#sam monroe laah

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　⯌　𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡　⨟　𝗝. 𝗞𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗦. 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗲, 𝗦. 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

〣 ﹒▨﹕CONTENT WARNINGS﹒foursome, incestuous activities, free use undertones, objectification, somnophilia, double penetration, degrading, face slapping, pussy eating, bukakke, large age gap (James is 46, Scott is 21, Sam is 20, reader is 19).

┄﹒WORD COUNT﹒⤹ 4,152

BNUUY'S NOTES┆Finally, the long awaited fic! Part of the "Partnered Up!" series, which is a series of fics where all the characters are paired up and are with reader. The first installment is this one! Titled after a Red Hot Chili Peppers song. Originally, I was going to title it after a Rob Zombie song, but here we are! I'm so excited to share this with all of you. Eat well my loves!

≻ㅤ﹒ㅤlet's have a coffee together!ㅤ﹒ㅤノ

"You're welcome over anytime y'wanna be, sweetiepie."

You snap out of your daydream, lifting your gaze. In front of you stood your best friends' dad, James, a spatula in his hand. The kitchen was filled with the scent of seasoned beef, the familiar sizzle in the cast iron skillet on the stove a comforting sound. Your eyes rake over his broad shoulders, his waist, and down to the curve of his ass in his dark blue boxers. His jeans rest low on his hips, barely held up by his butt. Man, he really needed to invest in a belt.

Right as you open your mouth to respond, the sound of heavy boots hitting the creaky floorboards accompanies the sizzle of the patties James was flipping. "Hey dad, hey babes." One of James' two sons, Scott Kelly, greets the two of you as he sits a hefty 30-count case of beer on the kitchen table. His brother, Sam Kelly, was scrolling through his phone as he nodded to you. "What’s up?"

Scott's hand slams down onto the top of the large case of beer. "Found a new flavor. Peach Busch." He grins triumphantly, while Sam snickers, shoving his phone into his pocket and sitting down in a chair next to you. "A girly drink." He sticks his tongue out at his brother, making the blond sneer. "Go fuck yourself." He mutters, tearing the flimsy cardstock handle to reach a can.

James kills the heat on the stove then tosses the spatula down onto the counter. "Watch your fuckin' mouths, alright? Jesus," he shakes his head, gathering the condiments - barbecue sauce, ketchup, mustard, mayo, and an assortment of other burger toppings - then he sets them down onto the counter. "Now sit down and hush so we can eat."

Sam licks his lips as he gets up, grabbing a few paper plates off the top of the microwave. "Huh," he hands everyone a plate, then plops down in the creaky kitchen chair, making it scrape against the dirty linoleum floor. The four of you join hands and a quick prayer later, you all take in the assortment he cooked. "So," his father begins, cracking open a beer. "How's it been goin' babygirl?"

You look up at him, in the middle of squirting ketchup onto your hamburger. "Uh, what does that entail?" You ask with a lopsided grin. Scott shrugs. "The usual, you know? Like, I dunno, any boyfriends or somethin'?" His baby blues flick up to glance at you before focusing back on his dinner. "You coulda made the fries last, Jesus." Sam mutters from next to you before taking a massive bite of his burger, brows furrowed as he hums in satisfaction.

After chatting, hot beers, and dinner, the four of you were piled on the couch, watching whatever movie you caught on TV. James had his socked feet kicked up on the busted up coffee table, his arm around you, the stench of cheap cologne and potent motor oil clinging to his skin and clothes. His hand caresses your shoulder, fiddling with your sleeve, squeezing, tracing shapes. Your eyelids flutter closed, feeling heavy. James looks down at you. "Sleepy, babygirl?" He pulls you closer up into his side. "Snuggle up buttercup." He chuckles, ruffling your hair affectionately as he removes his arm from around your shoulders to put it around your waist, large hand resting on your stomach.

As the movie goes on, Sam and Scott end up on the floor, playing UNO, oblivious to their father and best friend up on the couch. James' hand slips up your shirt, rubbing over your soft tummy, over your womb. His dark gaze falls on you, eyes half-lidding as he rubs over your warm skin, your stomach distended with all the dinner you ate. "Sheesh..." He whispers to himself, teeth gently digging into his bottom lip. 

