#Hayden christensen

[dailydragon08]

this becomes even more heartbreaking with the context that there are ROTS deleted scenes where Palpatine convinces Anakin there's a rumor mill within the jedi ranks that Obi and Padme are having an affair.

Anakin and Padmé + talking about Obi-Wan

[awhhayden]

pov: working in the office with hayden ‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

[valkyrieromanoff]

God bless your dad's genetics… Dilf! Anakin x son’s girlfriend!reader

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CHAPTER THREE: NIGHT BREEZE

synopsis: after Anakin's embarrassing outburst at the wedding anniversay, you escape to the ship's deck for some air—only to find yourself face-to-face with your boyfriend's father once again.

warning: age gap (Anakin is 44 years old and the reader is in her early 20s), cheating, alternate universe, mild flirting in front of his wife

words: 1.4k

a/n: hello there, I'm so happy with the engagement the fanfic is getting, I'm thinking of having 10 chapters. So, get ready because in the next ones we'll have a little more action, if you know what I mean… kisses, and enjoy reading ;)

The mixture of alcohol and the constant sway of the high seas was a disastrous combination. You realized this as your steps wavered across the deck, each movement feeling heavier, less certain. The lingering tension from dinner still buzzed in your veins, amplified by the wine that had flowed too freely. Luke had left, needing time alone after the awkward family reunion. You hadn’t noticed his departure until the silence around you grew loud and the chill of solitude seeped in.

You staggered, the thin heels of your sandals a cruel joke on the uneven deck. Squinting, the world swayed, lights blurring into golden halos. "Oh, for fuck’s sake," you muttered, the words slurred and childlike. Your foot caught on an unseen groove, the delicate heel wedging firmly into the platform's slope. You shifted your weight, trying to free it, but your movements were slow, uncoordinated. The imbalance felt inevitable, gravity pulling you into its sway.

Suddenly, strong hands gripped you. “I got you, angel.” Anakin's hoarse whisper ignited goosebumps along your skin, his breath hot against your ear. The scent of whiskey and spice enveloped you, grounding and disorienting all at once. He held you suspended a few inches off the ground, one arm around your back, the other firm on your waist. 

You met his intense gaze, an electric current crackling between you, unspoken desires simmering in the depths of his eyes. His fingers, strong and calloused, pressed into your waist, searing through the thin fabric of your dress. Every nerve seemed to wake under his touch. Neither of you moved, the moment stretching into something charged and unspeakable. When he finally set you back down, his hand lingered, the heat of his palm a brand against your skin.

You tried to speak—to thank him, to say anything—but the words tangled, emerging as a soft, incoherent murmur. His eyes danced with amusement, a mischievous smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Oh, angel, do you need some help?” His voice was a low, teasing drawl, the nickname sending a shiver down your spine.

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak. He smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he knelt before you. The sight made your breath hitch. His hands, strong and sure, slid over the arch of your foot, fingertips barely brushing your skin. 

The feather-light contact sent electric tingles racing up your leg, each touch igniting sparks that spread through your body like wildfire. You couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips, the sound barely audible with the waves of the sea, but he heard it, his eyes drawing back to yours, a smoldering intensity burning in their depths.

With careful precision, he unbuckled the delicate strap of your sandal, his fingers warm against your ankle as he worked. It was a simple task, but the way he touched you, the way his gaze never left your face, made it feel like so much more. Like he was unwrapping a precious gift, reverent and hungry all at once. As he slid the shoe off, his touch lingered, calloused fingers skimming along the sensitive skin of your instep, drawing another breathy sigh from your parted lips.

Anakin's eyes never left yours as he repeated the process with your other sandal, his movements slow, deliberate, each touch a caress. The heat of his gaze seared your skin, igniting a different kind of fire low in your belly. By the time he straightened, both shoes removed, you were flushed and trembling, your body thrumming with the force of your desire.

He held out your sandals, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Can't have my angel stumbling around all night." The words were casual, but the underlying growth in his voice hinted at a deeper possessiveness. As you took the shoes from him, his fingers brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm.

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice small and unsteady.

Anakin’s eyes softened, the intensity giving way to something warmer. “Come on, let’s get our feet wet,” he suggested, taking your hand. His grip was firm, grounding, as he led you to the pool.

