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fuckmyskywalker · 4 months

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❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 : 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞.

— CW: 18+. Smut. Oral (f). Masturbation. Brief vaginal penetration. Creampie. Exhibitionism. | Word Count: 0.8k

— a/n: I'm finally free and I'm no longer sick! I'll catch up with the 23 and upload 24 <3. Kissies and sorry for the inconvenience!

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

When Sam invited you to spend Christmas with his mom’s side of the family, you clearly weren’t expecting to be dragged behind the tall, leafy Christmas tree; the bright colorful lights bathed your face, highlighting the confused expression on your flushed cheeks. “What are you doing?” You whisper at your boyfriend, looking between the thick branches, making sure his mother or his aunts are still chatting in the kitchen.

Sam pushes you against the wall, his hip brushing against the tree and making some ornaments jingle softly. “I want to fuck you,” He states simply as if it was obvious— it kind of was. “It’s so stupid my mom is making us sleep in separate rooms.”

“We can’t fuck in the living room!”

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Smashing his lips against yours, Sam slides his cold hands under your loose T-shirt, cupping your breasts and squeezing them. His erection rubs against your thigh, barely concealed by those ridiculous red checkered pajama pants his mother bought for everyone to wear… including you. His thumbs circle your nipples as he drinks your moans with harsh, demanding kisses. With your palms against his shoulders, you try to push him away to protest a little more, but it seems that he has other plans; one hand releases your chest, yanks the waistband of your pants down, bringing your underwear with them. “You better be quiet,” He threatens you before kneeling and burying his face between your legs.

His tongue traces your folds before using his thumbs to spread them. Licking his lips, Sam runs his tongue flat over your clit, flicking it repeatedly. The thrill of doing it behind the goddamned Christmas tree is making your head go dizzy, you should be ashamed, have an ounce of respect for his family… but right now you can’t seem to care when your boyfriend is sucking your clit with equal need. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to fuck you. Your hand reaches for his dark locks, tugging at them to grind against his face eliciting a quiet laugh from him, his hot breath hitting your cunt in a way that sends shivers from your head to your toes.

“You taste like a whole fucking meal,” He mumbles, returning his tongue to your swollen nub and torturing you a little more. “This pussy is just perfect.”

Staying quiet becomes quite the challenge when you lower your eyes, no longer focusing on the white ceiling, just in time for Sam to pull his pajama and wrap a hand around his throbbing member, smearing the precum that trickled down the tip.

“Sam—” You choke, furrowing your brows when his tongue slides in. Stroking himself quickly, Sam’s hips rock back and forth, seeking his own release while hurrying yours. The heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears mutes the laughs from the kitchen, his family being the least of your problems now.

The flick of his wrist speeds up as he returns his mouth around your clit, stimulating it until you are sure you are touching heaven itself— you are so close to coming, maybe it is from the adrenaline, the high risk of getting caught, or to be fair, Sam’s skilled tongue can be doing the trick.

“I’m gonna come, don’t stop—” He nods at your words, slowing his pleasure to only focus on yours until it happens. Biting your lower lip, your climax hits you like a strong electric wave that lasts longer than you expected. The world spins around you, your mind drowned with the ecstasy and oxytocin that burns in your fingertips.

“That’s it, dolly,” Sam whispers hotly, panting and already sweaty. Standing up, he guides his cock between your slick folds, pushing it and stretching you in a swift motion. “Shh, it’s okay— I’ll just come inside to save us the mess. Be quiet.” He says, thrusting quickly and fast before he grunts and presses his forehead against yours. His eyebrow twitches as his cock mimics it in rapid jerks, shooting his load deep inside you. You hold him, savoring the small intimate moment and humming at the familiar feeling of his cock filling you up.

“You are insane.” You laugh, catching your breath— when you hear footsteps coming from the kitchen.

Sam’s eyes widen and he quickly presses his body flush against yours, holding his breath as his face presses next to yours. Thank fucking God the tree is tall and wide enough and covered in decorations to cover you both. You side-eye him with a terrified expression, if his mother finds you two… you can’t even imagine the embarrassment.

Robin calls your name followed by Sam’s. No answer. She calls again, this time louder. Your heart stops beating for a second or at least it feels like. You two are screwed.

“Leave them alone,” Sam’s grandma yells from the kitchen and you have never been more thankful. “Come back and help me with the turkey.”

Reluctantly, Robin looks around the living room and grabs the TV remote, the forgotten movie you and Sam were watching no longer concealing the noises you two made. She walks away, replying something to her mother you can’t quite catch. Sam exhales, relieved that he dodged the bullet.

“Sorry,” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

But it’s a lie, you know it will happen again.

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lovelybucky1 · 4 months

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Stepbrother!Sam jealous because you have a new boyfriend, because you are not spending time with him anymore, because he is not your best friend and because you are dating his high school bully 😋.

— Anya 🪼

i wrote your ask gay ;0

warnings: gender neutral!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, jealousy, mentions of smoking, college au, mentioned stepcest, don't like don't read, 18+ minors dni

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Before your stupid boyfriend came along, you belonged to Sam. You didn't have anyone else to spend your time with, so you'd hang out with Sam. The two of you would watch movies together, play video games, smoke in his bedroom, and sometimes he'd bring you to parties with him.

You might have been oblivious to your stepbrother's feelings towards you, but to everyone else it was plain to see. Sam Monroe had a huge, embarrassing, shameful crush on his step sibling. To make matters even worse, you were now going out with his bully.

Going to the local college meant seeing many of the same faces from high school. You met Sam's bully at one of the parties Sam forced you to go to, ironically enough. The guy is tall, blonde, and more muscle than brains. Sam can't stand the guy. He's just some pretty-boy douchebag that gets whatever he wants with a flash of those pearly teeth. Sam never expected you were stupid enough to fall for it.

It was bad enough that you were dating the guy who made Sam's high school career a living hell, but the fact that he was the complete opposite of what Sam is made him angry. Of course you'd never go for a guy like Sam when you had a meat-head supermodel vying for your attention.

Sam hated it, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. Even though Sam doesn't get bullied anymore, the guy could still kick his ass if he ever tried to confront him. So for weeks, Sam endured the torture of watching his step-sibling/crush fall head over heels for the worst guy he knows.

Sam reached his breaking point after a long night of hearing bed-rocking and moaning through his bedroom wall. At first, he only heard your moans and he thought you were masturbating. Like the pervert he is, decided to do the same while listening to you. His erection immediately softened when he heard a familiar voice through the wall.

Sam had been getting off to the sound of you getting fucked by his bully. His face burned with shame even though he was alone. His stomach churned with anger. His bones ached with jealousy. That should be him in there, causing those sounds, not that dickhead.

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erosmutt · 28 days

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Write pt 2 to scott and sam RIGHT THIS INSTANT. I have an exam in 2 days and the only thing i can think about is that fic AND I BLAME YOU. brain rot.

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . brothers Scott and Sam x teacher!reader (PART TWO)

𖦹 age gap, dom!teacher!reader, reader has a mida rana complex, sub!scott & sam, anal fingering (m!receiving), orgasm denial, scott refers to reader as 'mama' a few times

𖦹 accompanied by Control ⋆ Puddle Of Mudd

𖦹 i hope your exam goes well bby!