He'd be absolutely lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't have dreams about you full and round with his baby. Disgusting, he knows. He's pushing 50 years old, his knees creak when he gets up after sitting awhile, he has to be in bed before 10pm or he'll get pissy - he has zero business wanting to knock up his young sons' barely legal best friend. You kept him young, kept him on his toes, kept him wanting to keep up with the times. He'd do nearly anything to get just a glimpse of your teenage pussy. Oh, he could already imagine how tight, how warm, how wet, how -

"Dad!" Scott's grating voice snaps James back to reality. He looks down at his son. "What?" He hisses, rubbing his hand over his dark stubble. Sam turns around and looks up at his dad, then at you, then back at his dad. "Wanna play cards with us?" He asks, waving the cards as if tempting James. You stir out of your half-asleep state, then you smile, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "Mmm, UNO?" You move away from James, standing up. You turn to look at him and hold your hands out, giggling as he lets out a heavy sigh, taking your hands and rocking back and forth before using you to get up off the couch with a groan that makes your stomach coil. "To the kitchen. I ain't gettin' down on that damn floor." James says, making his way to the kitchen. You follow as Sam and Scott gather up the cards.

"James?" Your voice calls, your hand resting on the door frame of James' bedroom. He groans, opening his eyes to look at the digital clock on his nightstand - 2:52AM. He turns his head to look at you and waves you into the bedroom. "Mm, what's wrong dollface?" He sits up, rubbing his hands over his face. You make your way over and sit down, a pout on your lips. "I can't sleep. Sam and Scotty are up playing games." You go quiet. James listens, and the resounding sound of his sons’ joint bitching at the TV reaches his ears. He rolls his eyes and licks his dry lips. "C'mon, you can lie with me." He pats the mattress. You climb into his warm bed, and once the two of you are settled in, the only sounds that grace you are your breathing, the muffled voices of the boys in the living room, and the rhythmic clicking of his rickety ceiling fan above the bed.

"Usually you're out like a light." James comments. "Well, 'least you used to be able to sleep through anything. Guess that changes when you ain't a kiddo no more." He says, a warm hand rubbing your arm to soothe you to sleep as he did when you were little on nights you would sleep over, when you would come crying to him about a nightmare. Even now, all these years later, it was incredibly endearing to him. The way you suckle around nothing and end up sleeping on your stomach. That wouldn't do if you were pregnant, though.

Throughout the night, James found himself unable to sleep. He had a raging boner, his cock aching, boxers nearly sopping with pre from all the leaking his tip had been doing. You had your cheek pressed against his shoulder, your arm draped over his doughy middle. He stares down at you in the dark, the moonlight streaming through the dusty blinds helping him see your parted lips as they catch the pallid glimmer.

James brings his hand up and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip and the corner of your mouth, collecting the drool that accumulated during your peaceful slumber. He brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks the drool off it, his eyes fluttering closed and nearly rolling back in perverted satisfaction. Removing his thumb with a gentle 'pop,' James rests his hand on your side, beginning to rub up and down, up to the side of your chest then down to your hip. "Christ," he whispers, digging his fingers into your flesh with a gentle squeeze. He finds his way into the side of your camisole, calloused hand rubbing over your breast and soft nipple, thumb caressing the bud.

He was at a really horrid angle, his joints beginning to ache already, but he deemed it worth the pain to be able to grope you in your sleep. James' other hand goes down to his crotch, slipping into his boxers and grabbing at his velvety shaft. After hearing noise he stopped for a second, then went on, rubbing his thumb over his damp tip, assuming the boys were packing it in for the night.

"Dad?" Sam's voice calls, and right as James snatches his hand out of his boxers, the bedroom light flickers on. He stares at his sons, his hand still around your soft, fatty breast. Sam's lips part as if to comment, and Scott just stares at the print of James' hand through your thin navy blue camisole. Oh, he was fucked.

“Um, are we interrupting something?” Scott finally comments, hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. “We came to see whose bed she wanted to take, or if she wanted to stay in the living room. For fucks sake…” He sneers, and his brother watches, fiddling with his labret as he watches his dad slowly retract his hand from your top.

Sam's big blue eyes travel down to your now exposed stomach, blinking silently. "Hey hey, calm down," James coos, pushing himself up into a sitting position, unintentionally making you stir awake. His cock strains against his soft boxers, tip threatening to peek out from underneath the fabric scrunched around his thigh. "She can stay in whichever one'aya's bed she wants. No need to fuss." He says, and you lift your head to look at the twins, returning Sam's slow, cat-like blink. "Huh?"

With a disgusted scoff, Scott turns on his heel, his hand resting on the wood of the doorway as he readies himself to leave. "I can't believe this." He mutters, walking out and down the hallway. Sam took a moment before making a move to leave, though, but he soon followed his brother, disappearing down the hallway.

