#Hayden christensen

[scottsbarringer]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Scott Barringer

Higher Ground 1.17 — Daised and Confused

[xskywalker21]

Him looking at Rosario 🥹

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN On the set of Ahsoka (2023)

[stheresya]

Star Wars movies (1977 - ) // The Fallen Angel (detail) - Alexandre Cabanel, 1847

[staraayla]

face sculpted by the gods 😏

[numberonewastelanderbaby]

[llukeskywalker]

[vader-anakin]

Star Wars Episode II - Attack of the Clones (2002) Dir. George Lucas

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: hayden christensen x pregnant!reader

FLUFF ❦

It was 8PM Friday night when it happened. HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN'S house was all quiet, all warm from the fireplace your boyfriend set up. Lavender candle flickered on the coffee table nearby, filling the air around with something sweet and soft. A half empty bowl of popcorn sat beside it, long abandoned in the favor of the true battle.

Uno.

You and Hayden were cross-legged on the too comfortable couch, cards fanned out in your hands, the little plastic deck sitting between you both. He wore his grey sweatpants and a loose Henley, leaning back against the cushions with one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch and those tempting, long fingers tapping idly against his knee.

He was way too calm.

Too collected.

While you..heavily pregnant. Hormonal. Exhausted. Swollen. And now, for the fourth time, you’re one card away from victory—

Until Hayden slapped down a +4 card.

Your breath stopped in your throat. Heart fluttered in its place. Your gaze snapped from your carda to him, betrayal thick in your voice. “Are you serious right now?”

Hayden just smirked. “Rules are rules, sweetheart.”

Oh. Oh.

Your lip wobbled. Your eyes stung with soon to come tears. Your hormonal rage building in your chesr.

“You don’t even care about the game,” you whispered with the shaky voice. “You just wanna watch me suffer.”

Hayden exhaled through his nose, probably for the fifth time this hour “Baby, it’s Uno.”

You slammed your cards down on the coffee table. “It’s a personal attack is what it is.”

Hayden chuckled, his deep, warm, way-too-pretty voice not helping you at all.

“You think this is funny?”

He raised his hands in surrender, lips twitching. “I think you’re very cute when you’re angry.”

“i am not cute”

He grinned at that, looking entirely too amused. His hand shot towards to grab his mug of tea as if he didn’t just shatter your entire uno-world.

“You just ruined family game night.”

Hayden snorted. “Baby, it’s just the two of us.”

You blinked rapidly. “Exactly. That is the problem”

There was a bright moment of pure silence. A little beat. You don't know what really happened. You don't really knew how dramatic you could be. Like something was pulling all the strings on your emotions, causing you to react in ways you'd never do.. probably

A tear rolled down your cheek.

Hayden’s entire body froze in it's place. His smirk disappeared. His blue eyes widened.

“Baby—”

You sniffed, letting your arms cross over your belly as you dramatically shifted to face the opposite direction, making Hayden panick

He quickly stood up from the couch, immediately those toned arms reached for you, pulling you back without slopping the little homemade coffee table from the couch. He shifted you between his legs, arms wrapped around you as he buried his face in your neck.

“Okay, okay, I take it back,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder. “I’m a terrible person. I should’ve let you win.”

You mumbled something unintelligible.

Hayden sighed, lips tracing up to your jaw. “Come on, baby, don’t cry over Uno.”

You sniffed. Hard. “It’s not just Uno. It’s about the concept.”

Hayden chuckled, hugging you tighter.

And despite yourself, despite your weird outburst, despite his stupid, deep, pretty voice, his warm, strong arms, his soft, sleepy kisses; you melted like a little puddle

You grumbled into his chest, “I want ice cream.”

Hayden smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll grab the tub,” he murmured. “And you can pick the movie.”

You hummed, already content, already forgetting your induced heartbreak. While Hayden just shook his head, muttering fondly under his nose: "Hormones are scary.”

