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☆ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ⨾ 𝗛𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻

𖦹 dddne: fauxcest ⋆ dad!hayden x daughter!reader

☆ happy belated Hayden day !

You skip down the stairs happily, backpack over your shoulder as you hurriedly make your way to the front doors. You took the train to school that morning, so you hadn’t seen him all day. Your absolute favorite person - your dad, Hayden. When you pushed the door open, you saw him there, waiting for you, cigarette between his fingers and phone up to his ear as he paced at the car.

With a bright smile, you run to him, catching him by surprise. He must’ve been very into the conversation if he didn’t hear the sound of your Mary Janes against the pavement. He looks down at you and gives a quick smile, then takes a pull from his cig. Is whoever’s on the phone really that important?

“Dad…” You begin, tugging gently on one of the lapels on his coat. He ignores you, making you scrunch your nose in irritation. “Dad,” You tug again, and he gives you a ‘wait a minute’ look. You let out a huff, and begin to pick the little fuzzies off his wool coat.

Once he finally hangs up, he can’t even speak before you’re chewing him out. “I haven’t seen you all day, and you’re ignoring me!” He sighs and gives you a half-smile. “I know, sweets. I was on the phone with your mom.” Oh. That’s why he looked so pissed.

“What did she want?” You ask curiously as Hayden takes your bag, setting it in the back. His cig was long discarded, crushed on the curb. “What does she ever want? She apparently called to wish me a Happy Birthday and we nearly ended up in a yelling match." He opens the passenger door for you, watching as you get in. Once in, he leans over you and puts your seatbelt on for you. You were 18, fully capable of doing it yourself, but he’d always done this since you were small. He’d always given you princess treatment.

You watch as he closes the door and walks around the front of the car to the driver’s side. As soon as he’s in the car, you begin again. “You know what today is, right?” You ask, kicking your feet with the allowed space. He clicks his belt in, and starts the car. “Mm, do I?” He smiles weakly, adjusting himself in his seat. You could tell the conversation he had with your mother - whatever was said in it - really had him discombobulated. He would always give you his full attention. Well, ¾ of it when he was driving.

“Yeah.” Your mood was beginning to dampen. You reach down and pick at a string on your navy blue skirt. “Your birthday.” He nods, giving a soft hum in response as he pulls off. “My birthday.” He sighs and relaxes in his seat, left hand on the wheel and the other resting on the console. “Don’t sound so bummed, honey. When people get older, they just don’t get as excited about their birthdays as you guys.” You lay your head against the window, looking out at the buildings that blur past. It was an overcast day anyway. Maybe it just wasn’t supposed to be a celebratory day.

Once you two were home, he went to the kitchen while you went up to your room. You had planned a whole thing - bought pretty underwear, planned on making a cake together with him. You hear him call to you from the bottom of the stairs. “How does takeout sound, kiddo?” He isn't using his nicknames for you. 'Sweets,' 'Princess,' 'Honey'… They always make you giggle and blush, no matter what. How can you get into the mood if he isn’t entertaining you?

You come out of your room clad in your white tights and bra, hands resting gently on the doorway. “Just get whatever, I don’t care.” You see his eyes flicker down to your chest, then back up to your face. “How about pizza? Chinese, maybe?” Once more, he glances at your chest, then back up to your face. You shrug once more. “Just whatever.” You repeat, making his face fall. “You have to work with me, sweets. You know how you get. I get something you don’t like, you make me drive you 40 minutes for something outlandish. Like kebabs.” You would have giggled if you weren't so bummed.

“Just get pepperoni.” As you retreat back into your room, Hayden comes up the stairs and follows after you. He looks around your room - at the posters on the wall, the fairy lights strung along your headboard, and the picture of you two on your vanity. He plops down on your plush bed, leaning back on his hands as he watches you shimmy out of your tights. “What’s wrong?”

