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WORSHIPPED — C. BROCK & S. GOLBACH.

prompt; your bestfriend suggests joining her to a religious group to get a taste of solidarity and tranquility that you’d never felt before, all thanks to the two male leaders. to no surprise, the group is cult-like and worships the two men like god. but, when they finally speak to you, you suddenly feel the urge to support them scrupulously like the rest of the members.

warnings; SMUT, cultleader!colby, cultleader!sam,, oral (giving), threesome, heavy religion mention, cult vibes, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praise is mentioned, joining a cult?? lots of brainwashed members. use of the word “master” sorry xx

inspo from @golbrocklovely

“Just try it. For me.” Katrina spoke, her voice playful, yet serious.

I was conflicted—of course I wanted to support her and her beliefs, but this idea was too suspicious for my liking.

“And they won’t force me to join their cult?”

Rolling her eyes, “It’s not a cult. It’s just a group of people who want to get together and share their beliefs in the greater good and loving each other.”

“Just a group.” I scoffed, finding it all too surreal, “Sounds a lot like a cult to me.”

“Please, can you stop repudiating the heaven this could bring you?” Katrina snapped, an expression of distaste washing over her face.

Catching me by surprise, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll try it.” Katrina’s face flipped back to one filled with contentment as the words left my mouth.

“Thank you. I promise it’ll change your life.” She giggled, my face grimacing at her utmost pleasure at her religious group.

“And ‘repudiating’? Where did you learn that?”

“Them, of course. It’s not just a place to meet others and practice your beliefs, but they teach you things as well.” She educated, a grin still plastered across her face.

“Right.” I mumbled, a strange feeling washing over me. Katrina was happy with my response, snapping back into her usual bubbly self and bouncing off towards the kitchen.

I was unsure of this. Katrina’s behaviour was almost starting to worry me—it was like she was brainwashed. They have so much control over her it was concerning—she wasn’t herself when they were got brought up into conversation.

I didn’t know who or what this group was, but despite the overwhelming feeling of fear, I was unquestionably intrigued.

As the golden sun retreated behind our view, the glistening moon returned to our sky—showing off its millions of stars to our eyes. The night grew silent as I walked up the stairs, silently shutting the door to my bedroom as to not disturb Katrina in hers.

Settling down into the comforts of my bed, I shut my eyes—ready for a rejuvenating night’s sleep, when the sound of muffled voices filled the silence of my room. Opening my heavy eyes, I peered up into the dark room to identify the noise.

“Dear my masters’, thank you for this beautiful day, I’m so grateful for your love and care. Amen.” Katrina’s mumbled voice rang through my ears as she finally went silent, leaving me to my confused thoughts.

She was praying to them now? This has got to be some sick joke. And who the fuck were the “Masters’”?

She was taking this way too far. All I knew about their group was that it was a safe place for people to support the work of the two leaders and for those who wanted to practice their beliefs. What I wasn’t made aware of was that they were seen as God-like and worship-able.

Managing to settle my mind, I re-closed my eyes and attempted to drift off to sleep—ignoring the thoughts wizzing through my mind about ‘what the hell was going on with my friend?’.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of soft music playing from below me, and louder singing mixing with it. Katrina was already awake, clearly. Rising from my bed, I rubbed my tired eyes and slowly made my way to greet Katrina.

As I walked into the kitchen, the strong smell of pancakes and chocolate wafted through my nose as my eyes landed on Katrina, humming to herself quietly. Furrowing my eyebrows at her back, I noticed her outfit—What the fuck? She was dressed head to toe in white, all smart-wear, looking as though she was headed to an office job. Her once straight hair was now curled and washed, and small matching white heels clad her feet as she slightly danced to the music.

“Oh, good-morning!” Katrina chirped, turning around to face me, a bright smile on her face, her flawless makeup meeting my vision, “I’m making pancakes, are you hungry?”

Her undeniable happiness shocked me, “Uh, yeah, thank you.” I muttered, taking a seat on the barstool underneath our kitchen island, taking in the array of food laid out in front of me.

Toppings ranging from strawberries to maple syrup to chocolate sauce laid out neatly on the island, all scattered across as she placed a plate of three pancakes in front of me. Muttering a quiet ‘thank you’, I reached for a few toppings, laying then aimlessly onto my breakfast as she sat opposite me.

“What’s got you so excited?” I questioned, taking a bite.

“It’s service day, silly.” She laughed, “Why wouldn’t I be excited?”

Confused, I spoke, “Oh, right. Sorry.”

“You’re coming with me, right? It starts at 9.” Katrina pushed, eating her breakfast so quickly, she would more than likely get sick.

“It’s only, 7:30. Slow down.” I laughed nervously, looking at her, concerned.

Katrina didn’t reply. She continued to eat rapidly, barely leaving room to breathe as she scoffed down her food. Once she cleared her plate, she rushed to wash it and dry it, placing it carefully back into the cupboard.

“Are you nearly finished?” She pressed, staring deeply at me as she turned around to face me.

Glancing down at my full plate, I laughed, “No. Kat, chill out.”

“No, I have to be ready on time.” She spoke, seriously.

“Yeah, you are, you have an hour and a half. Just relax, go sit on the couch or something.” I suggested, “I’ll wash my plates, just please go sit down.”

Doing as I told her, she took a seat on the couch, huffing in annoyance as she did so. Taking out her phone, her fingers swiftly hit the screen as she texted. I wonder who that might be?; probably those cult leaders.

I finished up my breakfast soon after—washing my plates and clearing the area quickly as to join Katrina in the living area. As I walked over, she jumped up and blocked my entrance, “No, no.” She shook her head, seriously, “You have to go get ready.”

“What?”

“You have to look nice, Y/N.” She spoke, turning me around and pushing me towards the stairs, “Come on, I’ll help.”

Without having chance to reject the offer, she placed me on her vanity chair, and began dolling me up. Katrina curled my hair naturally, humming quietly as she did so. Then, she moved onto my makeup, taking her sweet time to perfect my face—making sure any imperfection was covered and every part of it looked unimpaired.

“Okay, you’re done.” She grinned, standing upright to observe the finished product.

Glancing in the mirror in front of me, I stared deeply at the sheer amount of makeup on my face. In all fairness, Katrina did do an amazing job—but I almost didn’t look like myself.

“Outfit time!” Katrina’s excitable voice pulled me from my train of thought as she beckoned me to follow her to my room.

This was all becoming very serious for a group service.

As I walked into my closet, Katrina rummaged through my clothes quickly. A loud gasp erupted from her lips as she pulled out a long, silky, black dress. She soon paired it with a pair of black heels, and a fluffy coat.

“Isn’t this a bit much?” I queried, placing all the items on the bed, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Not at all! Everyone will love it, don’t worry.” She smiled, “I’ll be downstairs—don’t be long, I want to get there early.”

Nodding, pursing my lips together, I sighed deeply as she exited my room. I slipped on the chosen clothing as quickly as I could—not wanting to irritate my clearly insane best-friend. I did look good, if I was going to the Oscar’s, not to a cult meeting at 9 o’clock on a Wednesday.

Katrina didn’t waste any time getting me out of the house. By 8:30, we were in the car and driving to the godforsaken house of horrors. Nerves rumbled in my stomach as Katrina parked neatly outside the church. The building was older-looking; tall, concrete pillars stood proud outside, guarding a larger wooden door, raising up at least 8 feet tall.

Much to my surprise, more people were joining than I expected. Young men and women, together or alone—flocked towards the entrance, all dressed elegantly and smiling brightly.

Weird.

Katrina rushed ahead of me to greet a raven-haired boy stood by the door, greeting people as they walked in.

“Jake! So happy to see you.” Katrina gushed, embracing the taller boy in a hug.

“Great to see you, too, Katrina.” Jake replied, a warm grin splattered on his face. ‘Katrina’? Very formal, “And I see you’ve brought a friend?”

“Yes, this is Y/N.” Katrina spoke, “She’s just joining me for today, I think, she just wants to see what our world is like.”

Our world? The fuck..

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Jake. Jake Webber. I’m sure you’ll really love it in here today.” He spoke, reaching his hand out to shake mine.

“Thanks. Nice to meet you, too.” I replied, cautiously, shaking his hand slowly.

“Go on in and grab your seats. I know you love the front row, Katrina.” Jake joked, playfully nudging her arm.

Katrina let out a loud laugh, one I’d never heard before, “Come on, Y/N, I don’t wanna loose a good seat!” She demanded, pulling my arm slightly towards the door.

As I walked in, my breath was snatched from my chest as I took in the sight before me. Glorious, ancient architecture plastered along the walls of the older church, paired with large, detailed pillars that placed themselves in the four corners of the room. At the front of the room stood a tall stage, made out of wood, but a large curtain laid itself before it—similar to one at a theatre. But, the most beautiful part of it all, were the iridescent, gleaming, eye-catching, multi-coloured stained glass windows with images of lovers engaging in a sensual kiss, or a proud King showing off his glistening crown, or one of a strong prince sat heartily on a golden throne.

This was unreal. No wonder Kat loved coming here.

Many other followers of the group flooded in, taking their seats just like Kat and I had done—emerging themselves with conversation with those around them. I couldn’t quite pick up on what they were discussing, but a few glimpses of ‘handsome’ and ‘extremely talented’ struck my ears.

Soon enough, the room fell silent as the curtain waved slightly as it began to open. The nerves in my stomach bubbled further as they fully opened, revealing to me exactly what Katrina was praying to and what the others were talking about.

Oh. my. god.

“Welcome, all.” His loud, booming voice echoed through the room as everyone listened intently, “It’s so heart-warming to see you all return week-after-week. We are appreciative of every single one of you.”

“You’re damn right, Sam.” The other added, a grin loosely hanging on his pink lips as he nodded slightly, “We are a family, truly, and we see you. We hear you. So, thank you for coming back. We have such deep love for all of you.”

“Well said, Colby.” Sam spoke, a small smile on his face as he glanced towards his colleague.

Wow.

Sam was a charismatic blonde, rocking clear circular glasses and a charming smile. He wore black suit trousers, tight-fitting to his lower half, showing off every muscle in his legs. He wore a striped, black-and-white shirt, a few buttons undone at the top, paired with black dress shoes and a glistening golden leaf crown.

Colby on the other hand wore the same black dress trousers and shoes, but an all black shirt, similarly with a few buttons undone. He wore a golden chain loosely around his neck, and the same golden leaf crown upon his brunette locks.

But, what stood out to me the most, was their piercing blue eyes that managed to land on me at the same time. They glared into my soul so deeply my breathing quickened, my eyes never leaving their gaze as they fixated on me. To them, I was fresh meat, someone for them to corrupt and take over. Perfect.

“I’d like to start with a simple prayer.” Colby announced, his voice alluring as he spoke, I was almost under his spell until the words that left the others mouths pulled me out of it.

“I love Master Golbach and Master Brock, and I am thankful for their generosity, rehabilitation and uttermost love always. Amen.” They all changed in unison, their voices identical as they spoke. Their voices rattled through me horribly as I furrowed my eyebrows in shock.

Sam and Colby stood on the stage, smirking at the voices of their followers rang throughout the room. They were indulging in their kingdom of fans all worshipping them like a God. Their faces so smug as they listened them reveal their uttermost adoration for them.

Chills rocked down my spine as I glanced at Katrina next to me staring up at Sam and Colby practically crying at just their faces. She looked so in-love, her eyes glossy and her lip quivering as she watched them. Glancing around the room, I noticed everybody else acting the same, all gazing at the two males on the stage, transfixed by their presence alone.

“Thank you, all.” Colby smiled, his hands clasping together in a prayer action, “And I have noticed we have a new member of our group.” He added, his and Colby’s eyes landing on you.

“Katrina, care to introduce us?” Sam spoke.

Katrina’s cheeks flushed red as he spoke to her, her chest heaving heavily as she gathered herself to speak, “Oh, uhm, yes, this is my friend, Y/N.”

“Hello, Y/N, lovely to meet you.” Colby smirked, his eyes burning into yours.

“And lovely to have you join our group.” Sam added, matching Colby’s expression.

“Hi, nice to meet you, too.” I mumbled, cautiously, “But, I’m not joining, I’m just visiting with Katrina.”

“We’ll see about that.” Sam chuckled, erupting laughter throughout the room, causing me to jump in surprise, “In other news, unfortunately, we will not be here to perform our service next Wednesday as per usual.”

An eruption of disagreement and annoyance flowed throughout the room as the news hit their ears, “Now, now. Let’s calm down.” Colby shushed them, “The service will be on Friday instead, Sam and I have some important business to attend to. We are deeply sorry about this, but that’s the arrangement for next week.”

As murmurs echoed throughout the room, Katrina turned to me, “I heard they’re going to recruit people out in Vegas!” She exclaimed in a whisper, leaning in to tell me.

“Why Vegas?” I asked.

Shrugging, Katrina shook her head, “I don’t know, but we have to go and follow them.”

“Kat, that’s classed as stalking, you know?”

“I don’t care. They probably get it all the time, plus we can go and have a good time.” She suggested. Finally a good idea that’s not fucked up.

“I don’t know, Kat, it’s a bit strange.” I disagreed, shooting her an unsure look.

