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yaksu0110 · 13 hours

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birthday boy

#artists on tumblr #art #drawing #illustration #digital illustration #star wars #fanart #star wars fanart #anakin skywalker #artwork #hayden christensen #hayden #sw anakin

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haydenshill · 3 days

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This is young professor Anakin. Before he met his controversially young future wife on both their first day of university. He isn’t her professor, but she is a freshmen.

He knows better, and wants nothing to do with her. Too bad for him, she is following her parents footsteps, and is going to be a lawyer. Considering her parents own the most successful law firm in the state, she learned at a young age that there’s always a loop hole, and nothing is ever set in stone.

Including professor Skywalkers’ unreasonable attitude towards their future children…

If any writers want to write this story, go for it! I just throw ideas out to inspire you lovely people!!! I know I have seen several professor anakin stories before, so I assume this isn’t anyone’s character, but if I’m wrong, let me know and I’ll tag them.

#hayden christensen #hayden christiansen #anakin skywalker #hayden #star wars #hayden is so pretty #professor anakin

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horrorlesbians · 25 days

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very important photo to me

#🦌#hayden #hope you’re having a good bday. tumblr misses you

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graveyard-stray · 2 months

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

I would do literally anything for him.

#hayden christensen x reader #hayden #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars #star wars x reader

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vyva-melinkolya · 6 months

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

pre order “Unbecoming” LP

#me #my music #vyva melinkolya #Hayden #ethel cain #slowcore #dreampop #post rock #power lines #powerline valley #grain #olympus photography #shoegaze

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anakinstwinklebunny · 3 months

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

#Hayden #hayden christensen #dilf!anakin #dilf anakin #star wars ani #anakin skywalker #anakin #hes so pretty #hes so fine please help me #darth vader #:haydennation #please please please #ughhhhhhhhhhh

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cheriedelune · 5 months

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"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 📓

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katiapostsss · 1 month

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DRABBLE:

hate sex with anakin skywalker.

AGH FIRST SMUT FIC IM NERVOUSS

warnings!: piv sex, usage of the word 'slut', degradation, swearing. dead dove don't eat!! (ive never written smut before so sorry in advance for any other warnings i might've left out.)

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"fuck— you."

anakin was a drug you could not stop going back to. he found ways to intoxicate you even in sleep, even in waking. he'd haunt you in your damned grave. and you got off on telling him you hated him. you made it a known fact, even as he pounded into you with relentless speed and knowing eyes. you couldn't get enough of that drug. he knew it.

"if you wanted to switch, you could've just asked earlier." that smug grin. with his dick drawing and pushing back into your needy cunt, you couldn't think about much at all. after all, he was the reason your back was arching into him more. he was the reason sweat rose and prickled across the plains of your skin, the reason sounds you'd never even known existed before left your throat so fast and loudly. his dick sheathed itself inside you again and again, each thrust eliciting more and more of that feeling. the feeling within you you knew only he could bring forth. "y'know, when you initiated."

"i— fuck— fucking hate you—" you gritted out, and felt a dark chuckle vibrate against your chest. your eyes were screwed shut and still you could imagine the look on his face. when you finally opened them, you found his own gaze was on yours. you mewled, twisting, back arching and head throwing back to break the stare. it was so hard to think about hating anakin then.

"as you've told me before." his eyes fled to that contact. to his dick in your cunt, to your wetness dampening the sheets and coating him. all of him. you could do nothing but lay there and dig your nails into his back, into his hair, his tip hitting that special spot within you over and over and his abdomen slamming against your pelvic bone in almost a pleasurable, painful way with each thrust. "but you do seem to like my cock, huh? filling you up so nicely. look at your beautiful little cunt, taking me so well. like it was waiting for me. did it fucking miss me?" his eyes were on yours again. then to your tits, jerking upwards every time he drove into you. your face screwed in desire and tears were wetting your lash line. his fingernails dug so lovely into your hips. you couldn't bear it. "answer me, slut. you don't want me to stop, right?" you bristled.

"yes— mhm!" your voice threw out. anakin's eyes met yours again. and he smiled so beautifully you felt your toes curl. you felt your nipples harden. you felt yourself dancing across that lovely edge, felt his hard cock retreat and bury back within you. "mi— missed you soo much," you drawled, and still, that grin. it grew wider, even. you didn't have time to hate him. you couldn't give into that feeling too soon, or it'd feed his pride. so you threw your head back again, and it was only pulled back to face him once more. his hand on your chin.

"that's what i fuckin' thought. look at me while i'm fucking you." your knees weakened, a heat filling your core so abruptly you moaned out into the sex-tinted air. the sound of your squelching pussy filled your ears. "such a fuckin' brat. thinking you can act like you hate me when you know damn well it's my cock you get drunk off of." his eyes darkened over. your chest pushed into his when your back involuntarily arched. "it's my cock you go home too, huh? my cock you wait for." your pussy clenched against said cock, face twisting in pure agony as your climax awaited at the end of the tunnel. you were so close.

"please, ani!" you mewled, dragging your nails down his back, fat tears trailing your cheeks. you looked like a fucking mess. a mess that made him almost tip over. his thumb pressed into your lips and you obligingly opened your mouth, desperate. his other hand reached down and you felt his fingers on your clit, eliciting a borderline-scream from you. one second more and that same finger was in your mouth. he retracted his thumb and patted your cheek, silently ordering it closed. you did so, lips circling over his fingers and sucking off your own wetness. the bitterness of what he was doing to you.

"good girls keep their fucking mouths shut."

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uh so yea

im ovulating so what can i say? 😁

anyways, i hope you liked it cause it's my first time writing smut and i'm obviously not that experienced in it— requests are always open! have a lovely day! ❤️

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hanasnx · 6 months

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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.