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starkiller419 · 10 months

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Friends.

pairing : hayden christensen crica 1999 x f!reader | wc : 7k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : you and hayden are co-stars in a new 90's teen movie.

warnings : idk just a bit smutty. actually quite smutty. if ur sensitive to swearing there's a couple swears in here.

a/n : this is my first time publishing smut so lmk what ya'll think. this is also a story based on this very detailed and specific dream I keep having, so if you want more, I will write more because I have so much more to say.

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Hayden and I had been working together for about a month now. We were filming a movie about two teens who lived beside each other, and eventually fall in love and run away together. It's a compelling story, reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet in a way. The whole thing is very Shakespearean.

We first met during the audition process. I had already booked the role so they brought me in to do a chemistry test with some other actors, Hayden being one of them. I had never heard of him before this project but later found out he had been in a couple of TV shows and movies. From the moment I first laid my eyes on him I was in awe, he was beautiful.

He was no doubt the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. He took my breath away and made my heart stop beating without even having to try. During our chem test, I found it hard to concentrate, all I could think of was how captivating his eyes were and how bright his smile was. By the end of our test, the director had told us that Hayden would be playing opposite me as the love interest of my character.

Yay.

I was excited to get to know this angelic man in front of me better, but I was also very nervous. This wasn't my first project, but it was my first 'big' Hollywood movie. We had a budget of over $2 million and we were filming all over California, even using some of the sets at the Warner Brothers Studios. I was nervous about my performance, and I often found myself questioning whether I was good enough or not for something this grand.

Adding to that nervousness were the thoughts that invaded my mind whenever this blue-eyed boy was near me. His presence alone was intoxicating, and for the first little while there I tried to avoid him when we weren't filming due to my impure thoughts about him. I had a rule that I would never become romantically involved with any of my co-stars, even if it was temporary.

Eventually, though, I gave up trying to avoid him.

We would hang out in between shots, getting food at the craft services table or simply walking around wherever we would be filming that day. When we would wrap for the day he would walk me to my trailer where I was currently living, and he would always walk me to the door and say goodnight before heading to wherever he was staying.

Sometimes when he would walk me to my trailer I would invite him in. Sometimes we would play a board game, make something to eat, or play cards. He taught me how to play poker and I managed to win $100 from him. No matter what we were doing together, I always felt a stupid grin on my face. We would talk and laugh with each other for hours before he would eventually go home for the night.

We would talk about everything and anything, and I felt myself growing more and more attached to him as time went on. Every morning I would wake up excited to see him, and every night I would fall asleep and dream of him. He had slowly invaded the entirety of my being, walking through the empty corridors of my mind and claiming all the rooms as his own.

I was okay with these feelings lingering within me as long as I could manage to contain them, and not act on my desires. However, with each day that passed, it became harder and harder to ignore.

Since temporarily relocating to LA, I hadn't been sleeping well. 12 hour days on set were exhausting and prompted me to sleep, but I never could. I've always struggled with insomnia and I would usually sleep for a couple of hours each night, sometimes less but never more. It was starting to catch up to me and I could feel my sleep deprivation dragging me down during the day.

I had just finished filming for the day and walked myself to my trailer. Hayden had already left for the day and I found the walk to be quite lonesome without the comfort of our small talk. I entered my trailer, took a short shower, and prepared to try and catch up on some sleep.

My trailer was small, but still larger than the average on-set trailer. It had a queen bed in the back, a small dining table and couch, a washroom with a sink, toilet, and shower, and a small kitchen. There was a TV on the wall across from the couch, and I felt like watching something would aid me in falling asleep. So I got comfortable on the couch and turned on the TV, scrolling through the guide until I landed on NBC and started watching The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

I watched a few episodes before I felt myself drifting off into sleep, and just as I was about to fall asleep fully I heard the door to my trailer open. I had locked it and only one other person had the key, so I knew it had to be Hayden.

I opened my eyes and I was correct, he was standing in the doorway wearing a white t-shirt, a black Toronto Maple Leafs hat, and black jeans. Even in something so simple he was so effortlessly gorgeous, it hurt.

"Hi." I groggily greeted him as I moved slightly to sit up on the couch, rubbing my eyes as I did so.

"Hi, were you sleeping?" He asked as he walked fully into the trailer, closing the door behind him.

"I was trying to, it wasn't going very well." I chuckled dryly and his expression turned into one of concern.

"I can leave if you'd like." He went to turn and before he could fully, I reached out and grabbed his arm. He looked down at me with an eyebrow raised and his movements stopped.

"You don't have to go. I mean, like, if you don't want to." I stuttered slightly and let go of his arm, it was more muscular than I had expected, and his skin was warm to the touch.

"Okay." He moved closer and sat beside me on the end of the couch,

"What are you watching?" He pointed to the TV and I brought my knees to my chest as I sat with my left side pushing into the cushions and smiled as I faced him,

"Fresh Prince." It was one of my favorite shows and he knew it. He returned the smile I gave him and turned his attention to the TV, as did I.

I felt myself drifting off again as my head lay on the back cushion of the couch. My gaze had drifted from the TV to Hayden as he sat in front of me, laughing occasionally at the show. I noticed how his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with each laugh he took, and how he would smile to himself at certain moments whenever he was amused.

I closed my eyes and allowed the peace of his presence to lull me into a deep slumber.

I woke up a few hours later when I felt him pick me up and walk through my trailer, only to place me on my bed and tuck me into the covers. I then felt him trace my face with his finger and tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. The TV had been turned off and it was dead silent in here. I opened my eyes and saw him walking away from the small space that held the bed.

Before I could stop myself, I reached out and grabbed his arm yet again, and was overcome with the feeling of his warm skin against my cold skin.

"I thought you were asleep?" He said as he turned to face me, kneeling so we could be at eye level with each other.

"I was, but now I'm awake," I shrugged as I stared into his ocean-blue eyes. He frowned slightly before saying,

"You should go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Don't apologize. I'm a light sleeper." His frown disappeared only to be replaced by a slight half-smile. He went to stand up and walk away again, but I didn't want him to go. I also didn't want to ask him to stay and sleep in my bed, even though that's what I wanted. I just didn't want to have to ask him, that would be awkward if he said no or took it the wrong way, I simply liked having him around.

"Where are you going?" I asked and he looked down at me slightly confused,

"It's almost 4 in the morning, I was gonna go sleep in my trailer."

"Do you always sleep in your trailer?" I thought he had a hotel or home here or something, we had never actually spoken about it before so really it was always just an assumption.

"No, but I don't feel like driving. I'd probably fall asleep at the wheel." He laughed slightly and only then did I notice the slight purple eye bags that graced his face and the way his eyes were slightly drooping.

"You can sleep here if you'd like," I said sheepishly, hoping he wouldn't think more of this than just a friendly offer. Between friends. Friends,

That's it.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he slowly walked back towards the bed and waited for me to nod my head in confirmation before he climbed in under the covers and lay beside me.

We lay on our sides facing each other, only a couple of inches separating us, and I reached over and used my thumb to rub the bags beneath his eyes. His eyes fluttered closed in response to my touch and he placed his hand on my wrist, holding my hand against his face. I sighed softly, feeling somewhat guilty about indulging in the pleasurable feeling of his skin against mine, but enjoying it nonetheless.

We stayed like that until the two of us fell into a calm and peaceful sleep, breathing in sync. My dreams were filled with him, and it was my best sleep in years.

The next morning I had awoken wrapped in his arms, with my head tucked into the crook of his neck. My leg was wrapped around his and I could feel the soft skin of his lips just barely touching my forehead. It was blissful, to say the least. The way he and I breathed in sync, the scent of coffee and vanilla that was radiating from him, and the feeling of his large hands on my back and waist.

I rolled over slightly so I could glance at the clock beside the bed. It was 9:30 AM, and we had a 9:45 call time. Panic set in as I sat straight up, causing Hayden to jolt awake, confused at my state. I jumped out of bed and practically sprinted to the washroom to brush my hair, soon followed by my teeth. I heard the sheets rustle and footsteps follow not long after, and then I saw him stand behind me in the mirror.

His blonde hair was a bit of a mess, the bags under his eyes had disappeared, and he looked well-rested. He gave me a slight smirk as I furiously brushed my teeth, "We won't be late, there's no need to destroy your gums." He chuckled slightly and I bent down to spit the toothpaste out of my mouth before speaking to him. He was right but still, I wanted to be a bit more prepared than I was at this moment. "My gums are perfectly fine, thank you," I said teasingly as I grinned nice and wide, displaying my teeth and gums for him. He laughed and butterflies danced around in my stomach, fluttering up into my heart. He turned and walked away from me and I watched as he neared a cupboard in the kitchen and grabbed two bowls, a box of Cheerios, and the milk from the fridge.