“It’ll be fine.” She disregarded my concerns, turning back round to face the boys as they started speaking once again.

“Now, I want all of your to put your hands together and pray for something you wish to have, or be. It can be anything, big or small. We never disappoint, anything you fully wish for—we can make happen.” Sam promised, his voice was so convincing no wonder so many people believed him.

As the crowd closed their eyes and prayed silently, my eyes remained open as I watched in confusion at their obedience. Looking back up at the stage, shock rang through me as I’m met with their brooding stares.

Colby’s hand reached into the air as he beckoned me over to them, not saying a word. Feeling unsure, I didn’t move—too uncertain of what may happen to me if I obeyed his orders.

“Come, Y/N.” Sam’s voice was barely above a whisper, how the others didn’t hear him I didn’t know, but his persuasive voice caused me to rise from my seat.

Walking onto the stage to engage with them, my hands shook by my sides as I approached them, “Follow us.” Colby commanded, his voice deep and raspy.

Taking one last look towards the silent crowd, my eyes landed on an extremely frozen Katrina, “Don’t fret. They won’t notice your absence.”

“How?” I muttered.

“That’s for us to know.” Sam replied, peering back at me to grin cheekily.

They moved behind the curtain and through a back door, leading to a long, wide corridor filled with religious paintings and drawings. The lighting was dim and I could barely see my hands in front of me, sparking a slight tingle of nervousness in my stomach.

Sam and Colby didn’t speak as we walked along the gloomy corridor, eliciting more anxiety inside of me. Until, after a few minutes of walking, they stopped outside a large wooden door with a golden handle hanging down from the middle of the door. Engravings of verses from the Bible showed themselves barely visible in the dim lighting on the door.

Colby retrieved a large golden key from his pocket, and fiddled around with the lock for a few moments, before a loud click was heard. Colby pushed open the door, an unpleasant sound of creaking could be heard as it did so.

“This is our study.” Colby spoke, “Nobody is allowed back here, not even our most favourited guests.”

“So, count yourself lucky.” Sam chimed in as they both walked around in front of me.

The room was spacious yet cluttered—which confused me. It was bigger in size, but two desks full of papers and pens laid in the middle of room. My heels clicked against the cobblestone floor as I approached the boys, who placed themselves comfortably on the edges of their desks.

“Do you know why you’re here, Y/N?” Colby pondered, his eyes boaring into mine.

“You brought me back here.” I sassed, crossing my arms.

Colby chuckled loudly, “Beautiful but witty. I like it.” His compliment sent chills down my spine as he continued to watch me like a hawk.

“What Colby means, Y/N,” Sam speaks, catching my attention, “Is why did you join Katrina this morning?”

I stayed silent for a moment as I thought on my answer, “I was intrigued.”

“About what?”

“About how you’ve got my friend under some sort of love-sick spell. I wanted to know what’s making her so enthusiastic about life.” I answered, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

Sam smiled as he spoke, “We provide a sanctuary of happiness and tranquilit—.”

“Yeah, I know, as you’ve both said a thousand times.” I interrupted, not interested in their speech.

Sam’s face changed after I uttered my opinion, “Hm.”

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion at his reaction, I glanced towards Colby who wore a smug smirk on his face as he watched me. What was going on?

“We’re making sure you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into, Y/N.” Colby uttered.

Fuck off, could they read minds?

“When we want to.” Sam spoke up, a smile back on his face.

Well, I think this whole operation is just a cover up for your cult and you’ve brain-washed my friend.

The boys laughed profusely as I stood, confused, in front of them, “And what gives you that impression, Y/N.” Sam giggled.

Words failed me as I looked between them, not knowing what to say. My cheeks burnt red slightly as their brooding stare sparked nerves in my stomach once again.

“Exactly.” Colby smiled, standing and walking slowly towards me. His hands reached up to touch my chin, his delicate fingers grasping my face in a soft clutch, “And yet you still joined us today, Y/N. Why not report us to the police? Or stop Katrina from seeing us?” Moving my face gently to cause our eyes to connect, my heart skipped a beat as his gorgeous, ocean, blue eyes met mine.

“Because curiosity got the better of you, didn’t it, Y/N?” Sam’s whispered voice echoed throughout my body from behind me, causing me to jump in fright.

Sam’s warm hands rubbed up and down my arms as he pressed his chest against my back, “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, love?” Colby whispered, shaking his head.

“No.” I mumbled, my voice weak and shaky as my eyes never left Colby’s.

“Good girl.” Sam’s soft voice rang deeply inside me as his lips pressed against my ear, “So obedient already.”

“Isn’t she just, Sam.” Colby agreed, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek, “Do you think we should initiate her?”

“I think we should indeed, Colby.”

Sam slithered from behind me to around the front of his desk, gathering a few pieces of paper as Colby walked me to the other side of the room where an elongated, velvet, red couch sat.

“Sit.” Colby demanded, his voice firmer than before. I did as I was told.

Sam soon joined us, a smug smile still resting on his face as he handed Colby a piece of parchment, with writing all over it.

“Now, Y/N.” Sam started, “This initiation is not for the weak. If you wish to stop, then just tell us to stop and we will, but that means you will not be apart of our group. Do you understand?”

I wasn’t sure what had come over me, but I nodded in agreement. I had come into this not wanting to be apart of anything, only curious as to what Katrina was so infatuated with. But, now I was becoming just like her.

“We need words, baby.” Colby ordered, his eyes darkening.

“Yes, I understand.”

Sam nodded slowly, “Good. Colby, you begin.”

Colby took a look down at his paper and then back down at me, “With the power that’s blessed within me and Samuel Golbach, I wish to initiate Y/N into our group.” Colby stated, his voice deep and intimidating.

“There are five steps to the initiation.” Sam told me, “Starting with number one.”

“Take off your clothes.” Colby commanded.

“Excuse me?” I snapped, feeling violated by his words. Surely this wasn’t apart of the initiation?

“Do as your told.” Colby’s dark voice rattled through me as I rose from my seat to undress myself. For some reason, I wanted to oblige and do as he said, I didn’t know why—but my mind wouldn’t let me stop.

I started with my coat, slipping the fur coat off my shoulders and arms and onto the arm of the couch. Then, I slowly and teasingly slid my silk dress off my body, revealing my laced lingerie. Sitting down, I huffed from embarrassment as their eyes gaped at me intensely.

“And the rest of it.” Sam instructed, his voice as brooding as Colby’s.

I flushed red as I reached behind me to un-do my bra, letting it fall slack against my chest as I pulled it off my arms, revealing my perky breasts. My embarrassment grew as I yanked my panties down my legs and onto the floor, my bare pussy on show to the two of them.

“Good.” Colby whispered as his eyes dragged along my naked body, “Keep the heels on.” My heart raced at his words.

“Now, number two.” Sam stated, “Touch yourself.”

My cheeks burned a darker shade of red as I hesitated. But, their burning stares forced my hand down in between my legs, my fingers rubbing slowly on my throbbing clit as I stared back up at them. The sudden rush of pleasure sparking a flash of confidence inside me as I let out small moans into the air, my head throwing back in excitement. I could feel their eyes on my body as I arched my back into my hand.

“Amazing, Y/N, don’t stop. Now, number three.” Sam declared, “Have sex with Colby.”

My head shot up as the words left Sam’s mouth. I watched them both in shock as they continued to smirk down at me, “Go on.” Sam beckoned.

Gulping down whatever nerves and self-consciousness I had left in my body, I approached Colby with shaking hands. He soon took control.

Colby’s hands flew to my waist as he sat me down on his now naked bottom half. When did he even take his clothes off?

“Tell me, Y/N.” Colby spoke, alluringly, as he teased my entrance with his tip, “How badly do you want to join our group?”

The words left my mouth before I could even think, “So bad, I want to more than anything.”

“Well, that’s what we like to hear.” Colby smiled, slowly pushing his length inside me, “How about I show you what perks come from joining us, hm?”

Nodding profusely, Colby fully sunk me down onto his cock, erupting a loud moan from my chest from his large member. Without giving me time to adjust to his size, Colby began mercilessly pounding into me—his relentless thrusts made my head swing back and high-pitched squeals of pleasure erupt from my throat.

Colby’s hand wrapped around the back of my head, pulling our eyes to meet, “Takin’ me so well.” He whispered, petting my hair. A whimper left my lips as his gaze flushed my cheeks.

Sam soon made himself known again, “Number 4, have sex with me.”

Sam didn’t waste anytime. Colby picked me up and turned me around, his dick still hard inside of me. The reverse cow-girl position allowed Sam to slide my mouth open and pop his hardened cock inside. A sultry moan left my mouth as Sam slid in and out of it, groaning from the pleasure.

Colby continued to buck his hips inside my dripping pussy, strings of curses and encouraging words left his mouth as he did so. Sam, who had picked up the pace, was quietly huffing and groaning as he enjoyed the wetness of my mouth.

Feeling awfully confident from their pornographic noises of ecstasy, I grabbed the base of Sam’s cock and began slowly stroking him as I licked the tip. Sam’s eyes widened from the added arousal as his head lolled back, a louder moan filling the air.

Colby leaned forward as he and Sam sped up, his voice hoarse as he whispered in my ear, “And finally, number five, cum.”

As the words left Colby’s mouth, a wave of undeniable pleasure washed over me. Even without not a single person touching my clit, a hard-hitting orgasm rushed throughout my body. I screamed in ecstasy as my clit throbbed, Sam and Colby continuing to fuck my holes.

“Oh, fuck.” Sam whined as he stilled in my mouth, shooting his warm load down my throat. Colby soon followed with a line of curses as he filled me up with his cum.

Before I could realise, a sense of uneasiness washed over me. I stood up, abruptly, Colby’s dick sliding out of me and hitting his stomach. I ignored the way Colby’s cum dribbled down my leg as I picked up my clothes. I quickly placed my clothes on and picked up my belongings before heading towards the door.

But, before I could make it very far, a harsh grip caught me, “Welcome to the cult, sweetheart.” Sam smirked, placing a kiss on my hand. Colby stood behind him with a devilish smile.

Cult?

My face dropped at his words. I was right, all along.

“You were right, babe.” Colby spoke, clearly reading my mind, “but, there’s nothing you can do now. You’ve been initiated. You’ve taken our cum so good, like such a good girl.”

“She sure did, Colby.” Sam chimed in, “So, you’re involved now, whether you like it or not.”

My chest raised and fell in fright at their words. I ignored it all as I turned around and walked straight out the door and down the hallway. My heels clicked quickly against the floor as I made my way back towards the stage and Katrina. As I gently pushed open the door to the stage, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I was met with the room full of people, still praying. Their eyes shut and hands clasped together in a prayer motion, Katrina included.

I quickly made my way down to my seat and shifted uncomfortably as Colby’s cum pooled in my panties.

My heart skipped a beat as everybody awoke from their slumber-like trance and began chatting amongst one another.

“Wow, what an amazing service.” Katrina’s voice made me jump as I turned to face her smiling expression, “Ready to go home?”

I nodded, a confused expression still evident on my face as I glanced towards the empty stage, “Where’s Sam and Colby?” I asked.

“They usually disappear when we do our prayers. They come back sometimes, to finish off, but it’s rare.” She told me, a sweet smile on her face as we walked towards the exit.

I took one more look around the room as Katrina wished her goodbyes to her friends. My eyes caught Sam and Colby stood in the doorway by the stage, smirks on their faces. I quickly looked away and grabbed Katrina’s arm, ushering her out of the church.

The next few weeks, I felt different. As if someone was watching me. I struggled to sleep and had lost my appetite. Katrina had been to a few services without me, as I refused, and every time she returned, my health declined more.

I rolled over in agony as my head pounded in pain, the four-day long migraine I had was becoming unbearable. Katrina was at a service so I still had to attend to the house and myself, all alone.

I jumped in shock when three loud knocks presented themselves against the front door. I rose slowly from the couch, groaning in annoyance. My expression soon fell into one of confusion as only a single red velvet box wrapped in gold ribbon lay on the floor.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I grabbed it off the floor and walked back inside, shutting the door. As I unwrapped and opened the box, my heart dropped at the small note inside,

The more you avoid us, the worse your health with get. And if you never return, you die. We look forward to seeing you soon, Y/N.

With love,

S & C.

HI BABIES!!!

i’m back for one night and one night only. this will be my final fic for you all. feel free to unfollow as i will not be returning after this fic.

yes i know this one is a little darker than most but ive had it in my drafts for ages and wanted to do something with it.

so this is my parting gift. thank you for the endless love and support, you all mean so much to me. but this is the end of my journey. thank you so so so much and i wish you all the best in life.

goodbye from clbrq :)

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clbrq · 2 months

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WORSHIPPED, sam & colby x reader.

OUT FRIDAY 16TH FEB ‘24.

A/N- im back bitches 😍

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clbrq · 2 months

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hey guys 🥰

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clbrq · 4 months

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hey guys i am alive ! i just have a silly little depressed brain that likes to take over my life 😍

hope everybody is okay :) love you all lots xx

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clbrq · 4 months

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YOU’VE DONE IT NOW—C. BROCK

warnings: ANGSTY, cussing, disloyalty, crying, anger, alcohol consumption. im in the mood to get mad and cry so while i write for wannabe have this. inspiration from @sucker4colby <3

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“Look, don’t stress, I’m sure everything’s fine.” Katrina’s comforting voice spoke from next to in front of you, a concerned look on her face, contradicting her words.

