#hayden speaks

[haydenthewitch]

The worst thing about having a chronic pain that isn't visible to others is feeling like your whining when you say, "i'm in pain right now."

i don't ever want the pain in my knees to be categorized as the same kind of complaint as "i don't want to go to work" or "its monday." I say "my knees and joints are hurting" every day because 1. my knees and joints do hurt everyday, and it fucking sucks and 2. i want to be heard by the pepole around me saying that i'm in pain so i can never be gaslit by myself, my family, or my doctor that i'm "not in enough pain".

but when i say "i'm in a lot of pain right now" and then continue to live my life (becuse i can't sit around all day, as much as i want to) pepole assume that i'm okay enough, so therfore it's not that bad. "i'm in a lot of pain" becomes just another mundane complaint.

the thing is; my pain tollerance is HIGH. i don't talk about it much on here, But i'm a type one diabetic and i have been that way since i was SIX YEARS OLD. i've been sticking myself with needles, pricking my fingers to draw blood, dealing with insulin and medical supplies since i was six. i know my body better than most 18 year olds do, so when i say that recently i've been a 9 on the 1-10 pain scale evry day for the past couple of months I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

When i say "my joints hurt", i mean that i can FEEL bones grinding and clicking against one another. When i say "i've been sitting for too long and now my hips are fucked" i mean that walking becomes diffucuclt for me and sometimes i have to hobble down the school halways like how my grandmother walks. when i say "my knees are in pain" i mean that it feels like a liquid hot, searing pain in my joints that feels like a poker melting my skin off. WHEN I SAY I'M IN PAIN, IT'S NOT A MUNDANITY, ITS EXCUTRIATING AND I WISH I WOULD BE TAKEN SEROUISLY.

I cant stand for a 10 minute conversation, my knees would buckle. I might need a bench in my shower, becuse for the past few weeks i've been sitting in my shower floor to shampoo and conditon my hair. I can't sit criss-cross anymore or it will fuck up my entire day. I've resorted to taking a bathroom break in every single class every day so i can stand up becuse if i sit for longer than 30 minutes in one of those school desks every joint in my lower back and spine and legs starts screaming at me. i only feel comfortable laying down, fully stretched out, on my back. If i sleep wrong, i'm in pain from the molment i wake up.

ITS NOT A FUCKING COMPLAINT OR EXCUSE WHEN I SAY I'M IN PAIN. ITS MY LIFE.

#type one diabetic #type one diabetes #cronic pain #chronic pain #chronic illness #chronic fatigue #chronically ill #joint pain #i'm fucking 18 i shouldn't have to feel this #i'm so tired of this #hayden speaks #rant #rant post #medical rant

[bowerywilliam]

Me trying to read that omegaverse fic post with my limited spanish like 👀

the fic is already up if you wanna polish those spanish skills reading omegaverse football fanfiction 😂😂

#hayden speaks #mutuals:kayla

[yelmor-boots]

sooooo, may or may not visit canada by the end of this year if we manage to get the money for it and/or things line up right and its fuckin terrifying, i’m gonna be honest.

#hayden speaks #ignore me #or don't #free will is a thing do what you want

[fleuraimer]

hi girlies :)). i've got another breeding blurby to share, thank ms. bubbles @harrysonlylover.

wc: 1.6k

cw: talk of menstrual and ovulation cycle, smut, minors dni, 17+, breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

Some people might say that the extent of his knowledge and control over Y/N’s life is not healthy. They might even suggest that his possessive behavior is a red flag, too. The constant messaging, always knowing her location, who she’s with, when she’s with them, why, how…

They didn’t tend to think of it that way. Love comes in all forms and theirs is… different.

Y/N likes being controlled. She wants him to know everything about her. She fucking craves the comfort of being taken care of for the price of absolutely nothing.

Well, maybe a few things.

Her obedience, for one, was expected (required). Her honesty, and loyalty. Her submission, too (although, sometimes, he liked to submit to her).

They’d found a simple way of living on some inherit, basic principles.

One, Y/N loved to be taken care of.

Two, he loved to take care of her.

So that was that. He was controlling, and she reveled in the power imbalance, and they didn’t care if others didn’t understand it, or like it, or even respect it. It was theirs, and it was enough.

