#david rice jumper

[zanephillips]

Hayden Christensen as David Jumper (2008)

[thesassypadawan]

Tag 1 (David x FemReader)

Summary:  Tag.  A simple fun game of back and forth, except when it comes to your ‘jumping’ loving boyfriend.  Who's bent the rules; turning it into a one-way match of ‘whenever, wherever’.  That only ends if you can successfully ‘tag’ him back.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Up against the shelves, ‘tag’, and…David's fat, long dick.

Notes: I hope you, lovelies, also enjoy Tag 2! 💚

- “Of course they’d be on the top shelf,” you huff softly to yourself. Eyeing up that certain pair of leggings; the ones he so loves…to grab your ass in. Which seem to mock you, sitting barely out of reach.

- It was bad enough as is to be running late for your date with David. But after taking a quick scan of your closet, to add insult to injury, the stepstool your normally keep on hand was amiss. “Sure, why not.”

- Having no other choice and too flustered to go looking for it, you rise up on your tiptoes. Unsteadily balancing, one arm stretching high above your head. The other keeping the towel wrapped around your body.

- Fingertips brush them once…twice. Sighing and screaming internally, you realize that you’re not getting anywhere. So hopping up and reaching with both, you manage to snag them by the waistband on the third pass. But at the cost of…

- In the matter of an instant it all occurs. Towel drops to the floor…a flash of light fills the darkened space…warm chest presses to your bare back…and strong arms encircle your waist. “Knew it.”

- “Vid!” Whirling around in his hold, you find yourself staring up into those deep, blue eyes. Eyes that had an all too familiar mischievous glint in them, along with a matching grin. “What are you-”

- Big hands slide; resting on, cupping your butt. Grin widening more and more, trying to act innocent. “Seeing what was taking ya so long. A guy can’t just check up on his cute, little girlfriend?”

- “Uh-huh…” You mutter, eyebrows raised slightly; head tilted to the side. Not believing him for a single moment, while his hard cock pokes you in the stomach. “…and?”

- “And…” Surging forward, leaning down. Lips brush yours, warm breath fans across your skin. While he crowds you against the shelves, caging in your smaller frame with his own. “…tag.”

- That’s all the warning you get before he crashes them together. Teeth nip gently, tongue teases at your plush bottom. Hands give your squishy cheeks a firm squeeze, muffled squeak mixed with a giggle escapes you.

- Parting, panting softly. Fingers find, tug at his hoodie strings. Somehow pulling him in even closer. Own wicked smile starting to forming. “Now?! Like now NOW?!”

- “Whenever…” Searing kisses trail up your throat. “Wherever…” Feather light touches along the contours of your back, the path of your spine. “Remember…” Toned thigh wedges itself between yours.

- Pulse races, a thrill runs through you. Sparks of pleasure blossoming as you shamelessly grind. Slick coating, slowly seeping into the fabric of his jeans. “I do, but…”

- Eyes flicker to the unlocked bedroom door, before returning to his. “Roommate’s home.” Your digits flying, beginning to unbutton…unzip… “Aren’t you worried she might come checkup? See what all the noise is about.” …freeing him.

- Groan rumbles in David’s chest. Oozing tip smears, dirties your freshly cleaned skin. “Then you’ll have to be really quiet.” Lips attach to your neck, sucking; purposely leaving dark marks in their wake. “Think ya can handle that, baby?”

- It’s futile, a lost cause. There’s no way you’ll be able to hold back all those delightful noises. Not with how he fucks…splits you open. “Nope, not a chance.”

- Love bites descend. Covering, turning your breasts into a splotchy red mess. Nipples pebble from the vibrations of his low chuckle… “Guess I gotta work fast then.”

- Scooping you off the floor. Legs automatically wind around his waist. Arms drape over his broad shoulders. Nails dig in, scratch lines up his back when….