“Yeah, right.” You huffed, pacing back and forth around your room, your phone clenched tightly in your hand as the endless sound of ringing blared out into the room.

No answer, again.

“I swear I’m gonna kill him.”

Katrina sighed, raising from the bed to walk over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “While we wait for a reply, let’s go back down to your party. It’s your night, remember, fuck Colby.”

Agreeing with her half-heartedly, you followed aimlessly behind her as she led you back downstairs to the bustling party at your boyfriend’s house. It was the launch of your new brand, something you had been working on for years, but also your birthday. You had been lucky enough to share the day with two important things and got to spend it with your loved ones.

Except the one who pushed you to have a huge party in the first place.

Colby never missed your special moments. Whether it was hitting a milestone of followers on your social media, or even getting out of bed on a hard day—he was there. But, today, of all days, your ‘so-called boyfriend’, was a no-show. He hadn’t messaged you all day, and wasn’t next to you when you woke up—leaving you confused and suspicious as to where he was.

And you were rageful.

Making your way into the kitchen, full of your drunk friends, laughing and having a good time—you couldn’t help but feel jealous. This was supposed to be a great night, but you were riddled with anger and sadness. But, you knew the cure.

Finding yourself a small shot glass and a bottle of vodka, you knocked back as many shots as you could handle before a warm hand and a chuckle pulled you from your binging.

“Girl, slow down.” Kris’ smiling face regurgitated one onto yours as she spoke, “You’re gonna black out.”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” You replied, a cheeky, drunken grin plastered on your face, sparking another giggle from Kris’ lips.

“Hey, where’s Colby at? I haven’t seen him all night.” Kris questioned, her eyebrows furrowing towards you.

“Neither,” You laughed in disbelief, “You wanna dance?”

Attempting to query your words, she failed as you dragged her towards a crowd of dancing people, all enjoying the music and the drinks. Your body instantly fell into the beat of the music as you swayed your hips to the beat, screaming the lyrics as loud as you could. Finally, you were forgetting about your M.I.A boyfriend.

Oh, that wouldn’t last.

Just as you were beginning to have fun, a rough arm dragged you from your drunken dancing frenzy and into a quiet room. Sam and Katrina stood in before you, worried and shocked locks on their faces.

Your heart dropped.

“What?” You demanded, sensing something was wrong.

Not saying a word, Sam handed you his phone which portrayed a picture that sent chills down your spine and caused your stomach to drop. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shook with anger.

Colby, shirtless, with his arm loosely hung around Stas’ shoulders—both of them posing in a mirror at her house, smiling and standing extremely close.

Shoving Sam’s phone back towards him, you stormed out of the room and towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. Gripping the counter, tears fell from your eyes swiftly as the anger bubbled deeply inside your stomach as picture of your boyfriend with another woman on your special night flashed in your mind.

Releasing a shaken breath, you ran a hand through your hair as your chest heaved quickly—you’d never felt rage like this before. How dare he, so much for a being a good boyfriend.

Loud knocking on the bathroom door followed by a worried voice soon arrived, “Yo, are you okay? Open the door.” Sam.

Swinging the door open, you were met with the blonde boy’s concerned face standing before you, “Are you alright?”

“Do I look it?” You snapped, the fury inside you begging to be released, “I’m sorry, I’m fine. Just get me a drink and don’t let me near my phone.”

Realising he couldn’t convince you otherwise, Sam nodded as you brushed past him and towards the kitchen once more.

And that’s how you spent your special night. Drinking and on the verge of tears, sat by yourself and wallowing in your jealousy and despair on your birthday.

When bedtime arrived and everybody had gone home, you curled up in Colby’s bed, tears slipping freely from your eyes as your disloyal boyfriend never left your brain. Jealousy burned in your chest as the thought of them kissing or flirting etched itself into your mind even while you dreamt. You never wanted to speak to either of them again.

The next morning, your chest hurt. You woke up with a heavy heart, feeling nothing but depressed and pitiful at what you’d witnessed. You didn’t want to do anything, or see anyone—you just wanted to wallow in your sadness all day. But, you knew your friends wouldn’t let you do that.

Rising from your bed, empty still, you slowly made your way down the stairs, your head pounding due to the many drinks you consumed last night. You looked tired and sullen as you walked into the kitchen, not caring about your appearance due to your state of mind.

Just as you approached the room, rage bubbled inside you as Sam and Katrina sat at the kitchen island with the two people that ruined your night. Stas and Colby.

“Oh my god, that was the funniest part of the night, I swear.” Stas giggled as she looked at Colby, a bright smile on her face.

Rolling your eyes, you wondered towards the cabinets for some painkillers to cure your headache, when suddenly your presence was made known.

“Oh, hey, girl.” Katrina’s voice was heard as you knocked back the pill with some water, “How you feeling?”

“Amazing!” You replied sarcastically, faking a smile as the room fell silent while you grabbed your breakfast.

As you turned around to walk back up the stairs, Colby rose from his seat and walked towards you, “Baby, can we tal—“

“Sit the fuck down, Brock, don’t even try it.”

Your words shocked him as you walked past him like he was nothing, not even looking him in the eyes. But, before you could make it very far, a strong grasp stopped you from moving.

“Don’t talk to him like that!” Stas’ irritated expression filled your vision as she spoke.

A laugh rumbled from your chest, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” She snapped, “He was only trying to fix things.”

“Yeah, fix things that got ruined because of you.” You spat, trying your hardest to contain the anger inside you but it was becoming unbearable.

“Oh, please, Y/N. It was one night, grow up.”

That was it.

Slamming your plate aggressively on the counter top, you swiftly tied your hair up as you prepared yourself, “Say that again.” You pushed, advancing towards her.

Your friends quickly jumped up in shock, “Woah, woah, woah, let’s just calm down.” Colby panicked, placing a hand on your arm to move you backwards.

“Get your fucking hands off me.” You growled, seething beneath him.

“Y/N, please calm down, and let’s just talk please.” Colby pleaded as Katrina moved Stas into another room.

“Okay, let’s talk!” You started, condescendingly, “So, how was your night with another woman? On my birthday, and the big launch of my brand. At the party you practically forced me to have.”

Silence.

“Still wanna talk?” You pressed further, making direct, intimidating eye contact with Colby as he stated back at you, worriedly, “That’s what I thought.”

“Y/N..” He whispered, his eyes practically begging you to forgive him.

“Shut up.” You snarled, “I’ll pack my stuff, and I’ll be out by midday. So, go enjoy your time with Stas over there, and I’ll consider coming back when her brand launches.”

“B-But, she doesn’t have a brand?” Colby spluttered, looking like a child who had been told off.

“Oh, what a shame for you then.”

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heyyyyyyy

finally one where you don’t forgive him:)

sorry it’s been a while i’ve been having trouble with my phone so all my apps deleted LMAO

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clbrq · 4 months

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I HATE YOU— C. BROCK.

prompt; you and colby have never gotten along. you always bickered and never saw eye to eye. so, when your friendship group plans a trip that he’s invited to—you make it your life’s purpose to keep as far away from him as possible. although, that plan does down the drain when you have to share a room for 2 weeks..

warnings; SMUT, p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of angst and arguing, cursing/swearing, enemies to lovers trope.

“Oh, how fucking great.”

The words fell past his lips faster than your brain could compute what the flight attendant was telling you.

A loud sigh fell past your lips as you thanked her and continued walking to your seat. Colby was slow to follow.

It was bad enough that you were going on a group trip together, let alone having to sit next to each other on a five hour flight. You knew he was in a bad mood regardless due to his lack of sleep, and you knew your presence wasn’t making it any better.

You and Colby have never got along. You don’t know when it started, but you’ve never connected. At the start, you wouldn’t engage much and just stay out of each others way. But now, you fought, a lot. Your friends loved to compare you to a married couple—that really pissed you two off. You don’t really have a reason as to why you dislike Colby so much, you just do. Something about him just irritates you—whether it’s his ridiculous hair, or whining about not having a girlfriend, or how stupid rich he was. And you weren’t sure why Colby didn’t like you, but you didn’t care—the feelings were mutual.

So, when your best friend, Katrina, floated the idea of a group trip a few months ago, you were sparked with excitement. Until you realised Colby would be joining. And even better, the people coming on his trip were couples—besides you and Colby. How fabulous.

As you got comfortable in your window seat, you gazed out it with a comfortable smile on your face—trying to ignore the shuffles and huffs of annoyance from beside you.

“Do you wanna take up anymore room?”

Turning your head to face him, a smirk formed on your face as you locked eyes with him, “Yeah, sure.” You teased, pushing your legs out next to his.

With a harsh kick, Colby moved your legs back to under your seat, grabbing his headphones and placing them in his ears, “Don’t talk to me for the entire flight.” He stated, shutting his eyes and leaning his head back against the chair.

“Finally, something smart coming out of your mouth.” You mumbled, turning back to face the window.

The flight was peaceful, you got up once to go to the bathroom—having to disturb Colby which only lead to a small argument. Mixed with having to ignore the dirty looks he shot you when you returned to your seat.

“How was it?” Katrina asked, slinging her carry-on bag over her shoulder as you exited the plane.

“Take a wild guess.” You spoke sarcastically, raising your eyebrows at her. Katrina chuckled quietly, knowing the answer without you even having to tell her.

The bus ride to the hotel was short—almost everybody dozed off while they waited to arrive. Katrina happily rested her head on your shoulder as she snored, not noticing the way you huffed angrily as you listened to Colby complain about how you awoke him on the flight.

God, he was an ass.

“Alright, this is us.” Sam spoke, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, grabbing Katrina’s arm gently and rocking her awake.

The hotel was beautiful. Large, white pillars rose up from the ground guarding the fancy double doors to the entrance that remained open due to the heat. Surrounding the hotel were trees and plants, paired with colourful flowers—contrasting the white of the walls.

“It’s beautiful.” Colby spoke, admiring the hotel with his ocean, blue eyes.

“I know I am, but thanks anyways, Colbs.” You winked, turning around to shoot him a smug look.

Colby rolled his eyes in irritation, “Don’t flatter yourself. And don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Colbs.”

“God, you’re insufferable.” Colby breathed, shaking his head in annoyance.

“Please, can we have one nice holiday without you guys fighting?” Sam snapped, raising his eyebrows at the two of you.

“Sorry.” You both mumbled in unison, trying to please your friend. But, not enough to slyly shoot each other a dirty look as you entered the hotel.

“Hi, I have four rooms booked under the name Golbach.” Sam smiled sweetly at the receptionist as the rest of the group trailed behind.

“That’s fine, I’ve got it all paid for and set up for you.” She smiled, “So, I’ve got a Corey and Devyn in one room, then a Sam and Katrina in another.” She started handing the couples their room keys, “Then a Jake and Tara, and finally a Y/N and Colby.”

Silence.

“Nope. That’s not happening.” Colby stated, a foul expression on his face.

“Is there a problem?” The receptionist frowned.

“Yeah, we cannot be within two feet of each other without an argument.”

The receptionist laughed, “Oh, I get it. Me and my husband are like that too.”

“No, no, no.” You laughed, “We are not…We will never be…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling like lies were spilling from your lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She chuckled, nervously, “But, unfortunately, in case of an emergency, I cannot change the arrangements of the rooms. I’m so sorry.”

Colby sighed loudly as he pinched the bridge of his nose, you rolled your eyes at his immaturity, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Thank you.”

Grabbing the key card for the room, you wheeled your suitcase towards the room, feeling utter disappointment. You knew your holiday would now be ruined due to Colby. He would be complaining about every little thing you did, and you couldn’t help but bite back.

The room was huge. Large hallway leading up into the living area, with a 60 inch flat screen TV and rectangular coffee table in front of it. Next door rested a modernised and perfectly furnished kitchen with a marble top island in the centre.

You and Colby walked around the room in silence as you observed the beautiful room. As you walked down a small hallway, your heart raced with anxiety as you made it to the bedroom. There was only one room left, meaning that there was only one bedroom. You prayed it was double beds on opposites sides of the room.

Colby strolled slowly behind you as you pushed open the door. Your heart dropped at the sight.

Rose petals in the shape of a heart laid across the double bed, paired with others scattered across the floor leading up to it. In the corner of the room were red balloons in the shape of hearts and “Happy Holiday!” written across them. To push things further, a bottle of Champagne and two glasses rested on a circular table next to the balcony glass doors.

“Well, fuck.” Colby chuckled, “If only they knew.”

“If only they knew what?” You spat, waiting for the insult to hit you.

“That you were such a bitch, they wouldn’t have gone to all this effort.” He smirked, walking over to the bed and playing with the roses.

Ignoring his comment, you trudged towards the Champagne, popping it open and pouring yourself a glass. You sighed happily as the bubbly beverage slipped down your throat—hopefully this would calm your anger.