You watched, bemused, as he sat at the edge, pulling off his shoes and rolling up his pant legs before dipping his feet into the water. He looked up, a boyish grin softening his features. “The water’s good.”

Tentatively, you joined him, gathering your dress in your lap as you dipped your feet in. The cool water was a relief, soothing the ache you hadn’t noticed from the heels. The tension in your shoulders began to melt.

But the relief was temporary, quickly replaced by a different kind of tension as Anakin's thigh brushed against yours. You tense, heart racing, the heat of your skin burning through the thin fabric of your dress.

Anakin's eyes were on you, warm and intense. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low, his thumb brushing over your knee.

You nodded, swallowing hard, trying to find your voice. "Yeah, just... tired." The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but it was easier than admitting the truth. That you were dizzy with forbidden desire, that every touch from him set your nerves on fire.

He smiled, a slow, knowing curve of his lips. "Well, then, let's relax." His hand slipped higher up your thigh, his touch light but insistent. Your breath hitched, the ache between your legs growing with each passing second.

You couldn’t look away. Every inch of you was hyper-aware—of the way his shirt clung to his broad shoulders, of the roughness in his voice when he’d spoken your name. On the way his fingers had lingered on your skin, igniting something dangerous.

You knew this was wrong, knew that he was your boyfriend's father – well, technically, you're just pretending to be Luke's girlfriend, but still – he’s married, so much older than you. But none of that seemed to matter in the face of the raw, pulsing need that consumed you. Your eyes fluttered closed as his hand crept higher, your hips shifting unconsciously, seeking more of his touch.

Anakin's breath hitched, his fingers stilling. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. His gaze drifted to your lips, his own parting slightly. Your breath hitched. The space between you felt electric, fragile. Time seemed to slow, the air thick with unspoken desires and impossible possibilities.

Would he kiss me? The thought was intoxicating, terrifying. Do I want him to? Your heart pounded, each beat a thunderous echo in your chest. The answer, whispered from somewhere deep and reckless within you, was undeniable.

Yes.

The silence stretched, and for a moment, it felt as though the world had narrowed to just the two of you. His hand, rough and warm, shifted slightly, almost reaching for you. You leaned in, breathless, the scent of him—spice and whiskey—filling your senses.

But before the moment could shatter into reality, footsteps echoed on the deck. You both froze, the spell broken. You pulled away abruptly, your heart hammering as the sound grew closer.

A uniformed crew member appeared, clearing his throat apologetically. “I’m sorry, but the pool is closed at this hour.”

You swallowed, cheeks flaming. “Oh, of course. Sorry.” Your voice felt too loud, too breathless.

Anakin’s eyes never left you as he stood, extending a hand to help you out of the water. His grip was firm, steadying you when your legs wobbled. He held your high-heeled sandals in one hand, his gaze lingering as if he wanted to say something, but the words hung unspoken between you.

You stood there for a moment, barefoot on the cool deck, your eyes locked. The world seemed to tilt, every rational thought fleeing in the face of what had almost happened. What would have happened?

As you walked away, each step feeling heavier than the last, the questions swirled in your mind, relentless. Would I have let him kiss me? The answer, a dangerous yes, twisted your stomach with guilt and something darker—desire.

You reached your cabin, sliding down against the door, heart pounding. The cool metal at your back did nothing to calm the heat still simmering under your skin.

What the hell am I doing? This was Luke’s father. Married. Older. Everything about it was wrong.

Yet the memory of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, burned like a bonfire. The trip was going to be harder than you’d ever imagined. And a part of you, a reckless part you tried to ignore, knew you were already in too deep.

[calirph]

𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑

in Star Wars: Ashoka.

[xoxo-hayden-fangurl-xoxo]

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[star-wars-forever]

[ladybossrp]

@klausia12 💖

(𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍  ; star wars: revenge of the sith.  by clicking the source link below, you will find #415 gifs of hayden christensen in star wars: revenge of the sith (2005). do not edit or repost them. like / reblog if using.