A handful of tutoring sessions with your beloved little boys had gone by. Scott, ever the obedient of the two, was there everyday. Sam, on the other hand, was absent the majority of the time. It was about 5:30 in the evening, and you and Scott were sitting alone in your classroom, as usual. Except this time you weren’t simply tutoring him, no. Scott was bent over one of the desks, babbling as you slowly circled his rim with the tips of your fingers, casually humming while you did so. There was a worksheet based on last night’s assigned reading in front of him, only his name and the date at the top of the page.

“Miss,” Scott whines, grabbing at the desk. “In-inside!”

Per his request, you push your middle finger into him first, drawing a loud whine and a shudder from him. You smile and stroke your other hand up and down his back to soothe him. “Shh, easy, Scotty,”

You knew he hated that nickname - he had confided in you about his mother, about what she does, and how she always calls him Scotty. You couldn’t help yourself. He was always so pathetic when he whined to you, telling you to not call him that. ’It makes me feel gross’ he would tell you. ’Like she’s right here with me’. Every time he would cry into your chest about his horrendous home life, you would just comb your fingers through his curls and murmur sweet nothings to him until he calmed down.

He lets out a soft sob at the nickname, arching his back as your fingers press against his prostate. You were always so gentle with Scott compared to his brother. Scott was a compliant boy, whereas you had to break Sam in. He was so aggravatingly defiant, always challenged authority and made a point to break every goddamned rule that was set. You had no choice but to ‘tame’ Sam.

“‘S too- haa,” you just smile as Scott slurs his words, continuing to massage his prostate. As you do so, the classroom door slams open. You look up and smirk at the flabbergasted look on Sam’s face. When his brother realized what had happened, he tried to explain himself. Alas, it was all for naught - it wouldn’t have made Sam forget this sight. His mouth was agape and his eyes were wide. “Sam!” Scott says, catching his breath.

“Oh, what the fuck?” Sam yells. You smile and make a ‘come here’ motion with your finger.

Not knowing what compelled him to do it, Sam stepped forward to the two of you. His brother’s cheeks were flushed pink, a tiny streak of drool making its way down his chin, dropping onto the paper below him. “Sammy- Sammy,” Sam shudders, gripping the strap of his messenger bag. “Don’t fucking… I don’t know. You sound like a little bitch, man.”

Scott squirms about on the desk, and you pull your fingers out of him. Knowing what to do, Scott opens his mouth with his tongue out like a good boy, and takes your fingers into his mouth. Sam grimaces. “Fuckin’ ew…”

You smile at Sam. “See what happens to your brother? He gets treated well. He’s a good boy.” You look down at him. “Aren’t you Scotty?” The poor boy nods, pulling off your fingers. “A good boy, mama.”

Upon hearing his brother refer to you as ‘mama’, Sam rubs a hand over his face and makes noises of frustration. He was conflicted - the sight of his sexy teacher domming someone was one thing, but it was his brother. But at the same time, his brother was a little bitch, and that made it all the more hot.

“Come here, Sammy.” You coax, your words honeyed. “I want you to watch. Take your brother as an example. Let him teach you.”

Sam hesitantly shuffles closer, setting his bag down onto a desk nearby. “What the hell, dude?” he whispers to himself, sitting back on the same desk he had his bag on. He watches, unable to look away from the scene before him.

Scott turns over, now sitting on the desk, and you press a soft kiss to his cheek, hand wrapping around his shaft. "Let's show Sam what a good boy you can be, Scotty."

He nods, beginning to squirm again as his sensitive cock is stroked. Sam scrunches his nose, his eyes fixed on your hand pleasuring his brother. It's not like he hadn't seen his brother's privates before - and Scott had seen his too. Both results of an unfortunate walk-in on the other's 'alone' time.

“Mama,” Scott murmurs to you as your other hand gently brings Scott’s head down to your chest. He doesn’t move to remove your breasts from the confines of your button up, he just buries his face in them. Sam shifts on the desk, swallowing. He was most definitely envious of his brother’s current position. “Gonna cum,” Scott continues, his hands gripping your biceps. When you abruptly stop stroking him, Scott bucks his hips up, seeking friction. “You can’t!” he whines, lifting his head to look at you. You place your hands on his thighs to keep him steady. “I think we’ve demonstrated enough for Sammy, don’t you think?”

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anakinniesluv · 1 month

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Eyes. Sam Monroe.

Blurb!!! Only 700 words

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The air is thick with tension, but it’s something you’ll never admit. You never have. Not in the past two years that you’ve known Sam Monroe, not now.

When your friend told you that he and a few others decided to become a band, you were ecstatic. You’ve always been aware of Sam’s love for music but the fact that he was forming something special with it was amazing to you. It wasn’t a surprise to you when they started becoming more popular. Once they started doing larger shows, of course you offered to help whenever they needed it.

Maybe it was out of the compassion of your heart, maybe it was because you longed to soak up any time with Sam you could salvage. Not that you’d tell the truth either way.

You’ve become somewhat of an assistant, helping set up and making sure everything was in order, getting drinks, though most of the time you didn’t work and sat backstage with the band, doing god knows what.

But today was different. Sam had asked you something he’d never asked before. It wasn’t much, but it isn’t something you’re used to doing. He’d asked you to do his makeup for him.

“Yeah.. it’ll help me save time,” he’d said awkwardly, no doubt caused by your surprise at the initial question. You know Sam always does it himself, and he’s become quite skilled at it. You don’t know why you agreed.

That leads you to now, basically breathing Sam in as you try to maintain your focus and not smudge his eyeliner too much. He’s surrounding you, his breath mixing with yours and the smell of his cologne invading your senses. You know he’s looking at you. You try not to look back.

You apply the liner with swift motions, ones that always work on yourself and come out flawless. You do your best, but it’s just not working. You can’t manage to get close enough to his eye in this position.

You sigh, pulling away. Sam seems to be snapped back into reality as his eyes follow you upwards, turning from focused to confused.

“I can’t do it from this angle,” you start, “I need to get… closer.”

He seems to take in your words, then think for a moment. A small beat of silence passes as he realizes what closer means.

“Ok.”

He leans back on the seat he’s in, giving you a clear invitation. Sure, you’ve been close to Sam, but sitting on his lap is something entirely different.

It’s okay. You just have to be professional.

You move with hesitance, inching towards him and making an effort to not seem too eager. You place your plush thighs on either side of his hips, trying to ignore both the way his eyes trailed down and the fact that you could be in this position under… other circumstances.

You get back to work. Just focus on the makeup, and then send him off to finish getting ready for the show. That’s all you have to do, you just have to push your lust filled thoughts to the back of your mind. Ignore the way that your chest is almost touching his face, and the way your ass is pressed up against places normal friends don’t touch. You adjust yourself to get a better angle, and the small hiss of air you hear in return sends a wave of excitement down through you. His nails dig into your hips, and the way that it sends sparks through your core is disgustingly erotic.