You and Colby didn’t speak another word the rest of the day. The others had sent a few messages to the group chat discussing dinner later in the evening, but other than that—nothing. Colby relaxed in the living area as you prepared yourself for the dinner. You elegantly did your makeup—your skin looking flawless, and your lips looking pink and plump. You then curled your gorgeous, silky hair, letting it rest comfortably on your chest as you slipped on your dress.

And by God, did you look good.

Your breasts were accentuated perfectly and your ass popped deliciously. You knew you’d get some attention tonight, and you were excited. But maybe not by who you were expecting.

Your heels clicked satisfyingly against the floor as you approached the living area. Colby was sat on the couch, phone in hand, in a suit as he scrolled endlessly. He looked up once to acknowledge your presence, before returning to his phone.

Not long after, his head snapped back towards you, a shocked expression on his face as you adjusted your coat, “What?” You spat.

Colby stared for a few seconds longer before plastering a smirk on his face, “Slutty as always.”

“Fuck you.” You seethed, glaring at him as he sauntered over to you.

“You wish, sweetheart.” He whispered, teasingly tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Pulling your head away from you, you pushed his chest, forcing him back slightly, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Taking a deep breath, you swung open the front door as you walked into the hallway. You could not deal with him tonight, you wanted to have a nice night and not be bothered by his rude remarks. Luckily, your meal with your friends was unbothered by Colby as he sat at the opposite end of the table. Thank God.

“You coming to the club?” Tara questioned as you exited the restaurant.

“Fuck yeah.” You grinned, “I wanna get fucked up tonight.”

“Easy tiger.” Sam chuckled from behind you, “Remember who you’re sharing a room with.”

“What about it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

Sam shook his head, “Doesn’t matter.” He mumbled, turning around to engage in conversation with the boys.

Weird.

The club was busy tonight. Typical for a Friday night, though. People were everywhere—dancing, drinking and singing. Just like you.

You were 5 drinks deep and you were hammered. The buzz you felt was beyond tipsy—you knew you were a lightweight, but not this bad. Yeah, maybe the fancy dinner had unbelievable portion sizes, but the Vodka here was something else.

As a familiar song began to play, you gasped in excitement as you grasped Katrina and Tara’s arms as you grinned at Devyn in front of you. The music flowed through your body as the rhythm picked up. The beat took over your body as you moved to the music.

You were thoroughly enjoying yourself when a pair of large hands slithered around your waist. A certain brunette asshole strangely made it’s way into your mind as you turned around, but you were, unfortunately, met with a stranger.

“Hey, beautiful.” The tall mousey brunette smirked down at you, “Care to dance?”

Feeling extremely drunk and dangerously cheeky, you agreed. Your hips moving sensually against his as he gripped your waist while you danced. Your eyes wondered over to the bar where your four male friends stood, watching over you and your friends. Your eyes locked with Colby’s and, more specifically, the angry look on his face.

A devilish smirk crept its way up on your lips, an evil idea making its way into your mind. Bending over, you couldn’t help but grind on the strange man behind you, watching as Colby’s face dropped even further at your action.

You ignored the cheers from your friends as you retained the eye contact with Colby as you flipped your hair over your shoulder to glance back at the very obviously aroused man. But, before you could even utter another word, you’re pulled upright and away from the dance floor.

“Dude, what the fuck?” The guy called after you, a confused expression on his face.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Colby growled towards him, shooting him a look of pure rage, one you’d never seen before. His cheeks were pink from the alcohol he’d consumed and the anger that flooded through him.

Colby swivelled back around and pulled you out of the club by your arm, his grip harsh as he did so. He didn’t utter a single word as he pushed you inside the hotel room.

“Colby..” You mumbled in a quiet voice, not knowing what to say.

“Shut up.” He spat, not turning around to face as you as he dragged you inside the bedroom and slamming the door.

“What did you do that—Mmf!” Your words were cut short when you were slammed against the wall.

“Y’know, it’s one thing to constantly be a bitch and piss me off,” Colby started, his arms above your head as he seethed above you, “But it’s another to grind on some fucking prick in front of me like I’m some sort of joke.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You fired back, “It’s not like we’re together, Colby? I can do whatever the fuck I like.”

“Oh, is that right?” Colby laughed, darkly, “No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no.” He smouldered, “You don’t get to do that around me.”

“And why’s that, Colby? Please, enlighten me, because you sound out of your fucking mind right now.”

Before you knew it, Colby’s lips were smushed against yours in a passionate kiss. You gasped into his mouth as you melted against his lips, your hands resting comfortably on his muscled arms as his laid against your warm neck. Colby grasped the underside of your thighs and pulled you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Colby..” You moaned breathily as his plump lips attacked your neck, “I need you.”

“Of course you do, who wouldn’t?” He teased, pulling your back off the wall and leading you both towards the bed.

“Seriously? You can’t stop being an ass even before we’re about to have sex?”

Colby chuckled from above as you laid in the rose petals beneath you, “You know, if you shut that slutty mouth for once, you’d be so pretty.”

“So I’m not already?” You fired back, shooting him a dirty look as he crawled between your legs.

“Shut up, Y/N.” He ordered, a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Colby wasted no time in stripping you of your clothes, chucking them on the floor along with his own as he continued to kiss you desperately. As Colby pulled your soaked panties off your legs, his lips slowly made their way down to your exposed breasts—his mouth finding it’s way around your mounds beautifully.

Quiet moans slipped past your lips as his hand trailed down to your core, your breathing quickening as he did so. His nimble fingers found themselves comfortably circling your aching clit, making you feel the smile against his lips as he kissed your neck. Your back arched off the bed in pure pleasure as he slipped a finger inside you, wanting nothing more than to scream out as he curled them upwards to hit your sweet spot.

“Please.” You moaned, grasping his forearm tightly as you scrunched your face up in pleasure.

Soon enough, Colby pushed your legs up and onto his shoulders, his tip teasingly rubbing against your soaked entrance. With a few whines and whimpers of desperation, Colby swiftly pushed his cock deep inside you. As a shocked moan rasped from your throat, he sped up his hips as he rocked his throbbing dick in and out of you.

“Oh, yes, don’t stop!” You sobbed, tears falling past your eyes as he pushed your legs further back to reach deeper inside your slutty pussy.

“Jesus, why didn’t I do this sooner?” He mumbled, his cheeks flared red as he huffed with each thrust.

Colby quickly got bored as he pulled out and flipped you on your stomach, pulling your ass into the air and slipping back into your warm hole. You gripped the bedsheets as he ruthlessly destroyed you from behind, degrading names filling the room as he spoke. You crumbled petals in your fists as you clung onto the bed for life, Colby showing no mercy as he fucked you.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you?” Colby spat, yanking your hair back as your ear met his lips, “You’ve been begging for me to fuck for years now, haven’t you?”

“Yes! yes, yes, Colby. Wanted you for—Aah! for so long.” You blabbered, your throat feeling sore and dry from all the screaming that erupted from it.

“What a good girl—finally.” He praised, letting your hair loose as your head hit the sheets once more, feeling the pleasure build up in your stomach as his fingers deliciously rubbed your clit, “Fuck, I’m close.”

Before you could realise, Colby was cumming deep inside you as your own orgasm hit. His name released itself from your lips countless times as he fucked his load further inside you. As you came down from your high of ecstasy, Colby pulled out of you slowly, falling next to you on the bed.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He mumbled, his eyes staring intensely at the ceiling as he regained his breath, “That was something.”

“It sure was.” You murmured back, feeling a sense of awkwardness fill the air, as you coughed nervously, “I’m gonna go shower.”

But, before you could even move, Colby’s arms slid around your waist and pulled you close to his warm body. A smile rose to your face as he spooned you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“We can get to that later.” He informed you, nuzzling his head into your neck as he closed his eyes, “And don’t worry, we can go back to hating each other in the morning.”

HEYY

its been a while i’m sorry!

i’ll probably be posting less but i won’t ghost y’all i promise

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clbrq · 5 months

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THAT’S MINE— C. BROCK.

prompt; porn without a plot :)

warnings; HEAVY SMUT, rough sex, degradation, swearing/cursing, p in v sex, unprotected, dominant!colby.

“Mmf!” Your muffled moans barely reached Colby’s ears as he shoved your head further into the pillow.

His cock was fully erect inside you—ploughing deep as his tip abused your cervix with every thrust. His ring-clad fingers threaded through your tasseled hair as he harshly pushed your tear-stained face into the makeup-covered pillow.

He really didn’t give a fuck if you cried or begged—your pussy was his and he was going to destroy it.

Pulling your head back roughly, you gasp for breath as his pace never faltered while he spoke, “You wanna be a good girl now?”

“Fuckkk, yes! Yes, I swear, Colby, please!” You begged, your eyes rolling back his throbbing cock hit your G-spot so perfectly.

“Oh, you still wanna be a bad girl?” Colby joked, a devilish smirk on his lips, “I better keep treating you like the little brat you are then, shouldn’t I?”

“No, no, that’s not what I sai—“

Your words were cut short as he shoved your face back into the pillow forcefully—your senses deprived as the low rumble of his evil laugh rang in your ears. His free hand grasped your hips tightly as he rocked his hips back and forth rapidly, erupting more tears from your eyes from the sheer about of pleasure.

“‘Been teasing me all day.” He huffed, his cheeks glowing pink as he grew hot, “Walking round in those slutty little shorts around my friends. Does it get you off to see me so pissed off?”

Attempting to shake your head in disagreement, Colby forced it still, “Liar.” He seethed, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered.

Releasing his grip from your hair, you lifted your head quickly and turned to face him, “I swear, baby, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Your sobs of forgiveness were enough for Colby to pardon you. In one swift moment, you were moved from bent over to on your back. Not once did Colby let you feel empty without his cock. His thrusts started once more as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders—hitting the sweet spot inside you repeatedly.

“‘M so fuckin’ close.” You whined, arching your back off the bed as a bead of sweat trickled down your forehead.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Colby warned, his eyes stern on yours as he pounded your sloppy pussy, “You’ll cum when I tell you to.”

A loud, annoyed whine left your lips as you screwed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as he denied you an orgasm. Forcefully, Colby grabbed your chin in a tight grasp as he guided your eyes towards him.

“Be a good girl for me.” He told you, “Come on, baby, you can do it.”

Nodding your head in agreement, Colby’s hands returned to your thighs as he sped up his thrusts. He was getting close too. Colby’s groans got louder as he ripped into you repeatedly, drawls of curses and degrading names falling past his swollen lips.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me, you fucking slut.” He moaned, throwing his head back as he released spurts of cum inside you, your name slipping from his mouth as he did so.

Your orgasm followed as you clenched around him, only progressing his release longer. You whimpered as the arousal flooded throughout your body, the undeniable ecstasy filling you just like he was. Colby’s name could be heard from throughout the house as you screamed it from the incredible finish he brought to you.

Pulling out, Colby leaned down to press a firm kiss on your head, a soft smile on his face, “Now you know not to be a little whore around my friends again.”

hi!! i know i’ve been gone, i just haven’t really felt the want to write, it’s been shit. i’m sorry i haven’t been as active.

so i thought i’d write a simple smut to keep y’all on your toes ;)

i love you all sm hope all you’re okay!!

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clbrq · 5 months

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hey y’all i promise i am alive and well, just been dealing with the funerals for my friends and trying to deal with all that and be there for my friends who are grieving too.

but on a more positive note, i am now in a relationship w a very lovely boy AAA go me! so i’m also trying to prioritise him too <3

don’t worry there will be more stuff coming out i promise but most nights when i’d usually write i’m on my facetime to him PAHA pls forgive me 🤭

i hope all you guys are okay i love you all very very much mwah 🩷

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clbrq · 5 months

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STALKER — S. GOLBACH.

prompt; living alone in LA had its perks and downsides. on the positive side, you had all the freedom in the world and got to experience all the wonders of the city in your own time. however, when you have a stalker, it isn’t as fun. but, when you finally face the mysterious man—maybe he wasn’t so bad after all..

warnings; SMUT, stalker!sam, oral (receiving), very loving sex but also a bit rough at times, cursing/swearing, p in v sex, unprotected sex.

contains sensitive themes, MINORS DNI.

Tonight was no different.

Walking home from the bar, feeling tipsy and wobbling as you went—you felt like you were being watched. The street towards your house was dark, only lit up by the dim shine of the lamppost.

You stumbled over your own feet a few times, quietly giggling as you stabled yourself. Quickly turning around to check your surroundings, the empty street greeted you. Phew.

Turning around, however, erupted a different feeling within you. The figure of a man walking towards you sent shivers of fear down your spine as his dark outline was the only thing visible. Sucking in a breath, your heart rate quickened as he approached you—his hands stuffed into his pockets.

His face wasn’t clear—covered by a black mask with his hood up, paired with black sweatpants and bright white shoes. Not saying a word to you as he passed you, only flicking his eyes towards yours for you a moment.

The breath you didn’t even notice you were holding for so long released itself as he passed your vision. Thank god. Soon enough, you managed to make it to your house in one piece, the sensation of fear had long worn off.

Unlocking your door, you sighed as you locked it—feeling a small dose of safety as you trudged up the stairs towards your bedroom.