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[hearts4skywalker]

shut up and drive 𐙚 anakin skywalker

❝if you can baby boy, then we can go all night❞

𐙚

synopsis: after his race, anakin fucks you rough whether he won or not.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, modern!racer! anakin, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (f reciving), praise kink, size kink

wc: 1.2k

ANAKIN SKYWALKER is the best racer. there's no doubt about that. everyone knew this. he's got tons of fans too. it feeds his ego to the brim.

you, being the supportive girlfriend you are, always went to his races. it didn't matter if he lost or won. you were getting used as soon as you got home. and you were completely okay with that.

here you were, standing all pretty on the sidelines of the tracks, watching your boyfriend in his fancy red car. he was doing pretty good.

that was until he saw you, all pretty watching him in his jacket that was oh too big on you.

he quickly fell behind a few other drivers. his grip on the steering wheel became tighter, knuckles turning white.

obi-wan turned to look at you. “what's he doing?” he asked you, his accent thick yet clear. he crossed his arms, watching anakin. “'m not sure.” you respond, brows furrowed and mouth parted slightly.

anakin shook his head, trying to get the thought of you out of his head. he pressed his foot a little harder on the gas, passing a few people until he moved from eighth all the way to third.

“atta boy.” obi-wan cheered, his hands moving to rest on his hips. you couldn't help but watch anakin's car in awe. anyone who looked at you would have sworn they saw stars in your eyes.

and you could have sworn you saw his ego get bigger with every sign he caught glimpse of. he was that guy who everyone went for. like travis kelce or messi. and he was well aware of that, thanks to you.

he loved when you would force him to make a video with you and read the comments out to him. "he's so fine." "he's not a want, he's a need." "adding him to the smash cake."

things like that fed anakin skywalker's ego.

you watched him closely while he passed second place, putting him in second instead. they were nearing the final lap, and you could see just how focused anakin was. his brows furrowed slightly and from what you could see, the veins in his hands popped out.

you'd be lying if you said it wasn't the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

anakin's eyes weren't even focused on the road. they were on stupid clovis and his car. anakin pressed his foot even harder on the gas, despite having a moral about not going over 225. but he'd rather not touch you for a year than loose to clovis.

he pressed down, going 235, then 250 once he'd passed clovis. there was no stopping him now. as soon as he'd made that final lap in first, you cheered with obi-wan. “holy shit.” you smiled proudly.

as soon as they waved the flag and announced the last-lap pass win, anakin got out of his car. he knew he wasn't really supposed to, but in that moment he didn't care. he had too much adrenaline.

he immediately rushed over to where you and obi-wan were standing. he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up in the process.

small giggles escaped your perfectly pink lips, his favorite shade of lip gloss spread on them. "hi, ani." you smiled. he set you back down on the ground. "you go on home now baby, i'll see you when this is over. m'kay?" he kissed your temple, squeezing your waist gently.

sitting at home, you already knew what was coming when he walked through that door. whether he won a race or lost, you were getting fucked.

he threw his keys down on the counter, smiling at you. you laid on the couch, scrolling on your phone. already in one of his t-shirts. there was nothing anakin loved to see more.

he got on his knees in front of the couch, lips pressing kisses to your bare thighs. your toes curled slightly, legs stretching out. your phone was long forgotten about, tossed to the side. "hello to you too, ani." your words came out in a giggle as his hair brushed against your thigh.

he looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed. a look of need spread across his face. he stood up, climbing on to the couch. his calloused hands came up to your chest, hands rubbing your breasts through your shirt.

his hands moved, rubbing up and down your sides. goosebumps coated your skin. your body arched to his touch, causing him to need you even more.

anakin moved down, hands resting on your tummy. he moved your shirt up, letting it rest comfortably on your hips. his fingers pulled your underwear down softly, careful not to hurt you.

you looked down at him, giggling softly. this was your favorite part of his races.

he kissed the inside of your thighs softly, his hair tickling your thighs again. he placed a kiss to your clit before licking a long stroke between your folds. you let out a breathy moan, back arching even more.

he continued to lick between your folds, occasionally sucking on your clit, causing your fingers to pull his hair. silently begging and pleading him for more. his tongue lapped around your folds before he attacked your aching clit. moans spilt from your lips.