You toss them, fabric flowing through the air and landing on the bed, just missing your dad’s thigh. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You dismiss him quickly, making him sigh exasperatedly. “If you don’t talk about it, I can’t figure out what’s wrong, and won’t be able to help you, sweets. So, come on.” He sits up and pats his lap. “Lay it on me.”

This was too good to be true.

Hesitantly, now in your bra and panties, you perch yourself on his thigh. He reaches down and puts your legs over his lap, other arm wrapping around your midsection. “Tell me all about it.” He was giving you that pretty, pretty smile. You mirror it. Everyone always told you - you smile just like your dad.

“I just thought you’d be more excited for your birthday, dad.” You murmur. The clock on the wall ticks, seconds going by before your dad gives your side a gentle squeeze; But he doesn’t speak. You continue, “I miss when I was little. You’d let me throw you birthday tea parties with all my plushies, and we’d have those nasty artificial store-bought cupcakes with the red frosting. Is red even still your favorite color?” He chuckles. “It is.”

A handful more seconds pass. You two just stare at each other. You swallow down your growing anxiety. “I want to do something more for you… But I can’t if you don’t let me, you know.” He pulls you up further onto his lap. “What did you have in mind, sweets?” He murmurs softly, hand coming to cup your face, thumb rubbing gently across your rosy cheek. You lean into his touch, biting at your bottom lip. “Can I show you?” When he nods, you slink off his lap, and point to the seat of your vanity. “Sit there, and close your eyes.” His brows furrow in confusion, but he obeys your command, going over to the small pink-cushioned bench.

He heard a shit ton of rustling and shuffling before hearing your bed gently creak in protest underneath your weight, followed by a gentle exhale. “You can open them now dad.” Boy, when he did, the sight that greeted him caught him off guard immensely.

You. In the nude, legs spread wide, a pink jelly dildo in your hand. “Honey,” You shake your head. “Hush. Just watch, okay?” He couldn’t refuse his little girl. He swallows and licks his lips, hands resting flat on his thighs. The tip of the dildo rubs up and down your slit, makes a little circle over your clit, then slides back down. He didn’t dare look away.

Never in his life would he admit he’d gotten himself off to the thought of his daughter like this - never before now, at least. Your lithe, youthful, supple body had enraptured him for who knows how long, but all he could do was listen through the wall during nights you pleasured yourself, falsely assuming your dad was sleeping.

“Hnn…” He hadn’t even noticed that the fake cock was a fourth of the way in your tiny virgin pussy. He’d kill to be in its place.

You couldn’t help but feel filled with cocky satisfaction at the sight of your father’s cock hardening along his thigh. It was a dream come true. Ever since you were just a girl, you’d had a crush on your dad. Whenever he’d pick you up and spin you around, your little feet would kick and a happy giggle would leave your lips, and he’d press a kiss to each of your pink cheeks, big hands on your waist and pretty eyes fixed on yours.

Hayden’s hand absentmindedly begins to palm his cock through his jeans. “Dad,” You drawl, the sound of your gentle plea accompanied by the lewd squelch of your pussy getting penetrated by the 8 inch dildo he had no idea you even owned until today. “You bought that for me? Just for me?” He asks, legs spreading as he fumbles with his button and zipper. You nod, toes curling and eyes closing shut. “Jus’ for you,” The poor man wasn’t strong enough for this! He’d been single for years, and jacking off wasn’t cutting it. Now one of his biggest fantasies was soon to come true - getting to fuck his pretty, barely legal daughter.

Once his cock is free from the stuffy confines of his jeans, he quickly finds the matching rhythm, and pumps his cock to the strokes of the jelly dildo going in and out of your cunt. “God,” He rasps, eyes half-lidded as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Eyes rolled back, lips parted. Perfection.