- With a single stroke, he buries himself into your warmth. Pushing you hard against the shelves, forcing you to take every last thick inch. Gasping cries fall from your lips, mix with the sound of wood scraping and banging. Echoing off the walls of your closet, your room. “Not even gonna try, huh?”

- Thrusting up into your tight cunt, he sets a brutal pace. Your lips meeting, melding in a fervent kiss. Tongues tangling, teeth knocking. Both sets of hands grabbing greedily, kneading and yanking.

- Breaking apart, high pitched moans fly from your mouth. That grow more heated, increasingly more incoherent. Each sloppy drive, slap of his hips; pushes you closer and closer to the edge. “Babe… Babe…”

- It’s too much, all wonderfully too much. Breaths come out in small, frantic puffs. Ecstasy rushes to your core. Gummy walls flutter, body jiggles and trembles. Climax fast approaches. And…

- Knock, Knock “E-everything okay in t-there?”

- Acting quickly, David smashes them together one last time. Swallowing up your squeaks, his groans. Stuffing himself to the hilt, pumping you full. While you clamp, clench around…gush all over him.

- Coming down from your highs, string of saliva hanging between your lips. Gently he sets you back onto your feet, slips out. Refastening, zipping up. “Sorry to cut this short, but…”

- Knock, Knock “I'm…I'm coming in.” Jiggle, Jiggle “Hope y-you're decent.”

- “Gotta jump. See ya in five, angel,” he mutters. Pecking your cheek, disappearing in another flash of light.

- Leaving you standing there, naked. Leggings sitting on the ground beside you. Trying to explain to your roommate how you ‘slipped’ trying to get them off the top shelf. Pretending that your combined juices aren't dripping down your leg.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @avescorner-blog, @t03soup, @mistress-amidala, @haydensbbg, @humongouscatfest, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @sythethecarrot, @xhunnybeeex

[akixxrafiiy]

God the way this man has me wrapped around his finger is unbelievable cr: calsglove on tt

[vrby9]

Hayden christensen characters who can fuck me or I fuck them

Fuckable

Fuck me

[naberrries]

hayden christensen at megacon orlando, february 3rd 2024

[darthdaddi]

Close enough, welcome home David 🫶

[xoxo-hayden-fangurl-xoxo]

Lets love some David Rice

Not my gifs

Credit to respective owners

[haydenshill]

Someone had the AUDACITY to call me a new fan… (I won’t say their name cuz they were very gatekeeperish, condescending and because they don’t get a mention but-)

Girl I HAVE PROOF!!!

Not only do I own several of his movies, (outcast and virgin territory are quite uncommon movies to find) I even have multiple copies of them.

But that’s not really proof of being a long time fan, until you look at “Life as a house” and “awake” which both came from Blockbuster Video.

(For the younger peeps on here, Blockbuster was where you went before streaming.)

But ya, let’s see someone post up a Hayden Christensen blockbuster exclusive. Lol.

PS- I own Little Italy, Life as a house, Vanishing on 7th street and Higher Ground on Amazon Prime.

[haydensheartt]

Well she kinda had the perfect man

TikTok:@haydensheart

[arcanespillo]

Jumper (2008)\ American Heist (2014)\ Obi Wan Kenobi (2022)\ Life as a house (2001)we

[chiaraanatra]

𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢

∘₊✧────✧₊∘ ! 18+ MINORS DNI ! ∘₊✧───✧₊∘

Summary: The last thing David expected was to meet someone who shared his ability to teleport, nor did he anticipate that you would leave a lasting impression or be gone just as quickly as you came.

Warnings: ANGST & SMUT! MINORS DNI! Porn with plot, oral (f receiving), fingering (kinda?), p in v (w/ protection), pet names (baby), mentions of trauma and bodily harm (reader was attacked and has scars), mentions of parental death, not-so-happy ending, no use of y/n.

Word Count: 3k

AN: David does not get enough love! Also, I would like to thank everyone for 100 followers, it's crazy that even 5 of you like what I write so thank you! I would also like to thank my wonderful boyfriend, JJ, who agreed to read this trash and told me it was good. Lord knows I'm a slut for praise (especially from him)!