You feel a flash of confidence from his reaction, and you roll your hips, intentionally this time. It’s enough that it could seem accidental, but as you try to suppress your grin, you don’t even attempt to convince yourself it is.

A strained gasp tumbles from his lips, and his nails dig further into you as his eyes widen. This only lasts for a moment or two before a sly smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He’s caught on to your game now, and he’s always been a player.

As he pushes his hips up and ruts his bulge into you, you have a feeling that the concert may be delayed.

♫⬎

Might edit and/or continue this on tomorrow! Decided to rush this blurb to get the thought out before bed 😋

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ysrjune · 5 days

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omgomg what abt like reader and sam monroe are really good friends and he like has a thing for her in high dchool but she moves away n they run into eachother in the future AND HE LOOKS LIKE ANAKIN NOW.

(shut the fuck up this is so cute but like sad to me. im gonna sob 💔) also im literally listening to 'into you' by ariana grande, so that's why that's the title, ahaha 😈

Into You ✦

Sam had been a really good friend of yours since sophomore year. You didn't hang out with the same people at all, though. Sam hung out with a couple of druggies and ‘freaks’ while you were paired with ‘normal’ people.

You became friends with Sam because you had the same p.e class with him. He was often left alone and in the corner after walking 2 daily laps. Some guys even made fun of him, but Sam would always ignore them. Even your own girlfriends would make fun of him! You always felt bad for that poor boy.

So, one day you left your friends after walking 2 laps and went to the corner that Sam was always at. He didn't notice you at first, but once he did, he looked nervous. Why was a girl going up to him? The worse scenarios were going through his head. Maybe someone dared you to do that thing were you go up to a random kid and ask them out and if they say yes, you laugh and explain it was a dare.

When you finally stood in front of him, he glanced up anxiously and looked back down, waiting for you to just get it over with. “Hi, Sam.” You sweetly greeted with that charming smile of yours. He only nodded his head to your greet.

“Look, I know you're probably scared im gonna say or do something mean, but please trust me when I say I wanna be your friend.” and sat next to him. He was stunned at what you had said. You were so pretty and had a bunch of friends. Why do you wanna be his?

Sam messed with the stud inside his lip, making his labret move from the outside. “Just cause you feel bad doesn't mean you have to be my friend.” He softly spoke. Yeah, that was the big part of it, but you also believed everyone should have a friend.

It's not like Sam was completely friendless, but he was left out in a lot of his classes that his friends weren't in, and you wanted to change that. “Sam, I wanna be your friend because I think there's more to you than what people think.” He finally looked at you but still kept an emotionless expression. “Yeah, okay.”

And from then on, you bothered him every simple day during pe. You made him walk with you, run the miles with you, literally participate im everything in that class. He acted annoyed at first (which really, he loved the attention), but as time went by, he came around.

Sometimes, you'd ditch your friends to go inside the hallways or classrooms to spend lunch with Sam. You two became so close that he let you meet his mom, dad, step-dad, and little brothers.. and boy, did they love you.

The point has been made. You're close friends. Junior year was the year his biological dad died, but you helped him through it all. Especially with his drug problem. Since the last week of sophomore year, he's had a crush on you. At first, he tried to brush it off, telling himself that it's never gonna happen and to just keep you as a friend. You were the only one who genuinely cared anyway.

Sam had dated some girl named Alyssa for a while, which you hated. She was such a dirty hoe.. there were rumors that she kissed Sam's dad and that she told Josh to lie about never having sex with her, but come on, no one really believes that.

You tried to be happy for Sam, and you were for a little bit until Alyssa had a cow over you being too close with Sam. As a girl who's experienced the same, you understood and stopped talking to him for a while. Only giving him smiles and waves when you'd see him around.

What you didn't know is that when you stopped talking to him, he was really mad at Alyssa. “Alyssa, I love you, but you have to understand that she's the only one who really cared for me before you. I can't just stop talking to her like that. If I never met her, I'd probably would have already been dead because of how fucked up on drugs I was.” But she clearly didn't care.

She was so damn jealous that she wasn't the one who helped him through all that. Not only was she mad over that, but she was upset that you were prettier. Inside and out. She was so toxic with Sam, and everyone knew. His friends told him to just break up with her, but he didn’t want to. That poor boy was too scared.

At the end of 11th grade, he finally broke up with her, though, even though it was quick. All he said was that he was unhappy, and she used him for attention and that it was over. She didn't get a say in it because he walked away right after. And who did he immediately go to? You. He craved you so bad.

You had a boyfriend now, and he was so pissed. That should have been him. He was just too scared to say anything. Always seeing you hugging and kissing all over him was gut-wrenching. That whole breakup was right when the bell rang after school, so he planned to go to his house to freshen up and talk to you.

He knocked on the door around 6 in the afternoon just in case you were eating dinner at 4-5. Your mom opened the door, greeting him with a big hug since she hasnt seen him in so long. Let's just say things were awkward at first between you two at first, but after explaining everything, it was fine.

You gushed to him about Jesus, your boyfriend. Talking about how sweet and handsome he is.. Sam acted happy for your sake, but ooh, he was so jealous.

Stuff went back to normal, and you two became close again really quick. Sam met Jesus, and it went pretty well. Even if Sam was jealous/mad, he saw that Jesus really liked you and seemed like a good guy. What relieved him even more was that Jesus didn't mind your friendship.

“Oh, yeah. I had a homie who was on drugs and stuff. He didn't have anyone to help him out like that, so it's chill that you helped him out like that. I'd never get mad over him wanting to hang out, you know?” Your boyfriend explained one time when he was over.

You lasted with Jesus for a couple of months until the last few weeks of school because you were going to an out of state college. Sam didn't know that was the reason, though. He just saw it as a chance to finally confess. You two were sitting in an empty classroom together at lunch.

“Sam, we need to talk.” You speak softly. “We are talking.” He replies, eating a chip. “No, like. I have something serious to tell you.” His heart dropped. Were you gonna drop him? Did he do something wrong?

“What is it..” You friend replies with an anxious look plastered on his face. “I'm moving after graduation. Like, to an out of state college.” One part of Sam was happy, and the other was devastated. He finally got you back, and now you're leaving?

“Oh, um,” He looked to the floor. “That's great. Uh—not in the sense that, like, I want you to leave, but, you know. It's great that you have this opportunity.” He tried his best not to cry but failed. You two spent the whole time crying to each other, saying how much you'll miss each other.

But you'll keep in touch.. right?

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You and Sam were bawling by the end of it. He was probably even sadder because it's not like he can tell you he likes.. no. Loves you, because what's the point?

He went along with you to the air port, saying goodbye. Hugging you hard and placing a kiss on your head. “Have a good time, okay? Have fun.” Sam says, eyes all red and droopy.

You nod, kissing his cheek and leaving a faint mark. Before he knew it, you were on that plane and gone. You swore that you were gonna call and visit for the holidays, but guess what! You didn't.

Spring break? No. Thanksgiving? Christmas? His birthday? Nope. He tried calling one time, but the number was out of service. That was the last straw. He was so mad at you.

He got over it after a year or so, too. He pushed himself to be more social and actually go out. His appearance changed, too. No more eyeliner or dressing in dark clothing. He even dyed his hair brown.

