he's a grown ass man she needs to quit being a fucking parasocial slut because he's never going to date her no matter how provocative she dresses, how much money she spends or how many clothes she makes
what's next a custom pair of boxer briefs with "from your future baby mama gabi with love vetiver"???
seriously someone cut this bitch down a peg everyone begs also she allegedly has no legal license for her business yet she's using hayden as "free promotion" for her brand so if anyone wants to report that go for it
what the actual fuck😭😭😭😭is she like an hormonal teenager or what??? PLUS SHES A GROWN ASS WOMAN WTH SHE NEED TO GET HERSELF TOGETHER OMG😭😭😭😭😭
((sorry for every grammar mistake,, english isn’t my first language hope the message reaches everybody))
i’ve been reading on tumblr about the parasocial behavior around Hayden,, as a big fan of him i wanted to express my opinion about it,, and i think we reached a point where if you talk about Hayden people just talk about this phenomenon and everything.
This phenomenon has been around the past few weeks (or this is what i heard around reddit,, X/twitter,, tumblr and tiktok) and honestly im really worried for hayden and his entire family (i mean rachel and his daughter)
I think admiring,, using as a big inspo,, seeing as a comfort person (like of you’re sad and see one of his movie might help you😭😭) an actor as hayden,, or anything that doesn’t involve ROMANTIC FEELINGS is totally normal,, as an hayden fan i totally see hayden as a big inspiration,, i love everything the fandom does about this man,, like the fanarts,, the fanfic ABOUT HIS CHARACTER!,, the edit,, even the post about him at comic or his interview,, they really appassionate me and thats a good side of this beautiful fandom.
The side i hate is the fandom who sexualise him or think they could have something with them, that is the side i hate and this is called Parasociality,, i think the internet made celebrities look like they dont have feelings or just people who were born to receive those kind of comments. Hayden already got so much hate in the early 2000s because of starwars making him really anxious and now this thing is happening again but nobody talks about it enough.
this problem doesn’t afflict only hayden but even his family,, i read about rachel getting death threats because she broke up w him,, if you read and see some interviews they released in 2017(if im sure so dont take all my words like gold)) they made the decision together because they personality didnt match anymore. I think everyone in our life had a beautiful relationship and ended because of personality or personal problems,, i’am one of this person and im still friends w my ex because we didn’t want to ruin our friendship. Still they are mature enough and both of them are doing a wonderful job co-parenting their daughter. And since we don’t know much about hayden and rachel lifes we dont really know why they broke up,, we just know they had personality problems. People on tiktok being like “oh rachel left hayden because he was too introvert!” “hayden cheated on rachel w emma roberts!!” “rachel abused hayden!” “rachel abuse her daughter!” “hayden isnt briar bio-dad” we dont know that so please inform yourself first.
if you’re this kind of person please seek help and get off the social media for a bit might help your mental health.
i hope this post might help someone understand what’s happened in this fandom and i repeat if you’re a person w this “mental illness” please seek help and help yourself
Summary: Making an odd match in the neighborhood, Sweetheart Nadine finds sudden enjoyment in becoming a pleaser for the town’s rude oddball— an emo stoner known as Hayden who is never up to any good.
Author’s Note: Images are mostly from the movie ‘Life as a House’ (2001)! I have never seen it, so I don’t refer to him as his character ‘Sam Monroe’ because I am sure his character is nothing like this LMAOOO! Anyways, hope you all enjoy! XOXOXO💋
Warnings: Power play, situationship, opposites attract, no sex but talk of it, fondling, dry humping, a bunch of teasing, over stim, edging, dirty talk, ultimatums, toxic af, slight bdsm, lowkey emo!Hayden, mean!Hayden, stoner!Hayden, Dom!Hayden, sadist!Hayden, ownership kink!Hayden, breeding kink!Hayden, Sweetheart!OC, naive!OC, goody goody!OC, degradation kink!OC, pleaser kink!OC, hyperfem!OC, sub!OC smutty, kinky, 18+, short story, forgive me for any errors, etc lol.
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The only thing that Hayden and Nadine have in common is the fact that they both live on the same street. Other than that, they should be strangers. Instead, they have a relationship dynamic that would even puzzle the brilliant Einstein.
The door of his '98 Ford Explorer swings open at two-am on the money. It's cold in DC tonight, fifty degrees and raining but that has little do with their late meet ups. Hayden can be cruel like that, and as for Nadine, she is as pathetic for him as a girl can come.
She trembles and quickly shuts the door behind her, now making his already aged car cushions soggy with rain. "Ew. You're soaked."
"No kidding." Her response is sarcastic, yet she still showed up outside her home the very moment that he had texted her to come out.
"Well, why didn't you wear a jacket?"
Her tired eyes from being awoken from a deep slumber cut toward him sharply, "your text specifically said to come out just as I am... So here I am, in soggy slippers."