I laughed as I exited the small washroom and walked towards the dining table where he had set down the bowls, "Hayden I can't eat that. I just brushed my teeth." He shrugged and paid no mind as he continued to prepare me a bowl.

"You have to eat something." He rolled his eyes slightly as he sat down on the bench and began eating the cereal. Despite the rolling of his eyes, he had a small smile on his face that I couldn't help but admire. I gave in and sat across from him and started to eat.

"Wow Mr. Christensen, this is splendid. What a fine breakfast you've made me this morning." I spoke in a fake posh accent, something we did with each other often. He had just taken a bite of his cereal and my posh guise caused him to laugh, and milk came running out of his nose. I couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably at the sight, but I got up through my laughter and grabbed the paper towel that sat on the counter.

He too was laughing while pinching the bridge of his nose. He had tears in his eyes and a couple fell as he blinked and reached for the paper towel, our hands brushing against each other slightly. He cleaned the milk off his face, and then off the table, coughing a few times in the process which caused me to erupt in laughter all over again.

"It's not funny y'know. That shit hurt." He said with a fake frown gracing his lips, which were trying to hold back a laugh of his own.

"Sorry, sorry," I said quietly and finished my bowl, bringing it to the sink and rinsing it before walking to the door to slip on my shoes. I turned back to face him as he put the paper towel back in its rightful spot, "You ready?" I asked.

He smiled brightly and responded, in a voice as smooth and soft as honey, "Always."

2 weeks had passed since Hayden had slept in my bed for the first time. Yes, the first time. The next night he came and knocked on my door at around 10 PM, he was shy and sheepish when he asked if he could, and I quote, 'have a sleepover'. He was being his usual sarcastic self of course, but I found it endearing either way and said yes.

A couple of days passed before he spent the night again, this time I had invited him on our nightly walk back from the soundstage. The next day I didn't even have to ask him, he just walked me home and followed me inside. When I began to get ready for bed he did the same, following me into the washroom to brush his teeth with a spare toothbrush I kept in the drawer.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a mouthful of toothbrush and its paste. He grinned and used his thumb to wipe the corner of my mouth, collecting a small amount of toothpaste on it and wiping it on the towel that hung beside the sink.

"We're having another sleepover, duh." He rolled his eyes as he responded with a mouth full of toothbrush and paste as well.

Since then it had just become an unspoken thing. Every night he would come to my trailer with me, and I never once tried to stop him or protest his actions. I enjoyed having him around, and I loved waking up in his arms every morning, inhaling his coffee-vanilla scent, and feeling the contrast of his warm skin against my cold. He usually slept shirtless, he claimed he got hot, but I think he just secretly wanted an excuse to be shirtless around me. Not that I minded, the man is ripped.

Nothing ever happened between us when he slept over, even though a part of me always wanted to, I couldn't for some reason. Anytime I thought of it too I felt guilty. But the desire to feel his lips against mine just kept growing and growing.

One day we were filming a scene that took place late at night where my character, the Juliet of the story, drags his character, Romeo, to the pool in his backyard. I was told to strip down into my bra and underwear and jump in the pool, and Hayden would follow. Despite having shared a bed with him for weeks now, I felt a little nervous at the thought of being so exposed in front of him.

But I had a job to do, so I put my big actor-girl pants on and did as the director said, and everything went swimmingly, pun intended. In that scene, I was to pull him into the pool and we would begin play-fighting in the water. We did just that and I ended up with my legs wrapped around his waist, both of us only in our underwear, just inches away from his face. I spoke all my lines just due to second nature and my memorization skills, but all I could focus on was how close his lips were to mine.

As I spoke the words I knew I was supposed to say, I found myself wanting to say more. To speak to him and only him, alone without the twenty or so people who surrounded us. He leaned his head closer to me and our noses brushed against each other. We had a kissing scene in the script, a couple actually and I knew exactly which days we would be filming them, but this wasn't one of them. So why did he move closer?

"And… CUT!" The director yelled as he stood from his chair and walked over to the edge of the pool. I removed my legs from their grip on Hayden's waist but kept my hands around his neck, and his hands remained on my waist holding me close to him. "That was great you two, we could sense the electricity. I think that's all for today so just go home, rest, and be back here for 11 AM tomorrow." The director spoke to us and we each thanked him and nodded our heads.

When he had mentioned the electricity between us I felt my cheeks grow red. He hadn't failed to hide his attraction to me, and I doubt I had hid mine from him. But still, we were actors. It was our job to be that way with each other. It was nothing deeper than that, we had to stay professional.

It didn't take long for the small crowd of people to disperse, leaving just Hayden and me behind. We were still in the pool, his hands were still around my waist gripping me tightly. As everyone had packed up I managed to avoid meeting his gaze, afraid of what I would do if I did, but now that we were alone I had no excuse. I turned to look at him and his eyes had been darkened by the starlight but shone brightly nonetheless.

I didn't know what to say to him, but I felt like I had to say something to prevent myself from acting on my suppressed urges and desires. The feeling of his hands holding me tightly was something so familiar, but this time it felt different somehow. It made me feel different.

"Wanna go get some Chinese food?" I asked him the first thing I could think of, which was stupid because I don't even like Chinese food and he knew that.

"You don't even like Chinese food." He said with a laugh, his slightly wet hair sticking to his forehead.

"I didn't know what else to say," I admitted sheepishly. He leaned his head closer to mine once again allowing our noses to brush against each other.

"Why did you feel the need to say something?" He spoke low and it caused my breath to come to a halt. Something about him right now was so-- intoxicating.

"So that I wouldn't do something I may regret." I softly said, never breaking eye contact. He moved even closer and rested his forehead against mine. His hand on my waist travelled down my hips to my thigh where he proceeded to wrap my legs around him again.

"And what would that be?" His low tone sent shivers throughout my body, and down to places it probably shouldn't have gone to. I was finding it hard to resist my urges now more than ever, the way his lips looked in the moonlight, how there was a bead of water positioned right on the corner of his lips, and how tempted I was to just lick it off.

I sighed softly as I glanced down to the water beneath us, seeing the rippled image of his toned torso sent me into overdrive. I looked back into his eyes which were the same color as the water we waded in, and leaned my head closer to his so our lips brushed against each other as I spoke,

"What are you doing to me?" I asked him and before he could respond I closed the distance between us, sending a blaze of passion and fire through my veins.

He kissed me back instantly, his hands holding my thighs squeezed exponentially hard. He moved the hand from my left thigh and brought it to the back of my neck, holding me in place while he kissed me ferociously. I brought my hands from where they were resting on his neck to his hair and entangled my fingers through his sandy blonde locks.

His hand traveled slightly to my ass and he squeezed harshly, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout me, causing a slight moan to escape my lips. If it wasn't so damn public, I would take him right here right now.

In response, I tugged at his hair and now it was time for him to moan softly into our kiss, and if I thought I was in overdrive before, I had just exploded. We continued kissing for what seemed like hours, but in reality, was only a few minutes. Whenever I was with him time didn't seem to exist and I loved it. I loved spending minutes with him but feeling as if those minutes were hours, and I loved spending hours with him and having the hours feel like days.

Our kiss was interrupted by the sound of a golf cart approaching the set. I broke away from him with a shocked look in my eyes, and he just laughed and set me down on the pool floor before grabbing my hand and leading me out. We ran half-naked back to my trailer, dripping wet and leaving two sets of footprints behind us as we did. Halfway there Hayden had scooped me up in his arms and carried me in bridal style, leaving only one set of footprints behind for the rest of the way.

That night we showered together, caught up in the adrenaline of our escape and heated pool makeout session. But aside from more kissing, nothing had happened, and we continued with our lives. He had now basically moved into my trailer, he spent every night here, his car was parked right outside, and he even had his own toothbrush, no longer using the spare one I had.

Everything between us had quickly changed from 'best friends' to 'domestic partners' after that kiss. And I didn't regret it one bit. We had discussed our feelings towards each other very vaguely. I was never good with that kind of stuff, admitting feelings is hard, and he's just a little shy and awkward whenever feelings get brought up.

We had a mutual understanding that we liked each other, but we also understood that we weren't necessarily dating each other. We were just two people who spent 90% of their time together, slept in the same bed, and occasionally had very heated makeout sessions that would end up with me on top of his lap.

A few weeks ago he told me about this role he had auditioned for. He was very excited about it, but he couldn't tell me what it was for. He said he would tell me if he ever got it, or if he didn't. He even had to leave early a couple of times during filming to go for an audition.

One of those times was today, he had left the set a couple of hours early and I was now in my trailer. It was 9 PM and I was making myself a cup of tea before I went to bed. I had locked the door, but Hayden had a key so it didn't matter much. I placed the teabag into the hot water I had just boiled and began to slice a lemon. I added a spoonful of honey and two lemon slices, followed by an ice cube. As I went to drop the ice cube in my mug, the door of the trailer unlocked, and seconds later it dramatically slammed open.