Left in a tense silence, neither you nor James commented. Just sat, oddly content, until he spoke. "I know you might think this is gross," he begins. "But... do you mind helpin' me out, babygirl?" He asks, and the two of you make eye contact, his gaze pleading while yours was surprised. "James," you murmur, your hand finding his hairy thigh. "I can try."

You make your way between his thighs, your hands resting on either side of his penis. “Can you show me what to do? I’ve never seen a guy’s thing in real life before.” You admit, examining his cock curiously. When you wrap your hand around it, a bit harshly, James hisses. “Gentle, dollface, gentle.”

“Here, slow. Slowly. Up and down. Yeah, just like that.” He watches, a smile coming across his face. “You got the hang of it already.” So, you began to stroke him, getting a feel for it, taking in the warmth, the scent, the texture, the way his shaft twitched in your grasp. You watch as his hands fist the sheets beneath him, his nostrils flaring as he nears what would be his first orgasm of the night. With a shudder, James comes undone, warm semen spurting onto your hand. “Oh.”

“You’re a natural,” James pants, his hand coming up to brush some wispy hairs away from your face. “Good job sweets. My boys are missin’ out.” He grins lazily, then falls back onto his pillow with a sigh.

You get up and adjust your top. “I should get to bed.” You make your way over to the bedroom door, and as soon as you open it, Scott and Sam stumble in sideways. Those little creeps, they had their ears up against the door, listening in. You yelp in surprise, and step back from the door. “What the hell is wrong with you two?!”

Scott’s eyes go from your face, to your cleavage, then over to his dad’s exposed cock, then back up at your face. “No fucking way his jizz is on your hand right now.” Sam chimes in, glaring at your hand with contempt. Overcome with embarrassment, you look down at your sock-clad feet, eyes tracing the checkerboard patterned fabric. “Are you listening to me?”

You and Scott were so preoccupied that neither of you noticed James come up behind you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder, his dick still out of the confines of his boxers. “It ain’t somethin’ to be ‘shamed of, you know.” He reassures, caressing your shoulder as he looks between his twin sons. “I never got to give y’all the talk, did I? Maybe now’s a good time, yeah?”

Scott was a bit more enthusiastic than you anticipated. Sam, on the other hand, seemed more hesitant. Though judging by the tent in his shorts, he was far from unaffected. With a deep breath, you settle down onto the bed, the boys on either side of you. James stands in front of you three, his cock noticeably hardening. “What the fuck,” Scott whispers to himself, meanwhile Sam was shifting around, trying to relieve the friction in his bottoms.

James begins pacing, starting his impromptu sex ed lesson. “It’s not a weird thing to talk about. Sex is how we all got here. ‘S a natural thing.” He reaches down and tucks himself back in, thankfully. “It’s not just a way to make life, but to pleasure yourself, too. Everyone likes it.” Their father turns and looks between his sons, then his eyes settle on Sam. “Especially you,” he points. “You think I don’t hear you?” He then looks at Scott. “You? Don’t even get me started on the shit I hear you watching.” The blond raises an eyebrow, parting his lips to bitch back when James goes on. “Both’a’ya think she and I are disgusting for doing shit like this when really, we not. You just ain’t mature enough to get it through your heads that you two not the only ones that think with their dick.”

Sam looked especially uncomfortable now, doing his damndest to not make eye contact with any of the others in the room. “Then give us a hands-on lesson if you give so much of a shit.” Scott quips, making everyone look at him. Realizing his mistake, he widens his eyes. “Wait! I’m fucking with you, I’m fucking with you, I’m fucking with you!” He rambles, making you snicker, until Sam finally chimed in. “Can we?” He asks. The other three of you turn to look at Sam, his cheeks reddening a deeper shade.

“Fine then,” James says, making his way to the bed. “Lay down sweetpea.” He urges you, gently pushing your shoulder, a silent instruction for  you to lay back. “Usin’ you for some edjumacation, just relax dollface.” He smiles, and you make a noise of confusion as he runs his hand over your stomach. “Watch boys,” he instructs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. He tugs them down, your thighs jiggling as your hips plop back down onto the bed. 

You can’t help but feel embarrassed, you were being put on display for a less than ideal anatomy lesson, and the two boys you’d called your best friends since you could remember were staring at you like they could just devour you. The room fills with the nervous laughter of the two others as your body unfolds before them, eager to learn the intricacies that make you so unique. Your stomach was revealed first, followed by your thighs. As Scott giggles, you flush, feeling a sudden heat fill your face.

With your underwear the only thing keeping your intimate parts hidden, James gives a shit-eating grin to his audience, who tap their feet and shuffle in anticipation. James then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and gives a swift tug down, revealing your fat, squishy mound and puffy pussy lips, soft and inviting. The sight of your hidden treasure causes the boys’ eyes to widen, taking in every detail of your body.