"I did say that, didn't I?"
He chuckles, "my bad I'm pretty toasted right now— just wanted to see what you wear to bed at night." Partially telling the truth, he skips past the part where he admits to his unlimited mind games and tests— still curious about how far she is willing to let him push her.
"So?" He passes his already rolled and lit joint after a french-inhale. "Am I gonna smoke you out, or what?"
"No thanks, I can't even stand the smell of it."
Nadine tilts every vent in the car in her direction, praying that the heat in this hoopty will warm her body before catching a deadly case of pneumonia, or perhaps she'll settle for the air blowing the smell of dank out of her face.
Hayden watches her every move, chortling with cruel belittlement, "fucking dweeb."
As the car is shifted into gear, he drives them half a mile from their street— a place where they are free to do whatever that he wants, being that the cute pleaser in his passenger seat seems to listen to every word he has to say.
Parked beneath the local bridge, the classic rock playing on the car's stereo is drowned out by the patter of rain on his tented windows.
He stares quietly through the shadows...
Hayden's handsome gaze glimmers with the few catching street lights around them, as it does on his randomly self-inflicted piercings.
"So, this is what you wear to sleep, huh?" Making gentle fun of her boy shorts and tank top, his stare glues to her chest... The rain has stuck the thin fabric of the white tank-top to Nadine's skin like glue. If there were a wet-Tshirt contest somewhere tonight, surely her D-cups with the most perfect teardrop droop would win her first place.
"Shit, you really are cold..." he focuses in even harder at her prominent peaks, "fucking freezing, actually.
"I get it."
Crossing her arms over her chest, Nadine rolls her eyes as her time is continuing to be wasted during the hours she could be asleep, "Hayden, I don't mean any harm, but... What do you want with me tonight? I have to be at work early in the morning and—"
"I know your schedule by heart."
His hand full of skulls and other silver rings takes hold of her arms, moving them out of the way of his view. "I'm outside your job every fucking day, I don't need any reminding."
Muted by his abrupt tone, she can't argue, because it's all true. Ever since they began hanging out, she hasn't had to spend her tiny checks from working at the shopping mall on gas for her car and not even food... When it comes to being a gentleman, Hayden could never. But, keeping her fed and chauffeured seems to be his honor— perhaps even a joy, with a few scattered insults and the occasional grope in between.
"Now come over here."
Stern in his ways, Nadine nods in obedience.
She climbs over the center console, stumbling sheepishly into his lap.
Hayden rolls his eyes, gasping a sharp exhale as she flops against his lean body. "Nice." He mocks her, struggling to speak as the air is pushed out of his lungs. "Graceful as a swan."
"S—Sorry."
...
"You are pretty sorry, aren't you? Forget it, lean back."
Seated against the crotch of his cargos, she does as told, leaning her back against his chest as her head lays onto one of his shoulders.
From this angle, Hayden looks so peaceful...
So handsome up this close to his features, Nadine could easily mistake this moment as being his calm in the midst of whatever storm brews inside him. Maybe his fierceness with her is all an act, perhaps she is his comfort after all.
The smell of conditioner on her dripping curls fills up the entirety of his senses, he feels her watching... He even enjoys the way that she stares.
Smelling good, and feeling even fucking better, it aches the young man not to turn this girl every which way but loose— show her how it feels to be his human cocksleeve...
But, even as cruel as he can be— he has just as much patience as well. Sex is good, but tormenting is better.
His open palms caress the damp skin of Nadine's thighs, immediately growing goosebumps on her flesh wherever his knuckles drag across.
If only she knew how he had wished for this all night...
How he tossed and turned at the thought of her, and not even tugging one out to her image could have made him feel complete.
Steadfast on the sight of his plush pink lips, Nadine's pout parts ever so slightly as she awaits his kiss...
'Please.' Mentally, she begs.
But a kiss would of course be far too sweet, caring, and gentle for a man that gets his rocks off by being the human embodiment of a rain cloud.
"Well?" He interrupts their moment of quiet, innocent, romance together. "Get me hard."
"Oh." She gulps, "right..."
Slowly beginning to grind her ass against his lap, it's unknown to why excitement fills her body with his every command...
The day that they first met, Hayden had knocked at the door of her house complaining about a stolen package from off his front porch. Tears filled Nadine's eyes as he towered over her in the doorframe of her own home, cussing her, and threatening her. She wasn't the one who stole his package, obviously, but she was just the one that felt good to place the blame on.
When the door shut, Hayden went on his way and found the correct neighbor who was the porch-pirate, and Nadine wept from how hurt she felt being spoken to like that— However, as her knees quaked and butterflies ate away at her stomach, she found out something about her self that day— that being degraded made her more aroused than it made her upset...
"You can't look at me like that, Nadine."
Her eyes— so puppy like and full of not one cruel thought. It makes the need to damage her that much heavier on him.