Hayden rushed inside with a huge grin plastered on his face. I walked towards him around the counter and smiled back, "Well hello smiley." I greeted him

"Hi P, what's that?" He said as he pointed to the mug behind me. I don't know why, but he insisted on calling me 'P'. It was his favorite nickname he had given me, and I didn't know why. There wasn't even a 'P' anywhere in my name.

"Tea." I shrugged and he stepped closer to me, my back pressed against the counter in response, "Why do you call me 'P'? You are aware there's no P in my name right?" I asked with a tilt of my head.

He laughed and placed both hands on either side of me on the counter before saying, "P stands for lots of things. Pickles, Peanut Butter, party, promise, pe-"

"So my nickname was a result of your hunger?" I asked with a laugh of my own.

"No, if you would've let me finish. My personal favorite is princess. That's what I think every time I call you P." He leaned closer and kissed my cheek softly, but then backed away completely. I frowned slightly at his actions but took the opportunity to walk back to my teacup.

"That's very sweet of you. Now would you like to explain to me why you almost broke down the door coming in here?" I chuckled softly as I motioned over to the door with my head, and then took a small sip of my tea.

"I have good news." He was excited, I could see it in his eyes, and that made me excited too. He stepped closer to me and I placed the cup back on the counter, "Do you remember the role I was telling you about? The secret one?" he wiggled his eyebrows as he spoke.

"Hmm… Sounds familiar yes." I smiled as he walked even closer to me and grabbed onto my arms before speaking through his huge grin,

"I got it." He whispered and I thought I had misheard him. He must've noticed my confused expression because he repeated himself, louder this time, and I squealed in joy for him.

"Oh my god, that's amazing! Congratulations! Can you finally tell me what the role is then?" I exclaimed as his grip on my arms tightened slightly,

"Star Wars." My jaw dropped, I wouldn't be surprised if it fell all the way to the floor, and I felt the air knocked out of my lungs. I have loved Star Wars ever since I was a kid. I was Princess Leia for Halloween for the first 4 years of my life, and then I went as Darth Vader until I was 16.

"Holy fuck." That was all I could say as I reached my arms around his neck and wrapped him in a hug, "That's incredible Hayd, I'm so happy for you." I whispered into his neck softly. He pulled away from the hug slightly so he could look into my eyes and said,

"I get to be Anakin Skywalker. Darth fucking Vader." He had a look in his eyes I could only describe as a child-like glee. He was so happy in this moment and I could basically feel it radiating off of him, and it consumed me as well. I once again felt the breath being knocked from me as I hugged him again, tighter this time.

He placed his arms around my waist and lifted me into the air, spinning around a few times and I squealed as a result. He then casually shifted one of his hands down to my thigh, encouraging me to wrap around him. I looked into his eyes which were full of love and joy, and I couldn't help but place a soft kiss gently on his lips. He returned the kiss and I could feel his smile growing stronger. The kiss deepened as always and became heated and passionate in a matter of moments. He walked over to the counter and placed me on top of it, standing between my legs and never breaking the kiss.

His hands remained on my thigh and waist, squeezing softly every so often. We broke away from the heated exchange for a moment to catch our breath. He rested his forehead against mine, one of my favorite things he does before he softly uttered three words that caused my heart to stop.

"I love you."

I backed away slightly and gazed at him in disbelief, "You-- what?" That was all I could manage to say.

"I love you, and I need you to know. I've loved you since I first laid my eyes on you, and I will love you until my dying breath." He spoke like a poet, his liquid-smooth voice sent chills all through me. I knew I loved him, but I always tried to avoid romantic love and stick to a platonic sort of love. I thought it would be easier that way.

I had failed miserably, however, and I often found myself daydreaming about spending the rest of my life with him. I had never felt so strongly about someone before, and I had never gotten along with someone better than him.

"I love you too," I whispered through a large smile plastered on my face. He returned the smile and leaned back in to kiss me. This kiss was so different than all the others, it was full of love and adoration.

He wrapped both his arms around my waist and lifted me off the counter, carrying me to the bed. He laid me down gently and moved his kisses down my jaw, to the pressure point on my neck. I moaned softly at the feeling of his lips against my skin causing him to bite down slightly which sent a rush of pleasure throughout my body.

His hands traveled from my waist to under the hem of my shirt and he began to lift it. I sat up slightly and allowed him to remove the shirt completely, leaving me bare in front of him. He then began to kiss down my sternum before placing a soft kiss onto my left breast, and then the right. I giggled slightly at his sudden confidence and shift from his usually shy demeanor. He raised his head from my chest and looked at me,

"Why are you laughing?" He said with a slight smile,

"I'm just shocked at your newfound confidence." I shrugged lightly, "Does it have anything to do with you becoming Anakin Skywalker?" I asked and his grin shifted from playful to mischievous as he moved upwards and raised himself above me, our noses brushing against each other before he spoke in a low tone,

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm tired of trying to hold myself back from taking what's mine." His dominant tone sent shivers down my body and I leaned my head up to close the distance between our lips. His dominant state remained intact as he swiftly flipped me over so I was now on top of him, straddling his waist.

I could feel his hard-on through his dark sweatpants pressing against my core, and it was driving me crazy. I rocked my hips softly against his, causing him to moan slightly into our kiss and I could feel myself getting wetter as each moment passed. His hands were gripping onto my waist and he began to guide me against him, slowly at first but he quickly picked up his pace.

"Hayden.." I said softly, breaking away from the kiss for a moment to garner his attention.

"Yes, my love?" He breathed out as he gazed into my eyes with lust and adoration.

"Please." That was all I could manage to say, and I had hoped he would take the hint and not make me ask for it. But I was dead wrong.

"Please what? Use your words." His tone was deep and authoritative and his eyes had glossed over with an unfamiliar darkness.

"Please fuck me." I choked out and a sly smirk made its way across his lips before he kissed me again, softer this time, and sat up so our chests pressed against each other. I brought my hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, throwing it to the floor somewhere. I traced my hands along his abs and down to his V-line. He was so perfect, in every way. His entire being had to have been carved by angels, it was the only way for a man like him to exist.

His hands traveled to the waistband of my shorts, wasting no time as he snaked his fingers underneath them and I lifted myself so he could rid me of them completely, leaving me completely nude on top of him. His long fingers danced atop my thighs, teasing my core which was now aching for him. Begging to be touched by him.

I whined softly and a slight chuckle escaped his lips, "You're that desperate for me? You're whining?" I nodded with my eyes shut, unable to look into his eyes. He chuckled again and said softly, "What did I say earlier princess, use your words." My eyes fluttered open and I softly said,

"Don't be a tease playboy." With a smirk of my own gracing my lips. He laughed slightly and instead of a vocal response, he moved his hand from my thigh to the slick that had pooled between my thighs. His soft touch sent shockwaves through me and I moaned louder than I would like to admit, but I couldn't help it. He was so intoxicating.

He rubbed up my slit slightly, collecting a pool of my sex on his two fingers before raising them to my lips, pushing ever so slightly on the bottom one prompting me to open my mouth and suck myself off his fingers.

"Fuck." He groaned out. My actions had encouraged his dick to grow harder beneath me and I smiled proudly once he removed his fingers from my mouth and brought them back down to my heat, rubbing circles on my clit. Incoherent babbles left my lips as he worked me up, before entering two of his fingers into me and slowly stretching me out.

I moaned upon his entry and felt the intense need to pleasure him as well, to give him even a fraction of the pleasure he was providing me. I moved my hand from its place on his neck down to his cock and palmed him through his sweatpants. His breathing got harsher as we continued to pleasure each other, relishing in each other's touch. I felt a familiar know forming in my stomach as he rubbed my clit and now pumped three of his fingers in and out of me at a fast pace.

"Oh fuck. I'm--" Before I could finish my sentence I felt the knot unfold and I had released myself all over his fingers, a prideful grin graced his lips. My vision was clouded with white dots and everything around me felt hazy as his fingers fucked me through my orgasm, the strongest one I had ever had. Especially from just fingering.

I felt the overstimulation of his fingers pressed against me and began to squirm in his lap, trying to get away as he continued pumping in and out of me, but it was no use. His arms held onto me tightly and he continued, and I felt yet another knot forming in my stomach.

There was no way this man was about to make me cum twice in a matter of seconds.

And yet that's exactly what happened. I screamed out as I released onto him again, looking down to see the pool of juices I had released collecting onto his lap, drenching his dark pants and allowing the outline of his bulge to poke through the dampened fabric.

"Holy fuck." I said breathlessly as he removed his fingers from me and flipped me over to my back, removing his pants and boxers in the process.

"You liked that?" He asked teasingly as he began to kiss up and down my body, starting at my pelvis and ending with a soft peck on my lips.