“Thank fuck he didn’t follow me home.” You mumbled to yourself, slipping off your heels and dress, and stumbling towards the bathroom.

As you turned on the shower and hopped in, your innocent little mind turned a blind eye to the man in all black with white shoes stood outside the gate to your house—watching your naked silhouette through the window as you washed yourself. His trousers tight against the hard-on begging to be freed as he stared at your figure.

His eyes never left your body as he watched you—not caring if the window was frosted over to hide your nakedness; he was just happy to even be this close to you. He was lucky you didn’t notice him while you drank and laughed with your friends as he sat at the bar. And even luckier when he took the other route to follow you home—making it look more nonchalant as he passed you.

He didn’t want to scare you, or make you uncomfortable. He just wanted to make sure you were safe—he wanted to protect you. He just loved you so much, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything happened to you.

The next week or so, you still felt that same feeling, like someone’s prying eyes were on you constantly. Even when you drove to work a few days a week, you barely noticed the same Tesla following you behind you, and how it stayed in your parking lot all day until you left. You just assumed it was someone who worked at your building—it was a big company.

But, as you sat at the same bar on a busy Friday night, you caught on to whoever was making you feel like this.

Sat at a small circular table with your friends, your eyes slipped to the strangely familiar man sat at the bar, sipping what looked like Jack Daniels from a glass. You wouldn’t have thought twice about his presence until your eyes landed on his overwhelmingly white shoes. Your brain flicked back to last weekend as you walked home, the same man who passed you.

It’s just a coincidence, right?

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Snapping back into reality, you turned to face your friend who wore a comforting smile on her face, “Oh, nothing. Just thought I recognised that guy at the bar.” You told her, returning the smile.

Peering around you to see for herself, her eyes glided over his frame as she smirked, “He looks cute. You should go talk to him.”

“Absolutely not.” You chuckled, sipping your Margarita, “I think I saw him when I was walking home the other night. He looked a bit creepy.”

“Oh, you and your paranoia.” She joked, “It’s probably not the same guy—just go talk to him. Get out there!”

Feeling the alcohol course through your system, the thoughts of uncertainty washed away as you smiled, “Okay, fine. But the next round is on you.”

Laughing as she agreed, you rose from your seat and straightened out your dress, beginning to walk towards the mysterious man at the bar. As you approached the bar, you took a comfortable seat next to him, turning to face him as you offered him a sweet smile.

“Hi.” You started, meeting his bright blue eyes. You scanned over his face—he was gorgeous. He had luscious blonde hair that accentuated his ocean blue eyes, mixed with plump pink lips and perfectly clear skin. He was lean and fit—he was hot.

“Hey.” He replied, looking you up and down.

“What’s got you sat all alone at a bar?” You questioned, resting your chin in your hand as you peered up at him through your lashes.

A small smirk rose upon his face at your words, a chuckle leaving his lips, “Rough day at work, just looking for a nice drink to relax with.” He lied.

“Me too.” You replied, “Me and some friends always drink here after work. Just gets exhausting sometimes.”

“Exhausting being every week?”

“How do you know I come here every week?” You furrowed your eyebrows at his words, a sudden uncomfortable feeling crawling up your spine.

“Well you said you always come here, so I just assumed..” He trailed off, saving himself.

You laughed at yourself, “Sorry. I live alone so I’m always on edge.”

The man laughed, “You’re alright. Maybe you need another drink to loosen yourself up.”

“Another Margarita then, please.” You grinned, your cheeks flushing red at his actions. The blonde boy called the bartender over, ordering your drink and swiftly sliding a $10 bill over the counter.

“So, what do you do..”

“Y/N.”

“What do you do that’s so stressful, Y/N?” The boy asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I work in marketing for social media. It’s tough, but it’s been my dream job for years.”

Silly, you. He already knew that.

“Oh, wow. That’s similar to what I do I suppose. I’m a manager for a social media star.” He lied, again.

“No kidding, who?” You asked, excitable.

As the two of you discussed careers and lifestyles, he listened to you carefully—nodding along as he pretended like he didn’t already know.

“Can I ask for your number?” The boldness of your tone excited him. Finally, he thought.

“Of course. I’m Sam, by the way.” Sam introduced, taking your phone from your hands as he typed his number in, “Are you doing anything tonight?”

Arousal pooled in your stomach at his suggestion. It had been months since you’d had sex—you wouldn’t say you were desperate, but you needed it badly.

Before you even knew it, you were quickly saying goodbye to your friends and following Sam out the door, hand in hand. Excitement bubbled inside you as you climbed into the passenger seat of his car as he opened the door for you.

“Are you sure you’re safe to drive?” You pondered, biting your lip.

“It’ll be fine, sweetheart.” He reassured, the nickname striking you in your in the stomach as butterflies bloomed.

Sam drove slowly and safely—not wanting to scare you or make you feel unsafe. Quiet music played in the background as you stayed silent, silently listening to it as he pulled up onto your street.

“How did you know where I lived?” You chuckled, nervously.

“You mentioned it at the bar, and I know this area pretty well. What number are you?” He brushed off, his voice convincing.

Telling him in a small voice, Sam pulled up outside your house, parking perfectly and stepping out the car. Sam rushed around to open your door once again, smiling sweetly at you as you thanked him.

You made your way inside your house—locking the door behind you as you led him upstairs to your bedroom. Sam could hardly wait. You shut your bedroom door as you turned to face him, walking up to him slowly as you placed your hands on his chest.

“I want you.” You whispered, batting your eyelids at him.

Sam almost fell to one knee and begged for your hand in marriage in that moment. But, instead, leaned down to connect your lips in a sensual kiss as he slid your dress off your body—leaving you topless and in your panties. Sam soon shrugged off his clothes, leaving him in only in his boxers as he kissed down your neck, marvelling in the way you whined when he suckled on your breasts.

Your hand flew to his hair as he placed on you to your bed, and kissed down your body towards your clothed pussy. Sam pulled your wet panties down your legs as he placed your legs on his shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He sighed, his breath hot against your sex. Biting your lip, your cheeks flushed red as he pecked your inner thighs—teasing you ever so slightly.

“Please, Sam.” You begged, your chest rising faster as the anticipation grew.

Sam almost came on the spot at hearing you moan his name. He was lucky enough to even talk to you—let alone being seconds away from eating your pussy. His cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt, he’d had a boner ever since you walked up to him.

Sam’s tongue lay flat against your clit as he lapped at your slick pussy. You moaned loudly as he sucked your clit, as his hand crawled up to slip two fingers inside your aching hole. You mewled his name as he continued to swarm pleasure throughout your body.

You’d had your fair share of men in the bedroom, but none of them compared to Sam so far. Little to none had made you feel this good, let alone make you on the brink of cumming after 30 seconds.

Sam repeatedly licked and suckled on your clit as his fingers curled to meet the sweet spot inside you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the knot in your stomach snapped, cumming harshly on his tongue.

“Sam, oh god, Sam, don’t stop.” You whined, your back arching off the bed as you grasped his blonde locks in your hand as he never faltered his tricks while you came.

As you came down from your high, Sam rose from between your legs, standing up to pull down his boxers to release his large, hard cock from its restraints.

“You tasted better than I’d ever imagined.” Sam muttered, turning you onto your back carefully, and pulling your hips back to meet his.

Sam’s words went in one ear and out the other as he guided his cock gently inside you. You felt so full as he bottomed out, whines and whimpers falling past your lips as he quickly began moving his hips.

“Jesus fucking christ.” Sam groaned, his hands roughly holding onto your hips for dear life as he pounded into you, “Fuck me, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Harder, please!” You begged, wanting nothing more than to be ruined by the man behind you.

Sam quickly complied—wanting nothing more than to please you. He was lucky enough to make you cum with his tongue and now he was fucking you—he’d been waiting for this moment for months.

“God, you’re so tight. So perfect.” Sam mumbled behind you, his pace faultless as he fucked you into ecstasy.

He pulled out swiftly, though, flipping you back over as he wrapped your legs around his waist—sliding easily back into you as you soaked his throbbingly hard cock.

“Mm, fuck, Sam.” You blabbered, screwing your eyes shut as the arousal overwhelmed your body.

Sam’s head fell into the crook of your neck, “God, I can’t believe I’m fucking you.” He whined, “I’ve wanted you for so long—you have no idea how much I needed you.

“Wha..” You mumbled, the knot in your stomach once again building up he placed your legs on his shoulders, angling his cock to abuse the sensitive spot inside you.

You head lolled back as Sam pressed loving kisses to your collarbone, “I love you so fucking much, Y/N. I’ve never wanted anybody more.”

“What?” You spoke more clearly, your mind clearly confused, your body rebelling as Sam rubbed fast circles on your clit once again.

Sam’s rhythm picked up as he groaned into your shoulder, “Oh, yeah, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He chanted as he filled you up deeply with his cum.

Your orgasm hit you like a train as Sam’s words rang with your mind. Not only was your body reacting perfectly normally to the pleasure Sam was bringing you, but your mind raced a mile a minute as images of walking home, driving to work and at the bar flashed in your brain.

It was him—this whole time.

As you, for the second time tonight, came down from your high, Sam pulled out of you, apologising as you winced. Words failed you as Sam laid next to you, cuddling up close to your body.

And as the thoughts of him stalking you flashed in your head, the feeling of your orgasm still flooded through your body—you didn’t care. Sam had made you feel better than any of guy you’d been with and he cared about you.

For an incredible fuck and endless amounts of love from Sam, you’d let his stalking tendencies go.

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a/n: IVE FINALLY WRITTEN FOR SAM!!!

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VENOM — C. BROCK.

prompt; you and colby were toxic. your relationship was venomous and wicked. colby would constantly surround himself around flirtatious girls and spend less time with you. as for you, you had a serious alcohol and drug problem—always drinking whenever you got the chance or smoking weed in the back garden. you hated colby constantly entertaining other women, and colby hated your substance abuse. however, neither one of you addressed the issues. until one day, it tipped over the edge.

warnings; SMUT, hate sex, fingering, oral (giving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation, ANGSTY, substance abuse(alcohol and drug) disloyalty, toxic relationship, arguing, cursing/swearing, slight physical fight but not rlly.

contains sensitive themes. MINORS DNI.

“Ahh, that’s good.” You sighed, the smoke slipping past your lips as you spoke. The smell of weed filling your nostrils as you brought the joint back up to your lips to take another tote.

Smoking weed wasn’t always a recurring habit for you. You’d usually only do it at parties after a few drinks, or with your friends at night—but not anymore. You smoked almost everyday, feeling your body tense up when you went 24 hours without the high in your system. By this point, your tolerance to the drug was so high, that you rarely got extremely blazed anymore.

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name being called caused you to raise your head from staring at the burning joint between your fingers. The figure of your friend, Aryia, could be seen stood in the doorway of the back door.

“What’s up?” You smiled, your eyes feeling heavy as you spoke.

“Care to share?” Aryia teased, walking over to take a seat next to you on the patio chairs, placing one leg over the other.

Handing him the blazing joint, you shifted your body to face as him as he took a large drag, “Mhm, this is some good shit.”

“Why do you think I smoke so much?” You joked, thanking him quietly as he returned it to your fingers.

“You not having a good time?” Aryia pondered, his eyes boring into the side of your face as you glared through glass patio door, witnessing the loud party occurring in the house before you.

Your friends hosted a lot of parties, and usually you’d have a great time. But tonight, you’d been warned to not drink excessively. So what was the point in drinking at all?

“Nah,” You breathed out a large cloud of smoke, turning your head to face him, “I’m on a drinking ban.”

Aryia laughed at your words, “Man, that sucks.”

“Sure does, but, they never said I couldn’t smoke, though.” You winked, the two of you sharing a laugh as you handed him the joint once more.

The two of you shared a casual conversation as you finished the joint. Putting it out and rising from your seat, you and Aryia made your way back into the house—being greeted by loud music and the smell of alcohol.

You scanned the room for a certain someone, hoping deep down you wouldn’t witness what you secretly knew you would. And that’s exactly what you saw.

Your boyfriend, Colby, sat on the couch, a wide smile on his face as his arm rested comfortably on the back of it—talking extremely closely to a practically half-naked girl. She wore a large smirk on her face, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger and her other hand laid flirtatiously against his arm.

Rolling your eyes at the sight, you didn’t have the energy to fight him. This happened all the time—you were used to it. You knew it would blow up into a massive fight if you brought it up, so you stayed silent, just like you knew he did with your substance abuse.

Fuck your friends, you needed a drink.

Walking swiftly into the kitchen, you’re greeted by a few familiar faces as you grab a bottle of Jack Daniels—taking a long swig. Feeling much happier as the bitter drink flowed easily down your throat, you continued to chug from the bottle as you took a firm seat on a bar stool, your eyes landing on the horrific sight in front of you.

Colby hadn’t noticed your presence, not that it would matter, as he was too wrapped up in the conversation. The girl had now scooted closer to your boyfriend, her hands now resting on his chest, slipping under his button-up. Jealously sparked in your chest bitterly as he reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Feeling the buzz of alcohol and weed in your system, you shot up from your seat—anger bubbling in your stomach. Storming over to the couple, an expression of pure fury rested on your face. Once you approached them, Colby soon noticed you, backing away from the girl once his eyes landed on yours.

