dazednstars141

[dazednstars141]

I think my Hayden obsession is coming back🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

[dazednstars141]

scott walking into his twin brother’s, sam’s room, to see him fucking the goth girl he liked. sam’s pale hands on your hips as you were bent over sam’s bed. hair messy and face flushed, eyes closed as you moaned. scott frowning but just couldn’t stop staring at your face and your body, how your ass recoiled with each of his brother’s thrusts. how your breasts were pushed to the cum-stained bed of his twin. it hurt but sam just laughed at the look on his brother’s face. i mean, didn’t scott like competition?

[dazednstars141]

don piper, u dirty man

might have to write a little something with that 😊

[dazednstars141]

anyway congrats ciri on becoming The witcher

[dazednstars141]

literally my bf

Every time I hear Fairytale of New York I just see police Matt Dillon. This is my Christmas.

[dazednstars141]

that picture is beautiful omg

[dazednstars141]

　★　𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪　⨟　𝗦. 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗲

👥﹐𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ﹒stepson!barely legal!Sam Monroe x stepmom!milf!reader﹒

📺﹐𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ﹒Laundry day is Sam's favorite day of the week. The day where he can bitch and complain while mommy washes his clothes for him, where he can watch with disgusting excitement as she wanders about his room for dirty clothes and finds his jizzed-on shirts and sticky porno mags.﹒

♰﹐𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ﹒stepcest, panty stealing, panty sniffing Sam calls you mommy, bitchboy Sam (best Sam)﹒

ਏਓ 𝒃𝒏𝒖𝒖𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : based off a chat with my j.ai bot // MY KO-FI

A heavy sigh leaves you as you tug the fitted sheet off of Sam's bed, trying to avoid the smears of dried cum. This is absolutely ridiculous; every Sunday you do laundry, his bed is nastier, like he's trying to make it that way.

Sam looks up at you, plush lips fixed into a smirk as he watches, his pet tarantula, Lucifer, crawling across his pale thigh, making him have to suppress a giggle from the ticklish feeling. Initially, you and his dad didn't care for it, but have grown fond of the arachnid.

"Fucks sake," you hiss, picking up a crusty cum-filled sock. Sam looks up at you from his spot on the floor, eyes narrowing. "Fuck off, you aren't the boss of me," he crosses his arms over his chest defensively. "It isn't even that dirty, I was gonna wash it later." Lies. He knows good and well he had no such intentions.

Lucifer scampers away and Sam watches, still glaring like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. "Watch it before you kill that thing." You warn, side stepping the spider's escape route. "Don't tell me what to do with my own pet," his says angrily. He gets up and storms over, snatching the basket from your hands, cobalt blue eyes boring into yours and black polished fingernails picking at the woven pattern of the basket.

You step back with your hands up in faux surrender before you bend over to retrieve Lucifer. "Poor baby," you murmur, coaxing him onto your palm. Sam's eyes widen as he watches you bend over, his teenage hormones a flurry in his body, sending blood to his cock. "Don't fucking touch my spider," he growls, but his voice lacks any real threat - he's so focused on your ass, hugged by your skinny jeans. "Fuck... I said don't touch it," he repeats in a weak, breathy voice. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, chains on his cargo shorts jingling.

"Just listen, Sam, listen!" You yell over him as he starts arguing. "You're upsetting the poor thing. Take him, gently," you show him Lucifer, who's sitting in your hands facing away from Sam. He takes him, swallowing nervously. "There, look." You smile as the small spider relaxes in Sam's hand.

"I... I wasn't yelling," he mumbles, avoiding your eyes. He can't help but notice how soft and warm your hands felt, how close you are to him. His heart begins racing as he carefully sets Lucifer back in his habitat, trying to ignore the irritating throbbing between his legs. "Whatever, just leave me alone," he mumbles, stepping back to try and put some space between the two of you. His eyes dart to your lips, to your tits, to your hips. His fingers twitch - he needs to touch you.

"I know, now go do this load of clothes," you take the basket and push it into his hands. "I'm gonna go start on dinner. Cold water." You step forward and give him a kiss on the cheek like you did when he was little. Just like that, you're gone, making your way downstairs.

Sam looks down at the basket in his hands. Finally, you're gone. He dumps the clothes onto the floor and retrieves a dirty pair of your panties, then brings them to his face and moans at the scent. He starts shimmying out of his shorts, kicking them off. Once his cock is in his hand, he sits down on his bed and takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed.

Slowly, he wraps the soft fabric of your panties around his cock, moaning at the sensation. Sam starts to stroke himself, hand moving up and down his shaft, the cloth giving just enough friction. "Fuck, mommy," he whispers, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he imagines you on your knees in front of him, lips wrapped around his cock.

Sam's strokes become faster, more urgent, his breathing ragged. He's nearly there, balls tightening as he gets closer and closer. "Oh god, 'm gonna cum," he pants, hips thrusting up into his hand. His back arches, dick throbbing as he shoots thick ropes of cum into your panties, staining the fabric. "Ughh," he groans, body shuddering. After gathering himself, he looks down at the mess and smirks with satisfaction.