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He kinda forgot about you since even after your four years at college were up, you stayed. You forgot about him too. Your new friends kept you busy all the time, along with your job.

Your look didn't change as drastically as Sam's. Your style of clothing changed a little, and so did your attitude. Back then, you were such a goody two shoes. Now, you go out amd party and break the rules more often. Nothing totally illegal, but you get it.

You still talked to your parents every night. They asked so many times to come visit you because they're getting old (a little dramatic, but it was still true) so you finally said yes after 6 years of not seeing them.

Your cousin had picked you up from the airport, thrilled to see you. She was chatting it up and telling you about everything that has been going on since you left. Then it hit you. Sam Monroe, that emo boy you loved so much probably still lived here. Your cousin knew him back then, too, so maybe she knows what hes been up to.

“Oh, girl. He's like, a totally different person. Dyed his hair, became more talkative.. like, literally. A bunch of girls from high school like him cause they realized how handsome he is, I guess.” She keeps babbling on about him to you. He changed a lot, it seems. But there was no way you were gonna try and go look for him. You knew he was more than likely mad at you for not calling and visiting.

Your parents had invited a bunch of people over for a welcome home party. They were all in the backyard, though. So, you had time to get ready. Sam was left in your mind while you showered and got ready. How different could he really look?

After you get ready, you make your way to the backyard, greeting aunts and uncles, cousins, and family friends, but most importantly, your parents. You were smothered by your mom's kisses and practically crushed by your dads hugs. They missed their little girl.

You drank with your cousins and played party games while the older adults watched and laughed at you, losing almost every round, causing you to face the penalty and take a shot.

By the end of the night, you were so drunk. No memory of what happened that night when you woke up in the morning. Confused in your old room, you groan and whine. A headache was bothering you, and you felt super weak, but you remembered that your dad wanted you to go to the hardware store with him to pick up a few tools.

You knew he would offer to just let you stay and rest, but you haven't seen him in so long and wanted to spend as much time with him as you could. With another groan, you force yourself to get up and shower. You didn't even bother to put on makeup or do your hair.. not even to wear a cute outfit.

Sweats with a baggy t-shirt and a pair of slippers was your choice. Your mom gave you something quick to eat before leaving with dad. The store was close by, so the ride there wasn't too long. Dad asked about everything you did over where you live.

Ex boyfriends, the classes you took, and a lot of other things were talked about, even when you got off the car and entered the store. You talked his ear off while he was looking through the aisles. One thing about dad was that he's never at the hardware store just for what he actually needs.

Normally, he'd tell you to shut up with all your talking because, well.. you're a chatterbox. but this was an exception since he hasn't seen you for a long time. Half an hour passed by before he asked you to go get something for him in aisle 12.

You looked and looked around that aisle for what seemed like forever trying to find a specific tool dad asked for. A groan escapes your throat, and before you know it, you are asked a question by a worker.

“Need any help, ma’am?” His voice was soft and calm. You turned around to see a very tall, muscular man with tanned skin, brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was very handsome. So handsome that he left you speechless, and it was sort of weirding him out.

“Ma’am.” He repeated himself, looking slightly uncomfortable. You knock out of your trance and visibly cringed at yourself. “Sorry, um. Yes, I need help.” You respond with a nervous tone. “Yeah? Okay, what do we need?”

“A shovel.” You reply, trying to avoid eye contact. The man laughed a little, shaking his head. “Well, this definitely isn't the aisle where you'll be finding those.” Great, now you look stupid. Did dad send you to the wrong one on accident? Who knows. You just felt really stupid.

“Come on, n/n, I'll show you.” He says and starts walking away. It took you a couple of seconds to realize that he had just called you your nickname. What the fuck? How does he know that? Wait.

No, there's no way. This guy looks nothing like the one you had in mind. “Here ya are.” He interrupts your thoughts. “Oh, thank you,” You squint to look at his name tag. It was him. “Sam.”

“Did it really take you that long to realize?” He snickered and set his hands on his hips. “But I guess I can't blame you, though, huh? I look nothing like I did when you left.” Of course, he had to add that last part. Now you were sure he was pissed about what happened.

“Yeah..” was all you replied while literally checking him out. he didn't mind it. He knew he was handsome. His confidence grew a lot while you were away. “So, anyway. I'd recommend this one.” He quickly changed the topic.

—

He talked to you for a little while in that same spot. About why you left and why you didn't call back—but he was so mature about it. He wasn't angry or sad.. he was just asking like if it was normal. He even walked you back to where your dad was at, and said hi.

It made you smile to hear him ask for your new number. “Just so you know, I'm taking you out tonight, and you can't say no. Pick you up at 8.” He smiles at you. You shake your head and smile again. “Okay, see you then.”

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errrm part 2 when 🤔

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katiapostsss · 2 months

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DRABBLE:

hate sex with anakin skywalker.

AGH FIRST SMUT FIC IM NERVOUSS

warnings!: piv sex, usage of the word 'slut', degradation, swearing. dead dove don't eat!! (ive never written smut before so sorry in advance for any other warnings i might've left out.)

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"fuck— you."

anakin was a drug you could not stop going back to. he found ways to intoxicate you even in sleep, even in waking. he'd haunt you in your damned grave. and you got off on telling him you hated him. you made it a known fact, even as he pounded into you with relentless speed and knowing eyes. you couldn't get enough of that drug. he knew it.

"if you wanted to switch, you could've just asked earlier." that smug grin. with his dick drawing and pushing back into your needy cunt, you couldn't think about much at all. after all, he was the reason your back was arching into him more. he was the reason sweat rose and prickled across the plains of your skin, the reason sounds you'd never even known existed before left your throat so fast and loudly. his dick sheathed itself inside you again and again, each thrust eliciting more and more of that feeling. the feeling within you you knew only he could bring forth. "y'know, when you initiated."

"i— fuck— fucking hate you—" you gritted out, and felt a dark chuckle vibrate against your chest. your eyes were screwed shut and still you could imagine the look on his face. when you finally opened them, you found his own gaze was on yours. you mewled, twisting, back arching and head throwing back to break the stare. it was so hard to think about hating anakin then.

"as you've told me before." his eyes fled to that contact. to his dick in your cunt, to your wetness dampening the sheets and coating him. all of him. you could do nothing but lay there and dig your nails into his back, into his hair, his tip hitting that special spot within you over and over and his abdomen slamming against your pelvic bone in almost a pleasurable, painful way with each thrust. "but you do seem to like my cock, huh? filling you up so nicely. look at your beautiful little cunt, taking me so well. like it was waiting for me. did it fucking miss me?" his eyes were on yours again. then to your tits, jerking upwards every time he drove into you. your face screwed in desire and tears were wetting your lash line. his fingernails dug so lovely into your hips. you couldn't bear it. "answer me, slut. you don't want me to stop, right?" you bristled.