Without saying a word, you grasped his arm and dragged him to his feet, beginning to pull him away from the situation. Before you could make it far, a harsh grip on your arm stopped you.

“Wait your turn, bitch.” The girl spat, a scowl on her face as she attempted to take Colby back.

You laughed in disbelief, “He’s my boyfriend, you little slut.” You spat, your words slurring as you spoke, smirking as her face dropped, “Yeah, not such mouthy cunt now, are you?”

“Fuck you.” The girl mumbled, turning her back to you, ready to walk away.

“What did you say to me?” You pushed, letting go of Colby as you advanced towards her, rage filling your intoxicated body.

“Y/N.” Colby’s low voice warned from behind you, “Stop.”

“Shut up, Colby.”

“I said, fuck you.” The girl snarled back, facing you now, with a foul look on her face.

Slap!

She clutched her cheek in shock as she came to terms with what just happened. Followed by a stifled gasp as your fist grasped a handful of her hair, yanking it backwards, “Keep your slutty hands of my man, or else I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry, please let go!” She begged, her eyes wide open with fear.

Letting go of her hair harshly, you swiftly turned back around, ignoring the judgemental stares of the people surrounding you, and grabbed Colby’s hand dragging him upstairs for some privacy.

Leading him into his bedroom, you slammed the door, the adrenaline from your previous encounter still rushing through you, “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of this.”

“Gotten out of what?” Colby questioned, a teasing smirk on his face.

“You’re such a prick, you know that?” You spat, your voice raising increasingly as you spoke, not caring about who heard.

“And what, Y/N? The world keeps spinning.” Colby shrugged, an uninterested tone evident in his voice.

“But it doesn’t when I’m drinking?” You fire back.

Colby rolled his eyes at your question, “You’re out of control with your drinking, Y/N, not me.”

“And you’re not out of control looking to fuck anything other than me?” You shouted, your hands shaking from the anger coursing it’s way through your veins, “I mean for fuck’s sake, Colby, you’re fucked in the head!”

“And you’re not?” Colby screamed back, your feelings rubbing off on him, “You’re high all the fucking time and getting as drunk as a sailor any chance you can get!”

“At least I’m not a fucking cheater.” You growled, stepping closer to him.

Clearly, neither of you saw the unimportance of the back and forth argument you were playing—but continued to shout at each other until one of you gave up.

“I’ve never cheated on you.” He stated, his face scrunching up in disagreement.

Scoffing, “Oh, give me strength.” You laughed, lightly, “So, that downstairs was just two friends having a casual chit-chat, was it?”

“Exactly. Finally, you’re not sounding like a crazy bitch.” Colby waved his hands in your face, accentuating his words.

“Oh, fuck you.” You let out a breathy laugh, pointing a finger at him, “You’re quite possibly the worst boyfriend on this planet.”

“Oh, boo-hoo, Y/N. Grow up.” Colby mocked, shaking his head at you, “Until you realise you’re the one fucked in the head, this ain’t gonna work.”

“So, you’re suggesting breaking up after you continuously cheat on me? What a fucking joke!”

Colby edged towards you, his cologne filling your nostrils as you peered up to meet his eyes, “You’re the fucking joke, so don’t even play that game with me.”

“Go fuck yourself, Colby. You’re such a waste of space.”

Colby’s face dropped as the words left your mouth, the alcohol practically controlling your brain as you spoke.

“Say that to me again, and see what happens.” He threatened.

“Go. fuck. yourself.” You slurred, feeling delirious as you scowled at him.

A gasp was ripped from your chest as Colby slammed you against the wall, his arms holding your shoulders as he twitched angrily above you, “I swear to God, one day I’m gonna kill you.”

Feeling a throbbing sensation between your legs, your crossed your legs to attempt to stop the feeling as he shouted at you.

“Fucking do it, then.” You argued back, “You’ll be sat in your room for the rest of your life wishing you’d never hurt me. Wishing you’d done something sooner to save us. Sat there crying your cold little heart out wishing I was still alive.”

Before you could say anymore, Colby’s lips roughy connected with yours, your teeth clashing as he kissed you passionately. Moaning into his mouth, your hands flew to his hair as your body’s tension slowly subsided. Colby’s tongue pushed past your lips and slid into your mouth—tasting the infamous drug and drink on your tongue.

Pulling away, Colby glared down at you, “You fucking smoked again, for fuck’s sake, didn’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.” You ordered, pulling the back of his neck down to meet your lips once again. Colby didn’t argue you back, feeling too aroused to care about your bad habits.

Still attacking your mouth with his, Colby moved you towards the bed. Moving his lips away for a moment, Colby forcefully ripped the small dress from your body, tossing it onto the floor as you hurriedly worked your way onto his belt. Quicker than you anticipated, all your clothes were off as you pulled Colby’s boxers down to reveal his achingly hard cock.

His hand reached down to your slick folds, rubbing your clit slowly as he grasped the back of your head, “Be good for once and suck my dick.”

“Yes, Colby.” You obeyed, your lips wrapping around his tip as you hand jerked the base of his cock.

Colby didn’t like this. With one swift motion, Colby pushed his cock to the back of your throat, laughing at the way your throat contracted around him as you gagged. Pulling you off him, you coughed and spluttered as you caught your breath, only to be punished once more as he returned his dick back into your mouth while protruding a finger inside your pussy.

Moaning around his cock, you licked the underside of his member—bobbing your head up and down as you sucked him. Colby’s finger curled upwards to hit your sweet spot, marvelling in the way you whined around him as his thumb rubbed slow circles on your sensitive nub. You whimpered as his hips moved back and forth—pushing his cock further down your abused throat as his fingers sped up. Bucking your hips up into his hand, tears fell from your eyes as Colby ruined your mouth—groaning loudly at the feeling of your warm throat.

“You don’t mind if I use your throat, do you, sweetheart?” Colby asked, smirking evilly as he knew you couldn’t reply. His hand tightened in your hair as he began relentlessly fucking your throat, while speeding up his movements on your clit.

You could feel the orgasm building up inside you as Colby slurred out a string of curses, your name and other degrading words.

“You’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you? You love fighting me just so you can get fucked.” Colby spat, followed by a hum of pleasure.

Your moans grew louder around him as you reached closer to your orgasm. Colby picked up on this, his fingers increasing speed as he coaxed you through it.

“Yeah, come on, baby. Cum for me, you fucking whore.” He growled, feeling you tighten around his fingers as you came around them.

The orgasm ripped through you so aggressively you saw stars, your jaw falling slack as Colby fucked your mouth harder, the pleasure coursing through him as your moans rumbled around him. Your slick coated his fingers as you came down from your high, a strange buzzing feeling taking over your body as Colby’s cock twitched in your mouth.

“Fucking take it, bitch.” He commanded, a loud groan leaving his lips as his warm load shot down the back of your throat as his hips stilled while he came.

Colby soon pulled out of your mouth, taking his fingers from your slicked pussy and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean as you swallowed his cum, “Mm, so sweet.” He hummed, “If only you were too.”

“Shut up.” You spat, wrapping your legs around his waist as he guided his cock towards your entrance, feeling him slid his tip up and down your folds, gathering the wetness onto him.

“Shit, Colby.” You winced as he harshly pushed his dick fully inside you, groaning as he felt you clench around him.

“So fuckin’ tight.” He muttered, slowly starting a rhythm as he thrusted inside you.

Your fingers threaded through his hair as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulders, picking up the pace. Moans slipped into the air as his throbbing cock repeatedly abused the sweet spot inside you.

“God, I fucking hate you.” Colby muttered, his head lolling forward to connect your foreheads.

“Don’t stop.” You pleaded, feeling another orgasm creep up as your arousal soaked his cock.

Colby fucked you senseless, his hips not faltering once as he rammed into you—not giving you chance to even breathe with his pace. Your hands moved down to his back, your sharp fingernails clawing at the skin as you joined your lips again, indulging in the feeling of his mouth against yours.

“Jesus, I’m gonna cum.” Colby warned, pulling away as his hands flying to wrap around your throat, “You fucking bitch, god.”

“You’re the fucking bitch.” You fought back, dragging your nails extra harshly down his back, earning a low groan from him. Colby didn’t let that slide—he picked up his pace even faster, angling his cock to press inside you deeper, abusing your cervix.

“Mhm, I’m close!” You whined, screwing your eyes shut. Colby’s hand flew to your jaw, holding your chin unkindly.

“Look at me when you cum, Y/N.” He instructed, “Look deep into my eyes and remind yourself who you’ll love no matter what. No matter how fucked up we are, you’re never leaving me.”

You nodded rapidly, your eyes snapping open to meet his brooding stare, “You’re fucking mine, you hear me?” He growled, his cock still pounding deeply into your creaming pussy.

“Yes! Colby, I love you!” You shouted as you came around his cock, the words leaving your mouth before you could even realise it. The ecstasy took over your body as you blabbered, your back arching off the bed, your tits grazing his bare chest.

“Yeah, atta girl.” Colby praised, “You gonna let me cum in this slutty pussy?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You mumbled, feeling numb as your hand trailed their way to his hair, pulling on the stands as his hips sped up.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Colby dragged out as he came inside you, shooting his large load deep against your cervix, making you whine as he filled you up.

Colby moaned lowly as his thrusts stopped, both your chests heaving as he pulled out, then laying next to you. Regaining your breath, you stood up and grabbed your clothes—suddenly sobering up and remembering the frenzy before your glorious fuck.

“Where are you going?” Colby muttered, running a hand through his sweat covered hair, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Home.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” You sassed, stopping to look at him.

“I said no.” Colby replied, standing up and grabbing his boxers, slipping them on as he walked over to you.

His hand slid to your face and cupped your cheek, “You know I love you too, baby.”

Batting his hand away, you shook your head, “I only said that because I came.”

Colby laughed, “Don’t kid yourself. Now shut up and get back into bed.”

Rolling your eyes, you ignored him and grabbed your dress off the floor—before it was ripped from your hands, earning a string off curses from your lips.

Colby threw your dress across the room as he forcefully grabbed your face, “Don’t fuck me off again, Y/N. You know I fucking love you, and you love me. So stop being a bitch and get into bed, now.”

Knowing deep down you wanted to scream at him and walk out, the alcohol caught up at you as fatigue washed over your body.

“Whatever, you’re still a dick.” You murmured, pushing past him to climb into his bed, getting yourself comfortable as he pulled you onto his chest.

Colby pressed a loving kiss to your forehead as you closed your eyes, “You’re such a pain in my ass, but you’ll always be mine.”

“Fuck off.”

“Y/N.” Colby warned, his voice stern.

“Fine, I love you.” You said in defeat, trying to the hide the smile that crept onto your face.

“Good girl. I love you too, sweetheart.”

You sighed as you drifted off into a deep slumber, trying to enjoy the moment of tranquility. But, in the back of your mind you knew that tomorrow it would start all over again.

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a/n: lmao y’all are gonna hate me for this one but toxic relationships aren’t toxic all the time. that’s why they’re so hard to leave—when it’s good it’s really fucking good, but when it’s bad it’s FUCKING HORRENDOUS.

AND YES IM BACK YAYYY

i’ve missed y’all sm, all your messages and support are so so sweet and im so appreciative of all of u. so thank you sm and yes some good shit is coming soon. i’m trying a new writing style and format for my fic so i hope you like!!!

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clbrq · 5 months

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BROOOOO WHAT I LOVE YALL SM WHAT THE HECKKKK

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clbrq · 5 months

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WANNABE - C.BROCK (TEASER!)

warnings; SMUT, jealousy, angsty, friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing.

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You were what everybody wanted.

Girl or boy—they either wanted to be you or be with you. You were everything anybody would wish for themselves.

You were beautiful—every facial and bodily quality that a girl could want. But, you were humble. Sure, knew you were attractive, but you didn’t use it to get your own way. You were a good friend, loyal and an incredible night out. Spontaneous, care-free and ecstatically joyous—everybody wanted to be around you when in clubs or at social events. You always lit up a room and were, truly, the life of the party.

And she was the most jealous of all.

Tasha was a lovely girl. She was pretty, kind and friendly. But, for some reason, had a hunch when it came to you. Just something about you made her think more often than not—she questioned about your secrets, and what you and her boyfriend’s friendship really was.

Colby Brock had been there for years, dating back to your old high-school days in Kansas. He had been your loyal friend even when you moved halfway across the world to pursue your career, or when you didn’t even live in his state, or even when he got a girlfriend.

And Tasha’s suspicion only grew when she finds out about yours and Colby’s drunken one night stand years ago—and her surmise about you two blossomed further.

But, little does she know, her boyfriend, had a lot more secrets to hide himself.

hi guys.

after a few days of thinking, i realised that sitting in my room and wallowing in my sadness will not help me feel better about the situation (if you don’t know it’s my previous post.) but writing really makes me feel better and takes my mind off things so here we are.

and no i’m not fully back, i just thought of a cool idea and wanted to write a preview. this will be a series and i’m actually really excited about it.