《 m.list || ao3 》

New York, NY - 9:45 pm

You met David during the intermission of a Broadway play. You had seen the production a few times since its revival on Broadway, but you enjoyed the atmosphere. With your abilities, it was easy to make attendance at these types of events a regular occurrence and there was something about getting dressed up and drinking over-priced champagne from a plastic glass that set a certain mood.

You took a sip from the plastic flute before feeling a familiar sensation. You watched as a man, about your age, with dirty blonde hair seemingly appeared out of nowhere in a nearby corner normally hidden from prying eyes. You were skeptical at first, but once he moved away you were able to see the remnants of an aperture he had created to come to this exact spot. You watched as he walked over to the railing that overlooked the hall. Before you could stop yourself, you made your way over and leaned against the same railing.

“You know, your lack of subtly could get you killed one day.” Your eyes remained on the red curtain hiding the stage from view.

“Not sure what you are talking about…” There was a nervousness in the man’s voice that he was attempting to cover.

You took a sip of your drink, “In a crowd, this dense, intimacy is often a forgone conclusion.” The corners of your mouth turned up, “As is getting caught.” You gave the taller man your name.

“David…” There was an air of hesitation in his voice. “So, you can…?” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

You smiled, “Quite astute, David.” The way his name fell from your lips made it sound like the second most beautiful name that could be spoken, next to your own.

The lights dimmed, indicating that intermission was ending. “I guess we should get back to our seats. It was nice talking to you, David. Enjoy the rest of the show.” You threw your plastic flute in the trash and made your way back to your seat.

Throughout the rest of the play, David’s eyes remained on you. He prayed that if you could jump, you wouldn’t before he got the chance to talk to you again.

When the show had concluded you found yourself following the crowd towards the exit. Once outside, you couldn’t help but stand for a moment, contemplating your next move. It was late, but you didn’t want to go home. After all, the world was yours, but you tended to be indecisive. You looked at your watch.

11:06 pm… That means, 5:06 am in Paris, 1:06 pm in Tokyo…

Your name being called pulled you from your thoughts. When you turned, you saw David making his way towards you. It didn’t take long for him to navigate through the dense crowd and catch up to you. Once face to face, he couldn’t help but look at you, taking in all of your features in the light given off by the city. Your lips looked so soft, and your eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Umm… Can I get you a cab?” He mentally kicked himself for how stupid a question that was. Even if you couldn’t jump there was little chance he could successfully wave down a cab with everyone currently trying to do the same.

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past your lips, “As kind of an offer as that is, I don’t think I’ll be needing one.”

David looked down at his feet trying to think of some way or another that he could convince you to stay near him even for just a moment longer. “Umm, are you hungry?”

“I ate before the show,” you saw the disappointment on his face almost instantly. “But a coffee would be nice. There’s a café down the street.”

The two of you walked in relative silence, making small comments about the weather, the play, and so on. Once at the café, David insisted on buying your drink. With cups in hand, the two of you made your way outside to sit at one of the small tables lining the sidewalk.

You took notice of David’s features. He was rather handsome despite the timid air around him. You could tell he wasn’t used to small talk. You could also tell that you were most likely the only other Jumper he had ever met. He appeared to be battling between wanting to know more about you and knowing more about your shared ability.

He looked down at the cup in his hands, “So…Where are you from?”

You shrugged a little, looking out towards the still bustling city. “Here and there.” You didn’t mean to be so vague, but it was hard not to be. “I’m not from New York, but I come here rather frequently. Regardless of the time, there is usually something going on to keep me entertained.” You took a sip of your coffee. “What about you?”

“I have a place here, but I find myself traveling a lot.” He was still dancing around discussing your shared teleportation abilities. “Have you met many others… like us?” He paused for a brief moment. “You don’t have to answer, it’s just you’re the only other person I’ve met who can… you know...”

