#[asks!]

Hiiiiii, could you draw Sun or Moon doing the like teenage crush leg kickies?

You know

What I do anytime I see your art?

I'll do you that plus some!! Sun being all "hehe heeeyyy~"

then kicking his legs after bro gets kissed up >:D!!

also lmaooo stopppppp no you doooon't aosujfbakfjb X]

ok i suck at dialog so this one is significantly more embarrassing than the rest of them </////3 to make up for this fact, i have drawn both rocky and simon ❤ hope it suffices ❤❤

YESSSSS!!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!! ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!!!

⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀bigbro!sam x lilsis!reader⠀ ﾉ⠀tip jar! commissions are open! <3

"you don't have to keep coming in here, you know. you're big enough to shower on your own." sam tells you, watching as you come into the shower and close the frosted glass door behind yourself, humming like this is the most normal thing in the world. well, it is, but over the years, sam has begun to value his privacy, the privacy that you consistently encroach on with your sweet voice and unending curiosity.

you shrug, grabbing your floral scented wash off the rack. you involuntarily give him a twirl as you spin in a circle to get your entire body wet, something you've always done that amuses sam to no end. "well, i like to shower with you, sammy," you declare, now facing away from him. his gaze travels down the expanse of your back to your ass, to the back of your thighs and back up to the back of your head. he rests a hand on your shoulder, stepping close so his chest is touching your back. "yeah, i know." he mutters.

while you both lather yourselves separately, sam can't help but get touchy. his hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you back against him fully. "you do this on purpose, i know you do," he murmurs quietly as he leans over you, his necklace tickling you. "you're a little..." "sam," you whine, cutting him off. "i'm not! i can't just shower with my big brother?" you pout, and he knows you're pouting, even though he can't see it. he stares down at the floor in thought before pulling away.

the routine continues. you wash your hair, he checks you out. as you lather your hair, his hand finds your side, running up and teasing the side of your breast. your breath hitches, but you don't stop him. taking your silence as an invitation, his hand rests on the whole thing and gives it a squeeze, making you moan softly. "sammy," his already hard cock teases your back. he swallows, pausing momentarily before continuing his movements, tweaking your nipple. "yeah?"

"more," you moan, arching up against his hand. he steps forward, other hand coming to grope your other breast, a groan leaving him. his cock nestles against your ass and he ruts his hips forward for friction, hands kneading your tits hungrily, fingers tweaking your nipples a bit harder than intended. "fuck," he breathes against your neck, teasing your sensitive skin.

just then, the sound of your mother's voice comes through the door, muffled and barely heard over the shower. "sam! hurry up, your friends are here!" then retreating footsteps. he looks down at you and curses angrily before pulling away, giving himself a quick rinse and shoving away, getting out of the shower and leaving you disoriented and needy.

usually I prefer to write them with like. burning hatred for each other due to inverted flavors of jealousy. (I should elaborate on this eventually)