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PSA - important

hey guys. hope everyone is okay.

i’m gonna be taking a break for while. 3 close friends of my mine were so sadly killed in a tragic accident on sunday, they were missing and they were found dead today. i’m so sorry i’m having to leave but i need time to process and grieve.

but one thing i will say, driving safely and carefully is fucking important, and sadly driving unsafely took three people from my life. i have known them for 6 years and were 3 of the funniest people i’ve ever met.

please hold your loved ones tight tonight, love you all so so much. i’ll be back soon.

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TEASE - C. BROCK & M’S. DEAD.

warnings; SMUT, oral (giving), p in v sex, cursing, mentions of a breakup, revenge, hate sex ?? bit angsty near the end

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You were so conflicted.

Colby Brock, your ex-boyfriend, had completely ruined your life. One minute you’re amazing—healthy and loving, and the next he’s sitting you down and telling you it’s over. Your heart was shattered within two words leaving his lips—you’d never felt pain like it. It especially hurt when you watched him bring girls over to your shared house, and forcing you to listen to them fuck.

But, the other side of you, wanted nothing more than to get him back. Flip the whole situation back on him, make him feel how you did and show him what it’s like to get completely fucked over.

It was a warm Thursday night—way past Midnight with the rest of your housemates fast asleep, while you lay wide awake in your bed, Mike’s cock ramming deep inside you. Your moans ringing throughout the room as you arched back into him, feeling every vein in his cock as it slowly slid in and out of you.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he bounced your ass back onto him, indulging in the way it rippled with every thrust. A string of degrading curses flew from his mouth as his pace picked up, erupting more pornographic whines from your mouth.

You’d secretly wanted to fuck Mike for so long. He was gorgeous—chiselled face and jawline, incredibly tattooed body and an alluring smile all drew you to him. After Colby, you knew you needed to feel something other than pain, so fucking Mike would do exactly that. At first, you always hooked up at his place, but now wanting nothing more than to get sweet revenge on Colby, you decided to bring him your room and to be as loud as humanly possible.

“Oh, god, Mike.” You whined, feeling the arousal spread throughout your body as his inked hand reached under you to rub swift circles on your clit.

“Yeah, you like it? You like it when I fuck you from behind, baby?” He teased, his smirk evident in his voice.

Whining back in agreement, you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you creamed around his cock, moaning his name loudly. Following suit, Mike groaned lowly as he filled your pussy up deeply with his cum, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of your clenching hole.

Mike pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped out of you and onto your bed sheets. Chuckling darkly, he inserted two fingers inside you, pushing it back up into you.

Flipping around to face him, you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips, “Thank you.”

Mike’s hand laid gently on your chin as he kissed you back, “My pleasure, sweetheart.”

As you placed a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt on your tired body, Mike threw some boxers on, feeling too hot and bothered to get fully clothed. Slithering into bed next to you, Mike curled up behind you, spooning you closely. He pecked your cheek as you slipped into a deep slumber.

Waking up the next morning, you ignored the ache between your legs as you gently awoke Mike next to you. He rubbed his eyes as he fully regained consciousness, sitting up in your bed.

“How’d you sleep, princess?” He mumbled, his voice raspy.

“Good, you?”

“Alright, I think one of the boys got up in the night, woke me up.” He informed you, standing up and dressing himself as you pondered on his words.

Who would be walking around the house in the middle of the night? Probably Colby bringing another in.

As you walked Mike out of your bedroom and down the stairs, you placed a soft kiss on his lips as you shut the door behind him. Smiling to yourself as you go to walk back to your room, you’re met with a familiar face stood outside their room.

“Good morning, how’d you sleep?” You asked, a devilish smirk on your lips as you approached him.

“Fuck you.” Colby spat, pushing past you.

Erupting a laugh from your chest, you pushed open your door and hopped back into your bed. You spent the rest of your day working—replying to emails and editing. You were mentally tired by dinner time as Sam called your name from downstairs.

Trudging down the stairs, you made your way into the kitchen as your four other house mates sat eating their take out dinner; Taco Bell. They all greeted you as you took a seat and plated up your meal, digging in.

“Sounded like somebody had a fun last night, huh?” Sam joked, smirking cheekily at you.

Chuckling at his words, you shook your head in amusement, “I did indeed.”

“Didn’t even need to ask, we heard it all for ourselves.” Jake spoke, taking a bite of his food, “Reminds me of when you two were together.” He added, nodding his head towards Colby.

“I was never that loud.” You fired, trying to hide your grin at your own words.

“Wow, okay.” Colby replied, rolling his eyes.

The boys laughed, emerging in a new conversation as you and Colby stayed silent—occasionally shooting each other a glance as you ate. You knew you’d gotten to Colby, he was visibly irritated and it filled you with joy.

After dinner, you helped clear up all the boys’ mess, washing some cups and plates, before heading back upstairs to your room. However, as you made it to your bedroom door, a strong grasp on your forearm pulled you in the opposite direction, and into a different room.

“How fucking dare you,” Colby growled, shoving you against his door, “You think now we’re broken up you can go whoring around? No, it doesn’t work like that.”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk,” You shot back, “Bringing girls back here every other night. All different ones, by the way, I’d love to know how they’d all feel about that?”

Colby seethed in your face, becoming visibly more angry at your words, “Well, unlucky for you, they’re all just in it for the fuck. Unlike you and lover boy.”

“Yeah, and he’ll be a better boyfriend than you ever were.”

Colby had had enough. He forcefully grabbed your neck, smashing your lips together in a rough, hateful kiss—full of clashing teeth and moans erupting from your mouth. Colby grasped the underside of your thighs, pulling you off the ground to wrap your legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling on the strands harshly, smirking as his groans of pain flew down your throat.

Soon enough, Colby backed away from the door, retreating to the bed he once fucked you in every night. Treating you like a princess, taking care of you—you knew that wouldn’t be the case this time around. He ripped your clothes off like his life depended on it, not caring whether they got damaged or not, and doing the same to himself.

By the end of his rampage, you were both left naked—both panting heavily and staring at each other.

“You gonna just sit there like an idiot, or are you gonna make me cum, or what?” Colby spat, nodding down to his obvious hard on.

“Oh, you’re such a dick.” You breathed, laughing at his attitude, leaning down to place your mouth next to his member.

Placing your lips slowly over his tip, he groaned loudly as he slid to the back of your throat. His noises only grew louder as you bobbed your head up and down onto his cock, smirking at the way he gripped onto your head for life—only pushing you further down. Ignoring the way he chuckled darkly as you gagged around his length, you jerked the base of his cock as you sucked the tip.

You could tell he was getting close as his thrusts into your mouth only increased as you felt him twitch. But, before he could find his release, you pulled away, smirking up at him as his face dropped in shock.

You really had just blue-ballsed him.

“You fucking bitch.” Colby growled, grabbing your legs roughly, and flipping you onto your stomach.

Dragging your ass back towards him, Colby slammed his hips into yours as his dick stretched you out fully. Moaning loudly, you gripped his sheets tightly as he unmercifully pounded into you, his ring-clad hands holding onto your hips tightly. Colby didn’t spare you—his pace was deathly, causing you to whine and moan constantly as he fucked you into nothingness.

“Yeah, not so mouthy now, are you?” Colby panted, planting a harsh slap to your ass, a smirk forming on his face as you cried out, “Apologise.”

“In your fucking dreams.” You gasped, turning back to meet his eyes.

As a dark cloud forming in his Colby’s eyes, he grabbed your arms angrily, pinning them behind your back, as his other hand pressed your face into the bedsheets; cutting off your airflow.

“Yeah? Still can’t chat shit, can you, sweetheart?” Colby mocked, hinting towards the nickname Mike always called you during sex.

You drooled helplessly into the sheets as Colby destroyed your pussy, absolutely ruining you from behind. Due to your previous actions, Colby was quick to cum. His thrusts altered as he groaned loudly, cumming deeply inside you, panting heavily as he did so.

And not once did he attempt to make you cum.

Pulling out of you and standing upright, Colby silently threw his clothes back on and trudged towards his bathroom, slamming the door shut. He was clearly still pissed.

Sighing loudly, you curled up in his sheets, a single tear slipping from the corner of your eye. You were sick of this cycle—fucking other people to get revenge, fighting, then fucking, and then not speaking to each other for weeks. It was tiring, you either wanted to get back together, or not speak to each other ever again.

And you weren’t sure which one you wanted.

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ALL FOR ME - C. BROCK

warnings: kissing, sexual dancing, cursing, drinking, implied sex, cheating??, VERY toxic(i’m obsessed send help).

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You felt sick. Disgusted. Betrayed.

You couldn’t physically believe what you were seeing before you. No explanation could come to mind as to why this was happening. Or why it was happening to you.

She was grinding all up against his lower half, smiling cheekily, swaying her body to the beat of the music as he held onto her waist, whispering into her ear. It was a foul sight.

Sitting alone at the island in the kitchen, quickly sipping your drink as you watch, the anger coursing through your body—the cup shaking as you brought it up to your lips. Jesus, you hated him.

Colby Brock was a player and a fuck-boy. Not happy enough with one woman, actively seeking out more to have. But, you knew what you were getting into when becoming his recurring hook-up.

The music blared into your ears as someone approached you from behind, “Dude, if you stare anymore they’re gonna have holes burnt into the side of their faces.”

“Not looking at their faces, Sam.”

Taking a look for himself, he witnesses his best friend dirty dance with a random girl in front of you in a large crowd of drunk people, “For some reason, I’m not surprised.”

Swivelling around to face to him, “You’re kidding, right?”

“No,” Sam chuckled, “Colby does this all the time. And has done for years. He gets one girl, has his way with her and finds another. It’s a recurring cycle—you’re lucky he kept hooking up with you after the first time.”

“Lucky?” You sneered, irritated by his response. However, you could use this built up anger to get your sweet revenge—show Colby how it really feels.

“Kiss me.”

Sam’s eyes widened at your words, a flush of red appearing in his cheeks, “What?”

“Just shut up and do it.” You rolled your eyes, standing up, pulling Sam close and sliding your hands through his blonde looks.

Connecting your lips with Sam’s felt almost wrong considering he was best friends with Colby, but considering his antics tonight—you knew it was exactly what he deserved. You pushed your body flush against Sam’s as you kissed him harder—finally feeling him kiss back. You could feel a pair of eyes glaring at you, could be others just observing; but you were absolutely certain it was Colby. Grabbing Sam’s hands, you place them on your waist, allowing him to connect further. The alcohol in both of your system’s was suddenly taking over as Sam’s lips left yours and sloppily glided down your neck, nipping your skin—creating love bites on your exposed skin. Craning your neck ever so slightly, your eyes are met with a furious Colby on the dance floor. Smirking at him, you turn back to Sam, smashing your lips back together again.

When suddenly, your pushed apart forcefully by ring-clad hands, “That’s enough.” Colby seethed, staring angrily at you.

“Not occupied anymore?” You pressed into his rage, “Girl number 32 not as fun as you thought so you run back to girl number 14?”

“Shut your mouth.” Colby spat, “How dare you kiss my bestfriend.”

Laughing in his face, you shake your head, “Oh, that’s rich considering you were just dry humping some random slut!”

Colby goes silent, just running a hand through his hair, chest rising quickly due to his anger. You knew you had got to him—causing him to have no rude remark to fire back.

“It wasn’t like that.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, same, I fell onto Sam’s lips.” You shot back, sarcastically, only fuelling his annoyance.

Instead of replying, he grabbed your forearm, dragging you upstairs and away from the party. Colby was forceful, showing you how upset he was and how much you were gonna pay. Shoving you inside an empty room, you landed onto the bed as he slammed and locked the door.

Colby walked towards you, scowling deeply as he grabbed your chin and connected your lips heatedly. Pushing your back flat against the bed, Colby hovered over as he kissed you ferociously, groping your body as he did so. Moaning into his mouth, bucking your hips as he ventured near in between your legs.

Realisation hit you as you remembered what he had done. Shoving him off you, you stood up and faced him maturely,

“What the fuck, Colby?” You exclaimed, “You can’t just fucking grind against girls all night, then get annoyed when I do the same to you, and then try and fuck me when you don’t get your way!” You didn’t care if people heard you, your voice getting louder as you spoke.

“And what? You’ll still come crawling back to my bed every time.” Colby bit back, grabbing your body and pulling you close, “And you’ll be begging me to fuck you so deep you cry, and make you cum all over my cock until you’re a blabbing, fuck-toy for me.”

You breathed heavily as you took in his words, not knowing what to say.

“All. for. me.” Colby smirked, sitting you gently in his lap, “Isn’t that right sweetheart?”

“Fuck you.” You spat, pushing him away, putting a distance between the both of you. Knowing the sexually frustrated and horny side of your brain would take over if you got too close to him, “You’re a dick.”

“And yet you still ride mine every night.”

“And yet you still don’t get rid of me when you go for another girl.” You fire at him, catching him off-guard, “Why is that Colby? You in love with me or something?”

You expected him to blow up in your face, and storm off in a fit, instead he stood up slowly and walked over to you. You didn’t move away as he slid his hand into yours, “And so what if I am?” He whispered.

“You’re a bullshitter.”

“Your evidence?” He inquired, looking down at you—eyebrows furrowed, “Exactly.” Your silence gave him the answer he needed.