Your cheeks flame with mortification, an uncomfortable mix of embarrassment and arousal. The twins sat gazing at your exposed body, their eyes raking it in all its glory. You shudder, goosebumps forming on your skin as you sense their unabashed curiosity and lust. Pleased with his handiwork, James steps back, hands resting on his hips. “Go on, you two always were hands-on learners anyways.”

Scott, on your left, reaches out and touches your breast, his palm cupping the mound, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You were overwhelmed with humiliation and pleasure, which was only amplified when you felt someone between your thighs. When you lifted your head to look down, you saw Sam on his knees before you, lips inches away from your pussy. “There you go, touch on ‘er.” James encourages the boys before taking a seat on the bed to your right, his large hand coming to rest on your stomach. “You’re such a trooper babygirl.”

You felt heat coursing through your veins, and you were unsure whether to be disgusted by the incestuous display or to just continue going with it. The feeling of being stripped of your dignity and autonomous power left you in a state of confusion, but your stomach coiled with a twisted thrill that came with the degradation. “Eat ‘er out, Sammy.” Scott tells his brother, sitting up straight. He swings one leg over your body and straddles your chest, then pulls his sweatpants down enough to remove his cock comfortably. His musky shaft bounces free before hitting you in the face. “Open your mouth- open it,”

You open your mouth willingly, the tip of Scott’s cock gliding past your lips and into the warm sanctuary of your mouth. Your tongue traces the underside of his shaft, sending tremors through his body. James watches in satisfaction as his sons take turns pleasuring you. Scott’s rough, unskilled hands gripping your head to guide his cock into your mouth contrast with Sam’s gentle, teasing tongue that flicks at your clit. As you begin to get into it, the twins sense it, their eagerness increasing tenfold. The blond bottoms out, balls against your chin as he groans, barely able to hold himself up, his thighs tensing. “Fucking- oh my- oh fuck,” he hisses, fully intent on keeping the two of you that way until James had to guide him back out. “Off.”

When Scott and Sam move out of the way, James settles between your legs and with a firm grip, finds your hips and snatches you to the very edge of the bed, his lips meeting yours for a slow, deep kiss. He groans softly against your lips, cock resting on your mound, the taste of peach beer like honey on his tongue.

James breaks the kiss and looks up at his sons. “Fuckin’ hell, Sam, play with ‘er tits.” The teen nods, hands finding your breasts, kneading the flesh gently. He drinks in the sight of the mounds jiggling beneath his touch, the curves and contours calling to him like a siren. “Scott, get under her.”

Scott doesn't waste a moment, his bottoms getting kicked across the room and hitting the floor, joining all the clutter and shit in his dad's room. He maneuvers underneath you, arms wrapping around your middle. “You good doll?” James asks, and you nod, hands on top of Sam's, guiding him to play with your nipples in a way that'll bring you the most pleasure. “Yeah, ‘m good,”

“Good.”

With the help of James’ hand, Scott's cock pushes into you, pulling an embarrassingly loud moan from your lips. “Oh, fuck!” You arch your back and Scott pulls you back down. “Stay,” he whispers hotly against your ear. “Stay right there.” In the heat of the moment, you didn't even notice that James was beginning to push into you as well until your poor cunt was being stretched to the brim. “James! James- ‘s so- ohhh, can't fit it,” you slur, making the man chuckle. “Yeah you can. Cunts are made for this, it's just a lil’ difficult ‘cause you're so young, babygirl.” After a bit of struggle, James penetrates you, your warm walls enveloping him. A guttural moan escapes him as he starts to grind against you, the friction from his son's cock against his paired with your wet heat almost too much for him to handle. “Atta girl, grippin’ me tight.” He smirks, drinking in the moans and cries that came from your lips.

Sam leans down and captures your lips in a soft kiss, much different from the other two on a mission to ravage your poor body. One of his hands tangles in your hair while the other is shoved down his pants, palming his shaft over his boxers. He was waiting, itching to have a go at you.

Your eyes flutter open, hazy gaze meeting James', whose eyes were sparkling with a devious triumph. “You gonna let us cum inside ya sweetiepie?” He asks, moving his hips in a rhythm that compliments Scott's. Since you were stretched so far and the friction was so great, the two of them had to find something that worked.

“Fuck, ‘m close,” Scott moans, his fingers digging into the flesh of your sides, tugging at you. The desperation in his voice is almost laughable. Sam breaks the kiss with a snicker. “Think it’s been like two minutes, dude. Pull out, let me.” Scott nods and does so, his cock glistening with your juices as he crawls out from underneath you.

