#f2f: sam evans

[owenepierce]

need you now | sawen

Owen released a heavy breath, not even realizing he was holding it. While Sam hadn’t done anything to make him feel he deserved punishment, internally, he felt as though he had taken things too far with his poutiness over JuNo. Denial was a quintessential part of their dynamic. It always had been. Just like playful brattiness was also a part of it. But in this case, especially since Violet had taken to her orders without complaint, he really felt like he’d been a little extra, and that came with a need for reassurance that he was, in fact, still good. Thus, he needed to submit pretty intensely for a while, which he trusted Sam more than anyone else to make good on. He was dressed in tight, form-fitted khaki dress pants that clung to his ass like a second skin, a white oxford button down, tucked in, accented with a cute, baby-pink tie - his typical attire during the work week as secretary for the hotel’s finances and essential, behind-the-scenes manager of Sam’s social media presence. Upon entering their lavishly decorated suite, Owen complied with his orders and knelt in the middle of the living area. He knew Sam would come around the corner any second now, and he’d make everything better like he always did. @sammythedominant

[marciafogarty]

long time coming | marcia & sam

It was about five minutes until Sam was scheduled to arrive at her dorm. Marcia had convinced her roommate to make themselves scarce for at least a few hours, so they had the whole place to themselves. Her makeup was done and she was dressed in a cute, white crop top that strained against her tits, paired with a tight, red mini skirt that barely covered her ass. If she bent over, anyone would get an eyeful of her lacy black panties that clung to her ass and pussy. She'd been waiting to hook up with the Sam Evans for what felt like forever. In fact, she thought it might not even happen after her brief fight with Nate over him, but if they were ever going to work, he needed to trust that no matter who she scened with as she worked towards being good enough to be his officially submissive, that her goal was always to be his, and no one else's. Now, Marcia was only human - and a very slutty, depraved one at that. She was beyond attracted to Sam, and she wanted him - badly; but she recognized that her feelings for Sam, i.e. general, unbridled horniness would never come close to how she felt for Nate - and in a way, submitting to Sam would prove that. She glanced around her tiny dorm and sighed. It was cramped, the walls painted a dull gray color, and the only decorations were some faded posters of some hot OnlyFans models that she followed; with a space left for a post of Sam that she hoped to talk him into providing and signing. She giggled and perched herself on the edge of the bunch bed, zoning out as she looked at the minimal furniture; just a tiny desk with her laptop and a chair crammed in one corner. Her bed was messily made and a few scattered clothes were strewn about - but besides that, nothing was too out of place except maybe a pair of ripped tights handing off the edge of her bed frame from one of her more recent trysts. Finally, there was a knock at the door and Marcia bounced off the bed and knelt in the middle of the room before calling out, "It's unlocked, Sir! C'mon in!" @sammythedominant

[sawyerevans]

Sawyer nodded solemnly. "Yeah...yeah, we've all kind of moved past that." He sighed, shaking his head at how awful this was. "Which...has to sound super shitty. If you're re-wound to having that whole situation weighing super heavily on you, it's gotta feel awful having everyone else know about it and not make a big deal of it." Sawyer took a beat and met Sam's gaze. "We all hate that you were in a position to do what you did to help us. You were so young and that was just...fuck, it was awful. My only regret is...not being man enough to try and help our situation back then the way you did. I know you think you're mis-marked and all that, but the way I see it - the Dom in the family needs to be a leader, and I know I talk a lot of smack about being the hottest twin and all that, but between the two of us - you're the leader. You always have been, and what you went through to help us...that proves it. You deserve the mark you have, Sam - you deserve it so much more than me, and while you don't have to prove that to anyone else at this point, you'll prove it to yourself pretty damn quickly, I think." Sawyer finished, sighing again and reaching for Sam's hand to give it an encouraging squeeze.

Sam listened as Sawyer explained a little more, and was immediately grateful that his parents didn't really know the details. "That sounds good, I'm glad it's helping people," he said, a little quietly. "That feels right," he admitted, and smiled at his brother when Sawyer told him they were all proud of him. It was the exact opposite of what he'd assumed everyone would feel, back at that club. He smiled as Sawyer clapped him on the shoulder, and looked up at his twin. He took a deep breath, like he was summoning his courage, and decided to take the chance. "So...you guys know about the club, back home?" he asked quietly.

[antoniomartinez]

"Wanna play some video games? Loser has to buy pizza"

Hearing the offer, Tony turned to look at Sam and laughed. "I have to say, that's the first time anyone's given me that offer. You're on, though I also have to say that I've never really been good aat video games, I don't play often so I might as well order the pizza now." He laughed again, nudging Sam's shoulder. "How do you like yours? What are your thoughts on wings and cheesy bread?"