“What changes even if you’re telling the truth, you’ll still fuck other girls and treat me like shit.” You stated, looking away from his cold, brooding, blue eyes.

His free hand lifted your chin to meet his gaze once more, “You say the word and I’ll stop doing that. Just for you, baby.”

“I don’t believe nor trust you.”

Colby just stared at you, not replying, knowing you’ll give in eventually.

“Fine.” You sighed, rubbing your temple.

“Fine what, babe?” He pushed, smirking at you as you glared up at him.

“Fine, I want you to myself, so stop fucking other people and treating me like shit.” You spoke, still slightly irritated at him, “Happy?”

Colby’s smirk increased as he pecked your forehead, “Very happy, baby. Now, where were we?”

hi this is a filler fic that i did ages ago just to fuel you all whilst i write the more important ones

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when u go to read sam n colby fics and all ur fics keep coming up 😪

lord someone pls post other than me i will cry

ps i promise i’m posting tomorrow i’ve been out tn and wearing heels for hours on end has killed me off. also don’t even think i clarified yes i am a girl HA

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DESTROY ME - C. BROCK & S. GOLBACH.

warnings; HEAVYYYY SMUT, cursing/swearing, corruption kink, innocent reader, sam’s a little cutie but colby’s mean ASFFF, mention of blacking out, talk of religion and god, but not heavy.

this was requested, but it somehow got deleted but thank you @paymal7 for this absolute gem <3

MINORS DNI

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“Please, I promise I didn’t!”

Your begging did no good to stop what was coming for you. Tears were brimming in your eyes as you sat on a comfy bed, toying with the hem of your dress subconsciously.

“We don’t like liars.” He spoke sternly, sauntering slowly back and forth in front of you.

Colby Brock was sly and nasty, he knew how to get under your skin and wind you up. He always flashed you a devilish smirk when you said something you knew he would twist and use against you. He was cruel, always teasing you and leaving you high and dry when you needed him most.

“Just tell us the truth, baby, we won’t be mad.” A voice from your right stated, erupting a scoff from Colby in front of you.

Sam Golbach was the nicer out of the two—not the nicest, but nicer. He would be gentler, kinder and most understanding, at times, than Colby. He would listen to you, and make a smart decision from there on out. But, when he wanted to be—his inner demons would take over. He would be ravenous and mean, taking it out on you like his life depended on it.

Right now, luckily for you, Sam was in a good mood. He was talking to you sweetly, almost concerned. Colby, however, never took that approach—taking any opportunity to rile you up for the fun of it.

“I swear on my life, I would never do that!” You declared, your words feeling useless as you said them aloud.

“That’s a bold claim, sweetheart,” Colby dragged, his piercing blue eyes glaring into yours, “I know you fucked someone else, just admit it.”

Shaking your head, feeling helpless to yourself—ready to admit defeat, as you realised they would never believe you. Sam slid next to Colby, the two do then stood in front of you, igniting a sudden anxiety in your body.

“C’mon, angel, we just want the truth.” Sam smiled down at you, offering a small comfort in the moment of despair.

“Swear on God.” Colby spat, his expression full of distaste as he watched you crumble in from of him.

“I swear on God.”

The boys exchanged looks as the words fell past your lips. Colby looked more angrier than he did previously, and Sam looked almost pleased at your response.

“I think she’s telling the truth, Colby.” Sam muttered, glancing down at you, the tears in your eyes finally drying up.

“Mhm,” Colby hummed, walking closer to you, grabbing your chin harshly, “Even if I can’t punish you for fucking somebody else, I can do it for walking around in that slutty dress for everyone to see.”

Whining quietly at Colby’s statement, you mentally prepared for what was coming. Colby had the certain glint in his eyes when he wanted to absolutely destroy you, rip you to shreds and demolish you to nothing.

“Do I not even get an apology?” Colby murmured, his grip tightening.

“I’m sorry.” You squeaked, the nerves in your body taking over.

“Gotta do better than that, sweetheart.” He laughed, letting go of your chin to grab hold of your throat aggressively.

You were taken aback by his swift movements, a large sum of air being stolen from your lungs as he did so.

“On your knees, slut.”

Doing exactly as you were told, you fell from the bed to the floor, looking desperately up at Colby as his hand fell from your neck. Sam walked behind you, stroking your head lovingly as Colby shook his head down at you.

“What a good girl, don’t you agree, Colby?” Sam asked, grinning down at you.

“For once.” Colby spat, “I still think she deserves a good punishment.”

“How about this?” Sam started, peering up to meet Colby’s gaze, “You punish her the way you like, then I treat her for being the good girl you know she really is.”

“Whatever,” Colby mumbled, “But, don’t think I’ll be nice, babe.”

Nodding feverishly, you stared up at Colby—your glossy eyes not helping to lower your punishment.

“Get on the bed.”

Clambering up from the ground, you lay flat on the bed, ready for Colby to take you the way he liked; Missionary. Colby liked it so much as he could watch your face contort into pain as he rammed his large cock inside you—giving you no chance to adjust to size. It made him harder just watching you struggle to take him.

Colby flipped your dress up, harshly ripping your panties off your private areas and onto the ground, discarding them somewhere you know you’d have trouble finding the next morning. Colby lifted your leg up to his shoulder as he unclothed himself from the waist down.

His hands swiftly smacked your bare pussy, evoking a loud gasp from your lips as he laughed darkly at your response.

“Could just feel how wet you are from that,” He told you, looking up at you evilly, “Such a fucking whore, aren’t you? You love it when I treat you like little bitch you are, don’t you?”

His words stung as they hit your ears—but the overwhelming arousal, you knew you shouldn’t feel, dominated that feeling of hurt. And as much as Colby didn’t like liars, he wasn’t one himself—you were soaked, secretly loving the superiority complex Colby had over you.

Taking you by surprise, Colby’s hand flew to your neck, slightly cutting off your airways once again as his eyes darkened, “Answer me.” He seethed.

“Yes, Colby.” You managed to squeeze out, ignoring the dizziness beginning to form in your mind.

Letting go of your throat, Colby lifted the other leg onto his shoulders, lining himself up with your entrance. You bit down on your lip as you braced yourself for the mind-blowing pain, yet also pleasure, you were about to feel. But, it never came.

Your breathing increasing, you lifted your head to watch Colby’s face—being met with a wicked smirk, “Did you really think I was gonna give you what you want, just like that?”

Words failed you as a confused expression plastered itself over you, feeling utterly ashamed that you were so naive. Colby laughed loudly at your visage, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“No, I wanna hear you beg for it. Wanna hear you whine and cry for my cock.” Colby proclaimed, no sign of backing down in his words.

Whining loudly, your words suddenly slipped out, “Colby, I’m so sorry, please. Please, just fuck me, I need it.”

“Keep ‘em coming, baby.” Colby teased, rubbing the tip of his cock slowly against your clit at an antagonising pace.

“Oh, Colby, please. I need you, I promise I’ve been good. I’ve been good for you and Sam, I swear. I need you please, Colby.”

Satisfied with your begging, his sudden thrust fully inside you made you cry out loudly, your hands flying around his neck as he buried himself deeply inside you. His hips began snapping against you at a rapid rhythm, abusing your G-spot deliciously with each thrust.

The moans and curses that flew from your lips echoed noisily into the room, filling both of the boys ears. Your head flew to the side as Colby’s lips attacked your neck, biting harshly onto your plain skin, suddenly now tainted with love bites.

Your glassy eyes landed on Sam, who was sat in the chair next to bed, his hand smoothly jerking himself off as he watched you get ruined by his best friend. Sam offered you a cheeky wink, his hand speeding up as your eyes met.

Colby, however, was not giving up—his pace not faltering as he fucked into nothingness. His fingers, not once, ventured down to your aching clit—not willing to provide you an orgasm. He grunted into your neck as he continued to suck purple bruises onto your skin, his breath hot against you. Suddenly pulling himself upright, his hand grasped your breasts his hand, pulling and pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“You fucking love it when I corrupt you, don’t you?” He spat, a sinful grin still on his lips, “Not such a good girl now, are you?”

“No, no, no.” You chanted, loosing yourself in the way he rammed into you, your cervix being destroyed in the process, “Oh my God.” You dragged, screwing your eyes shut as your legs wrapped around his waist.

Colby’s smirk grew at your words, feeling nice enough to not inform you that you’d used God’s name in vain, but still cruel enough to push your legs further up and fuck you harder. Your brain didn’t comprehend the words flying out of your mouth at this point, the praises towards Colby filling his ears. You were seeing stars as Colby’s cock twitched inside you.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my babies, yeah?” Colby teased, “Gonna make you a mommy, you want that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Colby, please!” You begged, clawing your nails down his back, listening to him groan into your ear as he came deep inside you.

Colby’s orgasms weren’t like most men’s, especially not like Sam’s. Colby came for a longer duration than most, and he had a larger load. He would always get tired after he came as it took it out of him—but he would always push past it to fuck you one last time.

Colby pulled out of you, in awe of the way his cum dribbled onto the sheets. Shoving his fingers into you, he stuffed his cum back inside you, your brain too fuzzy to understand his muttering about making sure he got you good and full of his load.

Soon enough, Sam switched with Colby, his small smile greeting your vision as he leaned over you, “Hi there, beautiful.”

“Sam.” You whined, your hands reaching out to touch him, your hands landing on his t-shirt, pulling at the fabric to pull him closer to you.

“Was Colby not very nice, baby?” He asked, brushing the sweaty hair out of your face.

“I did warn her.” Colby added from the background, pulling his clothes back on and placing himself where Sam was previously sat.

“Yes.” You mumbled to Sam, jutting your lip out in a frown.

“Oh, baby.” Sam replied, “You want me to make you feel better?”

Nodding feverishly, Sam grinned as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against your lips. You savoured the feeling of his sweet lips on yours as your tongues danced together, mewling into his mouth quietly. Sam’s smiled deeper into the kiss as he heard you, his lips moving against yours smoothly.

Quickly, Sam’s kisses trailed down to your neck and chest, pecking over Colby’s forming hickeys. Sam delicately took your dress off, leaving you naked below him, only hardening his cock in his trousers more. Then, he proceeded to kiss your tits, occasionally suckling on your abused nipples, and slowly making his way to your stomach.

Once he reached the place you’d be craving him to get to, you winced as Sam’s fingers protruded your entrance carefully. His fingers rocked back and forth inside, curling them to hit the spot you liked the most. The pleasure built up from Colby fucking you helped the knot in your stomach build up much quicker than usual.

And as Sam’s tongue slid flat against your clit, your back arched in pleasure as his name rolled off your tongue. The way he circled his tongue around your bud made you squirm under him—your actions making him roughly hold you down to keep you still. Sam unforgivingly sucked on your aching nub; your orgasm nearing closer.

“Cum on my face, baby, I know you want to.” He spoke, your slick connecting your throbbing clit and his swollen lips, his fingers still swiftly moving in and out of you.

The knot in your stomach finally snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking and convulsing under Sam as he continued to assault your pussy with his tongue. The ecstasy flowing your veins so aggressively, your body goes numb. Before you can even realise, your eyes shut as you fall unconscious.

As if it was a few moments ago, you awoke suddenly, your body throbbing slightly as you regained consciousness. You were alone in the bed, your clothes back on and you tucked under the sheets.

Unsure of where the givers of your un-denying pleasure were, you carefully rose from the comfort of the bed, and ventured downstairs—just like both of the boys had done to you earlier. Reaching the kitchen, you saw the pair sat at the kitchen island, eating.

Upon your presence, Sam and Colby turned to face you, Sam smiling sweetly at you, “Good morning, princess. How’s that pretty little head of yours?”

Returning the gesture, you softly grinned back at the blonde, “It’s okay. Did I fall asleep?”

“You blacked out from cumming so hard, babe.” Colby spoke, getting straight to the point, smirking slightly, “Looked so good with that fuck face when you were creaming all over Sam’s tongue.”

Mumbling Colby’s name in embarrassment, you attempted to hide the pink hue in your cheeks, as Colby beckoned you over to the two of them. Replying to his command, you stood in between the two, Colby pulling you close to him by your waist, and pecking your neck sweetly.

Colby was rough in bed for sure, and loved to wind you up, but occasionally, if something was taken too far he made sure you knew he cared about you truly.

“Glad you’re okay, baby.” Colby whispered to you, placing another sweet kiss below your earlobe.

“Stop hogging her.” Sam complained, grabbing your hand and dragging you onto his lap.

Sam nuzzled his face into your hair, indulging in the clean smell of your shampoo, kissing your head every now and again as you all conversed in small talk.

Still feeling a bit out of it, Sam and Colby caught onto your emotions, standing up, “Come on, we’ll go back to bed.” Sam suggested, still holding onto your hand as he directed you back up the stairs, Colby following behind.

“You gonna be okay?” Sam asked, his hand comfortably resting on the small of your back.

“I think so.” You mumbled, your eyes feeling heavy once more.

“She will, she just can’t handle being fucked right.” Colby joked from behind you, placing a harsh slap to your ass as you walked in front of him.

Earning a small gasp from your lips, you turned around to be met with Colby’s all too familiar wicked smirk.

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