"yes— mhm!" your voice threw out. anakin's eyes met yours again. and he smiled so beautifully you felt your toes curl. you felt your nipples harden. you felt yourself dancing across that lovely edge, felt his hard cock retreat and bury back within you. "mi— missed you soo much," you drawled, and still, that grin. it grew wider, even. you didn't have time to hate him. you couldn't give into that feeling too soon, or it'd feed his pride. so you threw your head back again, and it was only pulled back to face him once more. his hand on your chin.

"that's what i fuckin' thought. look at me while i'm fucking you." your knees weakened, a heat filling your core so abruptly you moaned out into the sex-tinted air. the sound of your squelching pussy filled your ears. "such a fuckin' brat. thinking you can act like you hate me when you know damn well it's my cock you get drunk off of." his eyes darkened over. your chest pushed into his when your back involuntarily arched. "it's my cock you go home too, huh? my cock you wait for." your pussy clenched against said cock, face twisting in pure agony as your climax awaited at the end of the tunnel. you were so close.

"please, ani!" you mewled, dragging your nails down his back, fat tears trailing your cheeks. you looked like a fucking mess. a mess that made him almost tip over. his thumb pressed into your lips and you obligingly opened your mouth, desperate. his other hand reached down and you felt his fingers on your clit, eliciting a borderline-scream from you. one second more and that same finger was in your mouth. he retracted his thumb and patted your cheek, silently ordering it closed. you did so, lips circling over his fingers and sucking off your own wetness. the bitterness of what he was doing to you.

"good girls keep their fucking mouths shut."

uh so yea

im ovulating so what can i say? 😁

anyways, i hope you liked it cause it's my first time writing smut and i'm obviously not that experienced in it— requests are always open! have a lovely day! ❤️

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geckoomoria · 3 days

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♥︎boyfriend Sam monroe head-canons !!

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Bf sam! sprays u with a hose when watering the garden ( he got his ass beat with flowers dw)

Bf sam! who opens doors for u but slaps ur ass as u walk through

Bf sam! who tries his hardest to stop every bad habit he has just to have a future with u

Bf sam! who stays awake at night , terrified that you’ll find someone better and leave him

Bf sam! who only ends makeout sessions when ur gasping for air

Bf sam! who’s favourite thing to do is laugh uncontrollably with u since ur basically his best friend

Bf sam! who says he hates it when u do girly makeup on him but secretly loves it

Bf sam! who thinks its the funniest thing ever when he pops his fingers into ur mouth when u yawn or up ur nostrils

Bf sam! claims he hates gossip but when ur on the phone with ur friend , his ear is RIGHT NEXT the other side of the phone

Bf sam! who randomly hugs u from behind the waist and kisses your head

Bf sam! who’s corny ass says “make me” when u tell him to “shut the fuck up”

Bf sam! who acts all big man most of the time but when u straddle him and give him hickeys, he’s at a loss for words

Bf sam! who 100% loves being sarcastic and fake mean with his partner.

Reader: “We should go to that new cafe down the street” , Sam: “be seen in public with you? id rather die bitch” , Reader: “this is why my secret boyfriend is better than you” , Sam: “u little whore.”

the way this is all based off my ideal relationship with a man.

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maevesversion · 1 month

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Birthday Gift

Sam Monroe x Fem!Reader

A/N: This was inspired by this post! I recommend checking out their user! NOT PROOFREAD

it was your eighteenth birthday and you had invited your boyfriend sam to your small birthday party.

your family and friends gathered around the dining table, you were pretty excited to say the least. your car had been stolen a few months back and you had been wanting a new car for your birthday.

sam watched as you opened your presents with enthusiasm, your smile was everything to him, though the your mouth around him was even better.

“open mine doll.” sam smirked, placing his hand on your shoulder. you knew his smirk never meant anything good.

“where is yours?” you asked cautiously, you never knew with sam, one moment he could be an angel, the next he’s the embodiment of satan.

sam handed you his small brown bag proudly, it was almost as him he was giving you a prized possession.

you looked up at him meekly. you slowly took out the white tissue paper, spotting a bracelet & necklace at the bottom.

“what is this?” you ask, picking up the necklace with a tiny jar full of an unknown red substance.

“my blood.” sam grinning ear to ear, earning a surprised gasp.

“sam!” you shrieked, throwing the necklace at him.

“baby you didn’t even get to my cum bracelet!” sam whined.

★dividercredits- @chachachannah & @plutism

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adorbzliz · 2 months

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𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Pairing: Emo!Anakin x Reader

(enemies to friends to lovers)

PART 1

✧˖° A/N: this will include y/n (i’m new to tumblr and never see people referring to a y/n but idk i came from Wattpad 😭), this is basically just Sam Monroe with Anakin’s clinginess and and backstory (modern), this is my first fanfic so pls excuse me if it’s horrible 🙏😓

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𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒’𝗌 “𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉”, 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

“Y/N!”

She hears her mother call, groaning as she trips over her feet while slipping on some pj shorts.

“Comingggg!” She yells back, grabbing her phone and earbuds before tumbling down the stairs messily.

She grabs her bag she packed the night before-probably the only part of the trip she had panned ahead-as her earbuds and phone hang off of her arms uncomfortably.

her mom clears her throat with a glare, motioning to a woman sitting nearby with a gentle smile. Y/n assumes this was the friend her mother had told her about, so she try’s not to spill everything out of her arms as she clumsily introduces herself.

“Hello i’m-“ The woman cuts her off calmly. “i know who you are, dear. your mother has told me many great things about you.” The woman nods her head. Y/n, feeling silly in the kind woman’s presence, smiled back. “Right, sorry.” Y/n stuttered out.

“You’re Shmi, correct?” She asked, trying to rekindle the conversation. “Yes, mother of Anakin.” She introduced. Anakin? She didn’t hear anything about an Anakin. She dosen’t have to energy or confidence to mention it as she just politely greets Shmi, exchanging more kind words before she stumbles out the door.

Y/n gets to the car, blasting her music as she pops open the trunk while moving her hips to the music. She throws her things in, grabbing a energy drink and blanket out of her bag for the trip.

She walks over to the back door, swinging it open only to be met with a blue haired boy. They both looked a bit surprised to see each other, y/n more than the mystery man.

“Who are you??”

They both ask in sync, their tone of voice annoyed and confused. “Wait.. are you Y/n?” The boy asked, looking her up and down.

“Yeah? What about it?” She asked catiously, trying to sound intimidating. The boy just laughs, slipping on his headphones before shutting the door in her face. Rude much?!

She then realized that the boy was most likely Anakin, annoyed she’d have to sit in the car with him for seven hours on top of sharing a room with him for two weeks. Oh god, she won’t make it.

✧˖° sorry this was short! i have like 3 other drafts so if this gets decent attention ill start updating it regularly. i have a lot of cute but angsty stuff planned for this series if i continue so lmk if you’d like me to continue!