“Gonna cum,” You gasp, squirming about on the bed. “Gonna cum, dad.” He bucks his hips up into his hand, eyes trained on your glistening folds. “Keep going sweets,” His voice was strained, cheeks flushed. “Like that - shit, just like that.” You whine softly, back arching up off the bed as you throw your head back. “Wan’ you to cum in me,”

He wastes no time in getting up and making his way to you. He grabs your ankles and snatches you to the end of the bed, taking the dildo out and away from you, discarding it on the bed next to you. “Fuck,” He guides his cock into your entrance, knees nearly buckling at the sensation of your gummy walls enveloping him. It’d been so long since he’d been inside a woman.

“Inside you,” He repeats after you, leaning down to cup your face. “Inside you?” You nod eagerly, reaching up and tangling your hands in his curls. Both of your faces were flushed, sweat dampening your foreheads. “Nowhere else.” You whisper. Neither of you broke eye contact - refusing to. Unable to.

Hayden’s hips stutter as his eyes flutter closed. His seed spurted into you, the most he’s ever cum in months. “Ohhh…” he swallows, trying to catch his breath. You play in his curls, both of you basking in the afterglow of a dream come true.

“My little girl,” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. “Always giving the best gifts.” His voice is now a whisper as he gently rubs your red cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “This is the best one so far, I think.”

He stands straight and looks down, slowly pulling his softening penis out of you. A shaky exhale along with a shudder is his reaction at the sight of you pushing his warm load out of your hole. “Good girl,” He whispers as he runs his hands through his hair. “The best girl.” You smile brightly as you lay your head back.

“Happy Birthday, daddy.”

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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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erosmutt · 2 months

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . baker's assistant anakin who is an absolute sweetheart! PART ONE

"what do you mean i have to close up by myself?!" Anakin whines as he stands before you, a bowl of freshly whipped chantilly in his hands. you look up at him, your hands behind your back as you untie your apron. "i told you this last month, Ani."

oh. you did tell him a good while ago that you were going to be gone for your sister's bachelorette party that you were sure would last into the ungodly hours of the night. the bakery closed at 8pm - there was no way you would be back in time to close up considering the party started at 5pm.

he shifts his weight squirming around. "but- but, i need you here! i can't close up by myself!" he complains, setting the bowl down. "who's gonna be here to make sure i don't mess anything up?"

you sigh and take your apron off, then hang it up on its designated hook. "you aren't a child, Anakin. you can manage without me." you try to mask the irritation in your voice, failing, making Anakin wince. his worst fear was coming true - making you mad.

"wait!" he steps forward and gently tugs on your sleeve. "i'm sorry, can- can we just take the day off together?" he gives you a meek smile.

there was no way you could say no to him when he was looking at you like a kicked puppy. then, you got an idea. why not just bring him along? he could be your plus one!

"fine, fine. how about this, do you want to come with me tomorrow?" you smile softly. Anakin perks up and gasps. "really?!" he smiles brightly. in a swift motion, he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly. "you're the best!" he pulls back and looks at you, hands on your shoulders. "i promise i'll be the best plus one!" he winks, making your smile brighter. "alright, alright, i believe you. the best plus one."

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ⵌ ꜰᴀᴡɴ ⨾ 𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

bratty!sub!scott x dom!chubby!milf!teacher!reader, semi-public sex (in a classroom), reader is referred to as 'Miss', reader is kinda sorta manipulative if you squint, mentions of his bitchass stepmom. 1.3k words.

“God, why do you always have to make this so hard for me?!” Scott whines, pacing in front of your desk. You sit at your desk, hands folded with your chin resting on them, your eyes following him as he goes back and forth.

He was always a brat. Always, without fail. His father requested you to give him some tutoring after school so he could keep his grades up and, in turn, stay on the football team.

“You’re so stupid! Do you even know what you’re doing?! Why can’t I get another teacher? Why can’t Mr. Scarbrow tutor me?! At least he acts like he cares!” he continued, making you roll your eyes and let out a heavy sigh, your hands going to massage your temples. He was such an insufferable student. He was never not complaining about something. Without fail, Scott found something to complain about. The temp of the room, the other students being annoying, something.

