#m: hayden

[horrorlesbians]

very important photo to me

[graveyard-stray]

No because why is he so fine. Like actually what the hell.

I would do literally anything for him.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

Your current boyfriend used to be the jock that shoved emo-freak SAM MONROE into lockers. And now Sam’s got you moaning his name while his skinny boy cock rearranges your insides. Who needs all that muscle when you’ve got a sleep-deprived pill-popping grunge cunt destroyer filling up the empty space in your bed? Is he doing this to get back at your soon-to-be-ex? No. He’s always loved you. Always wanted you. Looked after you in envy while you were with that air-headed football player. He’s only got the confidence to fuck you now though. He’ll worry about his future broken nose later. Currently, all that matters is getting you to squirt all over the mattress so his old bully comes home to soaked sheets that smell of sweet betrayal.

[vyva-melinkolya]

“222” out now. Thank you for crooning by the water with me @mothercain

pre order “Unbecoming” LP

[katiapostsss]

two words: desperate men.

anakin skywalker, whose cool heeding and quiet stern change completely when you're rolling your hips on his cock, hands on his sweaty abs, perched atop him and facing him directly so he can see every contort of your face, every bounce of your breasts.

anakin skywalker, who once vowed he'd only take, never beg, but moans such pretty little lewd sounds just for your ears, soft pleas forming your name over and over again.

you're everything all at once to him. he's never had anything like you. you, who makes him hard with even the slightest touch, and knows it. you, who has taken every ounce of dignity from him, he once warded so heavily against.

"please— fuck please—" he whines out, his chest rising and falling with his every, labored breath. you look like a goddess atop him, drawing yourself up and down his dick rapidly, moving your pussy in tune with his fervent bucks.

the sounds he makes are borderline pornographic. his hands are on your hips, trying to drive his own upward, trying to get into every fucking inch of you. "i'll be so good.. i'll be such— a— fuck— good boy...!" he cries, face flushed.

and the snarky smile that comes easy to your lips has his cock twitching within you. "yea, you'll be good for me?" you ask, cocking your head. he can only moan a pathetic whine in response, trying to guide your hips. finally, you let him.

you grab his head and shove it to your boob.

he quickly catches the memo and latches his lips to your nipple, suckling as he stares up at you for confirmation that he is indeed, doing good. you throw your head back and groan, nodding. "yea, such a good boy, ani..."

and he's rutting up faster, trying to pleasure you as best he can but ending up only pleasuring himself further. he doesn't know what to do with himself in his heat, his desire compelling him to fall limp and just keep rutting up, but his wanting for your release keeping him going strong. his lips detach and reattach as he tries to do two things at once, but he can't, spit stringing and falling down his chin and your bare boobs.

"fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," he cries out, lifting you up and forcing you back onto him so your body can meet his thrusts. "need it— need you so bad! shit!" and all his attempts to get you to cum end up getting him to in the end. he's toppling over that edge and shooting his thick load into your tight pussy, crying and begging like a pathetic bitch in heat, tears down his face, cock sputtering within you.

"such a good boy— so good— just for you—! promise it!" he chokes out, head falling limp occasionally as he tried his hardest not to lose his senses, stammering your name weakly. "only yours—! yours—"

words he never thought he'd say. but here he is.

.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

I need him biblically, I need him in a way that it's concerning to the feminism

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Warning: NSFW ART for Stalker!Anakin

MDNI 18+

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[eurodynamic]

HAYDEN Fields of Mistria (demo) dev. NPC Studio

[jediavengers]

Anakin breeding kink… he’s obsessed with the idea of you being full with his seed so he just fucks you until he physically cant anymore

YES. And once he finishes fucking you, he’d put a pillow underneath your hips and make you stick your legs up while he pushes his cum back into you with his fingers. imagine him looking down at you and just smirking that cocky little smirk he does.

“look at you, filled to the brim.” anakin would tut, breathless and droopy eyed. “tight little pussy can’t even hold all of my cum, can it?”

