SnC Kink
Series Metadata
- Creator:
- Anonymous
- Series Begun:
- 2025-08-01
- Series Updated:
- 2026-01-31
- Description:
-ˏˋ⋆ bdsmsolby’s snc kink series ⋆ˊˎ-
ㅤ♡ bdsm, somno, dubcon, and other kink(s) (or smut) besides omorashi/watersports
ㅤ♡ (it has it's own series here: SnC Omorashi with an angst series here SnC Angst)request info
ㅤ♡ request in the comments of any fic!!! (let me know what era/video you want or itll be current era)
ㅤ♡ platonic snc or solby only (will do smut!!!)
ㅤ♡ only 2 requests per person at a time plz
ㅤ♡ sam-centric because >.<
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schedule information
ㅤ3/4 requests complete!!!!
ㅤwriting ⇨ Praise
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posts at 4:00/5:00 utc when complete
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(doing this for fun so dont eat me for not posting a lot.)- Notes:
fics with continuation!!! click here to see guide
sammy a freak (somno) sick sub-series in order: Sick, Sick II
ftm!colbs x cis!sammy sub-series in order: Desk
standalone: Schoolgirl, Bite, Omega, Tentacles, Melt, Elf, Puppy, Present, Mine
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- Words:
- 54,780
- Works:
- 14
- Complete:
- No
- Bookmarks:
- 7
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He wishes he could say this was the only time the thought has crossed his mind.
He’d even go for the 2nd or 3rd time, but…
He can’t believe he just fucking did that.
(Based off this clip. Sammy is a freak.)
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- Part 1 of SnC Kink
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Oh. He’s staring at his own ass. His own ass in a skirt.
A soft blush rises to his face, and he quickly turns back around. The skirt swishes, air making its way to bits that definitely don’t normally have a breeze on them. He smooths the skirt down flat with the palms of his hands, his face pink. Well…
He can’t help but to keep his eyes on the skirt in the mirror, how it ends mid thigh, clearly not entirely made for someone of his height or stature or… body type. Yet…
(Request.)
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- Part 2 of SnC Kink
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“Did I pass your test yet?” He asks with a hint of amusement.
“No,” Sam says simply, he visibly sniffs the air, “you still smell.”
Colby frowns, but he’s not offended. He’s heard that comment a billion times. Then he gives a little smirk, heart rate racing for a different but similar reason.
“Then do something about it,” Colby taunts.
(Request.)
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- Part 3 of SnC Kink
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The omega whimpers, bright blue eyes wide and trying their hardest to stay locked onto Colby’s. His trembles are terribly obvious.
“I don’t know why you always fight me,” Colby muses, “you’ll never win.”
(Request.)
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- Part 4 of SnC Kink
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Living with Sam wasn’t much different than before, they were still friends, best friends who did everything together. But now—
The two of them are step-brothers.
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“Do you ever wonder what someone else's hand is like?” The blonde twiddles with his thumbs in his lap. There’s a beat of silence. Colby leans back a bit, sitting upright as he considers the question.
“You mean like…” And Colby makes a crude gesture, miming jacking off, “like when you touch yourself?”
Kinktober Day 1: Masturbation, Orgasm Control, (Pseudo)-Incest.
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- Part 5 of SnC Kink
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Slowly, like it’s waking up from sleep, a dark tendril—thin at first—starts to emerge. But the more it moves down the length of Sam’s chest, mimicking the placement of his arm by his side, the thicker it gets. The tendril was dark like obsidian, glossy, almost oily with the way the slight seems to shine off of it. Then, as if it wasn’t already bad, another twin tendril emerges from Sam's other shoulder. Then another, from higher up. And another…
They were…
Tentacles?
Kinktober Day 9: Exhibitionism, Shibari, Tentacles.
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- Part 6 of SnC Kink
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Sam tries to ignore it, he doesn’t even want to touch himself. He just wants to sleep, forget about it all. Forget the sound of Colby’s soft breathing, the image of the rise and fall of his chest, the hotness that flashed through him as he came—blinding and better than any other orgasm. How his dick felt so sensitive, the sight of the curve of Colby’s spine and exposed skin feeling so different then the peeks he’d get during the day. Different in the quiet darkness of the night.
The taboo.