"Mhm." I breathed out, unable to form any words due to the power of the orgasm. He hovered above me with his forearms resting on either side of my head keeping him up. He leaned his head down and placed a kiss on my lips and I felt his rock-hard cock twitch slightly against my thigh, causing me to moan into our kiss.

He reached one of his hands down and pumped himself twice before rubbing in between my folds. I broke away slightly and looked down, and my mouth dropped open as a result. He was huge, so huge I was afraid he wouldn't fit in me. Hayden must have noticed my shocked state and he laughed slightly before pushing his forehead against mine and pressing me back against the bed.

"You'll be okay my love, I promise. You can take it." His words sent heat throughout me and I felt a knot beginning to twist in my stomach. The man had managed to work me up with just his words. I nodded slowly and pressed my lips to his and I felt his tip slowly enter into me, and then I had an idea.

"Wait," I said and he stopped instantly, pulling away from our kiss and leaving the tip of his dick resting in me.

"What's wrong?" His voice was laced with concern as he gazed into my eyes,

"I want to watch," I admitted shyly and his concerned state quickly turned into a lustful one as he crashed our lips together passionately and softly grunted before saying,

"God you're so fucking hot." Distancing himself from me slightly so I could lift my head up and watch as he slowly began inserting himself into me. I watched as his tip fully disappeared, followed by his shaft until he bottomed out inside me, and I swear I could feel him in my stomach.

My gaze never faltered from our connected being as I groaned in pain, and then pleasure as he slowly moved in and out of me. It took a moment before I could adjust to him, and he seemed to be relishing in not only my sensitive state but also the way my walls desperately clung to him. He watched me with a smirk on his face as I watched him pick up his pace, slamming into me faster and faster until he hit a certain spot in me that made my back arch and my head fall backward.

"Fuck you feel so good princess, you're doing so good." He praised me and I could only moan in response, he was fucking me brain-dead and I had no complaints. I had imagined this for so long but now that it was finally here, he had surpassed my every fantasy and expectation by a million percent. His words of approval made my core ache, and I jutted my hips up to grind against the hard bone of his pelvis, creating friction on my clit and pushing me closer to my release.

I felt his hand grip my chin as he pulled me upwards closer to him, softly kissing my cheeks as he jackhammered into me. His soft kisses combined with the intensity of every other movement he made were driving me over the edge, along with the soft grunts and groans he would occasionally release from his plump lips. He stopped kissing my cheeks and remained holding onto my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

I felt the knot in my stomach return and when his other hand reached down and began thumbing at my clit, I lost it. I became a loud squirming mess beneath him which only encouraged him to fuck me harder.

"You have no idea how-- how badly I've wanted to see you like this."

He spoke between his panting breaths and with those words, I felt my release coming. "Hayd I'm--" He cut me off with a kiss before I could finish, meeting our tongues in bliss and passion, and he broke away for only a moment to whisper onto my lips,

"Cum for me my love, cum all over me." And so I did. I felt my walls begin to twitch uncontrollably against his rock-hard cock, his thrusts growing sloppy and hasty. I could sense he was close as well, and I encouraged it by purposefully squeezing myself tighter around him and soon enough I felt him twitch inside of me, fully releasing himself into me. I milked him dry and even went as far as to buck myself against him a few times, overstimulating him just a fraction of how he had me.

He collapsed on top of me as he finished, both of our chests heaving with our heavy breathing. I snaked my hand through his blonde hair, twirling strands around my finger absentmindedly while his hand made its way up and down my back. We lay in silence for a few moments, I listened to his breathing slow and he listened to my heartbeat.

"I mean it you know," He whispered softly into my chest and I could sense his usual shy demeanor sneaking it's way back in, "I really do love you." He shifted slightly to look into my eyes, and I felt tears poking at the sides of mine.

"I know. I mean it too. You're mine and I'm yours." I said smiling at him.

And I meant it. Every. Damn. Word.

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gremlinvanfleet · 7 months

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𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊 - 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘

anakin skywalker, circa. the clone wars

kinktober 2023

masterlist

who else is better than hayden christensen to kick off the month? we also have the same name and that's so wicked.

summary: you and anakin have been fighting in the deadly war for far too long, and you finally begin to turn to each other for comfort in the trying times after so much loss.

warnings: smut, swearing

word count: 1,884 (i'm so sorry)

The war had been taking its toll on everyone. Yourself included in that list of people as Obi-Wan’s new Padawan. You hadn’t noticed it about Anakin however. He commanded your fleet and you trusted him with every fibre of your being. He was strong, wise and had animal like instincts. A true leader. He never ever wavered and that’s why there was so much confidence in him, even if he defied orders, he always did it with the best interest of the people.

“Y/L/N! I need you here. Focus please.” He touched your shoulder. You didn’t even noticed you zoned out.

“Sorry, General.” He nodded. He continued with his attack plan. It was simple but unbelievably effective. He didn’t believe in making things unnecessarily complex, especially when it could put his men at risk.

“General Skywalker, how are we supposed to sneak in when they have droids outside the whole ship?” A clone asked.

“That’s were Y/N comes in.” He gestured towards you. You felt your face heat up. You thought you were just going to be piloting with Anakin, not heading the mission. “She will fly around the perimeter and act as a distraction while we strike underneath.”

“You have faith in her flying? She’s just a kid.” Another one chimed in. He shook his head.

“Myself and General Kenobi have yet to see a reason to not. She’s reliable and smart. Don’t second guess me again.” He glared. Him defending you made you have a funny feeling in your stomach.

You took a moment to admire him in this state that came so naturally to him. His hair had been a bit more tousled than usual, and his uniform was more wrinkled than you remember it. You saw him run his hands through it before he came into the command centre. Stress. The lightsaber attached to his waist shined under the light of the hologram above him. His blue eyes were as fiery as usual and the intensity behind his voice made you think he received intel that he didn’t find favourable. You felt for your friend and mentor in the moment. Obi-Wan may be your master but Anakin was a true friend. He’d been through everything you had already. He understands you.

“Okay. I think that’s everything. Let’s go men. We have a hard battle ahead. Fight hard and with valiance and I’ll be endlessly proud.” He smiled but his eyes looked sad. He knows not everyone in this room will be coming back.

The clones left the room but Anakin grabbed your wrist, prompting you to stay behind.

“What is it, General?” You thought he had something important to say but instead you were met with his sad blues looking into yours.

“I just feel like something bad is going to happen with this mission. I just don’t want it happening to you. Please promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Anakin, you’re the one who taught me how to fly, remember? I believe you called yourself the best pilot in the galaxy. If you can’t have faith in me, have it in yourself.” You smiled at him. He chuckled.

“Point taken. I do have faith in you though, Y/N. So does Obi-Wan. We are both so incredibly proud of you. You’ve served the council well and I’m certain you’ll continue to do so.”

“Then why are you so worried? I’ll be just fine.” You tried to reassure him, even though you didn’t fully believe yourself. It’s scary when he gets a feeling like that. He’s always been able to see ahead.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go then.” He walked beside you and nudged your shoulder. You laughed and walked with him to the hangar.

The mission was gruelling but a success. Anakin had lost many of his men this time around but you made it out okay. In fact, you pulled it off perfectly. You had taken down one of General Grievous’ droid ships. Only a grain of sand in the scheme of things however. After the mission, Anakin came out of it with a heavy heart. He thought no one was looking but you saw him ignite his saber and use it in a supply room. Items clattered everywhere while he took out his rage. What was he mad at? It could be anything. The loss of his men. The knowledge that there is still so much work that needs to be done and that means losing even more men. It hurt you to see him in so much pain like this. You couldn’t just leave him like that.

“Hey…” You stood in the doorway. He looked at you, nostrils flared, eyes in a frenzy.

“What are you doing here? Go get some rest.” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair again. “I won’t be resting until you do, General.” You knew he hated when you called him that, but you took the risk of poking a little fun at him. God knows you both need the pick me up. “You know I don’t like that.” He had a small smile on his face. You stepped closer to him.

“Yeah, but it’s good fun.” You smiled. He chuckled.

“Come on, lets try to get some sleep at least.”

You followed him up to the sleep chambers. He got in his bed and you got into yours. The sleep came on quickly but just before you drifted off, you heard a shout from the room next to yours. Anakin. You ran into his room and found him sitting up, bare chested and breathing heavily.

“What’s wrong?!” You searched his distressed face for an answer. He blinked at you.

“Nothing, nothing. Go back to sleep Y/N.” He sounded defeated. Not something you’d expect from the strong man across from you.

“Come on. I’m not that naive. You can talk to me.” You sat on the edge of his bed. He tipped his head back and sighed. Something was definitely weighing on him.

“I just can’t get their faces out of my head…” He said dejectedly.

“Who are you talking about?”

“The clones. We lost so many. I know its the fortune of war but I still can’t help but feel responsible.” He rubbed his forehead.