It was fucking perfect.

One of the many ways he kept a tight leash on Y/N’s life was by tracking her menstrual cycle. He liked being ahead of the game—warm bath with waterlily scented suds ready for when she arrived home after her courses, her favorite sweet treats scattered across the kitchen island, Gilmore Girls queued up on his laptop, candles lit and heating pad at attention. Keeping track of her period meant knowing other things, intuitively, too. Like knowing that her cramps were worst on the first few days ( they were horrendous the last days too, though), that she’s more cuddly and soft than irritable or grumpy, that if she was too— no, severely stressed, overworking herself mentally, emotionally, and physically, she’d more likely than not work herself into a dreadful tizzy and end up intensifying (or even sometimes missing) her cycle.

Like now.

The poor thing, she was curled up in a frail little ball by end of the night every day this past week, deadlines looming over her head like a dark, rainy cloud as midterms approach. And, stubborn angel girl she is, she doesn’t bleat and moan about it to him. She doesn’t weep into his chest about how difficult this time is the way he encourages her to. She holds her chin high until the sun falls from the sky, her perseverance going with it, the stars and moon left to keep her and her misery company. And him, of course.

So, before the height of her period—when the red devil actually rears her ugly little head instead of inspiring trepidation of the inevitable with sore tits, an achy spine, and mental anguish—he thinks he’ll treat her a bit. And perhaps himself, as well (what? periods meant ovulating, and ovulating meant a lot of things).

———

Y/N’s head is quiet for the first time in days, and it’s all because of him.

As if anyone else could do what he does for her.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in the place he’s nuzzled into her neck, littered with love bites and bruises. His cock is stuffed in her drippy pussy, stretching her deliciously over his thick, lengthy girth; his strong, beefy arms trapping her body to his like a vice.

Cowgirl usually makes Y/N’s thighs sore, but he’d taken the liberty of doing all the work tonight. He was in no mood for teasing, nor mocking or degrading. She wasn’t his whore tonight, just his girl. His soft, gorgeous, sensitive girl that deserved a sweet fucking after all the tears she’d choked down this week.

She needed a good cry.

“My little pillow princess, Yeah?” He mumbles, peaking up at her sluggish form. She’s slumped into him, head lain on his shoulder uselessly, hands gripping the tight Henley he’d neglected to rid himself of in the rush of their lustrous dance. She manages a nod, however, lazy and slow, but, somehow, still urgent. Frantic. In the glow of her eye, he can see, she adores that idea. “Yeah,” He nods, gripping the soft curve of her jaw to move her head with him, “My girl.”

She whimpers, but doesn’t speak. Too exhausted, too sedated. His cum is addicting, and if it were a drug, she’d inject it right into her veins (up her cunt).

Her arms wind around his neck, fingers spreading through the curly, sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape. Her nails tickle him, in the best way, only adding to the allure of her being. Of her mere presence.

Her hips swivel, rocking against his to create a mind-numbing sensation that has them both mewling. His cock stretches her out and fills her up completely, felt in the deepness of her tummy. Her lashes flutter when she feels him twitch inside of her, a sign that he’s close (she’d realize that she’s much closer if she had the brain capacity to think of anything other than him).

The thought—of his cum filling her to the point of spilling around their joined parts, a filthy mess between their legs—makes her dizzy. Eager. She’d been good, so good, this week, hadn’t she?

Fed herself, cleaned herself, went to class on time, even though school made her unpleasantly weak in the knees. She studied every day for at least three hours at the library, before trudging home with bleary eyes and a foggy head, only to do more studying.

She deserved a treat, right? A reward for staying in line, for not being bratty or whiny when he was busy and all she wanted was for her brain to shut off.

Now, with the opportunity before her (to go totally brain-dead, that is), she refuses to not seize the moment.

“Come,” she says suddenly, catching him mildly off guard.

Oh? She wanted to order him around?

“Please.”

Oh. Guess not.

“Please, please, come, Sir, I want it, so fucking bad,” she whines, mouthing at the chain sitting delicately across his neck. It’s nearly out of place; something so frail and pretty looks almost comical gracing his large, stocky figure. Perhaps that’s how those judgy people saw them, out of place.