“Scott,” you begin, and your tone makes Scott stop to look up at you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Yeah?” you give him a warm, maternal smile, and the poor boy’s entire body racked with a shudder. “How about we move onto another problem, hm? Here,” you stand and walk to the board. He swallows, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes stay fixed on your ass in the ungodly tight pencil skirt you decided to wear as you move around, the sound of your heels clicking against the linoleum fading into the background of Scott’s little world. You pick up the marker and begin writing.

“So we have your preimage, and your image. Now, when you move it, you’re translating, like so…” and now your voice fades into the background. All Scott could focus on was your wide hips and thick legs, your white blouse letting him faintly see the band of your sapphire blue bra. He slides into the desk at the very front of the class, shifting around and bouncing his legs to distract him from the growing tent in his sweatpants.

With his hands gripping the front edge of the desk, he licks his lips once more and swallows, his tummy coiling. Maybe, just maybe, he could get away with it…

So he tries. As your back is turned, Scott trails his hand down, shoving it into his sweatpants. He rubs his shaft over his boxers, fingers fiddling with the opening. Once his hand makes contact with his shaft, he whimpers. “Oh…”

You turn to look at him. “Scott?” He freezes, and slowly looks up at you, his baby blues wide with shock. You set the marker down and walk up to him, a warm smile on your face. “And what do we have here, hm~?”

Scott was absolutely fucked. How would he explain this? ‘Sorry Miss, I got horny and was jacking off to your ass’?

“Uh, I uh, uh,” “Shh,” you respond, reaching down to gently caress his cheek. “Shhh, it’s alright Scotty.” You give him another warm smile, making him whimper. You reminded him so much of his stepmother, but better. He didn’t feel gross, he felt fulfilled.

“Can you stand up for me Scott?” He nods, removing his hand and standing up. You led him to your desk, then took a seat atop it, leaving Scott there, standing before you like a lost child. “Um, Miss?” He murmurs to you, all his brattiness gone. “Miss,” “ah-ah, this entire time you’ve been acting out, Scotty. You have to listen to me now, alright?”

He nods. “‘M listening.” He watches as you reach forward and brush your fingers through his curls. “Good boy, come here, come closer.” You coax him forward as if he was an animal you were attempting to befriend. He leans into your touch, stepping closer until he’s flush against you, standing between your legs. His hands come to rest on your thighs, kneading the flesh, making his cock twitch.

All of you - your whole body made Scott writhe with need. The stretch marks on your inner thighs, the pudge of your stomach, your plush breasts making a few buttons of your blouse look like they were holding on by a thread, literally. You lean back on your hands, allowing Scott’s hands to roam your body. “Miss, can I?”

You give him that same warm smile. “Of course.” Wasting no time, Scott pushes the front of your skirt up, and his knees nearly buckle at the sight of your lace panties that were the same sapphire color your bra was. Like the teenage boy he was, he quickly shoved his bottoms down in one go, tugged your panties to the side, and guided his cock into your hole (after missing a couple times).

As soon as his tip is engulfed by your gummy walls, he whines and plants his hands flat onto the desk. “Ohh god,” He whimpers out, hips stuttering. Poor thing couldn’t even handle it! You reach up and stroke his rosy cheek with the pad of your thumb. “Shh, good boy Scott.” He leans down and rests his forehead on your shoulder, his abs flexing as he tries to not look like too much of a little bitch.

You reach down and gently wrap your free hand around his shaft, guiding him into your pussy, your legs wrapped around his waist to aid in moving him towards you. “There you go sweetie, there you go.” Once Scott was finally bottomed out inside you, he bucks his hips subconsciously, needing some sort of stimulation. “Hnn,”

Letting out a soft laugh, you reach up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Keep going Scotty, you can do it,” you murmur into his ear. Your voice was so gentle and maternal, he couldn’t take it. He reaches up and fumbles with your buttons, tugging at the thin fabric of your blouse. You let him figure it out, watching as he tugs it apart, finally getting access. He lifts his head and when he sees the plush fat of your chest, he lets out a sob.