“Anakin, listen to me. None of this is your fault. In fact, you’re the only person I know fighting in this war that cares so much about his men. I admire you so much for that.” You put your hand on his. He sighed and closed his troubled eyes.

“We all care, Y/N. Some of us are just more radical than others.”

“You’d be the most radical I think.” You joked. He cracked a small smile.

“I think you’re the only one keeping me sane here…” He whispered.

“Lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” He searched his eyes.

“I promise.” You squeezed his hand.

“Can you stay here with me? Just for tonight so I can sleep?” His eyes looked sad. Your face heated up. You had wished for this to happen. You’d never admit it but deep down you’ve always hoped something more would happen between the two of you.

“Yeah. I can stay.” You smiled and he returned it.

He laid back down and you did the same beside him. He sighed a few times and turned over too. You gently put your hand on his arm and started drawing circles. He hummed and turned on his side to face you.

“That feels nice.” He murmured. He kept his eyes on yours as you continued. He leaned in a bit closer. You felt your heart beating faster in your chest. Is it finally happening? He gently placed his soft lips onto yours.

You quickly returned the kiss and slid closer to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest while never detaching from your lips. You whimpered into his mouth as he pushed his tongue in. You felt his mouth turn into a smirk after hearing it. He flipped himself over so he was between your legs. He pushed himself against you and started kissing down your neck.

“Is this okay?” His eyes were filled with concern.

“Yes. Please keep going.” You pleaded.

“As you wish.” He smiled and continued down your neck. He pulled your housecoat off revealing only underwear underneath.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this. I’ve thought about it all the time.” He admitted.

“Me too.” You managed out between pants.

He quickly but carefully took off your underwear, revealing you completely to him. He stared for so long that you started to feel self conscious. You began to cover yourself again.

“No no. Don’t do that. You just look so pretty, I can’t help myself.” He caressed your side, giving you goosebumps.

“It’s your turn now, General.” His words gave you confidence. He shook his head and began taking off his clothes. His skin was such a beautiful colour and his battle scars just added to it even more. His metal arm glistened in the moonlight. You stared at his toned abdomen while you both took each other in.

“Ready?” He was hard and not trying to hide it. His size was intimidating but definitely enticing at the same time.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

He slowly circled your clit with his hand while he pushed himself into you. You felt so full even after only half of him was inside. He groaned when he bottomed out and you clenched around him.

“Fuck… So tight…” He hovered over you and rested his forehead against yours. The heat radiated against your skin so pleasantly as he pulled himself out and then back in again. The pleasure was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. His pace was too slow for your liking however.

“Anakin, please… Faster.” You whined. He chuckled and began to move his hips faster. His skin smacked against yours and he spent time rubbing your clit to get you there.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He panted. His fingers moved faster against you and your legs began to shake. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Y-yes. Please don’t stop…” He smiled down at you and kept the pace of both his fingers and his hips. He drew you closer and closer to the edge with every movement. The coil in your stomach was ready to snap at any moment.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me.” His words were enough to bring you over and you shook and clenched all around him. “That’s it, pretty girl.” He wasn’t done though.

He pounded you even faster as he chased his own high. He pushed deep inside you one final time with a loud groan. He pulled out and his seed spilled out of your swollen hole. He collapsed beside you and pulled you into his arms.

“That was-“

“Unreal.” You finished.

“Yeah. I can’t believe it took us this long.” He laughed

“Me neither. Kinda kicking myself for it.”

“Just don’t tell Obi-Wan. He’ll kill me.” You laughed at the fact that he was still scared of Obi-Wan after all this time.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You kissed his cheek and snuggled into his chest.

A good sleep was on its way.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #anakin skywalker #star wars #hayden christensen #clone wars #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine

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libraryofloveletters · 1 year

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6k insta au masterlist

celebration post

thank you to everyone who submitted prompts! -- all of these are x reader!

santorini sunshine - lance stroll

lover boy - hayden christensen

the winter games - charles leclerc (olympic!reader)

the missus - kylian mbappe

secret’s out - virgil van dijk

captain on and off the pitch - jordan henderson

more than your race car? - pierre gasly (singer!reader)

lovin’ on me - sergio ramos

retired life - sugar daddy!sebastian vettel

surprise - max verstappen

off limits.. sorta? - daniel ricciardo (hamilton!reader)

teammates.. or more? - fernando alonso

stars alike - christian pulisic

the magic of interlogos - george russell

pay day - daniel ricciardo

besties for the resties - pierre gasly

one in the same - jordan henderson

sugar - ruben dias

day and night - lewis hamilton

peaches - erling haaland

sous chef - yuki tsunoda

mom and dad - sebastian vettel

albums - esteban ocon

the proposal - lewis hamilton

land down under - mason mount

bird watching - sebastian vettel

monaco’s for the lovers - max verstappen

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phoeebsbuffay · 2 years

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Imagine you are a long time friend to Hayden Christensen. You are there to support him after his divorce, but something seems to alter the dynamics of that friendship. Part II.

Warnings: not recommended for minors due to explicit smut and adult language.

Recommendations: “Our Song” by Anne-Marie and Niall Horan.

***

For the very first two days, Hayden and you seem to ignore the spark that seems to prompt a change in your friendship. Whereas there had always been—at least before his marriage—some sort of flirtation going on between you and him, it was never taken seriously by the parts.

But if you have to be honest with yourself, most guys you’ve been in a relationship with resembled Hayden’s personality somehow or at least was close to it—although neither had Aries in a star sign, and this foolish remembrance makes you giggle.

However, you are still scared about the possibility of nurturing sentiments to Hayden. He’s been only recently divorced and you’d not consider a casual sex, insufficient it is for you as your recent experience showed. Thus, it is that every possibility seems to end with you hurting.

“You are overthinking again.” Hayden has been watching you and you don’t notice it until he gets your attention.

It’s close to sunset, you are sitting by his side at the fire pit outside, eyes glued at the fire that is burning the wood. Hayden had brought marshmallows and Hershey chocolate because he knows how much you love these things.

“Uh? I am not.” You chuckle, but a slight blush betrays you.

“You are. Every time you are busted, you blush.” Hayden side smirks at you, eyes glinting with pride at how your blush deepens. He knows you so well, reading the smallest of details you always regarded as some insignificant part of you.

“You are an annoyance.” You roll your eyes at him. “Hey, did you get marshmallows?”

You feel like a child every time you burn them in the fireplace. Hayden would tease you about it, since you like them almost entirely burnt. Last time you did that he was shooting a few scenes of “Revenge of the Sith” upon which Anakin was left burning by Obi-Wan at Mustafar. Much to his dismay, you called your burnt marshmallows as Bad Anakin.

Hayden chuckles, and he is probably remembering the same thing as he passes you the marshmallow on the stick.

“I cannot believe you’d think I forget. Seriously, Y/nickname, do you know me at all?”

You giggle softly, leaning closer to the fire as you insert the marshmallow to the contact with orange flames.

“And here we go again. The dramatic never ceases to show.”

“Me? You’re the overthinker.” Hayden teases you, watching you intently.

“I was not!”

“You are a terrible liar. Everytime you do that, you blush. I wonder why.”

He chuckles because he is right and you both know it. When you flirted with his ex-wife’s cousin at their marriage and you tried to deny it because that same day you found out you’ve been flirting alone—the man was actually, eh, not really uninterested in you; or when Hayden had to look for you after that douchebag you called ex left you alone in a restaurant after some stupid arguing and you were drunk elsewhere. So many occasions and when he listens them, you two are laughing your asses off.

“You don’t remember that because you were seriously drunk. My goodness, you’ve never had drank that much before!”

“I felt so sick the other day, though.”

“And I was looking after you. You’re welcome.”

You laugh again, the sound of it breaking the silence, the quietness that surrounds you two, where the cold wind howls. It’s when your eyes find their ways to his almost unconsciously so.

“Your marshmallow, Y/nickname!” He exclaims, and you burst into giggles as you take it away from the flames. “Always disastrous. Thankfully when it comes to food I am better prepared.”

He gives you a plate and some napkins as you eat.

“Oh please, stop staring.” You shoot him a glare. “It is rude to stare when one is eating.”

Hayden smiles sarcastically at your remark.

“Really? I’ll remember that next time you stare at me drinking.”

“I know what you are referring to.” You pause to lick your fingers. You do love burnt marshmallow even better than with chocolate. “And I was looking after your well being, you ungrateful brat. You were so heavily drunk. I cannot even remember what the fuck happened.”

In moments like these you feel as if your life is funnier than Bridget Jones’s. Had people known what you and Hayden gone through together, they would either be skeptical about the stories or make a lot fuss about them. Disastrous you might be, sentimental? Of course. But your life by his side has never been so amusing. It graces your lips with a smile.

“You got some…” Hayden leans closer to you and he uses his thumb to clean the remaining of marshmallow at the corner of your lips.