With everyone out of the way, the three of them looming over you like a hungry pack of wolves, you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. The others join in, the sound of their laughter mixing with the shuffling around. “I can’t even sit right,” you giggle, running your hands through your damp hair.

“I know. It’ll be fine babycakes. Get up.” James grins, turning you over so you were now on your tummy. “Gonna run a train through ya baby. Ready?” He lifts your hips, hands coming to rest on your ass. “Gonna take all of us, yeah?” His sweet talking distracted you from the way the teens were maneuvering your body, putting you in a position they wanted you.

James spits down onto his cock, lubing it up before he pushes the tip of it against your tight cunt. He grunts, feeling the resistance, but he’s determined. With a swift thrust, he breaches you, his cock sinking deeper with each rock of his hips, making your pussy stretch open. The boys, not to be outdone, get to work on their part. Sam guides his cock into your inviting mouth, your tongue swirling around his cockhead while your saliva bathes him. Scott groans, smacking your cheek with his own member, smearing precum onto your skin. “Fuck yeah,” he grins. “Take it like that baby, take Sam’s dick in your mouth.”

“Ghhk- hhg, kkh-” you gag on Sam’s cock, eyes shut as you struggle to breathe. Your body is a mess of pleasure, tits bouncing with every thrust, your pussy gripping James’ cock and your mouth moving up and down Sam’s. Your moans are muffled, but it only makes it all the more arousing. Sam pulls out and his dick is replaced with his brother’s, Scott’s tip hitting the back of your throat. The springs in the old, cheap mattress squeak and creak underneath the combined weight of the four of you.

Scott’s fingers tangle in your hair and grip your skull, being fed off the sounds of you choking and struggling. “Fucking take it, don’t fucking stop,” he growls, teeth gritting. “I wan’ cum on ‘er face,” Sam chimes in, getting off the bed, hand beginning to fist his cock as he waits for the other two. Following suit, James pulls out and so does Scott, the pair pulling you down onto the floor.

You cough, attempting to catch your breath before they get their hands on you again. You steady yourself with your hands on the dingy carpet, getting ready for the facial. “Fuck babygirl, close your eyes and stick that tongue out.” James commands, watching as you oblige. “Oh shit, keep it right there,” Scott pants, and you let out a surprised squeal as your face is covered in sticky sperm. You give an open-mouthed giggle and slowly open your eyes, keeping your tongue out.

It frosted your nose and cheeks and tongue, and your lashes were matted as you looked up at the three of them, meeting their satisfied expressions. Hopefully there would be a second class for James’ anatomy course.

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[jameskclly]

I kinda wish we got some slutty outfits for Sam during the movie cause he would have rocked it so hard .. 😞 a boy can dream though.

[s1aywalker]

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[st4rfckerz]

Ermmmm, can we talk about in LAAH when ALYSSA KISSES GEORGE (Sam’s dad). WHY ARE YOU CHEATING? No hate to Kevin Kline.

I’m thinking it’s maybe cos her mom slept with Josh, but I don’t get that, because she goes over to George’s shack first, kisses him, THEN, goes home and finds out her mom and Josh slept together. So unless they deleted a scene where she goes home first, finds out and then kisses George as a bit of petty revenge bc her mom dated George briefly. But still? Like her mom didn’t know she did that so what was the point??

“It feels like when I kiss Sam😊😀😆” eh??

How dare you cheat on Sam Monroe. WITH HIS DYING FATHER. Force choke her.

I don’t think Sam and Alyssa are the type of couple to last after the movie ends anyway. I think they would’ve dated 3-5 months, at most. She had no personality.

AND THIS IS WHY I HATE ALYSSA GODDDD

i think we can agree that i would be way better for sam

[haydenchristensengifs]

[nublue]

𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑵𝑽𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑺 𝑴𝑬, 𝑰 𝑺𝑨𝒀 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑩𝒀𝑬.                                     𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙴. 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝚈.                                    𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈. 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚅𝙰𝙸𝙽.