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[divineani]

lmao help why is this so true

just saw this on x and i almost fell of the bed

[artdonalldson]

Advice of the day: if your man starts dressing up like this be careful

[star-wars-forever]

[gifsbysimplysonia]

first, @lacebird is a Saint for gifting us with all these

second,

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN Filming episode 7 of Ahsoka (2023-)

[skyguytoast]

Trading Anakin - Hayden Christensen x cosplayer!reader

SYNOPSIS: At a Star Wars convention, you discover your boyfriend’s cheating just before meeting Hayden Christensen. As heartbreak sets in, Hayden’s kindness makes you question if it’s time for a new Anakin.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNINGS: Hayden being cute, cheating, angst with hopeful end

A/N: Hello people, this idea was in my drafts a long time, I decided to give it a chance. I hope you enjoy, comments and rebblogs mean the world for me. 💖Kisses and good reading! Dividers by @cafekitsune

request always open!!

You and Ben had been dating for nearly two years, and your relationship had felt like something out of a Star Wars romance tale. You first met at a fan event, both dressed in costumes from Attack of the Clones—you as Padmé in her Geonosis battle attire, and him as Anakin, complete with a makeshift lightsaber. It was serendipitous, like destiny had written your names in the stars. Together, you made a picture-perfect couple, not just in real life but on social media, where your cosplay photos and videos had garnered a loyal following. Invitations to premieres, merchandise endorsements, and collaborations soon followed, making the fandom dream your shared reality. 

But today, everything would change.

The excitement of finally meeting Hayden Christensen was electric. You’d spent sleepless nights preparing for the moment, sewing Padmé’s elegant black dress from Revenge of the Sith to perfection. The velvet fabric hugged your curves, the high neckline adorned with intricate metallic details. You couldn’t help but notice the way people’s eyes followed you as you walked into the convention hall with Ben by your side. He wore his freshly completed Clone Wars-inspired Anakin armor, which you had painstakingly crafted together.

Everything seemed perfect—until it wasn’t.

While waiting in line for your photo with Hayden, you idly checked your phone. A notification from an unknown number caught your eye. At first, you dismissed it as spam, but curiosity got the better of you. Opening the message, you froze. There it was—a picture of Ben, unmistakably him, locked in a passionate kiss with another woman. The blonde was draped all over him, her hands possessively clutching his shoulders. The worst part? He was wearing the padawan Anakin cosplay you had handmade for him.  

Your breath caught in your throat as the world blurred around you. Memories of that day flooded back—you hadn’t been able to attend that event because you were unwell, but Ben had assured you he’d gone alone. He’d even brought back an autograph from Rosario Dawson, gushing about how amazing the experience was. 

And now? The betrayal stared back at you in pixelated clarity. Anger churned in your chest, hot and unrelenting, overshadowing the heartbreak. How could he do this to you, especially today of all days? 

“It’s our turn, baby,” Ben said, his voice light as he gently nudged you forward. The sound grated against your nerves. How could he act so normal? How could he smile like that, knowing what he’d done? 

Your feet moved on autopilot as you approached Hayden, your heart sinking. What should’ve been the highlight of your day now felt tainted.  

“Hi, how are you?” Hayden greeted warmly, his smile radiant, his blue eyes kind and piercing all at once. “Wow, your cosplays are incredible. It’s like seeing them step out of the screen.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, forcing a tight smile as Ben draped an arm around your waist. You instinctively stiffened, pulling away just enough to make your discomfort clear. Hayden’s gaze lingered on you, his brow furrowing slightly, as though he could sense something was amiss.

“How do you want to pose?” he asked gently, his focus shifting between you and Ben. 

Ben, always the showman, grinned. “Padmé in the middle, with her Anakins on either side.”

Hayden’s eyes flicked to you for confirmation, and you gave a small nod, your voice caught in your throat. As you positioned yourselves, Hayden’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist, his touch firm yet comforting. Ben moved to copy him, but Hayden shifted slightly, blocking him without a word. It was subtle, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. 

The camera flashed, capturing the moment. You felt Hayden’s fingers brush your side lightly, a silent reassurance. “You make an exceptional Padmé,” he said quietly as you turned to leave. His words were soft, meant for you alone. “You deserve someone who sees that.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and for the first time since seeing that message, you smiled—a real smile.  