[switchingfinn]

"Want to join us for broga? ... that's yoga for bros."

"That... sounds... awesome! Alright, dude. You got me hooked. Tell me more."

[subastian]

"Do you want to bet on that?"

Sebastian turned to look at the other man with mischief and stubborn pride glittering in his eyes. "Always. What are the terms?"

[karofskyy]

Dave was heading out of the showers after football practice, gym bag over his shoulder. He noticed Sam Evans ahead of him, and caught up. "Hey, Sam. Wanna go grab something to eat? I'm starving, right now." He was going to go get something eat either way, but he'd rather not do it alone.

[jacobbenisreal]

{ PRIVATE }

Just got out of class! Heading to my dorm now! Don't have to be in my last class for a couple hours!

{ PRIVATE } Awesome! I'm coming over now! hehehe. And I haven't played video games in a long time. My dad said they were addicting and I have sports rage, and he said that I would probably have gamers rage, too.

JBI shows up at Sam's dorm with 20 cinnamon roll bites. "April Fools!!!!"

[dom-bastiansmythe]

sammythedominant​:

F2F || Sebastian & Sam (08/03)

After making sure to order some milkshakes from Pops for delivery for Sky’s sleepover with Jake, Sam stepped out of his suite, ready to go for a jog. He was wearing just grey sweatpants and a white tanktop, but he paused when he saw that Sebastian’s door was open. Curiously, he walked over to the open door and knocked lightly, and smiled as he looked around before his eyes settled on Sebastian.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” he smiled, as he stepped inside the suite.

Sebastian’s back was facing the door, so he notice anyone coming in, until he heard the knock on the door. He sat up and turned his head to see who that was, a soft smile coming to his face when he saw Sam coming into the penthouse. “Mr. Sam Evans. As I live and breathe” he said, with some form theatrical tone, then put his laptop down and stood up, walking up until he was standing next to him. “Hey yourself. It’s been quite the while, so it’s good to see you” he said, patting the man’s arm. “How you’ve been, man?”

[veronicalodgeswitch]

girls on film | sam & veronica

When Veronica Lodge wanted something, she made it happen. She wasn’t beyond putting a man through the ringer to get to her, but if she was the one taking the initiative, she was definitely one to the cut to the chase. One passing glance at Sam Evans on the football field, running plays, shirtless and sweaty had her convinced that she needed to get underneath him at some point - and that’s exactly what she planned to do tonight. Showing up in nothing more than a little black dress and a pair of red-bottomed Loubitains, her raven-black hair tumbling down her back and chest, she looked delectable raising a manicured hand to knock lightly on Sam’s door. She tossed her hair once more, and waited (not so) patiently for Sam to answer. @sammythedominant​

[rossberry]

take it back | ram

“I hope you’re all looking forward to next week where I’ll be demonstrating how Les Miserables can be performed as a one-man show.” Ross chirped up as his fellow glee-clubbers started getting up and walking towards the door of the choir room. “Feel free to text me and let me know which monologues and accompanying songs you’d like me to showcase the most. I can do them all!” He added, his words mostly falling on deaf ears. Sighing Ross slouched a bit and walked back to the music stand he’d situated in the center of the room. He started to organize his sheet music when he glanced up and jumped. Still sitting there, smirking that smirk that made his knees shake, wearing a muscle tank that showcased perfect arms and an equally perfect chest was Sam Evans. “Sir!” Ross squeaked, dropping some of his sheet music in his surprise. “I...I didn’t realize you were still there.” His voice was shaky, partially from the mere sight of this God of a Dominant in front of him, and partially from exhaustion. Since Ross had really thrown himself into submitting, he found taking control in settings like Glee Club was a little less...effortless than it used to be. Ross met Sam’s gaze, his brown eyes wavering with admiration and longing, wanting nothing more in than moment to drop to his knees, forget everything else and mindlessly serve him. @sammythedominant​

[owenepierce]

what's left of you | sawen

Owen gave it the rest of the day. He knew Sam was in good hands with his big family surrounding him, making sure he was okay - so, for the first time in two weeks, Owen returned to the House. He was greeted warmly by the receptionist, but he had no energy to return her warmth. Everything had been managed seamlessly by the directors they'd hired to oversee things in their absence, and Owen was beyond grateful for them because there was no way he would have been able to handle even the tiniest portion of business with Sam in the hospital. He made a mental note to send them each a generous bonus check at the end of the week as he walked into the personal elevator that went straight up to their penthouse. He got off, let out a shaky breath, and numbly went through the motions. He stripped, got into the shower, and stayed there long enough for his hands to start pruning. He cried off and on, but it was as though he didn't even realize when the tears began when they ended, and when they started again. Everything was a blur. The only thing set into any sort of focus was the blaring reality that Sam; his Sam, the same Dominant he'd known for four years had no idea who he was.