[anakinskywalkerog]

Hi ! Sorry to bother you (no, I'm not ;)) but what's your favorite movie with Hayden ? And why ?

i’m not at all bothered, i love getting asks!! especially about Hayden 😍😍😍

my favorite movie of all of his is Revenge of the Sith. it’s my favorite star wars movie, and his performance is amazing/heartbreaking.

outside of Star Wars, my favorite of his movies is Life As A House. though there are a few dated scenes (one in particular— those of you who have seen it know what i’m talking about) it’s overall just such a beautiful movie and his performance is breathtaking. Shattered Glass is also up there for me, but there’s something about his performance in LAAH that is just so raw, like he had yet to fully hone his talent at that age, and it’s just exploding out of him. Sam Monroe is also a very heartbreaking character to me with a very endearing arc that Hayden pulls off beautifully. yeah, watching that movie gives me all the feels.

thank you for the question 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

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/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒neighbor sam + MILF!reader﹒⌅

"I just feel like he's fuckin' tryna keep me away from my friends, you know?" Sam complains to you, angrily stabbing his fork into the fruit salad his mother made. He was sitting up on the side of the lounge chair in his father's lawn, boots planted in the sparse grass, headphones and walkman discarded next to him. As he bites a grape off the fork, you work some sunblock onto his pale skin, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. "Is he?" You croon. "I think he's just trying to get you to be productive, honey."

Sam frowns, eyebrows furrowing and nose scrunching as he squirms underneath the beaming California sun. "No," he manages with his mouth full of fruit. He chews angrily, shifting on the seat as you work the last of the sunblock in your palm onto his lower back. "He hates me and I hate him." Sam begins after swallowing. "He's, like, trapping me here! It's so stupid, you don't get it. You're an adult, you can like, go out and do stuff if you want to."

"Well," you begin, standing up and capping the bottle of sunscreen. "You're an adult, technically. Though, just because you're 18 doesn't mean you can just run off." You explain as you tuck the bottle into your woven beach bag. You'd seen him just as you were going to take a walk down to the beach, invited him, and he declined. Kindly, you offered to apply some sunblock for him to keep him from getting a sunburn, poor thing.

With a mutter of some colorful words directed at no one in particular, Sam slams his small bowl down onto the seat next to him, beside his well-loved headphones. "Whatever." He narrows his eyes, plush lips fixed into a pout, nose still scrunched. You sigh and squat down in front of him, yellow floral-printed sundress flowing gently as you lower yourself to speak to him where he'll pay attention. Though he was now an entire 18 year old young man, Sam was incredibly childish. You place your hands on his thighs, giving a ginger squeeze. "You want to go see Corey, yeah?"

He looks down at you, features easing up as he now doesn't have to combat the sun so much. "Yeah," he nods. "Then, you need to act like it, Sam! Whining isn't going to get you anywhere but right back in there with George. You know that, right?" You chide softly. The teen sighs heavily, giving you a pronounced roll of his eyes before he rubs his hands over his face, rings on his fingers clinking together. "Whatever." He murmurs into his palms, slouching. You just sigh and stand up, then give his shoulder a pat. "Join me down at the beach if you need to talk, sweetheart."

Sam removes his hands from his face, turning and straining his neck to watch as you walk away, bag over your shoulder, dress flowing as you walk against the breeze, down towards the beach.

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/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒brothers! scott & sam + teacher reader﹒⌅

𖦹 age gap (sam and scott are 18, reader is in her 30s), mida rana!reader, sub scott and sam

"you two have repeatedly gotten yourselves into trouble. acting out, being caught with drugs and alcohol, skipping class. what do you two have to say for yourselves, hm?"

the two students - Sam and his brother Scott - stand before you in your classroom. you had called them after school, at precisely 5 o'clock, knowing no one would be around. "i should send you to the Dean tomorrow, shouldn't i?"

the two immediately perk up, but Scott was more in a panic than his brother. "no! no, Miss, please! if he finds out, i could get kicked off the football team!" he pleads, tugging at the hem of his sweater anxiously. you look over at Sam and raise an eyebrow. he just looks away, shoving his hands into his pockets, making the chains on his shorts jingle. he gives you a shrug. "whatever, i don't care. tell him."

this sends his brother into a worse panic. so, you intervene.

"how about this, boys," you begin, getting up out of your chair. your heels click against the floor, making Scott step back. "i'll let you two off the hook, if, you come to tutoring sessions after school." that earns you a groan from Sam and a whine from Scott. "no." they say at the same time.

"oh, but yes! or would you rather i tell the dean about your little escapades during passing periods?"

Scott, desperate to save his ass, nods his head frantically. "yes! yes, fine! we could start now if you want! just please don't tell!" you smile and reach up, gently pinching his rosy cheek between your thumb and forefinger. "good boy! you're setting an example for your brother, aren't you?" he nods, looking down at you. "mhm, example."

Sam rolls his eyes and looks at you and his brother. "you're such a fucking pushover." he tells Scott, drawing a scoff from him. "no i'm not!" you just smile, gently stroking Scott's bicep, tracing the contours of his muscle with your fingertips. "well Sam?"

he sighs heavily, then rubs his hand over his face. "fuck it, fine."