"ani m'close." you managed to breath out. he immediately stopped, kissing your thighs again few times before sitting up despite your whines of protest.

you immediately stopped complaining when you heard anakin struggling to get his belt off. when he finally got it undone, he threw it somewhere in the living room. his dick was excruciatingly hard pressed up against his tummy. his tip was red and swollen. precum dripping down the side.

he pulled his boxers down, giving himself a few strokes before lining himself up with your entrance. he started off slow, pushing himself in. he knew he was big. no matter how many times you'd had sex before, he always started slow.

you couldn't hold back the moans that fell from your parted lips. he moved the sweaty hair out of your face. "doin' so good f'me baby." he cooed, moving deeper in you. "gonna fill you up so good." he caressed your cheek softly.

after you'd gotten used to his size, he bottomed out in you, causing you to let out a string of curse words and moans. "fuck ani. feels so good." you could hardly think.

he pressed his hands back down on your tummy, watching how deep he was in you. "look at my dick, fillin' you up so good." he moved faster, causing your eyes to water up with tears.

"you're such a good girl f'me baby. takin' my cock so well. atta girl." he praised, causing you to moan. you nodded your head quickly. he chuckled softly. "i know baby. you're so good."

his thrusts became more sloppy and needy when he sped up. you couldn't hold back from being excessively loud. "close ani." you whined out, the familiar knot in your stomach tightening. "i know baby. you wanna let go f'me?" he asked you, continuing his rough pace.

with a breathy moan, the knot came undone, letting your fluid coat his dick. with a few more thrusts, anakin finished inside you. he kissed your lips, pulling out from inside you. "you did such a good job baby. m'so proud of you." he cooed, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

he laid down next to you on the couch, kissing your face softly. "shower now?" you giggled, sitting up. "oh no baby. i won tonight. we gotta long night ahead of us." anakin smirked.

i fear smut may not be my calling 💔

[lacebird]

2022-era hayden oh how i miss you

[naberriess]

halloween with sam

word count: 362

cw: none!!

note: this is very short (longer than the stephen story i wrote though…) so YEAH its kind of more of a drabble than a story but thats FINEEEE who’s counting? pretend i released this 4 weeks ago instead of now…my silly brain came up with the idea too late. OH ALSO if anyone wants to be on my taglist for stuff like this PLEASEEEE let me know as i currently don’t have one but, of course, am open to having one 🤍

you invited sam over to your place for halloween, though it took a lot of convincing and puppy dog eyes for him to even consider saying yes to the idea. he was simply “too cool to pass out candy to little ungrateful brats,” as he liked to word it. though, once you did convince him, there were definitely compromises made.

“what are you wearing?” you questioned, once you opened the door to him in a black hooded robe, ghostface mask in one hand, fake knife in the other. he’d added his own touches by splattering fake blood over the mask and knife.

“i’m ghostface, obviously.” sam would reply, waving the mask in front of you to signify it.

you hadn’t expected sam to actually go out and buy a costume; he’d never mentioned that, only gave you a grumbling, whiny agreement to be there. to see him committing to participating fully made your heart soar, and he was quick to catch onto this.

“don’t get any ideas. i’m still not passing out candy, i have my own plan…” he’d speak, a small smirk on his face before he covered the expression with the mask.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

the night eventually darkened, kids came out to trick or treat, and you could see the outline of sam hiding in a bush (something normally due to his inebriated state, though this time he actually meant to). you could see as he watched for the next person to come up to the house, eventually the waiting seized as a group of children walked up to the house.

the children were slow to approach due to their own fear; there were enough scary decorations in the neighborhood already, your house wasn’t decorated the best anyways, which was what made sam jumping up from behind the bush and yelling even more scary for them. before the kids even got to the door, they had already run in the other direction.

with a roll of his eyes, sam walked back over to you, who was leaning against the open doorframe. even though the group of trick-or-treaters never got to the door, you couldn’t help the slightest smile from forming on your face at what had happened.

“bunch of scaredy cats…” sam started, lifting the mask up off his face as he spoke, before wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. “i have better ideas for how we can spend halloween anyways…”

[valkyrieromanoff]

God bless your dad's genetics… Dilf! Anakin x son’s girlfriend!reader

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CHAPTER FOUR: POOL

synopsis: during breakfast with the Skywalker family, you try to stay away from Anakin, but it seems that one way or another, his hands always end up on you.

warning: SEXUAL CONTENT, age gap (Anakin is 44 years old and the reader is in her early 20s), cheating, alternate universe, fingering, semi-public

words: 3.1k (got a little carried away)

a/n: hello there, this chapter has sexual content, a brief introduction to my intentions for this fanfic, anyway, I hope you like it, enjoy reading ;)

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, but it couldn’t burn away the haze of last night’s memories. Sleep had been a restless labyrinth of dreams—each scene replaying Anakin Skywalker’s touch, his intense gaze, and the tension that had simmered between you. The way his hand had held your ankle, warm and firm, sending shocks of electricity through you. The way his thigh brushed against yours in the pool, the charged silence heavy with everything unspoken.