---

Hours later, the autograph session gave you another chance to interact with Hayden. Ben went ahead, chatting away about lightsabers and Clone Wars trivia. But when it was your turn, Hayden’s demeanor shifted, his smile warm and inviting. 

“Y/N,” he said, remembering your name as he signed the photo. His voice softened. “You seemed upset earlier. Are you okay?”

You hesitated, caught off guard by his perceptiveness. Before you could respond, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Whatever’s going on, just know you’re worth more than that.”

Your chest tightened. “Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Hayden scribbled something on the photo before handing it back, his fingers brushing yours. “If you ever need someone to talk to…” He tapped the corner of the photo, where he’d written his number alongside a small heart. 

You blinked in disbelief, your pulse quickening. “I don’t… I mean, are you sure?”

He smiled, his cheeks tinged with pink. “I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”

---

“I told you, he only cares about the female fans,” Ben huffed, the usual petulance lacing his voice. “We both took pictures at the same time, but he only remembered your name. Coincidence, right?”

You shrugged, suppressing the volcanic rage bubbling inside you. “Fuck you,” you muttered, brushing past him and letting your shoulder knock his.

Ben blinked, taken aback by your uncharacteristic tone. “Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice dripping with confusion. 

“Maybe I should be asking you that,” you shot back, raising an eyebrow as you turned to face him.

“I don’t get it,” he stammered, his frown deepening.

With a calmness that felt foreign even to you, you unlocked your phone and held the damning photo up to his face. The image of him passionately kissing another woman—a blonde, wrapped in his arms like she belonged there—was all the explanation you needed. 

“Baby, let me explain,” he started, his voice rising in a panicked plea. “It’s not what it looks like. She threw herself at me—I swear! I didn’t want to—”

“Do you think I’m stupid, Ben?” you snapped, your voice cutting through his excuses like a lightsaber through durasteel. “Your tongue was practically in her throat. And that outfit? The one I spent hours sewing? You’re pathetic.�� Your chest heaved with anger, each memory of your trust in him now tainted.

“Come on, baby, now you’re being too harsh,” he whined, his lower lip trembling like a child caught stealing. “You’ve got to hear my side of the story.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” you bit back, stepping away from him. “And right now, I don’t even want to look at you.”

Ben trailed after you as you made your way through the event hall. “Wait! Babe, don’t go! Let’s talk about this—”

“I said, not now.” You yanked your arm free when he reached for you, the touch setting your nerves ablaze. “We’ll talk later.” Your voice left no room for argument.

Ben’s shoulders slumped, his face contorted into an expression of wounded innocence—a manipulative trick you had seen one too many times. As you continued walking, his audacity reached a new height.

“Can you at least lend me some Uber money?” he asked sheepishly. “I spent all my cash on that Darth Vader mask.”

You stopped, turning slowly to look at him with disbelief. For a moment, you considered screaming, throwing something, making a scene. Instead, you settled for the coldest, most cutting response you could muster.

“Well, that sounds like your problem, not mine,” you said icily, brushing past him and exiting the venue. Outside, you hailed a cab, leaving Ben—and his betrayal—behind.

As the taxi pulled away, you allowed yourself a moment to exhale, your rage cooling into a bittersweet sense of freedom. The event arena disappeared behind you, replaced by the sprawling streets of New York. And, for the first time that day, your thoughts shifted to Hayden.

His kindness lingered in your mind like a gentle hum—the way he had noticed your distress, the warmth in his smile, the way his hand had steadied you when everything else was falling apart. He had offered support when you needed it most, without hesitation or expectation. He had seen you.

The memory of his words resurfaced: “You deserve better. Maybe it’s time to trade in your Anakin.” A soft smile tugged at your lips, and for the first time since the cheating, you allowed yourself to believe him.

Because before the sun comes the rain, and without it, there would be no rainbow. Maybe, just maybe, the bad times weren’t the end—maybe they were the beginning of something new. Something brighter. Something—or someone—worth holding onto.

TAG LIST: @ihearthayden @anakinstwinklebunny @sometimescharlolette

[poppysunderthestars]

➷ heartless ii ➷

“tryna be a better man”

⟡ fuckboy!ani and fem!reader

⟡ warning: kissing, +18 content, unprotected p in v (wrap it before y'all tap it!), degradation, sexual tension, blue balls(lmao), cum mention (if i'm missing any, please let me know!) minors do not interact!