The next day, you and Scott were sitting across from each other in the classroom. you thought it'd be nice to arrange the desk a different way and sit at one with him to make it more comfortable, and to not make him feel as if he was getting talked at, but mentored 1-on-1. also to lull him into a false sense of security.

"i think Sam flaked, Miss." he murmurs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. you lift your leg, resting your foot on the chair between Scott's legs, teasing his crotch with the toe of your black pump. he shifts in his seat, and just as he opens his mouth to speak, the classroom door swings open. it slams against the wall then closes as Sam walks in. he slides into the desk next to you.

"sorry," he murmurs. you give him a smile. "no worries Sam, your brother and i were just chatting." he shrugs and pulls his notebook out of his bag, slapping it onto the desk. meanwhile, Scott was biting his lip as you rubbed your foot over his now half-hard cock.

Sam opens his notebook to a clean page, clicking open his pen. he titles his paper, completely oblivious to what was happening to his brother underneath the desks.

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ⵌ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ! ⨾ SAM MONROE

𖦹 MILF!reader, fingering, infidelity, 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.

[erosmutt]

i feel like sam wouldn't know he was being rough with you until you started to cry but then he'd still be mean .

Definitely. Because Sam is a dick.

He's pounding from behind into his dirty cum stained sheets, you've already cum twice and he has a death grip on the back of your neck. "Fucking shut up," he'd hiss, hearing you let out broken sobs, pleads of his name falling from your lips. "Sammy, 's- hurt, hurts,"

And he reaches around your midsection with his arm, his spiked bracelet hurting your skin. But, of course, Sam didn't give a fuck. "I said shut the fuck up."

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ⵌ MOODBOARD — ⌞ SAM MONROE ⌝

[jameskclly]

At a college dorm party where they handed over fake IDs despite not looking of age at all. Didn’t matter cause they spent time alone in the back of the room anyway. 🤷🏼‍♂️

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ⵌ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ⨾ ꜱᴀᴍ ᴍᴏɴʀᴏᴇ

𖦹 Straight To Video - Mindless Self Indulgence

“Face the camera.” Sam’s command rings through the room, demanding your complete attention as he forcefully hooks his fingers into your mouth, snapping your head back to face the camera. Your eyes meet the lens, wide and innocent, and you splutter a droll, slobbering laugh. Drool clings to Sam’s digits like silk, then spills in a trance of sticky trails, pooling on the floor beneath you.

Lowering himself, Sam’s breath caresses your exposed skin, traveling warm paths as his labret brushes against you. “Eyes on the prize, baby. Just. Like. That.” His mouth finds its way to your shoulder, biting softly and eliciting a shudder. The kitchen chair beneath you creaks, scraping against the linoleum floor with every wet smack of his hips against yours.

Your tongue flits against his fingers, cheeks flushed and streaked by faded mascara-stained tears. Sam’s hand, still coated in your saliva, moves to the base of your neck, gripping tightly, threatening to cut off your airflow with the improper grasp. “Sammy,” you drawl, tits bouncing, vision blurred from the tears welled up in your eyes.

The steady flash of the recording indicator taunted you as Sam began to plow you into the chair. You grab at the back of it, a throaty moan leaving you as your eyes roll back, the camera hungrily catching every bounce and jolt, your swollen lipgloss-smeared lips parting further as he digs his fingers into the inside of your cheek. Your thighs trembled, the wet sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the room.

“Shit,” Sam’s rhythm built steadily, each thrust more forceful than the previous. Your eyes dart pleadingly to the camera lens, seeking some vague promise of salvation, your pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh fuck,” Sam grunts as he pulls his hand away from your neck, both hands finding your ass. “Fuck it back on me pretty girl.”

Complying, you begin to fuck yourself back onto his cock, the kitchen chair beginning to creak worse, the sound grating. You brace yourself with your hands on the back of the chair, and Sam leans back, hands ghosting over your hips as he watches you, hissing. “Ooh, keep going.” He urges. He places his hands on your hips, thrusting in time to meet your ass against his hips.

Waves of exquisite agony coursed through you as the relentless onslaught of his cock drove you closer and closer to the brink. Sam leans down again, lips meeting your hair resting on the nape of your neck. His efforts redouble, groans of ecstasy muffled by the fervent press of his lips against you. 

Each slam of his hips was nothing short of cruelly divine, further clouding your head, the haze of arousal threatening to blot out your consciousness. Although a part of you ached for release, another part hungered for the sinful torment to continue indefinitely. “Look, god, at the fuckin’- hhoh, camera,” Sam moans, his growls deep and raw against your dampened skin.