"Like what?"
"You know just what you do, and when you do it. Don't play dumb with me. You look at me like—"
A hand on her hip directs her to drive down harder against his lap. "Like I'm your whole world or something."
"At the moment, aren't you?"
Heated beneath the roll of her body, Hayden hisses from the gnawing ache of a cock that feels like stone against his jeans.
"You know— this isn't going to last forever." He grabs her face. A hand full of her soft features squashing her full lips into a pucker.
"I know." Her words come out muffled, still stuck in his grasp.
"You're gonna marry some fucking square who will never make you cum, and I— well, god only knows where I'll be, but I damn sure won't be someone's husband."
Words repeated a million times... But the young woman has never been hard at hearing. She heard him the first time he said this, still, it won't be the last time it is said— because saying it out loud is a way of reminding and convincing himself more than it is for Nadine.
"I know." She repeats.
"Do you?" He pushes the matter further, stern and grouchy in his every way. "I said that there's nothing coming from this Nadine, so why are you still here?"
"Because, you told me too."
...
Hayden bites his bottom lip, catching his teeth on his lip piercing to physically restrain himself from turning animalistic. Her words ache him... Hooking up with this girl for only a few weeks now and she's already so well versed.
Everything that comes out of her goddamn mouth— so perfect. Glancing at her elongated swan-like neck, he knows just the collar and leash that would complement her luscious bronze skin. "Because I told you so... good." He rewards her degrading honesty with a kiss, the affection she had been silently begging for as she watched against his chest. "Because I told you to get me hard, and you haven't stopped working for it since."
Nadine gulps, mind becoming mush from his delicious torment and her body worn tired from so much grinding. "Exactly."
Hayden's hands lift below her thighs, parting one foot on the driver's door of his car, and the other nearing the gears in the center console— spread like this, his reach is suddenly placed between her legs, touching warmth through the crotch of her pajama shorts and palming the bounce of fat pussy hidden beneath fabric.
She lets out a deep breath, amped and ready for whatever as his wide hand cups her sex like he owns it.
His fingers begin to knead...
Dough-like as the bed of his digits massage in sickening circles, fondling Nadine through her clothes and arching her spine from lying against him.
Releasing a chuckle dark and low, she can tell that he has no compliment on its way— just something degrading to make her redden in shame.
"What are you wearing under these shorts?"
"Mmph— just underwear." Her voice tightens with a moan, wanting to squeal from his skilled teasing.
"Two layers of clothes—" Hayden lifts his hand, showing the gloss of her arousal that soaks her clothes like a sponge. "Shorts and a pair of panties, and my fingers are already beginning to prune. It's pathetic how wet you get."
"Yes, pathetic." Blushing with guilt, Nadine's body bucks forward as his hand returns to toying with her.
"Fuck, you're a mess." His belittlement continues as a warm whisper against her lips. "Just a touch wrecks you."
"I want more."
From gripping the door handle, Nadine reaches for his hand— wishing to place it inside her clothes for an even more intimate feel. Hoping to feel the chafe of his calluses, the pinch of his rings, and even the slip of a digit or two inside of her.
"But you don't need more, you're already so close." Hayden swats her hand away, choking with diabolical laughter as he watches her thighs begin to tremble and the curling of her toes in her fuzzy slippers. "You could've done this at home, couldn't you? Pat your own pussy and wouldn't even have to mess up your manicure."
Bratty, untamed, finding this treatment to be irrevocably painful, Nadine whines as her knees crash in on his fondling.
"I swear I'll stop." He threatens.
"Please don't." Breathy and impatient for a climax that is making her clit throb with its own heartbeat, she gives in, willing to submit and accept whatever he's willing to share with her tonight.
"Work for it." Hayden places her hand over his...
Their fingers entwine as she forces his touch deeper against the wet shorts until every seam teases at her sensitive folds.
"Sss! Uh-god!" Fully awoken from her night's rest, her cum makes every muscle in her tiny frame tense into shock. She would hate for the evening to end after this... Needy as ever, she's full of lust for this man. Young and far too inflamed to care for what their future could ever hold.
"Hayden please, I'll call out tomorrow, take me back home— to the backseat, I don't care, just fuck me."
"I can't." Still new at whatever they have, he knows that after a few weeks of giving each other head, making out, and other forms of foreplay— Nadine isn't keen to even half the damage he wants to cause her.
"Why? I'm telling you— look how ready I am." She lifts their hands from the defined stain of pleasure in the crotch of her shorts... Pussy so numb and toyed with that the swelling definition of its site makes Hayden have to physically gulp back his thirst for it.
"I wouldn't be able to give you what you're used to." He admits. "Nothing sweet and vanilla."
She moans through their tongue kiss, sucking in his bottom lip with a gentle pull. "It doesn't have to be vanilla, do whatever you want, I won't stop you. How many condoms do you have?"