[meroaw]

tried a different design for him

[horrorlesbians]

no thoughts just these photos from hayden’s instagram story

[cheriedelune]

"𝓞ne day I’m gonna see your byline in some magazine or a newspaper and I’m gonna think I was lucky enough to love that girl." — Sebastian Kydd 📓

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

CLAY BERESFORD has to sit down when he gets too exhilarated. When life moves too fast, his heart can’t take it. Breath quickens, eyes haze. He used to power through it, and that’d only make it worse. Now he’s learned the signs, knows to catch it early. The first time you’d kissed him, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stand. A flock of butterflies inhabited his insides, frenzying in a flurry whenever he’d remember what it felt like to touch your lips on his. At that point, he’d believed his heart condition was common knowledge. His mother, his associates, his friends, all constantly brought it up. But you, you were genuinely caught off guard, catching him tenderly ‘round the arm when he’d shown signs of fatigue. Gentle as you could be, you softened the impact to his seat when his legs gave out.

“It, uh, it’s fine. I’ll be fine,” he had rambled, fishing out his meds from his pocket. His trembling hands struggled against the top, but you were there to loosen it for him. You had sat with him until he was ready. He’d never thought hovering around him could be so romantic, especially since he’s not one to care for smothering.

Now, it’s marginally manageable. That thrill he avoids occasionally hits him at the peak of love-making. You can read him, you can see the signals clearly written on him. In the ways he tips his head back, mouth agape to take in more oxygen, how his eyes glaze over, and his grip loosens. There’s less of his attention to go around. You can hear the strain in his grunts; there’s a stutter in his hips, he’s pushing himself too hard while he pushes himself inside you.

“Clay,” you warn, “slow down. It’s happening again.” Your claws brace against his rotator cuff, directing him to back up which he ignores. His body continues to roll, his tip brushing that spongy spot inside you. Regardless if it feels good, if the sheen of sweat on your skin is a result of ardently chasing your lusts, you can’t let him do this to himself again.

“No, no,” he objects, “I can do it this time. I can do it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, crying out over how he hardens his pace instead of receding it. It weakens your muscle in fighting him off. If you can just sever the connection, he’ll remember, he’ll calm down and take a breather. “Clay!”

But you can’t fend him off.

His forehead drops to your shoulder, alerting you to open your eyes. You don’t bother noticing anything else. “Clay? Clay? Are you alright? Talk to me,” Newfound strength floods you, rolling him over to straddle him, his arm thrown haphazardly above his head. His heavy lidded gaze flutters as you pat at his face. “Baby? Speak to me, can you hear me?”

He hums. A low, gravely drawl as his hands venture to your hips. “Baby,” he drags out each of these word, “Fuck… baby, so good.” The air in his chest rapidly falls, panting. You know this isn’t right, yet he makes decisions for you, digging his fingers into the plush of your flesh as he moves you back and forth. His cock fully seated inside you while it brushes your insides.

“Wait, but you’re—“ you protest, but it’s unconvincing. There’s few things you enjoy more than sitting on every inch of his length, the new angle granting you electric shocks up your spine with each rock.

“Feeling so good, my love. Better than I ever have. Better than I ever will.” his sweet words mean the world to you, his soft smile adorning his handsome features as he peeks slyly at you through the narrow sliver of his lids. “Don’t make me stop. Please? I don’t wanna stop.” How can you refuse him?

You figure it’s less pressure on him to be underneath you; you feel more secure in riding him like this. So you move his hands up, allowing them to handle your torso while you do the work. He sits back, and looks pretty for you, while you use him up.

[vyva-melinkolya]

Brian Eno- “Weightless”

[katiapostsss]

anakin skywalker would be SUCH boyfriend material, but not in the harsh love and dark romance type of way, let's be honest.

he'd be the type of boyfriend to hold your face in both hands when he kisses you, learn to braid so he can toy with your hair at night. constant and incessant "i missed you"'s and YEARNING, but really, he just can't help it. he'd be the distantly jealous type, not the rude and controlling, because he isn't possessive of you, just so infatuated, that his first thoughts are 'what am i doing wrong?'

a relationship with him would mean random "i love you"'s just for being your usual self around him, it would mean experiencing the heart-bursting feeling of overwhelming euphoria to the point where you don't even know what to do with yourself. he'd be such a cameron james from 10 things i hate about you instead of a patrick verona.

point being, anakin skywalker would love you THOROUGHLY, not jaggedly or harshly.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

I simply do not care how old he is (he's still so fine 😭)