You nodded, smiling a little at his avoidance, “A few but they never stayed around long. We tend not to be very sedentary; always drawn to one place or another, whether it be out of intrigue or necessity.” You finished your coffee and stood up from your chair. “It was nice meeting you, David. However, I should-”

“Wait!” He stood up with you, trying to find his next few words. He refused to let this be the last time he spoke to you. “I want to see you again.” His eyes never left yours, a spark of determination flashing against the blue of his irises.

You smiled at him, “If it's meant to be, you’ll see me again.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek and whispered in his ear, “Goodnight, David.” And just like that you were gone.

New York, NY - 9:27 am

Fuck…

David took a seat on one of the benches lining Central Park. To say he was frustrated may have been an understatement. He had spent the last 2 days scouring the city in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. He felt like a stalker, but there was just something about you. He needed to hear your voice, see your face, know more about you… He brought himself forward, elbows on his knees, hands rubbing across his face.

Just as he was about to call it quits, he noticed you were sitting across from him, a book in one hand and a coffee in the other. You set both aside to look at him from across the walkway, a smile gracing your face.

He looked down laughing to himself before pushing off the bench and making his way towards you. He took the seat next to you, pausing to view your features in the sunlight. “The ability to go anywhere in the world in an instant and we both end up here.” He wanted to sound nonchalant, but he was doubtful about how well that was coming across.

“I told you if it was meant to be you would see me again.” You had a feeling that he would look for you. It was that feeling that had you spending the last two days straight in the city and spending much more time out in the open than you were used to. “Have you been looking long?”

Pink flared across his cheeks. He was not about to admit that he had been looking for you since he had last seen you. “I’m just happy I found you.” Smooth…

“I’m happy you found me.” You looked at your watch. “I’m kinda hungry. How would you feel about a late lunch?” You stood up from the bench and offered David your hand.

He took your hand, “Late lunch? It’s 9:30…” Realization hit him, as you brought him to a secluded corner of Central Park. You wrapped your arms around him and jumped.

London, UK - 2:30 pm.

When David opened his eyes, he was greeted by the feeling of your warm body in his arms. The two of you were in a different park, the sun had been replaced with gray clouds. He felt a few light droplets of rain fall on his exposed skin.

“Shit, I should have checked the weather… Come on.” You grabbed his hand and led him out of the park and onto the street. Looking around, he recognized they were now in London. You led David through the streets to an upscale restaurant. You were quickly seated towards the back across from one another. David couldn’t help but play with the corners of the menu as he tried to think of questions to ask you. He didn’t want to be too much too fast, scared to ask anything too personal that would cause you to run away. “Do you spend much time in London?” You giggle, “As much as anyone, I guess. I tend to spend most of my time in New York, but I frequent London, Tokyo, Paris. It’s a balance, I try not to spend too long in one place while also trying not to spread myself too thin.” You twirled the spoon in your coffee, a somber look gracing your face, “Even with all this freedom we still have to be careful.” “Paladins…” It wasn’t a question, more of a knowing acknowledgment said quietly as reality began to close around the two of you. You gave him a small smile, “So you’re not as blissfully unaware as I thought.” He lets out a low chuckle, “I haven’t had many runs in, thankfully.”

“Wish I could say the same.” Your hands ran down the length of your arms before pausing at your wrists, rubbing them gently through the sleeves of your shirt. “But enough about that! The food here is amazing!”

When the two of you finished eating and you thought the rain had faded, you walked around the city, sharing surface-level things about yourselves. You learned that David liked to read and travel, his favorite color was blue, and he was from Ohio. That was as personally deep as you were both willing to go in that very moment.

The rain picked up suddenly and the two of you found yourselves soaked and hiding under the cover of an overhang.

“I don’t want to sound forward...” David looked down at his soaked Converse trying to pick his next words carefully. “Would you like to come back to my apartment?"

You shivered a little, “That sounds like a good idea.” He held out his arms and you willingly melted into his warm embrace.