You are caught off guard by such a gesture. Simple, but completely significant. You and him lock gazes. Your heart races so loud, beating against your chest and you fear it might rip your chest out.

His thumb softly slips to your bottom lip in long seconds, and you might lean into it… had he not quickly removed it from you. And the cold is suddenly perceived even thought the fire pit is burning bright with orange flames.

You swallow hard and you can tell Hayden is uncomfortable too. His eyes, however, linger at you, waiting for something? You, however, seem unable to do anything at all. Instead, you quickly stand and mutter a few words:

“I-I should better get going. My phone is out of battery.”

You are quick in your paces, adrenaline in your veins. Hayden knows you are lying, not only by reading your body language, but also knowing you never use the phone when he’s around.

So he stands and comes after you. He holds your wrist before you go inside your bedroom. You are surprised by how fast he comes after you.

“What was that about?” Hayden asks you straight away as he does.

“I-I…”

“Come on, Y/nickname. We are on this together.”

“I am not…” Your breath is shorter as he steps closer to you. His hands are cupping your cheeks. How did you get to this moment so fast? But was it really? Or perhaps your fear is clouding your memories?

The day after Hayden married Rachel you were found drinking and weeping. The hangover was terrible. Or when you and him shared a bed after a night of indulging in drinking, except you didn’t do nothing that was not cuddling. You were the first to open your eyes and the joy you experienced could be easily accessed even now.

“You are scared. I know you.” He lifts your chin, searching for your eyes. “Don’t overthink. Let this go.”

“And if you break my heart?”

“And if we fly high?”

You close your eyes, leaning into his touch. He rests a hand around your waist, drawing you closer to him. As you open them, you spot those blue irises diving into your y/c ones. He places a hand at the back of your neck.

“Well? Will fear stop you from living?”

You hate these questions, but for once he has a point. Wherever this is going to take you, you will not waste your own time anymore. So your hands are now resting over his shoulders as your lips press against his.

It’s innocent at first. He hums happily at the contact with your mouth, brushing it softly before allowing your tongue to snake into his. It is a slow, acquainting kiss, though one does not feel the need to know the other. It flows naturally as if your tongue has long paired with his.

It warms you, giving you more confidence. Your hands move higher to cup his cheeks before going to his short hair. Your fingers play with his curls. Your mind is blank when Hayden presses you against the wall.

It begins to grow fervent, sending you waves of heat all over your body. It has been such a long time since a mere kiss makes you aroused. And you want more. Your desires are coming out of your cage, the intensity you’ve sought to repress, the one fire that no man could handle… it is there, rising in your chest.

Hayden knows you. He reads you well. He feels it too—it mirrors his own. You never knew the long looks he gives you, the lust that darkens his irises whenever you are wearing clothes that, whilst not showing so much skin, definitely reinforces your skin. He wants you.

He opens the door of your bedroom and drives you inside. Hayden smiles when you press him against you, your hands desperately trying to remove his shirt. It is comical how, by doing so, you slip and fall in bed. It could be worse, though. You could have slipped and fell on the floor.

“Oh bloody hell.” You heavily sigh as Hayden laughs at the situation. You stay there for some seconds, contemplating your embarrassment. “I had to ruin it, didn’t I?”

He’s crawling over you and your mind is distracted by his perfectly shaped body. You feel a friction in between your legs never before aching as it does now.

“You never ruin anything, my love.” Hayden tells you, so sweetly and so intently too that you are barely able to breathe.

Did he just call you his love? You do not wish to overthink it, but it does make you beam. You lean to capture his lips as his arms engulf you in a warm embrace. It does not last so long, though, as he parts the kiss to brush his lips in your jawline, going down to your neck, briefly interrupting his doings as he begins to remove your blouse.

You are now only wearing your underwear. It is funny how you feel exposed to his eyes in a dark room where there are no witnesses, not even the moon light. But he sees you, though, as you see him. He strokes your cheek before messing a bit with your hair.

“You are gorgeous, Y/N. I shouldn’t have taken this long…” It is as if he’s saying to himself as he leans to kiss your neck, going rigid in his pants as you shiver in response to his kisses, a content sigh coming out of your lips.

“No, you should not.” You don’t mind the subtle confession, eyes closed as you enjoy those lips against your skin. You take your time as you slip your hands from his shoulders to his arms before resting in his abs. You feel that aching again, but nothing stops you from immersing your hand right into his manhood.

“Oh.” Hayden groans out of surprise. His eyes go slide wide, not expecting you to be so bold. “How naughty of you.”

“I can be very naughty.” You smirk, slowly taking control of him, swapping positions as you lay him down just after helping him remove his pants. “You need that, don’t you?”

You begin to feel juices making your panties wet and your nipples going hard, but none of this matters when his moans are so damn sexy. No man was as handsome as Hayden is right now.

“I need you.” He breathes out. You lean forward to peck soft kisses around his neck, never letting go of his erect member. “Fuck, Y/nickname. This is so damn good. Better than in my wildest dreams.”

Oh, he could so easily bring that naughty side of you that very few knew it well. The one shamelessly bare of all social concealing skills. You chuckle against his skin, trying to struggle to keep your arousal unseen despite the growing hunger he makes you. But to feel it pulsing against your hand as you go up and down, softly twirling the tip in between your fingers, is so damn good.

“Are you saying you have dreams with me?” You ask sweetly as you kiss his abs and move your lips right below.

Hayden breathes in anticipation, his hands already gripping your hair. He holds it tight, your long locks a completely mess in his fingers. You smirk when he pulls you right where he wants you to.

And as you finally engulf him with your mouth, the fun has just begun…

***

You don’t mind him dominate you. In fact, it’s moments like these you realize he always had been your soft spot.

He spreads your legs, removing your intimate clothing with gentleness. His eyes are glued on you, how you give in to his touch so easily, so eagerly.

He leans forward to you, caressing your thighs before he inserts one finger right in the between. There’s a devilish air playing in his eyes as you squirm under his skillful, intent teasing. He smirks mischievously down at you, his attention diverting from your facial expressions of pleasure to your body reactions.

He kisses your neck, gently bruising it with small bites and saying dirty things to you all the way he moves to your heavy breasts. There he stays for a very long time, long enough for you to burst right into his hands.

And what you did to him, he does to you. Having him right in between your legs is more than you could have conceived. He does it so well, you mewl under his touch.

Hayden enjoys to have you wrapped around his finger. But, to be fair, he’s under your command too. As he crawls over you and finally gets inside you, when he locks hands with you, Hayden comes to confirm his inner desires: that you have always been the one.

This observation, whilst remaining unspoken, is there to be seen in his blue eyes and in the way he side smiles at you. When he cups your face and kisses you as he makes love with you.

It’s in the particular details amongst the meetings of the flesh, the drunkenness of lust, that you two realize that you are in love.

***

It is an amazing discovery: to see the one you’ve been looking for has always been there by your side. You happily contemplate the vision of Hayden asleep in your arms, his curls dropping in his eyes, face half buried in the pillow. Such a handsome sight to behold.

It’s been three days since you and Hayden stopped contenting yourselves with friendship with shades of flirtations. You are positively amazed by how he assures you this is anything but casual, although neither seems to speak about it.

You try not to overthink about it, but eventually you do so. You lean your head back to pillow, your mind starting to wonder that if this, whatever you have with Hayden, is not casual, how come there is no label of what is going with you two?

We don’t need a label. We are modern and that is it.

And here you are, in another internal struggle. As you take a sit and curiously take a peak to the landscape that is absorbed by the cold outdoor, you try to distract yourself by comparing the differences in temperature between indoors and outdoors.

“You are overthinking again.” You are startled by his morning voice. You haven’t seen him waking up and watching you with love in his eyes as the blanket slipped from your back, leaving your back completely bare half hidden by your long locks; you’ve missed his side smirk, the love in his eyes that would have ceased any question, would have buried any doubts your mind invented about him. Now he is resting his chin over your shoulder and smiling adoringly at you. “What is it, princess? What is troubling your mind?”

He rests a hand in your hip, caressing it softly as he draws you closer to him. It is so evident his effect on you, overall because of the blush that paints your cheeks. Hayden knows you, he is your connoisseur. Perhaps he’s always known you’ve had a secretly crush on him, but he never had the courage to talk about it. Or because circumstances prevented you two to acknowledge it.

“I am not overthinking.” You tell him. “I was just observing the beautiful scenario there is outdoors. It’s so cold that I don’t see the sheeps out there.”

Hayden chuckles at your typical way of running away from the difficult questions he asks you. His hand moves to play with your hair, tangling every curl with his fingers before resting it in the back of your neck. He leans to press a kiss on your cheek. You blush deeply again.

“You don’t fool me, love. I know you’ve been quietly staring outdoors with a mind so full of questions.” When you give him a look of surprise at him, Hayden smirks. “Should it surprise you that I know you well?”