All that mattered was doing whatever it took to get Sam back. He had him back in body and spirit; his personality was obviously still intact, granted, he seemed a little more like the man he'd met four years ago, without the maturity gained through their shared experiences; but that didn't put Owen off at all. He fell in love with Sam in that state of mind, and he'd love him now, just as intensely as he did and had continued to for all this time. He changed into black, Adidas joggers, a plain, pink t-shirt, and pristine white sneakers. He dried his bright, blonde hair, shaved, moisturized, and brushed his teeth, making himself look presentable for the first time in weeks. It felt good, and in that way, he felt bad for feeling good when Sam was still at the hospital, confused and lost, especially considering how Owen had just ran out on him like that. But, Owen knew Sam needed some space; and frankly, he needed it too. He needed to rest so that he had the energy for whatever happened next.

Laying down for a quick thirty-minute nap turned into a full-on, six hour slumber that he didn't realize he needed. When he woke up, he half expected Sam to be in the kitchen, making a post-workout shake or something; and when he wasn't, reality came hurtling back to him. He got up, made a quick snack, brushed his teeth (again), threw a hat on his messy hair, and bolted out the door once more. About fifteen minutes later, he was back at the hospital. He gave the Evans family, all gathered in the waiting room a small, apologetic smile. Mary, of course, was the first to jump up and hug him. She whispered some reassuring words against his ear and he held her tighter, trying to absorb her support and use it as fuel to propel him forward. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed her arm and nodded, finally making his way back to Sam's room.

"Hi." He said simply, smiling shyly at Sam as he closed the door behind him. "How're you feeling, Sir?" @sammythedominant

[blaineandersonsub]

[owenepierce]

Owen smiled weakly and nodded, “That’s true. He’s not. But…if you want to know more, I’ll do my best to fill in the blanks for you, Sir.” Worrying his lips together, he nodded as Sam spoke about the breakdown he hadn’t been around to help him through. “Before you went into your coma, your mental health was just fine, Sir. I trusted you to tell me if that ever changed and as far as I know, you were doing great, mentally and in every other way.” Owen toyed with the fibers of the rug as he spoke, meeting Sam’s kind, green eyes with a smile. “But that’s a question you’ve gotta answer for yourself, now, in the present, Sir. Are you okay?”

"That's what it sounds like," Sam confirmed with a little shrug of his shoulders. "All I know is you're here, doing everything to make me feel comfortable, and he's...not, so I don't really need to know more," Sam admitted, with a little sigh. "That was it about Blaine, cutie, don't worry," he smiled as he saw Owen's sheepish expression.

He took a deep breath. "So...the breakdown," he said slowly. "I...I think Sky said you weren't here for that, but...like, what's my mental health like now? Am I okay?" Sam asked quietly.

[markdomjr]

Mark walked out on the deck from the helm, having just spent the last hour or so bullshitting with the captain and taking his hand at the wheel. At the stern on the top level he was surprised to see someone standing there. In fact, assuming they were staff Mark had almost went right past them to head back to lower decks but then he realized it was Blaine’s guest and came up beside him, pretending to be interested in the abundant view. “So, how did you meet Blaine?” He asked, not bothering to temper his tone to sound friendly. @samevansdom​

[marleyphalange]

ICE CREAM “DATE” || SARLEY F2F

The past eight months had become overwhelming for Marley. She was more than happy to be carrying her brother’s babies, she felt like she was helping out in a big way and what better wedding gift to give to your sibling than their own child? But while she wouldn’t admit it much, it had become a bit of a hassle in the last couple of months, she wasn’t able to do much especially since she was carrying two babies instead of one and when Sam mentioned the idea of making her feel better with ice cream, she certainly perked up at the idea. Another reason why she perked up so much was because there may have been a bit of a lingering crush on her end for the attractive blonde, something else she’d probably never say out loud, they were friends and she knew Sam only looked at her that way. Bringing herself to the oh so familiar door of Blaine and Sam’s apartment, she gave the door a hard knock, waiting for someone to answer.

@evansftw​