"Fuck, that was good," he murmurs, still catching his breath. He carefully peels the sticky panties off his softening cock, bringing them to his face for another deep inhale. He can still smell you, now mixed with his musky seed. He exhales heavily before tossing the panties onto the floor and grabs his laptop, opening it and pulling up his favorite porn site.

"Sammy! Sam!" You yell up the stairs, making him freeze. "Fuck!" He hisses, slamming his laptop closed and shoving it under his pillow. He scrambles to pull his shorts up, heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah?!" He yells back, adjusting his cock. Plus you had asked him to start the laundry, and he hasn't. He takes a deep breath and calms himself down, wiping his hands off on his shorts. He hears your footsteps and snatches your panties off the floor then hides them underneath his pillow as well.

Once the door opens, you see Sam feeding Lucifer, and you're impressed - usually you have to remind him. "Hey, which do you want?" You hold up a bag of frozen shrimp and a package of chicken. "For alfredo." He blinks at you. "Shrimp," he says, voice a bit strained. "I don' want chicken." He murmurs childishly. "Alright, shrimp it is. Let me quick thaw it. Oh, can you grab my shirt off the bed to add to the clothes?" He nods. "Thank you Sam," you smile, turning and retreating down the hall and down the stairs.

"Fuck, that was close..."

@102hannah @addictedtohobi @literally-izzy @bimbo-baggins17 @brooklynb8by

@jameskellysgirl @lovebunanon @speaknow-sw @anakinstwinklebunny

@vrby9 @zapernz @jediavengers @enchant5d

@trippyhippywitch @valloos @piastricentric

@gallerygourmet @anakinsbbgirl @ilovekmchenzie @gabsskkk @s1ck-skv1l

@s1aywalker @t03soup @offthethirlwall @tfmerc

@starlmbed @slutforfinnickodair @geekforhorror @necromancerrrs @theladykassia

@thesassypadawan @cocobear18 @anisangeldust @fredswrite @byunnue

@d0llfilth @haydenslittlegirl @lunarnightt @espinathena-17 @fallout-girl219

@stepdadjameskelly @anisluvrgirl @xhunnybeeex @radiantvader

@urmomsgirlfriend1 @hayden-christensen-verse @rssmary @dreamygirli3 @awhhayden

[dazednstars141]

HE’S SUCH A DILF UFHHHHHHH

KILL ME ALREADY PLS I CANNOT FACE THIS MAN. THE SWEATINESS ? THE SEXINESS OUT OF HIM ? THE ARMS ? THE FUCKING HANDS ? HELLO ???

[dazednstars141]

i watch takers for 2 things

[dazednstars141]

i’d do anything 🙏

unnghh why is matt dillon so hot. give me that senior citizen right NOW 💗

[dazednstars141]

so pretty and cute, want to smooch him

t h e o u t s i d e r s, 1983 🎬 dir. francis ford coppola matt dillon

[dazednstars141]

"you have an anxiety disorder" it's actually called being a bunny and it is perfectly normal and healthy for me to be like This !!

[dazednstars141]

me denying that i liked girls too

Shattered Glass (2003).

[dazednstars141]

he’s so handsome

[dazednstars141]

me rn

[dazednstars141]

so hot

dad anakin deciding if you wanna be a whore he’s gonna train you how to act like one so he gives you your first anal to make sure you can handle it when you do it with others

18+, smut, Dad!Anakin, stepcest/fauxcest, anal, dirty talk, dacryphilia.

Ayo, ayo, who sent that. Hey. Hey.

"The more you cry, the harder I fuck you," He chuckles, leaning back, his broad, scarred chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Dad!Anakin's eyes glow under the dim lights of your bedroom, his tongue darting out to moist his chapped lips. "My princess wants to be a whore? She'll get fucked like one."

His large hands squeeze your hips, pulling back over and over, stretching you with his cock— definitely raw. It's his job, it's his duty as your stepdad to make sure his angel knows how to properly please; no daughter of his will be a disappointment. His smirk widens as he sees you struggling to keep up with his relentless thrusts, your body tensing with an uncomfortable ache.

Yet, you don't complain, because a good girl would never disappoint.

“Don’t—Don’t go too fast,” You cry, gritting your teeth at the feeling. It’s humiliating, really. To think a man you crave and love so much thinks of you as nothing more than a pathetic slut, to think he has the need to teach you. Have you failed him? Have you failed every other man you’ve been with?

"Oh, does it hurt?" He fakes a pout, his hand gripping the nape of your neck, meanly yanking you back— you swear, hands down, tears in your eyes that his cock is rearranging your insides, pushing your intestines away just to have a bigger space to thrust into. "Too bad, angel. Not my fucking problem. I won't stop until I see your pretty hole gaping and dripping with my cum."

[dazednstars141]

a cutie

matt dillon rolling down the window to talk to the cops you’re my favorite genre