New York, NY - 12:02 pm

When you opened your eyes, you were met with the unfamiliar sites of David’s apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows ran across the south wall overlooking New York City. The walls were covered in pictures, not of people but rather places. Jump site reminders?

A spiral staircase led to a lofted second floor that housed various art pieces and a motorcycle. How original. You smiled to yourself.

David’s eyes never left you. He had been all over the world, but he had never met anyone like you. His arms refused to pry themselves from the home they had made along your waist. Once your attention was back on him, he couldn’t stop himself, “Can I kiss you?”

“So polite…” Your arms found their way around his neck and your fingers weaved themselves through his wet, blonde locks. You stood on your tiptoes, allowing your lips to connect. The kiss was gentle, at first, but quickly became a frenzy of hands needing to touch skin, bodies begging to be closer.

“We should- We should get out of these clothes…” your words were half muffled by David’s lips. Despite this, he made quick work of both your shirts, throwing them in a wet pile on the ground before pulling you closer and jumping to his bedroom.

David slowly made his way down your jaw and to your neck. For as timid as he seemed he had no problems setting your body on fire. He continued to make his way lower, kissing down your chest to your abdomen, before getting on his knees in front of you. Blue eyes looked up at you, silently asking if you would let him go further. you nodded.

He made quick work of your pants, pulling the wet fabric down your legs. His hands ran up the expanse of your soft legs placing gentle kisses on your thighs before looking at your clothed core, looking up once more to ensure there were no reservations on going further.

You ran your hand there his hair and down his cheek, “Please...?”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. Without hesitation he dove into your clothed core, lapping at the fabric now soaked by rain and your own slick.

You whined at the loss of contact when he pulled away. He urged you to fall back on the bed before he pulled your panties down. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders before once again attacking your exposed cunt.

“Oh fuck Davi-“your moans were cut off as you felt his middle finger circle your entrance as his tongue played with your clit.

“Just like that! Please! If you keep that up, I’m gonna…” your voice was once again cut off by a silent scream as his finger pressed against the soft spongy spot inside you. Your back arched off the bed as you came hard.

David’s tongue led you through your orgasm almost to the point of overstimulation.

When he pulled away his mouth was shiny with a combination of his spit and your wetness. He made his way up to kiss you, you couldn’t help but moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

David reached over to his side table grabbing a condom. “Any other time I would want you to come more than once before fucking you but I’m desperate to feel you around me.”

You blushed at his words watching as he undid the belt of his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but you certainly were not expecting David to be as big as he was. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as he rolled the condom down his length.

You gasped as you felt his tip run against your fluttering hole. He looked at you once more, silently asking permission. You bit your lip nodding, needing to feel him.

He leaned forward pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate, full of need and lust. He kept his lips on yours as he sank his cock into you, your pussy stretching around him. The kiss breaks when he is fully seated inside you, moans of pleasure escaping both of your lips.

David’s movements are painfully slow, “please, faster, it’s okay…” Your voice sounds beautifully desperate, and David would rather die than not give you what you wanted, what you needed.

In no time he is pounding into your soaking wet cunt bringing you both closer and closer to the edge. “God… you feel so good!”

“Fuck David... I’m gonna-“Your orgasm cut you off, back once again arching off the bed.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” He kissed down your neck and chest, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. Your cunt squeezed around his cock perfectly causing his own orgasm to crash over him.

He held you close as you both came down from your highs. Once the feeling came back to your legs, David helped you clean yourself up before returning to bed, arms wrapped around one another.

Your head rested against his chest, while he played with your hair. Scars encircling your wrists caused him to pause. His hands slowly ran from your shoulder down your arm to your wrist. His fingers brushed against the rope-like burn scars. He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Paladins?”

“Yeah… Too narrow of an escape for my liking.” You rotated your body to look at him, your arms now resting on his chest.

He led one of your hands towards his lips to kiss the scar. Anger boiled in him at the thought of some Paladin bastard getting their hands on you. But he pushed those thoughts away in favor of hopefully getting to know you a bit better. “How did you find out you could jump?”