What if we hadn’t been interrupted? The thought spiraled, both thrilling and terrifying. Part of you clung to relief—you were here, unscathed, with no irreversible mistakes. But was it a mistake? A dangerous whisper in the back of your mind admitted that you’d rather regret tasting his lips than regret never knowing.

A knock at the door jolted you back to reality. Luke’s voice called, “Breakfast by the pool. You coming?”

You sighed, letting your head fall back on the pillow before dragging yourself out of bed. The white bikini you chose felt simple yet daring, enhancing your figure in a way that made you feel exposed and powerful all at once. You threw on a sheer beach cover-up and slid into your flip-flops, grabbing your bag to follow Luke.

The deck was alive with quiet conversations, the hum of voices blending with the gentle lapping of water. Tables draped in crisp linen were laden with an extravagant breakfast spread—vividly colored fruits, delicate pastries, and steaming carafes of coffee. Guests, dressed in resort-chic, mingled under the shade of large umbrellas.

“Let’s sit with Leia,” Luke suggested, already piling his plate high with cakes and fruits. You shook your head, amused, and made your own selection before following him.

“Did you sleep well?” Leia’s voice broke through your thoughts. She watched you with a curious gleam, a hint of something unspoken in her eyes.

Before you could respond, Padmé joined, carrying a cup of coffee and a small bowl of fruit. Her grace was impeccable, a calm veneer that belied the tension simmering beneath. “Good morning, my dears. May I join you?”

“Sure, Mom,” Luke said through a mouthful of pastry, pulling out a chair.

“I thought the senators would monopolize your attention.” She smirked knowingly, her teasing tone reminding you of her father.

Their banter washed over you as you scanned the deck. The entire family was here—except for Anakin. Your eyes drifted, searching, your heart thrumming with an anxious energy you couldn’t suppress. Where is he? Was there another argument? Did he and Padmé fight again? No, probably not, the senator looked so good this morning, as if she had left her husband's drunken singing in the past.

Before you could spiral further, movement at the pool caught your eye. Anakin emerged, the water cascading off him in silver rivulets. His sandy hair clung to his forehead, darkened by the moisture. He flexed his arms, hoisting himself up with an easy grace that belied the raw strength beneath.

The water sluiced off Anakin's body in mesmerizing rivulets as he climbed out of the pool, each drop glistening like liquid diamonds in the moonlight. Your eyes traced the lines of his form, drinking in every detail—the breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his chest, the trail of droplets that flowed over the ridges of his abdomen. Each breath he took caused his muscles to shift and flex, a tantalizing display of raw power barely contained beneath smooth skin.

Your mouth went dry as you watched, transfixed, unable to tear your gaze away. Desire coiled tight in your belly, hot and insistent, as forbidden images flashed through your mind. Thoughts of those strong hands on your body, caressing and claiming, igniting fires wherever they touched. Of those full lips, trailing kisses along your skin, tasting, teasing, driving you mad with want.

You squirmed on the bench, pressing your thighs together as a fresh wave of arousal flooded you. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable, your body crying out for his touch. You knew it was wrong, knew that the gulf between you—in age, in status, in relationship—made any dalliance dangerous. But in that moment, lost in the haze of lust, none of it seemed to matter.

Anakin turned, water streaming from his hair, and fixed you with a heated look, his eyes dark and knowing. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips as he walked, each step deliberately, predatory. Your breath caught in your throat, pulse hammering in your ears as he drew close.

Anakin reaches the table, the sunlight glinting off his damp skin, rivulets of water trailing down his chiseled physique. He shook his head playfully, droplets spraying in all directions, eliciting a delighted squeal from Leia and a soft, exasperated laugh from Padmé. Anakin leaned over, pressing a lingering kiss on his wife's cheek in a casual gesture of affection. Yet, over her shoulder, his eyes met yours, the intensity in their depths sending a shiver down your spine.