“That’s right.” He hissed, grunts of carnal satisfaction turning into choked whimpers. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, brow furrowing as he slams his hips against your ass. “I’m so close baby, oh I’m gonna cum, ohh,” Sam throws his head back, mouth agape as he drives his cock into your gummy walls, nails digging into your skin.

He was too wrapped up in his own approaching orgasm to notice yours, entire body trembling and eyes fluttering closed as you clench and relax in waves, breath hitching until all that’s left is a twitching aftershock. With a final brutal thrust, Sam’s hips stutter then cease their movements, eyes rolling back as he empties hot, sticky ropes of cum into your slick cunt.

Spent, Sam falls forward, head resting against yours, his chest heaving as he cooled. The camera continued to roll, capturing your entangled bodies, dampened with sweat. He dips his head to run his tongue along your shoulder blade, humming at the salty taste. His hand comes up to lift your head, forcing you once more to face the unrelenting camera. “Gonna make another fuckin’ video… just for me to watch.”

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Sam's bday only he hates celebrating so reader breaks into his room late at night and just goes 'happy birthday' and that actually means the world to him

aww poor baby :(

Hearing gentle pecking at his window in the early hours of the morning, Sam furrows his brows and removes his headphones to look over at the window. He sees you, his neighbor and classmate, and makes his way over to you. When he opens the door to his small balcony, you flash him a nearly blinding bright smile and say words he hadn't heard anyone tell him genuinely in eons.

"Happy Birthday Sammy," you whisper, and make a heart with your hands, making his cheeks go pink. He shifts his weight back and forth and swallows, rubbing his arms anxiously. "Uh- thanks... thank you." He murmurs back.

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♱ 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 ⨾ 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 [ᴠᴏʟ. ᴏɴᴇ]

♱ necrophilia, pussy eating, fingering / 549 words ♱ accompanied by Sam Monroe's Snuff Film Collection

NOTE: THE CADAVER IS NOT READER

Sam had always been fascinated by death - the final frontier of human existence. The way life gave way to nothingness was almost poetic. A person lived an entire life full of good, bad, and mediocre, and it all culminated into nothing. This fascination is what led Sam to become a mortician, someone tasked with preparing these husks for a final goodbye. A grand finale, if you will. He found solace in the routine of his job, the quiet presence of the deceased bringing him a sense of peace that was hard to come by anywhere else.

That, and his urges. They weren’t exactly newfound, they’d just been suppressed - but they were stirring up again.

One rainy evening, after the funeral home had closed for the day, Sam found himself with the newest cadaver. The woman had died young, and her beauty seemed to radiate even in death. Her skin was smooth and cool to the touch, her lips slightly parted, and eyes clouded. Sam’s hand came to rest on her breast, trailed down her stomach, and went down to her privates.

His fingers slid over her slit, breath catching as he tries to keep his cool. She was stiff, but looked so incredibly supple. Sam glances up, half-expecting the body to react. To blink, to moan, something. Bringing himself back to reality, he goes and gets a pair of gloves, snapping them on. He moves the gurney from the basin and turns it around, now having more room.

Now standing at the foot of the gurney, he drops to his knees, hands moving her legs apart with the utmost gentleness. He leans in and traces his tongue along the delicate contours of her labia, adrenaline coursing through him. Sam felt helplessly drawn to the cold inanimate flesh beneath him. The more he licked and caressed, the more alive he felt - as if by devouring death, he was able to find life.

Sam’s steady licks escalated into frenzied open mouthed kisses as he delved deeper into the cupped valley between the dead woman’s legs. Each kiss drove him further into a whirlpool of carnal lust, until he was fully consumed and lost to sin. He wondered how she sounded when she was alive - how her moans would bless his ears, how she would tug at his hair and close her thighs around his head. If she was ever satisfied when she was alive how she was right now; in death.

Pausing, he gazes up at the still figure above him, and couldn’t help but imagine the countless coital encounters that once marked the corpse.

He pulls away and stands up, then spits down onto his gloved fingers, lubing them up to the best of his ability. He took a minute to stare down at her - his breathing getting labored and nostrils flaring. She was so ethereal, spread out on a silver human-sized tray like an offering, just for Sam.

Finding her entrance, he buries his fingers into her as much as he could considering she was no longer able to self lubricate. Sam was now knuckle deep into the cold, dry cavern. As if waiting to gauge a reaction, he stares down at her face. But she had the same look she had when he first wheeled her in - dead.