Scott was so incredibly overstimulated - his cock buried inside you, the sight of your matured body, raging hormones. He tugs at the cups of your bra eagerly, pulling them down. “Scotty,” you coo, your hand now resting on the back of his neck. “You can move for me, yeah? You can move for Miss?”

Hearing you refer to yourself in third person made Scott let out a half-groan half-whine. He nods eagerly. “C’mon, use your words, love.” He swallows and tries to catch his breath. “Nnh, yeah, uh-huh, gonna…”

You give him a fake pout. “Poor baby,” Scott nods. He wasn’t even really coherent anymore, he was just trying to keep from falling to his knees. Finally finding the strength, he begins to buck his hips forward, rutting instead of thrusting properly. He babbles incoherently, his brows furrowed and voice strained. He leans down and buries his face in your tits, his hands squeezing at them as well. “‘na, gonna, ha, ssss, oh,” Scott slurs.

He cries out, hands finding your biceps for support as he spills his load inside you without warning. You just run your hand through his hair, raking your nails along his scalp. “Good boy, Scotty.” He murmurs something incoherent in response. “Did so well sweetie.” He murmurs a repetition of your praise, drawing a soft giggle from you, and earning him a kiss on his warm forehead.

It was rare that Scott was able to earn praise from anyone. His father, his stepmother, not even his coach would make him feel this special. You knew full well you had no business doing this, but seeing him so pathetic and brought down off his imaginary high horse filled you with satisfaction. Knowing he had no one else to cry to (besides Mr. Scarbrow, but you would make sure Scott kept his mouth closed!) except you made you shiver with a perverted sense of power. In due time, Scott would act up again - you would just have to put him back in his place.

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . literally just stephen being a scared little guy. it's storming out, the sky is growling, and he's scared out of his wits. so he kinda just hovers wherever he deems the middle of the room while you try your best to get him to sit.

"stephen, it's fine, come on," you pat the couch cushion next to you. "sit."

he whines and shakes his head. only because there was a window behind the couch. he had turned on every light in the house which pissed you off; he wasn't the one who had to pay the electricity bill.

you know better than to outwardly get upset with him. he'll start crying and saying you're being mean and he didn't know what he did wrong, make you feel like shit, so on and so forth.

so like the sweetheart you are, you stand up and go to the middle of the room with him, rubbing soothing circles into his back as he hugs you, his chin resting on the top of your head. "thank you." he murmurs. and you have to fight back an exasperated sigh. "no worries, babes. no worries."

#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles!#૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა bnuuy loves stephen glass #bro's just a little guy #it was storming here that's why i thought of this #fuck it i'll make a stephen character page #stephen glass #stephen glass x reader #stephen glass drabble #shattered glass #sfw #sfw fic

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erosmutt · 2 months

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౨ৎ SAM MONROE.

⋆ SAM'S PLAYLIST ⋆ ♱ SAM'S SNUFF FILM COLLECTION ⋆

౨ৎ DRABBLES.

ᯓ★ two-timing teacher (starring Scott Barringer)

ᯓ★ two-timing teacher PART TWO (starring Scott Barringer)

ᯓ★ sam confesses to using

ᯓ★ sam w/ a tyler, the creator gf

ᯓ★ footsies with sam at dinner

౨ৎ FICS.

ᯓ★ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ

ᯓ★ 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 [ᴠᴏʟ. ᴏɴᴇ]

౨ৎ BOTS.

ᯓ★ [c.ai - ORIGINAL] Stepbro Sam (and hyper-religious!USER)

ᯓ★ [c.ai] watching Sam and Alyssa break up

ᯓ★ [c.ai] Academic Rival Sam

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Stepbro Sam (and hyper-religious!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Midwest Emo Stepbro Sam (and southern gothic!country!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Catholic Preacher's Son Sam (and satanist!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Vampire Sam (twilight au)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Yandere Sam

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Stepson Sam (and stepmom!milf!USER)

#pic edited by me hehe #૮ ˙ⱉ˙ ა 내가 이야기 !#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles!#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's fics!#૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა bnuuy loves sam monroe #sam monroe #sam monroe smut #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x reader smut #life as a house #hayden christensen #hayden christensen smut #૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა bnuuy loves hayden christensen #♱ 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖆𝖒 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖗𝖔𝖊

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erosmutt · 2 months

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౨ৎ HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN.