⟡ summary; after the terrace horror show in your panties with anakin, you give it a go with him, i mean like a fuck and go ... maybe you're fuckboy's ani turning point or the one that could change him?

⟡ word count; 3,6k

author's notice: omg i can't actually believe it took me almost a year to drop part 2! hate uni anyways. i was debating whether on the ending to. should i give y'all a part 3? i think this is longer than pt.1. hahah enjoy!!

you can read pt. i here -> heartless pt. i

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he was dying for a taste. your taste, your tasty, flavorful, and sweet insides. he had imagined before what you’d taste like. what kind of texture your fluid would spill into. and he had so certainly pictured your love box being filled to the top of his hot seed. he was so dirty for that, but he didn’t even fucking care.

he was so needy for you, he was thrilled for your touch on his goosebumpy skin, only you could cause something like that on him. that neediness went from non-existent to “on the verge of passing out”, he wanted all and he was going to get it. 

a few days since that moment on the terrace with anakin full of sexual tension had passed. right after that, he went straight to his chambers to “cool off” being the nicest words for “pumping his hard juicy cock until oblivion”. 

he outright spent a few hours edging himself on his fist, thinking it was you doing him so wrong. your name was thrown from his mouth several times while his heat was rising. his loving whimpering increased while the speed of his dick increased. he had NEVER been so vocal, yet there he was moaning and delicately whispering “pl-please, do-don’t- don’t stop-op” his breath was short but he was almost certain that you were jumping on his lap making him feel so good.

he was embarrassed that a woman like you could make him so weak even by you not being close to him. something he had never felt before. his body went through heat waves when he thought of you in front of him. 

today, he was so confident he was going to take you to heaven with his mouth. everything was pointing towards success tonight in his chambers. he was loving the attention the female jedi´s were giving him in the library during study sessions.

everyone else was studying, reading, or driving intellectual conversations. however, mr. skywalker was taking kisses, handsy touches, and one not-very-obvious blow to his dick under the table. you did see that when no one else did. you were jealous but at the same time so desperate to choke him, how could he be so promiscuous in a temple of learning? 

he was disrespectful and egoistic by thinking he would not pay for his actions.

to some point, you did admire his ability to not give a fuck about shit. but it was time to make him regret everything.

after the library, you went back directly to your master. nonetheless, he was nowhere to be seen. he was still out on an important mission. you shrugged and returned to your chambers, where a holographic call from your master was already waiting.

he told you not to worry, he would be back in a few weeks and that for the time being you’d to report to master obi-wan kenobi.

oh, no. what the actual fuck. no.

that was not happening. but it did and there was nothing to make it different. so you pretended this little temporary action did not affect you. 

the rest of the night, you had one of your closest padawan guy friends hang out with you in your room. you talked about life, friends, jedi stuff. you’d hooked up before, he was your go-to guy for late-night calls. he had already tasted, devoured, felt, smelled, licked, and traced every millimeter of your douce skin. he was not the first or the last man to ever make you feel in paradise, rising through the thin air as you came riding his dick.

that night, things went as planned for you and him. anakin on the other hand, was not happy at all about your sentiments and your desires for someone who was not him. it was either him or no one. it had to be that way. he hated feeling that way, needing you in all your glory in every way. why you?  why not another girl?

there were far prettier girls in the temple, but he did not want them at all, not even close to how he was deprived of you, starved, and addicted to your entirety. your presence was magnetic, and the way you smiled after training, dropping sweat from your hair, licking the salty lips that he’d wished were all over him.

no one was made for him like you. recently you’d found yourself knowing that, he knew that and that tension in the terrace proved you both right. 

it was early morning now, a time when all that reigned over the temple was silence and sweet calm. your padawan guy friend had left your chambers some hours ago and for some reason, an obvious and indisputable one, you could not conceive sleep.

you’re killing me, fucking anakin skywalker.

that was what you wanted to do then, get yourself fucked by no other than soon-to-be knight anakin. it was a feeling you couldn’t run from, it was there from dusk till dawn, and from dawn till dusk. 