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hanasnx · 30 days

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MINORS DNI 18+

SAM MONROE is so excited to have a real girl in his room. A girl that he not only has a hopeless crush on, but one that’s too cool to hang out with him. Yet here you are, messing with his trinkets on his shelves and asking him about the video games he likes to play stacked on top of his console. You’re too hot to be here, you’re too hot to be talking to him, but you’re smiling and you’re interested. It makes him sweat, stuttering his way through conversation like a newborn fawn walking for the first time. When you flirt with him, he’s so nervous it goes right over his head. In your eyes you’re being so obvious it makes you look desperate, frustratingly enough. You’re taking your hoodie off so you’re in just your tank-top and push-up bra; you’re wearing the tiniest sporty shorts you could find, pulled up so the undersides of your ass peek out; you even cuddle up to him on his bed so he can smell the perfume you’re wearing. It comes to its most extreme when you straddle him, forcing him to look at you with your hand on his chin. You gaze into those blue eyes lined in black eye make-up and moisten your lips watching his plump out. Making out with Sam Monroe you’d think he’d be just as tentative as always, but he grabs you with those long fingers clamping your waist. He wastes no time in heating up the kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth like he’ll die if he won’t. There’s no nuance, no patience. Instead, he’s gripping you and tugging you back and forth over his crotch, leaning over you as your back arches from the pressure. You can feel him harden instantly, like he was at the ready this whole time, and now that you’ve given him an in there’s no turning back.

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fuckmyskywalker · 2 months

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18+. DDDNE. Noncon. Bullying. Physical abuse.

This is for Nai because she said forced submission... but she didn't specified ;)

Sam Monroe who is tired of being bullied by you and just snaps. Pushing you against the door of the janitor's closet you locked him in and yanks your hair, his grip is tight and filled with hatred, his rings scrape your scalp and you can't even move in response. Your body paralyzes, not even an ounce of adrenaline is produced— just fear. He is staring at you with fire in his eyes; the eyes of the boy who has gone mad.

Your throat is dry, but not for long. His tongue finds its way inside your mouth, taking your will and your autonomy just like you have done to him since elementary school, following him all the way to college, continuing with the torment. Sam lets go of your hair to wrap his sweaty hand around your neck, squeezing hard enough to cut your air flow. You choke against his lips but he doesn't care; you never cared, why would he have to? "This is the last time I listen to you," He whispers. Your vision starts to go blurry, everything around him spins and your head is floating. This can't be the way you die. "Now it's your turn to cry."

The floor receives you gladly after Sam pulls you, shoving you down onto the floor. Your head hits a bucket causing you to whimper in pain but he doesn't stop. Nothing will stop him now. It doesn't matter how much you cry and beg— Sam has earned every tear and sob. Your hands desperately try to hold onto something but to not avail. Sam is quicker, surprisingly so.

"Nuh-uh. Stay fucking still," He threatens you, landing a harsh blow on your cheek. The weight of his palm stops you from fighting back. The consequences of years and years of entitlement and abuse finally dawning upon you. Sam looked at you with a wicked smirk, exhaling heavily. Everything about him screamed danger, everything about him was strangely alluring and terrifying at the same time. "I heard you fucked the whole football team... then I guess you wouldn't mind another dick inside you."

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lovelybucky1 · 5 months

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anyways thots and drabbles are OPEN for dad!anakin/stepdad!anakin and stepbrother!sam monroe!!! the grosser the better 🫶🫶 we need more of this on here

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erosmutt · 1 month

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ⵌ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ! ⨾ ꜱᴀᴍ ᴍᴏɴʀᴏᴇ

𖦹 milf!reader, fingering, infidelity, reader has a 'boys will be boys' mentality yikes, mention of alyssa and her mom, overall mid smut, there's more plot than porn tbh, 1K words

Both you and Colleen Beck were attractive older women with daughters Sam's age (who he had undoubtedly fooled around with), both carried yourselves with class, both were unique in your own way.

He absolutely adored that you two were good friends with his mother. Every Saturday afternoon, the three of you would get together at the country club and have wine and gossip while your husbands went to golf.

Like now.

Sam was sitting at a table with Alyssa and your daughter, Naomi. The two girls were fawning over some guy he didn’t care about, giggling like the school girls they were. But Sam’s eyes were fixed on you and Colleen. Especially you. You swirled the glass of white wine in your hand, watching as your husband, John, knocks the ball into the hole, the other two men complimenting him.

It wasn’t until Alyssa yelled his name that he snapped out of it and looked at the two girls to his left. “Naomi and I were wondering if you wanted to sleep over?”

A sleepover. A sleepover at Naomi’s house - your house. He would get to see you in your natural element. He wouldn’t see you all dressed up to play the trophy wife, he would see you! He just shrugs at the two. “Sure, guess so.” He mutters, putting on his headphones.

Of course, he had to act nonchalant, but he was internally cheesing. He didn't know why he was getting so excited - it's not like anything could happen. All he could do was fantasize about you.

He was sorely mistaken.

Someway, somehow, he had you exactly where he wanted you - in a compromising position. He had told you that he wanted to stay in a room of his own, not stay in Naomi’s room with her and Alyssa. Granting his wish, you were currently fixing up the guest room for him.

"I'm sorry Sammy," you begin, bent over as you tuck the corner of the fitted sheet underneath the mattress. There was a basket of fresh linen at the foot of the bed. “I never got around to making up the guest room,” you stand straight and look at him with a warm smile. “But now I have a reason to!”

Sam nods, rubbing his arms, shifting his weight back and forth. “Yeah, thanks.” you go back to talking about something or other. Your husband, more than likely. Every time you talked about John, Sam tuned you out. He didn’t have anything against John, didn’t have any reason to have anything against him, he was a nice man and a good dad to Naomi. Sam was just… jealous.

“I understand you not wanting to stay with Nomi and Lyssa, you don’t have much in common with them, do you?” you smooth out the sheet, then continue to make the bed. “Maybe you three’ll become good friends in the future, hm?”

“Yeah, maybe,”

“Maybe you’ll end up like your mother and Colleen and I.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Have kids, and they’ll be friends.”

“Kids, yeah.”

You turn to look at him, getting the feeling that he was less than excited about your little hypothetical. With a pout, you walk up to him and place your hands on his shoulders, squeezing gently. “Sammy, what’s wrong, hm? You alright?” He nods. “I’m fine. Just uh…” his eyes find your cleavage. “Uhh…”

“‘Just uh’ what?” You smile. His eyes go half-lidded. Fuck.

Sam looks up at you, meeting your eyes. “Sorry.” he murmurs, earning him another gentle shoulder squeeze. “It’s alright Sammy, you’re just a boy, you can’t help it.” He blinks at you in mild shock. You didn’t mind him ogling you? He nods. “Just a boy, yeah.”

“Here, let me finish up, okay?” You gently pinch his cheek, then go back to what you were doing - making the bed. He watched as you snugly tucked the sheet, humming softly to yourself. Sam’s fingers twitched, itching to touch you. He looks over into the hallway as he hears giggles come from the girls’ room. Then his mind began to race. If you truly didn’t mind him ogling you, then you wouldn’t mind him touching you, right?

With newfound confidence (and stupidity too), adrenaline courses through Sam’s veins as he reaches forward. He cups your pussy from behind, making you gasp, your hands tangling into the sheets, bunching up the linen you just spent so much time smoothing out.

“Sammy,”

“Hush, just let me do this,” he murmurs as he rubs his fingers up and down your clothed slit, the tight leggings you had on making it all the more easier for him to get a feel for you.