She didn’t care though, she thought it looked nice on him. He made it look nice. Made it better, just like he makes everything better.

“Wan’ me t’a stuff you up, Babydoll?” he grunts, thankful that she’d somehow picked up on his primitive, feral need. Or maybe she just wanted it just as bad. “Fill you with my come and make you m’messy girl?”

“Yes, please,” she cries faintly, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, hiding her face in his neck as the tears finally start to flow.

How precious.

“Okay,” he sighs, his hands trailing from her hips to the plush, full of her ass. “I’ll fill y’up, Sugar.” He lifts her up, letting his cock slip from her fluttering hole to the tip— less than the tip. He smears himself onto her clit, making her jolt, and spanks her in reprimand. “Stay still for Daddy,” he scolds softly. “Lemme do my job.”

She cries pitifully when her thrusts back inside, hard. And he doesn’t lighten up. Not in the slightest. He pounds his cock into her small pussy, chasing his orgasm, trying to claim hers, bullying his way through her tight snatch to find them.

“Play with your pouty clit, Doll,” he offers. “Wan’ y’to come with me; cream my fat cock, Baby.”

Y/N does not need to be told twice.

One hand drops from the back of his head to toy with her swollen button, and it takes three weak twirls of her delicate fingers to get her there. He’s not far behind, nuzzling into her neck once more, mirroring her own position on top of him, groaning out profanities as his orgasm washes over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. He continues to drill his cock into her until his legs give out, trembling beneath her own.

They pant heavily, in unison, into each others necks as they start to come down.

He feels good, accomplished. He can feel that satisfaction rolling off of his girl in waves—felt it throughout their soft session—and it was more than enough to keep him happy. His orgasm was just a much appreciated bonus.

And Y/N… she feels great. Cunt clenching over his half-hard cock, full of him, literally, in every way she could be. Thoughts silenced and replaced with rose hued daydreams, floaty, fuzzy sensations that tingle through her entire body and make her slightly sluggish, slow. She feels fucking amazing.

“Hope it takes…” she admits softly, absently. The phrase slips off of her tongue without thought (we’ve established that their are none left in that subby head of hers), and her tone suggests she’s not expecting a reaction.

He gives her one, anyway.

“Say that again,” he demands, grip on her ass tightening, his voice grumbly, deep, shooting a shiver up her spine.

“Huh?”

“Tell Daddy what the fuck you just said, Babydoll.”

Her eyes round out even more, if possible, lips parted, gazing owlishly. Stupidly.

“Said, ‘I hope it takes,’ Daddy,” She whimpers quietly, squeezing around his, once again, stiff prick.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes fluttering.

It’s like she wanted to stay locked on his cock all night.

…Oh well.

So be it.

“It’ll take, Sugar,” he says after a few moments of tense silence, shifting her up gently, manhandling her with a softness that makes her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. He presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, sweet. Contradictory.

“Daddy’ll make it take.”

#evelyn speaks #i hope this cheers u up bubbles :((( #sending love kithes and hugs <33 #harry styles x reader #jon bernthal x reader #sebastian stan x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #drew starkey x reader #rudy pankow x reader #chris evans x reader #ross lynch x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #jermey allen white x reader #carlos sainz x reader #cillian murphy x reader #tom hardy x reader #hayden christensen x reader #andrew garfield x reader #smut #smutty fic #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[theostrophywife]

toxic men with dead eyes and a nicotine addiction do you wanna fuck i mean do you wanna i mean fuck i mean

#yall don’t understand the obsession i had with hayden #and now lorenzo like clearly i have a type #♡ jess speaks. #hayden christensen #lorenzo zurzolo

[luvthegame]

nsfw warning!

you CANNOT wear lingerie around ANAKIN. That man would fuck you in absolutely anything, and the very idea of you wearing something that was made to be enticing to him??? oh yeah, it's ripped. Whether you spend a stupid amount of money on it or not, he doesn't care during the moment. It's in shreds on the floor, and he's pounding your soaking cunt before you can even process it. Sometimes he'll stuff the shredded lingerie in your mouth when you need to keep quiet while he fucks you like a machine. That man is absolutely feral if you put it on, and after a while, there's an unspoken understanding that you just can't wear it around him, unless you wanna be railed all night. after that rule is semi established, if you decide to wear some anyway... you're fucked. he's all over you like a dog in heat. You're sore for a week afterwards. But of course, Anakin's a sweetheart to you when is cock isn't hard as steel. The next day he'd feel bad about ruining your lingerie, especially if it was expensive. He'd probably give you what credits (or money if this is modern) and treat you to a day out. Anakin's aftercare game is as good as his actual sex game is, you're never not well cared for with him. Can't say the same for the lingerie though....