You hesitated for a moment, “I was 13 the first time it happened. I was with my parents; we were on vacation. Dad never liked planes, so he always drove. We were on our way to DC, a detour because I wanted to visit the Smithsonian… our car was hit head-on by a drunk driver. I remember closing my eyes because of the bright headlights coming towards us. When I opened my eyes, I was back home, on top of my bed.”

You sat up turning away from David. You wanted to cry but no tears would come.

David sat up and moved closer to you, brushing his long, slender fingers up your bare spine. “I’m sorry…” David wanted to say more, that it wasn’t your fault, that there wasn’t anything you could have done. But it didn’t feel like the right time. Rather he pulled you into him slightly, holding you. Your body relaxed into his.

You couldn’t help but feel like you had shared too much. You had known David for all of 3 and a half days. Things felt right, too right, and it scared the shit out of you. “I should… I should go…” you removed yourself from his grasp. Quickly throw on your underwear and the first shirt you grabbed. You couldn’t bear to look at him or hear his attempts to make you stay. “Goodbye, David…” and just like that you were gone.

Should I do a part 2??

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

Taglist: @bimbo-baggins86

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[thesassypadawan]

Tag 2 (David x FemReader)

Summary:  Tag.  A simple fun game of back and forth, except when it comes to your ‘jumping’ loving boyfriend.  Who's bent the rules; turning it into a one-way match of ‘whenever, wherever’…even if you’re having a spooky date night.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Public smex, fun from behind, ‘tag’, pointy hay bales, overgrown goblins, and…David's fat, long dick.

Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡 (Hope you also enjoy Tag 1!)

-  A phantom tweak of your nipples here…an invisible smack, pinch to each plump cheek there…even the occasional ghostly squeeze to your pert mound…

-  That’s how your journey through the winding, seemingly endless pathways of the haunted corn maze has been progressing.  The very one your ‘jump’ happy, horny boyfriend so eagerly and surprisingly suggested to do for a spookishly delightful date night.  Oh, how much of a foolish mortal you truly were…

-  Wandering cautiously down one of the more darkened, deserted trails; your ears strain, eyes sweep the shadows.  On guard, overanalyzing every creak of the stalks or frightful decoration you pass.  The whole time watching, waiting for the familiar…the inevitable…

-  Burst of light…warm chest presses to your chilled form…strong arms encircle your waist…and a pair of lips ghost the shell of your ear.  “Boo to you.”

-  “Vid,” you squeak.  Trying and failing miserably at hiding your surprise.  Undoubtedly giving him the satisfaction of scaring you…a little.  “So freaking cheesy.”

-  “Yeah, but ya know ya love it,” he chuckles into the crook of your neck.  Big hand squeezing your hip, wandering lower.  Fingers playing with, tugging on the hem of your rather skippy skirt.  “Bout as much as I do seein’ ya in this, with them damn stomp-stomp boots of yours.  And…”

-  You can practically feel his grin growing bigger against your skin; dick hardening, poking at your plush bottom.  And you can’t help but mimic his enthusiasm; wiggling just enough to make him twitch, wicked smile on your face.  “All right…  What else you, overgrown gremlin?”

-  “And…”  Placing, trailing kisses; nipping, leaving a blood red mark.  He winds around, captures your wrists; gripping them tightly, pinning them easily behind your back.  “…tag.”

-  Pushing you towards the nearby hay bales, David practically flings you down onto them.  Spreading your legs wide, hiking up that slutty skirt…exposing your thong-clad ass to the crisp night air.

-  “Really?  The black lace ones?”  He growls, hooking his thumb underneath the thin piece of fabric…  “With that damn bat bow?”  …pulling it taunt, letting it…  “You’re sure askin’ for it.”  …snap.

-  Teeth sink into your bottom lip, forcing back a squeal.  As another couple walks unknowingly by…as your squishy globes jiggle and bounce from the recoil.  Walls fluttering, droplets of slick trickling down your full thigh.