that night, you paced from one side of your room to the other, you anxiously moved your feet while lying down trying to fall asleep. it was such excitement and neediness, that you got up, took a quick shower, put some makeup on, and got out. you were getting some tonight with anakin and you couldn’t wait.

quietly you tipped toed around the white noised hallways, controlling your breath to not seem so excited and imagining what it would feel like to be already in skywalker’s embrace.

by the time you arrived at his door, your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of your chest and explode into a million pieces at his sight. no one has ever made you feel that way and you noticed that. you guessed anakin had felt that too on the terrace cause you felt him feel the same way about you. it was time to redeem all those lost years gone through the drain by giving the best night of his life to anakin.

before you could even reach the door to knock it, it suddenly opened, revealing a shirtless and tiresome anakin on the other side. he lacked sleep and he couldn’t formulate complete thoughts other than taking you right there in the door frame up against the cold metal.

he needed it so badly, all night he was desperate for touch, especially yours. and it seemed it was finally time for his hands to travel up and down your body. that was what he did, not hesitating for a moment, he threw himself onto you causing you to gasp in surprise. the door closed, leading you to cover yourselves into the darkness of his room, the only light being the soft illumination from the early morning coruscant.

he wrapped you with his arms looking down to you in awe. his mind was running all around and he couldn’t seem to concentrate, his heart was also racing and his breath was starting to become irregular. becoming one, delicately he took your chin and raised it up to match both visages. 

“last time we were alone, i was completely fine. yet these days without you and your presence have become one of my darkest thoughts, i fear”

his lips were perfectly moisturized and his fingertips traced your cheek. 

who could’ve thought mr. fuck-it-all had romance in him? 

when did he turn into this ball of pure neediness for you?

“you, anakin. have been present every night in my thoughts”

then, he felt proud. you felt the same way as him, pride was gone and you both needed to take each other so high you couldn’t come down.

“you know, i’ve tried hard stopping feeling these things for you. but i can’t. i’m enveloped”

oh well, you were too. 

and with that he closed the space between you and him, letting your breaths become one. lips colliding as his hands posed on your neck and subsequently letting him access the area under your ear.

“i’m tryna be a better man, but i’m fucking heartless”

and passion flowed from the connection formed. made you feel powerless the way he attacked your lips. 

“i will break your heart” he said, restraining himself from devouring you. “i will break you”

“nobody can break what’s already broken” your voice softly murmured onto his lips letting him caress the back of your head and grabbing your neck in a need of possessing you.

without mercy, he grabbed your head and with the other hand he bound his arm to your waist attaching you to him even closer. practically his member protruding your already soaked panties. grinding at the sign of your breath wanting more each time.

still with his hand in your head, almost taking a grip of your lower soft locks, his other hand ripped off your garments in a desperate attempt to make you feel impotent and unskillful. 

he kind of did achieve that, you were losing your mind over that touch. you were reminded you were there to make him feel like a total pathetic loser like he made you feel days ago in the terrace, not the other way around.

the thing is… you wanted him to be hurt, so impatient and needy only you could ease his throbbing dick pain.

after releasing from your clothing and his too. he admired in compass with his hands the brassier that held your pompous glistening breasts. his hands were without a doubt a complete mess, not even knowing where to start. after praising your bosoms, he liberated them with one hand from the white ladies’ wear.

oh, how did he spent so much time without his hand all over your soft bust. he internally begged to be allowed to pump himself in between your tits desiring to cream all over your chest. he could not wait any longer. his tip already bathed in clear sweet cum.

one of your hands rested easily on his cheek, caressing it with so much dedication. the other  guided anakin’s rough hand to your white cotton panties, a grinning smile garnishing his tanned face after realizing he had drenched his fingers with the wetness of your underwear.

you impose the infallible doe eyes to make him even more lustful for you, totally working wonders to any man. your hand left his in order to travel to his hard cock that was wishing to break free from his underpants. you pressed it softly earning from him a mellow whimper from his mouth.

“no man has ever touched me like that”  he raised a brow and approached you once again to drop all your clothing leaving you in complete nakedness.