The weight of his gaze was palpable, a silent promise of the forbidden desires that simmered just beneath the surface. You couldn't look away, your heart racing as unspoken words passed between you. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you, locked in a heated exchange that no one else seemed to notice.

You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks, your body responding to the unspoken invitation in his eyes. The air between you crackled with tension, electric and dangerous. You knew you should look away, should put an end to this dangerous game before it went too far. But you were drawn to him, moth to flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence.

Just as quickly as it had begun, the moment ended. Anakin straightened, his attention returning to his family, the mask of the dutiful husband and father slipping back into place. But you couldn't shake the feeling of his eyes on you, the memory of that shared look searing itself into your mind.

As you sat there, surrounded by the laughter and chatter of his family, your thoughts drifted to the stolen moments you'd shared, the forbidden touches and heated glances. You knew it was wrong, you knew that the gulf between you was too wide to bridge. But in that moment, lost in the haze of desire, none of it seemed to matter. All that mattered was him, and the promise of pleasure that lurked in his eyes.

“So, who’s up for a swim?” Anakin’s voice carried an edge of playful energy, his eyes twinkling as he leaned back, stealing a grape from Padmé’s bowl. He popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly, his gaze lingering on the group.

Leia glanced at the pool, her brown eyes thoughtful. “Maybe later,” she said, absentmindedly tracing patterns on her plate with her fork.

Padmé shook her head politely, her smile a practiced mask of composure. 

“Not right now, dad.” Luke echoed her, grumbling about being busy, already busy on his phone.

You bit into a ripe strawberry, the juice slipping down your lip. Anakin’s eyes followed the drop, his tongue darting out to lick his own lips. The air seemed to thicken between you, his gaze like a touch.

“And you, daughter-in-law?” His voice dropped a note lower, his smile teasing as he ran a hand through his still-wet hair. Droplets shimmered against the sunlight. “Want to get wet?”

Your breath caught. You looked away, biting your lower lip, a war raging inside. The pool beckoned, a tempting escape from the oppressive heat—and from your own tangled thoughts. But there was danger here, the kind that whispered to your most reckless desires. Could you trust yourself not to fall deeper into something you couldn’t undo?

“I don’t…” The words stuck in your throat, but before you could decide, Luke’s voice cut in.

“Come on, I know you’ve been dying to get in that pool since we arrived.” He elbowed you, grinning. “Enjoy it. You deserve to relax.”

If only he knew. Each word felt like a push toward the edge, toward the very temptation you were trying to resist.

“Okay,” you murmured, your voice soft, almost reluctant. You stood, slipping off your beach cover-up. The white bikini clung to you, and you felt Anakin’s eyes trace every line of your body. His gaze was intense, appreciative in a way that made your skin flush and your pulse quicken.

He offered his hand, the gesture simple yet loaded with unspoken promises. You took it, his grip warm and firm, sending a spark up your arm. The conversation at the table resumed behind you, distant now, like the murmuring of waves.

Padmé’s eyes flicked toward you both, a shadow of something unnameable crossing her face as Anakin led you toward the pool. She watched for a moment, her expression unreadable, before turning back to Leia’s voice.

The deck’s heat faded into the cool shimmer of the pool, but the fire inside you only burned hotter. Each step toward the water felt like a step toward something inevitable. You knew you should stop, pull back—but with Anakin’s hand in yours, restraint felt like a distant memory.

Anakin jumped into the pool, the splash sending a cascade of cool droplets toward you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as the water hit your skin, a shiver running down your spine. The contrast between the scorching deck and the sudden chill sent goosebumps racing over your body.

“Come on, get in,” he called, his voice low and inviting, as he glided effortlessly through the water. The pool was deserted, the breakfast chatter on the deck fading into a distant hum.

You hesitated, biting your lip, the anticipation a knot in your stomach. Finally, you slid to the edge, dipping your toes in before pushing off. The cold water enveloped you, a sharp contrast to the heat still lingering in your skin. You surfaced, breathless, your hair slicked back, droplets clinging to your lashes.