"Exactly, Nadine." He interrupts with a smacking pull from her kiss. "When I fuck you, there will be no glove— I want to feel every inch of you."
"So what? You're a guy, just time it."
"I'm not pulling out, dumbass. I'd fill you with so much cum it would squirt from your nose!" Hayden sighs, she's not ready. His hands now slippery with her dripping pleasure pause at her hips. "It's late, I need to get you home..."
Nadine doubles down on the matter. "Fine, I will start the pill. What's the big deal?"
Again, he refuses— another added kink of needing to breed, he can't help but wonder how cute she'd look fat with his kid. "Nope, the risk is the biggest reward... Like I said, you're too vanilla."
"Hayden."
"I'd make it hurt, Nadine." He makes it extremely clear this time. Sure she's taken his eight inches down her throat, but it's different when he is ramming it against her spine, and using her every hole at his own whim.
"Tears, bruises, numb in the brain— I want to break you down mentally and physically."
...
She pauses.
Suddenly, Nadine has to rethink what she's asking for— better yet the entirety of who this man is that she's been hooking up with.
Hayden describes such cruelty...
Wanting pleasure from releasing pain on a girl so sweet that she even flinches at a vaccine shot.
...
"Hurt? But, just a little?"
A jolt in his cock makes Hayden spill down the length of his thigh, staining his favorite black cargos with a hotshot of built up release.
"Fuck!" With eyebrows furrowed, his groan forces a bounce from his prominent adam's apple. "Yes... shit—only a little, baby."
A sap for her innocence. Hayden covers his face from embarrassment of this lasting cum. "Look what you've done, gotta do a load of clothes now."
His cum—somehow her problem.
Putting his car in drive, Nadine hangs around his neck, seated in his lap as she's driven back home. "Tomorrow—" her tongue swirls against the lobe of his ear. "We'll go through with it, all of it, no restraints."
"No way." He scoffs, tossing her into the passenger's seat as if she were weightless garbage as he lights a spliff on the tip of his lips. "Fuck off, just let me take you back home."
"Don't pick me up from work if you're gonna keep acting like I'm something you'll break."
Pulling into the driveway of her house, Hayden frowns from the noise of her demand— halfway turned on by it. "What?"
"Get out the car, Nadine." He dims his headlights, hoping to not wake her sleeping family or the rest of the noisy neighbors in the culdesac.
"I mean it." Holding firm on her answer, she's determined to make Hayden eat his words... She might seem vanilla on the outside, but for him, she'll be whatever complicated flavor he needs her to be.
...
As Nadine pops the door after the ultimatum she gives him, Hayden pauses in quiet thought before getting out the car— chasing behind her soggy-slippered footprints.
"Wait." He catches up to her. "Gimme a kiss." It almost pains him to ask for such soft affection as he finishes the sentence with rolled eyes.
Beneath the streetlight, Nadine leans into Hayden's chest as his height folds over against her embrace...
Their kiss stops the night around the two as the universe allows them extra time for a liplock that will keep them both awake for the rest of the evening.
"Baby blue, tomorrow."
Pulled from their kiss, Hayden whispers against sweet lips that stutter in reach for another taste of his.
"Baby blue?" Confusion stains Nadine's round eyes, pupils bursted from their lusty hour spent together.
"Your panties."
...
"Oh..." For a moment, she ponders on it. "The ones with a bow?"
Annoyed with her perfect response, he sighs with aggravation. Listening to her voice, so quiet and soft she could barely possess a yell if she wanted too...
But most importantly, it's always her words that are the right amount of docile and wanting to satisfy him. Knowing just what to say— just what to please him... just how to make his cock jump in his pants with those big brown puppy-dog eyes.
"Yeah." His irked scoff is part of a gentle laugh, ending with a handsome hidden grin, "those ones."
As Hayden turns away, continuously relighting his joint, it would make Nadine's night to hear a 'goodnight'— perhaps even an 'I love you'... but with this arrangement, she wouldn't dare hold her breath.
Working her way inside her family's home, she holds the front door tightly to withhold its squeaky tattling— but it's far too late to keep quiet as her sister catches her in the act.
"I knew it! That's that Hayden guy from down the street." Only a year apart, Nadine's older sister Ruth catches her at the end of the hallway. "What are you doing out with him every night?!"
"Minding my business."
Nadine quickly bites out a tight-lipped sentence as she walks past her sister.
But, Ruth catches her wrist, worried for her kid sister being the fact that she is clearly hooking up with the guy Ruth and the rest of their friends buys weed from.
"Wait Nay.... he's not like— your boyfriend, is he?"
A grin creeps across Nadine's lips, overly excited for what the day will bring, and on the way to lay out a pair of her cutest baby blue panties that she has ever owned. "No, not my boyfriend... worse."