He switches hands; his left slides up your back, coaxing you to lay your upper body down onto the bed. His right tugs your leggings and panties down, until he’s able to comfortably position his hand.

"Sammy, please,"

"I said, hush." His fingers slip up and down your pussy as if getting a feel for it, until he finally prods against your hole, then pushes his fingers in.

You give him a low whine, arching your back. He works his fingers into you, gradually getting them stickier and stickier. He glances up to the door, making sure no one was coming past. Then again if they did come by and see, it’s not like he could stop them.

“We’ve gotta be quick, c’mon.” he was past the point of wanting to pleasure you, he just wanted to make you cum before your husband came by. His hand moves quicker, veins in his wrist protruding and hand beginning to cramp. “Just… cum already,”

Sam reaches forward with his other hand to cover your mouth. “You’re so loud, calm down.” He whispers, glancing up at the door again. You shut your eyes, squirming about. You really weren’t getting any sexual gratification from this because he was in such a hurry that he didn’t care to even get you off properly, but you would take it.

After a faked orgasm, you fix yourself up and give Sam a polite smile. “Thank you Sammy.” You press a kiss to his cheek. “Get some sleep, ‘kay?” With that, you leave, closing the door behind yourself.

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myheadhurtscutely · 3 months

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please send in request for blurbs, fics, just ideas. ANYTHING PLEASE. i’m starving..

anything hayden related

- <3

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ysrjune · 28 days

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Tell Me What You Want

pairing - scott monroe, sam monroe 🍒

summary - sam and scott are twins, both have a crush on you.

The day started with you waking up at 9am on weekend. Its summer, your favorite time of year because your parents always go for a vacation the whole 3 months, leaving you all alone since you're old enough to take care of yourself.. kinda. Your older brother is there, too, but most of the time he's hanging out with Sam Monroe. You lay in your bed for a while more, thinking about anything you want to do today. Maybe visit the old woman next door to help her out? Go shopping? Walk around? You thought of so many possible things except for visiting Scott, your next door neighbor. You two have been friends for so long, but you still get shy about knocking on the Monroe's door even though they made it very sure that they're there for you to come to anytime. You think about it for a while before making up your mind and bring yourself to do it.

Now that you've made up your mind, you decide to make yourself some breakfast. Going down the stairs, you're greeted by your annoying big brother. “You're up early,” He says while eating a piece of toast with nutella spread over it. “I'm always up this early. You're just never here to witness it cause you're always free-loading at Sam's house.” You replied on your way to the kitchen which he so happened to follow you to. “It's not free-loading if his parents dont mind me over.” He shrugged, taking another bite of his toast. “Plus, I'm not always there. Sometimes I bring Sam over instead.”

“Yeah, and he's the only person you bring over. Could consider him as your little boyfriend or something.” You insulted him while giggling and opening the fridge to get the orange juice. “Oh, you wanna talk about boyfriends? How about Scott, he has like a huge crush on you, and you definitely like him back. ‘S not hard to notice all that tension going on between you two.” He shot right back, making a fair point..

You closed the fridge door, blushing and walked over to one of the cabinets that hold the cups. “I don't know what you're talking about, Chris.” You replied to your brother who laughed and left right after, leaving you alone to go to his room. Of course you really knew what he was talking about. Scott himself confessed his feelings to you a while back and seemed pretty chill when you told him you weren't ready for a relationship. “Well, as long as we can still be friends, I'm okay with that.” He told you softly with a little smirk tugging his lip. Oh, that smirk of his. It was so cute. Let's be real, you liked him back, but the real reason you held yourself back is because you kinda liked Sam, too, even though he didn't talk to you much. When he did talk to you, he was pretty nice. Usually calling you by the nickname “princess.” Jeez he made you so wet with just that. Scott had his own name, too. It was “Angel.” That one made you feel things too.

Let's not even talk about the time you made out with Scott once and he said “You're so pretty, Angel.” Against your lips before going in for another kiss. He would wonder why you even made out with him that night and then say you don't wanna date him. It hurt his feelings. He felt a little used, but it was kinda his fault for starting the whole moment. Either way—you two stayed friends and that's what mattered to him.

You had waffles with orange juice for your breakfast. After you finished, you went back into your room and decided to take a shower before getting yourself all pretty. Sure, you basically rejected Scott, but you still wanted to look pretty for him. It was weird but you didn't think much of it. An hour passed by while you showered, and once you were finished and opened the curtain there was a bunch of steam around the bathroom and covering your mirror. Oops.

You put on a cute outfit, do your hair, skin care, and however much makeup you thought was appropriate for today. It was 12 by the time you finished, so you headed next door, knocking on the door. Sam answered it since he thought it was Chris, but it was you. God, Sam looked so good right now. He was hot with his eyeliner, sure, but seeing him without it was probably even better. His pretty blue eyes were more noticeable without the eye makeup taking away the attention. His messy, dyed hair was so cute and the way his pjs clung onto his hips was so.. ohmy

“Hey, princess. What're you doin’ here so early? Thought you were Chris.” He speaks to you. “Um, I came to visit Scott.” You answer him after checking him out for a split second. Sam chuckled at that. “What about me? Not even gonna say hi?” He complained playfully. “Hi, Sammy.” You reply with a chuckle and a friendly hug which he returns.

“Hi,” He gave a half smile and let you come in. “Scotty’s in his room. Caught him at a good time, too. He just finished cleaning his room and showering.” He says while leading you upstairs to his brother. You smile at what Sam said and continue the conversation until you reach Scott’s door. “See you later, Sammy.” You tell him and open the door. Sam nods his head and stays there until you close the door after you disappeared into it.

“Lucky bastard.” He mumbled, getting a little jealous that you chose Scott over him. But that's his own fault. It's not like he talks to you enough to really hangout.

Scott looked over to you after you entered. “What’re you doing here?” He asked with a small smile tugging at his lips. No nickname? What the fuck? You thought. It'd be too good a day if you had that interaction with Sam and Scott calling you by “Angel” not even 5 seconds into seeing him. “Was bored. Wanted to see you today.” You explain, walking over to his nicely done bed and sitting on it. “Aw, Angel. That's sweet. Missed me?” Nevermind, there's that nickname! Hallelujah!

“You can put it that way, I guess.” You rolled your eyes playfully and he swoops in for a tight hug. You didn't stop him, though. His hugs were always so comforting. “Missed you too.” It made sense since you went to different schools. “So what do you wanna do?” He asked, letting you go. “Wanna go for a walk?” You suggest. He agreed and yay! you guys went. You walked the neighborhood at first, laughing and telling each other about stuff going on at school, but then you wandered off and started walking around other neighborhoods as well.

Returning to his house around 2, you both went back to his room where your conversations continued. “Yeah, and so she's pregnant now and he wants nothing to do with her, I guess.” Scott shrugged, telling you about one of his bestfriends’ scandalous life. “And that's all you have to say?! ‘I guess’” You mocked his tone. “Well, it sucks, but, like, s’not my problem..” He responded, picking at his fingers.