“No one has ever read me like you do.” You admit it in bewilderment.

“That’s because they never took the opportunity to actually get to know you.” Hayden strokes your cheek and you lean into his touch, before resting your face in his shoulder only to bury it in his neck. His scent still gives you shivers. He pulls the blanket over your bodies, clinging into you whilst doing so. You realize your insecurities had taken possess of your spirit again. “They were buffoons who never took you for who you are, what you could offer them.”

You raise your eyes and instantly meet his. You smile to each other.

“Will you please tell me what is going on with your mind?”

Simple as that and your barriers are knocked down. You tell him about your insecurities and he does not judge you for them. Hayden listens all the way, eyes concentrated on you.

Before your anxieties try to play a trick on you, he cuddles you and plants a kiss all over you face, making you smile.

“I get your feelings, my love. Speaking them out is better, don’t you think?” He caresses your shoulders, your arms, your back. “If I told you I had not come to think about it, I would be lying. To be frank with you, I’ve been hesitant because of all I’ve been through… I too was scared. I am fable, I’ve hurt people before. But you give me hopes, every day you make me smile. I’ve been trying, but I can’t fight this feeling anymore. I love you, Y/N. You’ve been in my head for a while now.”

You reluctantly part the cuddle to look at his face. You are barely believing what you are told. This time, Hayden is the one whose face goes completely red. You beam at him, leaning towards him as you throw your arms around your neck. There is so much to speak but all you can say is:

“I love you too, H.”

He is most pleased to hear you say so, even if your body language already had dismissed his fears. Hayden holds you against him and presses a kiss over your nose before doing the same against your lips.

***

As good as it is to live in paradise, world as it is summons you back to reality. Hayden is about to start filming the episodes of “Kenobi” and you have your own things to figure it out.

“As soon as it is possible, we’ll make another trip like this again.” He promises you. You’ve never seen him this smiley before and it makes you beam each time.

“Oh I’m sure about it. I’ll see to it.” You joke about it, enjoying to see your fingers locked with his all the while he drives back to airport.

Hayden chuckles quietly.

“I know you will.”

Going back home never felt so blissful.

***

Epilogue.

God knows why you are so disastrous. Your mother would claim this is a flaw you never got rid of whilst growing up besides dressing with a poor fashion taste. You are tired to tell her that first, it’s not your fault that objects are always standing in your way as you pass and second, you prefer the comfort than looking sexy all the freaking time.

Although you now start to think that it is more related to your mood because since you’ve become Hayden’s girlfriend, you’ve been feeling sexy enough to dress fancy clothes—at least in occasions where you tend to feel horny and ends up with the two of you in bed, which has been working very well for the last twelve months.

But as you start a new job at long last as a reporter of a conceited magazine, you have to dress accordingly. So here you are, all formal with hair tied in pony tail and trying not to look painfully disastrous in high heels.

“You’ll be fine.” Hayden assures you. “Maybe I’ll get to see you covering the “Kenobi” series. That would be fun.”

Oh and it does prove to be fun. When it happens, you slip a few times here and there, and you might have twisted your ankle. Your co-workers are laughing their ass off as you stand and recompose, acting like nothing had happened.

And whilst you mask your feelings, you feel like taking a seat and cry. Thankfully though, you’ve made a friend of your team named Sheryl and she’s sensitive enough to see you’ve been having a hard time with balance over heels since day one.

“You know, I’ve been there myself. No need to worry about it. Go on and be brave. You are the most competent of us all here.”

“I appreciate, Sheryl.” You thank her.

Thankfully though you are there to transcribe the interview not to ask them the questions. You blush lightly when Ewan sees you are coming with a notepad in hands and you swear you see an exchange of amusing glances with your boyfriend, but thankfully he says nothing. Otherwise you’d be the center of the gossips and you don’t want that.

Hayden gives you a quick loving glance which only makes it difficult for you not to pay attention as your colleague H/N asks him questions, all the while you record and try to transcribe it at the same time.

But at the end of the interview, as you wait for your friend Sheryl leave bathroom, Hayden comes to you.

“Hey. How was it? I hope you’re calmer. You looked a little nervous.” He searches for your hand and you discreetly hold it. He feels you are still shaking.

“Oh yes. It’s so much pressure”, you tell him. “But this is not the worst, you don’t know what…”

You are interrupted as your phone buzzes. You heavily sigh. Hayden smiles at you.

“We’ll talk at home.” He gives your hand a quick squeeze.

Even though just recently you’ve moved in together, you miss him dearly as he leaves you with your phone.

But of course you could not worse your situation, could you? Your team is leaving and so are you, having just formally said goodbye from Hayden and Ewan professionally so—you would later today ask Ewan to try to look more serious for future references because he could not stop shooting you amusing glances throughout the whole interview—when you slip again.

This time, though. It’s more serious. Because you broke your foot.

But there is a good side of plastering the foot: you are being spoiled by your handsome boyfriend and your lovely stepdaughter who is making sure to write her name in your plaster and also draw cute things.

“And they were laughing at me as if I wasn’t feeling myself a joke.” You are telling Ewan and Mary Elizabeth as Hayden is getting pizza for you guys. “Couldn’t it be any less awkward?!”

Ewan chuckles.

“It could always be worse. Look at the bright side of being anonymous: you are spared of seeing the worst angles of you all around internet for entertainment purposes.”

“Always wise, my dear. Always wise. I’ll drink to that.” You raise your empty glass. You are about to stand though and get yourself some wine when Hayden forbids you to stand.

“What are you doing? You ought to rest, stubborn creature.”

“And here’s a good thing as well”, says Mary Elizabeth. “You are being spoilt by the one man you love.”

Hayden captures the moment the blush rises to your cheeks, a vision that never ceases to delight him. He comes back with pizza and wine—and juice for his daughter—when you are telling Ewan’s wife that this is the only good thing of going to endless embarrassing moments like breaking your foot.

“As if I don’t spoil you enough.” He snorts at you, making you giggle.

That night goes well as usual, surrounded by the man of your life, good friends and a child you love as if she is yours. You could not have been more content with what you have, with what life gifted you.

Soon, though, you will find out your new family is growing and with it, the secretly wanted moment where you will become Mrs Christensen is about to happen. Looks like you finally put your shit together.

#Star Wars #Star Wars imagine #imagine Star Wars #Hayden Christensen #Hayden Christensen x reader #Hayden Christensen x you #Hayden Christensen x y/n #this hints me a bit of #bridget jones #lol

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anonymous said: ik you’re a pretty big star wars (and vader) fan so i’m kinda curious—would touya-nii binge watch the movies with her, and if reader is obsessed with vader like you, how would he react to her thirsting over anakin? i can just picture him getting jealous over a fictional villain and getting all mad and overprotective

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

notes: set in my touya-nii au, this is an extremely self-indulgent piece and was written as more of a comfort for myself than anything else but i wanted to share it here since anon prompted it!!! with that being said, this is generally how touya-nii would react to anyone’s favourite character in the most basic sense, so if you’re interested in that, read on!

warnings: no smut but still +18 minors do not interact, stepcest, toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), star wars spoilers (lmao???)

words: 2.1k

synopsis:

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

They’re stupid questions; he knows they’re stupid questions, knows the answer is yes, absolutely, of course you do, yet he can’t help but vocalize them, pathetically vying for that concrete reassurance pouring from your lips and cascading over his skin, encasing him in an indestructible coating of your comforting, unconditional love.

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”

—

It’s a special type of torture, watching these films with you, subjected to all your little mewls and moans that you attempt to subdue, to tone down, purely for his sake; all your little whispered wisps of Daddy that manage to slip from your throat every time Vader’s onscreen, so delicate, so precious the endearment merely caresses your lips on its way out.

It’s the most rewarding type of torture, watching these films with you, privy to all of those sweet bubbles of laughter—vaporized happiness that he devours; down his throat and into his lungs and straight to his very soul—that warm him from the inside out, that make it all so fucking worth it.

On the days where nothing seems to be enough, on the days where his kisses can’t quell the glittery tears staining your cheeks and his cuddles can’t calm the shuddery sobs rattling your ribs and his words can’t lull the misery incessantly ricocheting off the walls of your skull, he’s forced to bring out the big guns.

“Where are you going?” you nearly whimper, body involuntarily leaning forward to follow his heat, his comfort, as he leaves the couch and pads towards your impressive blu-ray collection, proudly displayed across the dark wood shelves lining the far wall of your living room.

Touya doesn’t answer, merely casting a glance over his shoulder in your direction, the grimace chiseled into his face melting into something softer, something sweeter when he spots you curled in a cute little ball, chin resting on your folded knees as gleaming eyes watch him in curiosity, your favourite fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around your form.