“no one has ever made me feel like you have and you haven’t even been inside of me, you enchant me” was he going to believe all that? you kind of believe it yourself. perhaps that was why you were saying it. 

he took your hand and guided your little body to the bed. you took the liberty of smoothly pushing him and colocating yourself on top of his painful hard on. his thighs jelly like suffering from the silky touch were so impatient that he quickly took off the last piece of clothing on him and oppressed himself against your tiny seeping hole. 

you felt the sticky situation happening between both of your fully uncovered au naturel bits, it  felt so unreal, being on top of that whore of a man. the man was hot, there was no denying it. all you were excited about was starting to bounce. oh, was he on serious trouble.

you were going to give him the most unsustainable, burning and torturing minutes of his life by teasing him. your hips began rolling with a constant unstoppable rhythm, it felt so good having him agonizing, you could wait a little longer, no need to rush.

anakin panted and his tight problem become even more of a problem with no apparent solution. he was delirious, how could a woman like that make him feel so pathetic?

you could either let him suffer or giving him the pleasure of having control over you. 

fuck him, he deserved it. 

“bear it with fucking pride, baby” you said, licking the velvety surface of his nipples. 

you couldn’t have guessed how much time passed however it was starting to getting off your nerves. you wanted him pumping you but not as much as he wanted you.

how could a man be this pathetic? fool…

without previous announcement, you traced the tip of his member teasingly inserting it into your folds. hissing by the size of his dick, he au contraire warmed up by your insides whimpering in between a kiss.

how hypnotizing, you were starting to become surrounded by the grace of pleasure. 

“t-take all of me-e, doll” and so you did, you pushed him inside diligently. his veiny cock penetrated your gummy walls allowing you to stretch like you’ve never before.

after inserting himself fully, he prepared to move, feeling heavenly with each thrust. starting slow became faster and harder. melting at the friction his lower abdomen had to your hooded clit. your swollen hole became creamier and redder allowing you to enjoy the roughness of his movements.

“you feel amazing, ani” you felt great, but anakin felt even better and calling him that made him feel on the verge of seeing stars. but he contained. he would not let your first time together end so quickly because he was so horny. 

he was consumed by lust in its glory. all splattered across the bed for you. you rode him with impatience searching for your climax.

anakin was fucking pussy drunk. who would’ve thought. 

all he needed was your tight little drenched pussy. all made and delivered in a gold plate to him.

it was like his cock was carved according to your insides. perfectly fitting with every vain hitting the right spots. no dick had ever covered all of your walls like that. it was perfect for you.

“you make me feel so good, darling” he paced even faster, not allowing you to even breath. he had to put his effort with his hips but you were after all the one that had control over him, dominating his thighs and his big member.

without previous notice, he got his back up. resting it against the cold headboard. he wanted to see your tits flying on another perspective. 

his lips delivered a message to your breasts, biting softly and squeezing them together. his moans were muffled by his mouth attacking your chest, yours on the other hand were not discreet nor quiet.

all there was left was increasing volume and floppier thrusts when you felt closer to your high.

so you took it farther from him. you bit his ear and whispered.

“if you could see yourself right now”

did he listen to anything? not a single little thing. it was ecstasy to him and he was on another dimension all fucked up.

you pushed him even farther from your spongy spot abusing your poor cunt. finally caving in, your walls feeling the necessity to contract on his long dick.

you saw nothing but a static vision of pleasure, felt the expansion of electricity all over your body and your skin convulsed. the aftermath was very easy. it all came back to you. anakin was nothing but a jerk (who fucks good) however under no circumstance you would let him cum much less to irrigate himself inside of you.

you stopped yourself. finally breathing fully. he furrowed his brows and internally questioned your retrieval. he started feeling used, whose body was nothing but a sex toy available for her pleasure. she felt powerful leading him on like that. he did not deserve cumming. 

the emasculation of anakin skywalker was a first, he’d never been left with blue balls and he kinda started to understand that maybe his whole bitchy bad guy attitude was the reason why. 

nonetheless, this little joke on him made him realize no one had ever put him back in his place. literally all girls were thirsty and craving a fun night with him no matter the consequence, yet you were the one to make him feel like no one. like he was indeed the jerkiest of them all.

 he scoffed and looked up and down at you.  you had definitely left him speechless. as soon as you got up and started dressing up again, he became desperate. for you and of course for an answer to the situation he just couldn’t comprehend.