#june speaks now. #june’s thoughts. #june's hayden tag. #june’s star wars tag. #june's anakin tag. #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #//im so normal guys #//maybe i'm ovulating

[darthxdaddi]

BABY!! (*´∀｀*)

#hayden christensen #i love him #he looks so baby #jay speaks

[guardian-angle22]

Variety's Actors on Actors | Hayden Christensen loving Diego Luna's work + Diego's reactions

#hayden christensen #diego luna #star wars cast #i warned people I wouldn't be normal about this interview when it dropped #and I did not lie #the way these two just spent half this interview just complimenting each others work #hayden speaking absolute facts here btw #ugh i just love them both so much #my gifs

[homosherb]

do you see my vision?

#they all make music for dead people!! #florence + the machine #florence welch #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #noah kahan #ethel cain #hayden anhedönia #sherb speaks

[coryosbaby]

Might be moving out soon and am 100% redoing my room and making a shrine of Hayden Christensen 🩷

These will be the first to go up 🤭🤭

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #Sam Monroe #star wars #bunny speaks ͟͟͞☆

[anakinshours]

came.

#sam monroe #belle speaks!! #hayden christensen #sam monroe is literally cuddling me rn #my boyfriend 😍😍

[syl-stormblessed]

Hayden Christensen

#you agree. reblog. #that’s it that’s the post #vin speaks #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #star wars #the clone wars #ahsoka #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #revenge of the sith #attack of the clones #the phantom menace #obi wan kenobi

[emmafallsinlove]

i cannot stress this enough how annoyed i am to think about how dean and logan got to meet christopher but jess didn't..... because they knew jess would call him out on his bullshit and we, as the audience, we deserved it <3

#jess mariano #anti christopher hayden #gilmore girls #or speaks now

[simstoyourdismay]

i am genuinely so obsessed with watching album reviews of preacher's daughter.. like i'm sitting there wanting to ask these reactors: how did it make you feel? did you catch on to the storyline? what did you think of the vocals and the production? was there anything that stood out to you specifically? what aspects of it did you enjoy? what aspects of it did you dislike? how did it make you feel?

#i am so obsessed with this album it's insane #i'm just so in love with it #it was done so beautifully what a masterpiece #ethel cain #ethelcain #preachers daughter #preachersdaughter #preacher's daughter #hayden anhedönia #mothercain #mother cain #atlas speaks

[your-nanas-house]

Hi darlings! I really wanna hurt myself apparently but I'm aching to write some kinky stuff of Anakin Skywalker or some Hayden Christensen's characters.

Any ideas? 💋 (also AUs, anything honestly)

#nana speaks 🍓 #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x y/n #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen x you #ANY HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN'S CHARACTERS

[luvthegame]

ANAKIN who cannot stand the thought of you in any sort of pain. so much so he hates it when you're on your cycle. you two's force bond is so close that he can feel when you're uncomfortable, he can sense your feelings and emotions. when you're halfway across the galaxy with your own battalion, hiding in the bathroom and trying not to cry because of the pain from your menstrual cramps, anakin can feel it as he listens to the chancellor drone on about politics. he knows how bad you feel on your cycle. when you get irritable at everyone, and then later cry in his arms because you "didn't mean to be *that* mean!", anakin's heart aches. so, when he senses you're in pain, he's at your side instantly. how does he manage to make an excuse to see you so much? no one knows. but there he is, making you drink water and glaring at anyone who dares to make a comment about your attitude. he's like your guard dog.

#june speaks now. #june’s thoughts. #june's hayden tag. #june’s star wars tag. #june's anakin tag. #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x female reader #mention of menstrual cycle #tw periods #tw menstrual cycle #just in case #anyways can you tell i'm cramping rlly bad #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x reader fluff #? #hayden christensen x reader