⋆ HAYDEN'S PLAYLIST

౨ৎ DRABBLES.

ᯓ★ oral fixation

ᯓ★ emetophobia comfort

౨ৎ FICS.

౨ৎ BOTS.

ᯓ★ [c.ai - ORIGINAL] asking DILF!Hayden for a baby

ᯓ★ [j.ai] asking DILF!Hayden for a baby

ᯓ★ [c.ai] you help Briar find Hayden

ᯓ★ [c.ai - ORIGINAL] model Hayden (and stylist!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] model Hayden (and stylist!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] engaged to Hayden, raising your daughters together

ᯓ★[c.ai - ORIGINAL] Hayden meets the Playmate of the Year - you!

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Hayden meets the Playmate of the Year - you!

#૮ ˙ⱉ˙ ა 내가 이야기 !#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles!#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's fics!#bnuuy's bots!#૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა bnuuy loves hayden christensen #hayden christensen #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x reader smut #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x y/n

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erosmutt · 1 month

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♱ 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 ⨾ 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 [ᴠᴏʟ. ᴏɴᴇ]

♱ necrophilia, pussy eating, fingering / 549 words ♱ accompanied by Sam Monroe's Snuff Film Collection 𖦹 note: the cadaver isn't 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.

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's fics!#♱ 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖆𝖒 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖗𝖔𝖊 #tw necrophillia #necro #sam monroe #sam monroe smut #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe fanfic #sam monroe fanfiction #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x you #life as a house #laah #sam monroe x reader smut #my au #mortician au #૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა bnuuy loves sam monroe #mortician!sam monroe

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erosmutt · 2 months

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ⵌ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ⨾ 𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗢

age gap - reader is 21 han is 43, glorified dilf han, overall mid smut, 1.1K words

Han Solo - an attractive older man barely out of his 30s, and a total chick magnet. He had an air about him; maybe it was his charm, his wit, his charisma, or all three that had women in town lined up at his door with baked goods and hand sewn shirts to gift him. Of course, they were completely justified in their lust. Han’s salt-and-pepper hair and that smug fucking grin he always had plastered on his face would make any woman run into his arms.

Including you.

You were barely out of your late teen years when you first noticed the way your neighbor looked at you. You were a naive girl, but even then you could feel something strange in the way he looked at you. His gaze always lingered, but you never thought too much of it. But as the years went on, he became less subtle. Now, you were no longer the naive little girl you were before - no, you were a young woman. A young woman with a major crush on her neighbor.

Now, you were trudging down the stairs, half dressed for a funeral service of one of his and your parents’ mutual friends. You wouldn’t have gone if it wasn’t for Han rapping at your front door at 7 in the morning to remind you about the occasion. Snatching the front door open, you’re greeted by Han, who has an unusually bright smile. “Up and at ‘em, kiddo!”

“Alright,” you moan in response, rubbing your hand over your face, then remember the text you sent asking him to wake you. With a soft, apologetic sigh, you give Han a tired smile. You should be grateful, not moody. Still, given how miserable the day is supposed to be, it’s tough to maintain a cheerful attitude. Noticing your mood, Han’s smile falters. “C’mon sweetheart, cheer up, alright?” His large hand comes to give your shoulder a squeeze. “Let’s get you dressed.”

Once upstairs in your room, Han’s eyes wander about the space. “Looks like little ol’ you is still in here, somewhere.” You turn to look at him, shimmying into your dress. “Does it?” He nods. Your room, cluttered by numerous things that made it you, makes Han feel all warm and fuzzy, familiarity and nostalgia filling his chest. “Remember when you came cryin’ to me wantin’ me to kill that spider up in the corner of your room?”