-  “Thou-thought they looked c-cute,” you whimper once the cost is clear.  Wiggling, trying to get yourself more comfortable.  Hoodie riding up, dried grass scrapping and scratching at your soft stomach.

-  “They are, but they look cuter like this.”  Yanking them to the side roughly; almost breaking the delicate, drenched string.  He plunges two fingers into your greedy hole; curling, pumping…teasing, hitting that small bundle of nerves.  “Don’t ya think?”

-  Despite your best efforts, a cry flies from your mouth.  “Y-yes…yes!!”  And your face heats, burns bright from embarrassment.  While you strain to hear any fast-approaching footsteps or voices nearby.    

-  Only to be met with the chirp of crickets…gentle tinkling of metal…rustle of denim.  The low whine of disappointment bubbling from your throat when he removes his digits.  The loud gasp of pleasure being punched from your lungs when he replaces them with, slams his fat cock into you.

-  One hand grasps at your hip, pulling you harshly back to meet his strong thrusts.  “What’s the matter, angel?”  Your tender flesh rubbing across the course, sharp stems; small cuts forming, appearing…stinging. “Cat got your tongue?”

-  The other grabs hold of your wrists again, using them to haul you up just enough to pound into you faster and deeper.  Bullying and bruising your poor cervix with every bounce.  “Come on, let them hear ya.” 

-  Sound of skin slapping wetly, lewdly echoing throughout the darkened sky.  Along with his heavy grunts, your muffled pants…the thuds of sneakers on dirt, faint laughter.  “Make them think there’s a fuckin’ banshee over here.”

-  Driving hard one last time, burying himself to the hilt.  Your back arches, whole body tenses.  Clamping, gummy walls flexing and clenching around him.  Moans and wails flying from your lips as you crash completely, gushing all over.  “Vid…Da-DAVID!!”

-  While he growls, paints your insides ghost white.  “That’s it let them know who bumped ya in the night.”

-  Thuds draw closer, laughter louder…

-  Bringing you in closer, pressing you to his chest.  He bucks weakly for a few more moments, coming down from his own high.  “Sorry to cut this short, but…”  Peppering your neck in warm kisses, hot breath tickling it.  “Gotta jump.  See ya at the exit, my bad little ghoul…”

-  Smacking your ass firmly, disappearing in another flash of light.  David leaves you standing there.  Scrambling to rearrange yourself…to come up with the lame lie for the blissfully unaware couple that finds you.  Trying to play off the fact that the backside of your skirt wasn’t stained with his ectoplasm…or running down your leg, dribbling onto your ‘stomp-stomp’ boots.  “It was nothing, just got scared by some overgrown gremlin.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @jediavengers, @anisangeldust, @fredswrite, @t03soup, @haydensbbg, @humongouscatfest, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @sythethecarrot, @xhunnybeeex, @skyguys-princess

[akixxrafiiy]

Need him so badly @thejumperdavid

[go-see-a-starwar]

In addition to Vader this photo is giving David Rice and it's still not too late for a Jumper sequel

[thejumperdavid]

David remember me? The brunette from London with the red dress? Yeah you got me pregnant sweetheart, quickly come jump to me the baby’s missing you, been kicking me all day for you🥺

- 💋

How? I pulled out though...

[paperpersephone]

As a Hayden fan, what are your thoughts on Jumper?

I thought it had great potential, and was super disappointed we didn't get a real sequel (and of course, more Hayden)

I thought it was great!

The story had a lot of promise—watching Hayden's character go from this overconfident, cocky guy to someone realizing he's in way over his head was very satisfying.

Hayden, as usual, was amazing in his role. And just like you I'm kinda upset that there's no sequel. I would've loved to explore this universe more.

I know there's a novel that may have the answers to the many questions I have (maybe eventually I'll get my hands on one,) but it would've been great to join Hayden/David on more adventures on the screen. 🩷