“well that was very fun, skywalker” you finally put on your belt and threw your hands to your hair to fix it up a little. yet anakin remained covered up in his mattress, panning and before you turned around to walk to the entrance, he grabbed you by the wrist. 

his grip was tight unlike how he grabbed your waist just minutes before, his eyes darkened and he finally spoke with a tad of clarity.

“fuck you, you made me think you were in the same shit with me the other day and now you pull this?” a typical ani, angry boy could never talk with soft expressions. your eyes redirected themselves to his bronzed and toned abdominal, his v line was making you drip inside, you’d wish that was your sight every morning. that was not the anakin you knew.

“well, wasn’t this a one time thing?” you innocently pouted your mouth. manipulating was the deal now, somehow you were trying to make him forever yours. would that even work?

he grunted and took you by the waist surrounding his arm on you and pulling you closer. 

“did i say that?” his visage made him look a bit mad but you assume it was just the fact you left him on the verge of spilling his seed. 

“i don’t fuck around, at least not with you” his lips pushed themselves together. ohh, his patience was easing. he was not going to put up with this.

“you know what? i don’t fucking need you, you whore” his grip on your body felt debilitating. you still need it. you couldn’t afford to lose him and not like this. “i could have any other bitch”

his gaze looked to the other side of the room, giving you a sort of a cold acknowledgement. 

“yeah, you wish” you instinctively got closer to him. “you’ll always know you have cum in all of the girls around here but, me. i think that oughta sting, or am i wrong?”

his face tightened and so did his grip. his arms became more stiff and his eyes slowly met yours.

“someday, you’ll regret it, honey” he breathed out. “you’d know you missed out on something great”

you powerfully smiled and talked to his ear. “it’s an all or nothing with me, ani” 

he scoffed again and his expression meant ridicule. his attitude was ridiculous but you had to let him know. he wasn’t going to be getting it on with you and having it all so freely. you had some dignity and you’d had to preserve it for the most. 

“so you’re saying i either date you and fuck all i want with you or i don’t and don’t fuck with you at all?” he emphasized these lasts words. 

“oh my ani, i never pegged you for smarty pants. just thought you were a drop-your-pants kinda guy” you let out a small laugh and turn your right cheek to your shoulder. girl was sassy and we knew it all along. 

“haha” he gave out a fake laughter and dropped his hands from your body and grabbed the sheets to his waist, providing him a more covered look (did it help? not at all) he still looked yummy. his forehead was still full of droplets of salty sweat and his chest glistened with most beautiful bliss. 

the silence reigned now over the room, air conditioning working was all you both could hear and the occasional steps outside in the hall. you really couldn’t feel uncomfortable at all, it was just confusing. 

“you know i don’t date” you turned around giving up, but that was not your plan yet.

“never told you i wanted to date you” your hands met your face and because your face was not in his sight you didn’t know how he was reacting, that felt scary. “i think if i wanted to date someone i could have someone way better than you, don’t you think?” 

“i mean, someone compromising, dedicated, strong and with a gorgeous mane” 

ding again, you had just loosened up his pretentious ego.

lovely how you can just fuck him up so easily

“am i not all that? or what’s wrong with me?” 

he face dropped and while that happened you smirked. oh how were tables turned now.

“now i got to be leaving, it’s getting late”

his glance started weakening and you felt stronger than ever.

“what should i do now?”

you turned your head and with your somber eyes you reprised.

“find someone to fix you, right? trying to be a better man? not much of a heartless man now, ani?”

with not much left to say, your hand reached the button to open the door, and passing through the threshold, he dropped.

“stay the night?” 

your hand grabbed the door frame, stopping for a moment.

hot jedi from tatooine, my ass

and without thinking it much, your body deserved way more. 

the door closed behind you and walking peacefully, your mind felt clearer. post-nut clarity was very useful. 

guess, i’m the heartless one after all…

[mieldreams]

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