A blush comes across your cheeks as you remember that day - you couldn’t have been any older than 8 years old, screaming as if you’d seen a ghost as you pointed up into the far corner of your room that a harmless daddy long legs was inhabiting. Han laughs softly. “It was silly, wasn’t it? I thought somethin’ had happened to you,” he recalls as he steps towards you. As if automatic, his hands come to the back of your dress to zip it up. His gaze lifts to meet yours in the full body mirror, and it seemed like everything came down to the two of you.

“Seems like just yesterday, doesn’t it? Gettin’ you all dolled up for homecoming with that boy.” Han murmurs with a fatherly tone, his left hand against the curve of your ass as his right slowly tugs the zipper up along your back. “I told you not to go, didn’t I? But you didn’t listen - ended up gettin’ your feelings hurt.” You look down at your feet. That night was a rollercoaster of emotions; and it ended with you in Han’s arms, sobbing out a story about your ruined homecoming. He had made you your favorite dinner, brushed your hair for you, didn’t leave until he was positive you were alright. “But still, you’re ever the stubborn girl, ain’t ya?”

As you once more meet his gaze in the mirror, your cheeks flush pink, goosebumps beginning to dot along your skin. The scent of his musky cologne, his calloused hands against your skin, his intense gaze bearing down upon you - it’s all too much, but not enough.

With a gentle exhale, Han’s fingers dance along your shoulder, up to your face, and he turns your head to face him. Without a word, he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. You were hesitant at first - until his strong arms wrapped around you to turn you around and pull you into him. His hands begin to roam your body with hunger, caressing every curve and valley. Your hands reach to tangle in his soft hair, tugging him closer.

Before you knew it, your dress was bunched up above your hips and the crotch of your tights was torn open - Han’s thick fingers rubbing up and down your slit over your dampening panties. Your breath hitched in your throat as he tugged the fabric to the side, his calloused fingertips brushing against your slick entrance.

“Atta girl,” His voice, soft and deep, whispers between kisses peppered along your jaw. “Soakin’ for me, ain’t ya?” He finally pushes his fingers into you, a cocky chuckle leaving his lips as he curls his fingers, drawing a throaty moan from you. “Oh God, Han,” you gasp, reaching up to grasp at his shoulders, feeling the taut muscle beneath your touch.

“Fuck me, please,” you plead. “Need you- all of you,” The words spill from your lips with a hazed slur. Han’s fingers stop moving, glazed with your wetness as he slowly pulls them out of you. He occupies you by urging you to suck his digits clean as he fumbles with his belt and slacks, getting them undone and shoving them down into a pool of cloth around his ankles. He pushes your thighs apart and groans as he pushes into your velvety heat. “Fuck,” He stopped once he was buried to the hilt inside you, the coarse bush of hair above his cock brushing your mound.

“There we go, all in sweetheart.” Han murmurs, beginning to rock his hips back and forth with a rhythmic motion. He slid in and out with slick ease, his engorged tip bullying your cervix with every inward thrust.

The longer this went on, the more his button-up clung to his abdomen, defining the contours of his body. His muscles flexed as sweat began to dampen his hair, darkening his locks. His hands found your hips, digging into the flesh as he drives his hips into you.

“Shit,” Han hisses, his breath becoming ragged. “Where d’you want it, sugar?” You look up at him, cheeks flushed and tits bouncing. “Just - fuck - pull out,”

He obeys, pulling out of you and fisting his cock until ropes of cum spill onto your stomach. He flashes you that lopsided grin, and runs his hands up the back of your thighs. Han leans down and presses a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. “That’s my girl.”

#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's fics!#star wars #star wars smut #star wars han solo #han solo #han solo smut #han solo x reader #han solo x reader smut #han solo x you #han solo x y/n #han solo fanfic #han solo imagine #૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა bnuuy loves han solo

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