“So if I wind up p-”“That's different.” He cut you off, quickly. He seemed a little mad, too. “That's my best friend's girlfriend. I don't talk to her. You're my best friend who lives next door and who I've known for years. If some guy knocked you up and tried to leave you, I'd kick his ass.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

Him cutting you off to say all that was real sweet but kinda intimidating since his whole demeanor changed so quickly. “Oh, okay..” you replied, not knowing what else to say. It stayed quiet for a few minutes before Sam opened the door. “Dad wants everyone outside, he's making barbecue.” He said and left right away like he always did. You looked over to Scott. He still looked really mad. Why, though? You thought. It was just a dumb question. But you didn't wanna bother him, you already knew how he got when you tried to talk to him while he's mad.

When you closed the door behind you, he groaned and rubbed his eyes. The thought of you with someone else really set him off. So, you can probably imagine how mad he is now that you put the thought of you getting pregnant by some loser in his head.While he was in his room, Sam, Chris, Mr. & Mrs. Monroe kept you company. Robin, Sam's mom was distracting you while the 3 other boys talked about whatever. Suddenly, Scott came down, still looking a little mad but not as bad as earlier. He joined in on the conversation with you and his mom, occasionally switching to the other guys.

An hour and a half passed by, and the food was done. Everyone chatted with each other. Sam even spoke to you a couple of times! Poor you, fantasizing about him when he wouldn't speak to you. Your eyes were on his fingers for a few seconds, and were cautious to not stare for so long because you did not need anyone noticing that. Scott finally came around and had a conversation with you about random things Everyone finished eating, so the twins’ parents cleaned up and sent everyone off to inside the house. Sam and your brother go to his room, you and Scott go to his. He closed the door behind you two and sighed. “Angel, ‘m sorry about earlier.” He started off softly while you lay on his bed, listening. “Just got a little mad.. and kinda jealous, I guess.” Ugh, there was that thing he always says that always bothered you. “I guess” make up your mind! but you stayed quiet.

“Look, I understand that we're just friends, but you have to understand I still have feelings for you. And when you put stuff like that into my head—like, about getting pregnant by some guy and then he leaves you, it just pisses me off.” He explained how he felt earlier while walking towards you to sit next to you. “You just.. you don't deserve that, Angel. You deserve a guy that'll never ever do you like that.” He sighed.Him explaining this to you made you feel warm inside. Wow. This guy really does like you. He's so sweet.. and you rejected him?! girl! you're so stupid!You hold his hand, looking at his pretty face. “Scotty, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd take it so seriously. Won't do it again, I promise.” He looked at you, with those cute doe eyes of his. “Thanks,” He mumbled, looking at your conjoined hands.

“You're really sweet, Scott. Seriously.” You continue, standing up and settling yourself to stand in between his legs. This action makes him look down to his legs that separated when you stood between them—and to be completely honest, it kinda turned him on. “Oh—um..” He blushed, settling his hands down on the sheets, not knowing what to do with them since he didn't wanna make you uncomfortable. “It's nothing if you really think about it..” He looked away. You did something real bold. You grabbed his face, making him face you. This made him blush even worse.. and harder.“Scott, seriously. Not many guys would say that.” You replied to his shy demeanor, coming closer to his face. This made him a little nervous. Scared, even. He was thinking that you were just teasing him.“Angel, stop.. let me go if you're not gonna do anything else. Don't get my hopes up.” He swallowed. This makes you smirk, now knowing how much power you really have over him. How weak in the knees you make him. “Anything else? Like what?”

“Y/n.”

You chuckle at his state of nervousness. “No, I'm not playin’ with you, pretty.” You say and lean in more to kiss his neck softly. Scott jolted a little at this, but didnt stop you. “Fuck, angel..” He mumbled with his hand sliding up your back. You sucked on his smooth neck, making sure to leave a dark hickey. Well, you ended up leaving a couple before moving to his lips and making out with him. Just like last time.

His hand moved down to your ass, pushing you on top of him. He took control of the kiss, making you really wet. He made it slow and sensual.. really passionate and romantic. Letting out a couple of soft moans while kissing you which turned you on. You never heard him make any noise before. Not even the last time you made out. He was so hard by now. He was so horny.

So bad that he started rubbing his bulge up into you. It made your pussy throb. Jeez, you never imagined how hot Scott is when he's horny.. He had to break the kiss a couple times just to let out those pretty moans. He even whimpered. Just once, but it was so hot. Most of the noises he made were moans and groans.

To tease him, you rolled your hips deliciously onto him, earning another moan. “Angel, stop.. My door isn't locked. What someone walks in..” He softly whined.“No one's gonna walk in.” You told him, hoping he'd believe you. “Please, baby..” oh. my. god. that really sets you off. your pussy was even wetter now that he was practically begging for you to stop. but you didn't want to, so you stayed quiet. He seemed to forget all about the open door when you didn't respond for the next couple of minutes.

“Fuck, angel. Keep doin’ that and i'm gonna cum in my boxers..” he said in that whiny tone of his. It sounded even better when he was close. He knew he was hopelessly in love with you when you stopped to tease him.

“Gotta jerk yourself off to cum, then, I guess.” You tell him, and he groans. That somehow was really attractive to him. He didnt even know he was into orgasm denial. You got off of him and kissed his cheek.

“Where are you going?” He asked, still sounding super whiny. You look at his boner that showed through his jeans, then back up to his eyes. “Home,” You replied like you had just done nothing. “Wh—??” He didnt even finish the whole word because he was so confused. And with that, you left for your house.

When his door closed, he lay on his elbows and threw his head back, groaning. He still wanted to cum so bad.. so he got up from his position to lock his door and close the blinds on his window, along with the light. He went to his bathroom to brush his teeth and change into some blue and black checkered pjs that hung off his hips, just like Sams’ would. He wore no shirt since he was just so eager to rub one out right now.

He lay in his bed and took his still erect cock, twitching at just the slightest touch to the base. He then got an idea. He reached for his phone, opening up the camera to hit record after turning the flash on. He recorded himself masturbating, pretending it was you jerking him off and fucking him. The video was 4 and a half minutes long, filled with pathetic, soft whimpers and moans.. you could hear the wet noises. Once he came, he stopped recording and lay the phone on his chest, away from the sticky mess left on his abdomen. It took him a couple minutes to pull himself back together, but once he did, he unlocked his phone and sent you the video. Then he put his phone on to not disturb after that, scared of the risk he just took. He cleaned himself after that and went to sleep.

ping! “Scotty” sent 1 attachment.

You open the video and the first thing you saw was his dick. You've never seen his dick before, but if you were being honest with yourself.. it was definitely the prettiest one you've ever seen. It looked about 6 inches in his jeans, but damn. Was he really big when he was hard? A whole 7 inches. You watch for 4 seconds before you hear a whimper and feel yourself blush, looking for your headphones and connecting them, hearing his cute noises and the wet sounds his fist made when it hit the base of his cock.

Yeah, this is definitely something you're keeping for when you masturbate. His whimpers and moans were just too cute not to pleasure yourself to!

You react to his message with a heart and send him a photo of your tits. Not without your bra, though. Lets see what he responds with in the morning.

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