Revenge of the Sith, that’s the one that holds the most nostalgia. It isn’t your favourite—no, that’s the one with that weird yeti creature at the beginning, the one where Luke gets shoved into that deformed horse or whatever the fuck that thing is before he dies of hypothermia; The Empire Strikes Back, that’s the one—but it holds a special place within your heart, and it’s a foolproof way to crack the trepidation coating your features with a precious little smile, even if only for an hour or two, one filled with childhood memories and the deep seated soothing nostalgia seems to bring with it.

Slender fingers drum against the plastic held in his palms, Hayden Christensen staring up at Touya from the blu-ray case, beautiful and brooding, and Touya swallows a sigh.

He hates this film.

It isn’t the atrocious writing, or the dreadful CGI, or the cardboard acting—though they all do their part, respectively—it’s him.

It’s the way you react to him, with those girlish squeals and gushing whispers, with hearts in your eyes and pure adoration in your voice, instantly engrossed in Anakin Skywalker’s aura any time he’s on the screen.

Touya supposes he can’t blame you, though. Anakin is your favourite character, after all.

Doesn’t mean Touya has to like it.

“Oh, niichan,” you breathe, a wave of watery appreciation rushing to cloud your vision the moment you realize his intentions.

“You’re having a really rough day,” Touya offers as a halfhearted explanation, a shoulder shrugging awkwardly as he looks away from your penetrative gaze, pure love pouring past your lashes, so potent, so powerful he swears he can feel it stretching his lungs with each inhale, surging down his throat and through his veins, his blood and tissue sparked aflame.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he settles back beside you, taking his rough hands between yours and squeezing, teardrops chasing each other down your smooth cheeks.

“No need to thank me,” he says gruffly, even though he appreciates the gesture more than he can verbally express. “And no more crying, yeah?” Calloused thumbs swipe through the steady streams flowing on your face, killing them instantly. “I’m sure Anakin wouldn’t want you crying either, princess.”

And try as he may, he can’t help the way his features pucker as he all but spits the sentence from his mouth, the name putrid on his tongue.

You don’t seem to mind, though, a giggle-infused sniffle catching tenderly in your throat at his reaction, snuggling into his side as a reluctant finger finally presses play.

And then the film begins, the first few notes of that iconic theme song blaring proudly through the speakers, and Touya feels a distinct shift in your spirit—looser, lovelier, muscles relaxing as rosy nostalgia infused with warm comfort weaves thickly through your blood.

Touya stays quiet for the first little while, watching with fleeting, soured disinterest, refraining from commenting his caustic thoughts until Anakin is reunited with his secret wife, Padmé, the camera pushing in on his face, bright blue eyes and perfect smile shimmering against his flawless skin as he gazes at his lover.

“Pretty boy,” Touya grumbles through a scowl, eyes shaded by his tightly knit brows as he glares at the screen.

“You’re a pretty boy, too, niichan,” you nudge his shoulder with your own, a playful little smirk painted across your swollen face.

“Oh, shut up,” he rolls his eyes, unable to suppress the grin fluttering on his lips, bashfulness tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“M’serious!” you sit up a little straighter, sincerity shining in your stare, residual tears still glazing your eyes, old teardrops stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, niichan, I swear,”

A dainty pinky is held upright between your chests, wiggling a little in enticement.

And despite the melancholia still saturating your features—a twitching nose, a hitching chest, a quivering lip—your love for him is still so bright, so genuine, so real that it almost hurts, your sheer devotion raw and uncut and so fucking strong, and he has to look away, burning emotion swelling in his chest and crawling up his throat, mouth watering a little as it sits densely on the back of his tongue.

“Alright, princess, alright,” he’s clearing his throat as a large pinky twines itself around yours and squeezes, sealing the promise. “I believe you.”

Miraculously, he manages to get through the majority of Revenge of the Sith without complaining, save for the occasional unintelligible growl, mumbled out under his breath, his strong arms continuing to tighten around your waist with each soft gasp or muted squeal you emit, pressing you closer and closer to his heart, a silent reminder that he is there, that he is yours, as delicate little fingers curl in the faded material of his hoodie, pulling further and further, a silent reminder that you are his, too.

It isn’t until Padmé confronts Anakin on his decision to join the dark side that Touya truly speaks up, the question, heavy with emotion, scathing his tongue.

“Would you follow me to the dark side?”

“Of course I would,” you answer without hesitance, automatic and instinctual.

“I mean,” Touya begins, rolling the words around on his tongue. “He’s doing it all for her, isn’t he?”

“He is,” you confirm with a nod. “Anakin’s intense, uncontrollable emotions—his love, his hate, his anger, his jealousy—are ultimately his downfall.”

Fidgeting beside you, Touya clears his throat roughly, pricks of heat crawling up the back of his neck.

“Interesting.”

If you notice his discomfort, or the similarities between him and your favourite character, you don’t say anything, silently allowing him to haul you into his lap and cradle you against his chest; a shield of sorts, against the raw vulnerabilities he and Anakin seem to share.

And yet, it’s…comforting, in a weird, almost inexplicable way, knowing that your favourite character has so many commonalities to Touya himself, knowing that you love him just the same regardless of his deeply flawed nature and unforgivable mistakes.

Watching as Anakin burns is nearly unbearable, the crackling of flames and melting of skin conjuring painful memories to the forefront of Touya’s mind—the sight of bright oranges and the smell of burnt flesh and the taste of ashy air overwhelming his senses—and he has to look away, jaw flexing with a thick swallow.

Burnt to a crisp and left to die by someone they loved, yet another similarity between him and your favourite.

At last, the torture of Hayden Christensen ends, the large man decked out head to toe in Vader’s extravagant suit as he steps off the steel operating table, rickety and tottering like Frankenstein’s monster as he hollers that ridiculously long, overly dramatic and extremely cliche Nooo! at news of Padmé’s death.

The crushing in his chest alleviates with the removal of the disk, Touya drawing in a few slow, steady breaths as he swaps one Star Wars film for another. It isn’t fully eradicated, a sort of bruising weight of clawed green envy still gnawing on his ribs and swiping at his heart, but he feels he can breathe a little easier now; the hardest and heaviest part is over, and he no longer has to look at Hayden’s Abercrombie & Fitch model face anymore.

It isn’t until halfway through Rogue One that Touya speaks again, low voice swiftly following your excited cheers of seeing Vader on the screen for the first time in the film.

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”

Despite the nonchalance embedded in your tone, he can see the concern clear as day in your eyes, and he’s grateful that you don’t push, allowing him that space to find his reassurance without making a big deal out of it, without humiliating him or patronizing him further.

He nods in response, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply, head nodding again as he nuzzles into you.

It’s incredible how even after all these years, your reaction still hasn’t dulled in the slightest, bright smiles and breezy giggles conjured up the minute your favourite character appears.

It’s incredible to hear notes of elation and amusement seeping from his baby’s lips after a day full of sobs and sniffles, to see those sparks of mirth in your eyes—flares that have dried up, dried out, all of the sadness and tears—even if you both know it’s fleeting escapism at best, a few hours of bliss conjured up by a sugared sentimentality.

Because even if it’s only for a few transient moments, it’s all so worth it, suffering through all of your fawning and fussing over this character, continually shoving down those jealous and possessive notions desperate to make it past his lips, remarks that grate this throat with every thrust back, sharp and covered in thorns. It’s all so fucking worth it if it makes you feel better—if Touya can make you feel better, wielding nostalgia as his weapon—irregardless of how long the effects last.

Eventually, though, it all becomes a bit too much for him.

Shuffling your body on his thighs roughly a quarter through the fourth Star Wars film you’ve put on, Touya turns you away from the television, physically forcing your attention to him as he rearranges you to straddle his hips.

“I think you’ve been staring at him for long enough, don’t you?” he mutters, head dropping to scatter a few well-placed kisses along your neck, front teeth nipping a little at the sensitive skin. “Niichan is feeling a little left out,”

His voice is heavy with an exaggerated pout, words filtered through a jutted bottom lip. And although his tone is playful and teasing, you can see it, that little glimmer of truth, of insecurity, of jealousy shining bright in his sapphire eyes.

“You’re cute, niichan,” you murmur softly, a thumb gently caressing his protruding lip. His tongue catches it easily, sucking the appendage into the heat of his mouth.

“Cute, huh?” he speaks around the finger held between his teeth, an eyebrow raising in challenge.

A warm, wet tongue curls around your thumb, swallowing it further into his mouth before he lets go of it with a pop, teeth scraping against your flesh as the digit is pulled from his lips. A smirk carves itself into his face at your eager nodding, cute little uh-huhs spilling from your throat, Touya huffing out an airy little chuckle in response.

Sapphire glitters in the waning rays, weak beams of sunlight bathing the room in pale gold, eyes seeming to darken with the rapidly setting sun.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you cute, princess.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fluff #todoroki touya fluff #todoroki touya x reader #i rly enjoyed writing this waaaaaaah #tw stepcest

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