Anakin watched you, a slow, amused smile playing at the corners of his lips. His eyes lingered on the way you wrinkled your nose, the tiny tremors of goosebumps across your arms. He swam toward you, the water parting easily around his broad shoulders.

“Cold?” he teased, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through the water. He stopped just inches away, the edge of the pool pressing cool and firm against your back.

His closeness made the air feel thin, the water warmer. “Need me to warm you up?” The words were low, almost a purr, his eyes glinting with something dangerous and inviting.

Your heart thudded in your chest as you glanced over your shoulder, your eyes darting to the deck. The others were still engrossed in their conversations, oblivious. The fear of being caught tangled with something else—something dark and thrilling.

Anakin followed your gaze, leaning in until his breath brushed against your ear. “No one’s paying attention to us,” he whispered, his voice a warm caress that sent a shiver down your spine.

The pool seemed to shrink around you, the world narrowing to just the space between you and him. The water lapped gently against your skin, but it was his presence, his nearness, that set you alight, a fire that no amount of cold water could extinguish.

Anakin reached out, his fingers grazing your shoulder, the feather-light touch sending shockwaves through your body. You trembled under his cares, the sensation amplified by the cool water lapping at your skin. He smiled smugly, his eyes darkening with appreciation at your reaction.

His hand slid down your arm, fingertips skimming the curve of your shoulder, dipping dangerously close to the edge of your bikini top. Your breath caught in your throat as his touch brushed the side of your breast, the brief contact sending sparks of pleasure radiating through your chest. He continued his exploration, his hand gliding down your spine, his touch a sensual caress that left a trail of fire in his wake.

When he reached your hip, his hand cupped your belly, the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin, igniting a hunger deep within you. You were frozen, pinned in place by the intensity of his gaze, afraid that any movement, any sound, would break the spell and make this moment fade away.

His thumb traced lazy circles on your thigh, the touch both soothing and maddening, teasing you with its proximity to where you think to be touched. Lower and lower his hand crept, until he was skimming the edge of your bikini bottoms. You bit your lip, stifling the moan that threatened to escape, praying that Padmé and the others were too thickened in their own conversations to notice the charged exchange playing out mere feet away.

"You're blushing, darling," Anakin murmured, his voice a low purr that sent shivers dancing down your spine. His eyes flickered to your flushed cheeks, the corners of his mouth curving into a knowing smile. "Flattered by my attention, are we?"

You couldn't respond, couldn't find the words to express the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside you. 

Anakin's thumb rolled over your most intimate place through the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms, the pressure igniting a fire deep within you. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your breathing growing ragged as he caressed you, stoking the flames of your desire. He smiled, pleased by the effect he was having on you, his eyes dark with lust and possession.

"Shhh, angel," he murmured against your hair, his breath hot on your skin. "You don't want them to hear you."

His fingers deftly pushed your bikini bottoms aside, exposing your sensitive folds to the cool water. A gasp escaped your lips at the sudden contact, your body trembling with anticipation. Anakin's fingers teased your most intimate places, his touch both gentle and exciting, building the tension within you with each deliberate stroke.

"So wet already," he purred, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Is this all for me, angel?"

You couldn't respond, lost in the haze of pleasure as his fingers danced over your sensitive flesh. The water lapped at your bodies, hiding your illicit activities from the prying eyes around you. Anakin's other hand gripped your hip, holding you in place as he continued his sensual torture, his fingers circling your clit, dipping into your entrance, teasing you with the promise of more.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice husky with desire. "I want to see your face when I touch you."

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze. The heat in his eyes feels a shiver down your spine, the forbidden nature of your encounter only heightens your arousal. Anakin's fingers moved faster, pressing harder, his touch relentless in its pursuit of your pleasure.

Your body tensed, coiling tighter with each deliberate stroke, the tension building to an unbearable peak. Anakin's fingers moved faster, pressing harder. "That's it, angel," he encouraged, his voice low and seductive. "Let me feel you"

Your thighs trembled, your hands gripping the edge of the pool for dear life as he brought you to the edge. His eyes never left yours, drinking in every micro-expression, every quivering breath. The intensity of his gaze only heightened your pleasure, the forbidden nature of your encounter adding fuel to the fire that consumed you.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he purred, his thumb circling your clit with maddening precision. "I can feel how much you want it, how much you need it."