It’s worse, it’s so much worse. Because once was once, right? That’s what he tells himself. One mistake, one a moment of weakness. He can justify that, eventually, maybe. A single, isolated incident. But to do it again?
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- Part 7 of SnC Kink
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There, in the box is a confusing mix of things. What stood out first was the two candles, a bright and festive red, and a somehow more saturated festive green. Next to the candles is a small glass jar of something oily but oddly solid, a box of matches, and…a blindfold—the type that’s shaped to rest perfectly against the eyes, able to easily slide over someone’s head. All of the items rest atop a velvet red cloth, each of them placed carefully and with consideration.
Colby blinks up at Sam in confusion, “... candles?”
1/12 of bdsmsolby’s 12 Days of Solbymas Omo/Kink event!
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- Part 8 of SnC Kink
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Now it’s Colby’s turn to look Sam up and down, the brunette biting his lip, “not my fault you're the perfect little elf.”
“Little?” Sam echos, eyebrow raising.
“With your little hat and pointy little shoes,” Colby continues.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Sam can’t help but challenge, voice low.
3/12 of bdsmsolby’s 12 Days of Solbymas Omo/Kink event!
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- Part 9 of SnC Kink
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“Oh, there you are,” Sam murmurs, tipping his head back against the chair. His blue eyes, usually so sharp and focused, were soft now, filled with profound affection and pride, “My good boy. You need this, don't you?”
Colby can’t form words. He just nods his head slightly, rubbing his cheek harder against Sam’s thigh, seeking more friction, more contact. He makes a low, happy, rolling sound in his chest—resembling a purr more than a human sound.
“What do you need, pup?” Sam asks, cupping Colby’s jaw.
5/12 of bdsmsolby’s 12 Days of Solbymas Omo/Kink event!
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- Part 10 of SnC Kink
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The blonde is sitting there on his knees, hands behind his back, and there’s not a single piece of clothing on his body. Instead, a silky red ribbon is wrapped around him. It wraps around his body, his biceps, his arms, his chest, his waist—it travels all the way down. Sam tilts his head, fluffy hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at Colby from the living room, a small smile on his lips.
The brunette stares dumbly, lips parted in shock. Then he blinks, body finally unfrozen, his hand drops from his face, hanging limply.
“Oh,” is all he can say, a flush emerging on his face.
7/12 of bdsmsolby’s 12 Days of Solbymas Omo/Kink event!
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- Part 11 of SnC Kink
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Sam’s never had a rut before. But Colby has had heats, they’re suppressed now, he’s too busy to afford to lose a week to a heat with no one to help him through it, he’s had one once or twice, and to imagine going through his first one completely alone…
“I can help him,” Colby asserts, watching as Elton slowly admits defeat, knowing that the Alpha and omega pair are too stubborn when it comes to the other. And even though his words are sure, there’s a hint of his own desperation behind it, his omega wanting to calm the Alpha—to help him in whatever way he can. He doesn’t want his—the Alpha to be alone.
9/12 of bdsmsolby’s 12 Days of Solbymas Omo/Kink event!
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- Part 12 of SnC Kink
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The blonde scoots closer to the brunette’s chair, forcing himself between Colby’s already spread legs.
This finally gets Colby to stop what he’s doing for a second, he pulls one headphone, holding it a few centimeters from his ear so he can hear clearly, “what are you doing?”
Sam smiles up at him, not so innocently, “nothing.”
11/12 of bdsmsolby’s 12 Days of Solbymas Omo/Kink event!
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- Part 13 of SnC Kink
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However, the brunette manages to grab Sam’s wrists and pins them together with both hands. He doesn’t let go, keeping them there as he looms over the blonde. There’s a wide grin on his face, hair messy and chest rising and falling with breathless energy.
“Gotcha,” he pants out.
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“Sam,” Colby’s voice is thick with uncertainty, a warning, his big blue eyes boring into Sam’s like a guilty puppy. Sam reclaims his earlier smirk, but it doesn’t frame his face with playful youthfulness, instead it has a darker edge to it.
“Relax,” he drawls, and he slides a bit further down the bed, hips shifting, feeling Colby’s weight more solidly against him, “we’re not actually brothers, Colby.” His hand trails higher, brushing underneath Colby’s shirt.
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- Part 14 of SnC Kink