A whimper escaped your lips, muffled by your fist as you fought to contain the impending explosion. Your walls clenched around his probing fingers, desperate for more, for the release that hovered just out of reach. Anakin's eyes darkened with lust, a triumphant smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched you unravel.

"Come for me, angel," he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl. "Let go, give yourself to me."

With a final, powerful thrust of his fingers, he feels you tumbling into heaven, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your back arched, a silent scream tearing from your throat as ecstasy consumed you. Anakin held you steady, his fingers still moving, prolonging your pleasure until you shook with the force of it.

Slowly, he withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. Your eyes widened as he sucked them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digits coated in your essence. He groaned, the sound lost beneath the splash of the water, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Delicious”

Your heart raced, desire and shame warring within you as you watched Anakin walk away, his casual demeanor at odds with the intensity of what had just transpired. The casualness with which he winked at you, as if he hadn't just brought you to the brink of ecstasy, felt a thrill of excitement through you, even as it filled you with a sick sense of longing.

You glanced at the table where the Skywalker family sat, oblivious to the forbidden attempt that had just taken place mere feet away. Padmé laughed at something Leia said, her eyes bright with maternal love. Your stomach twisted with guilt, the weight of your betrayal threatening to crush you. You had allowed your desire to override your better judgment, risking everything for a fleeting moment of pleasure.

Anakin's parting words echoed in your mind, his mischievous tone sending a shiver down your spine. "See you later, angel. I still want to taste you in my mouth." The promise in his voice was clear, a tantalizing hint of what was to come. 

You knew you should put an end to this dangerous game, should focus on Luke, he was your best friend, after all, and you were lusting after his father.  But the memory of Anakin's touch, the way he made you feel, was too powerful to resist.

With a heavy sigh, you ducked beneath the surface of the water, hoping to cool the burning desire that still coursed through your veins. But even as you submerged yourself, you knew it was futile. Your desire for Anakin only grew stronger with each passing moment, a forbidden fruit too tempting to ignore.

As you surfaced, you caught Anakin's eye from across the pool. He smiled, a secret, knowing look that felt a thrill of anticipation through you. You looked away, your heart pounding in your chest, your body aching for his touch. 

You knew you were playing with fire, but at that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care. All that mattered was the promise of more stolen moments, more forbidden pleasures, and the man  who could make you forget everything but the touch of his hands on your skin.

[erosmutt]

Ok listen, hayden who’s an OF creator and you’re his number one fan. He invites you over and do the deed with him, but it’s reader’s first time. He’s a bit rough and mean but reader is enjoying it, he’s shoving the camera in your face, calling you names, etc.

-🐖

EEEE OMG OMG this ask has me giggling as I walk down the street. #needthat. by the way, did the bot work? :]

"your place is huge." you say with wonder as you look around his unnecessarily enormous home. despite the size, it's not bleak like most millionaires' places, it's cozy and warm. and the bedroom, it's even better.

"uh yeah, I get that a lot." Hayden chuckles as he leads you up the stairs. "so this your first time doing something like this?" you nod, gently picking at the skin on your lips as you both step into the bedroom. "relax, I know it's probably scary, but there's nothing to freak out about." he plops down onto the bed and pats the space next to him, where you sit. "mm... you're seasoned, though. I'm not." you murmur.

Hayden sighs and gently pinches your cheek. "I said relax. you aren't gonna be able to do this if you're freakin' out." he leans down and kisses your nose. "Can I?" you nod, and he presses a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against them. "let's get the camera rolling, yeah?"

Hayden has you spread eagle on the bed, camera right by your face, capturing every expression you make in 4K. "That's it, just like that." He grunts, hips smacking against your ass. "Hayden," you drawl, cheeks tear stained and rosy. "Don' look away,"

his hand wraps around your neck, applying light pressure, making your face turn red. "atta girl, takin' it good," he grins. "Look at the camera baby," he turns your head. "Good girl, such a pretty girl," he smacks your face a bit harshly, making you whimper. "Ow," He slaps you again and grips your face, forcing you to stare into the lens. "I said look, bitch."

[djr3x]

He’s so silly

@crazy4hotmen it’s this blooper 💋

[awhhayden]

Anakin Skywalker found solace in unexpected tenderness. Amidst the wreckage of his ambitions and the echoes of his misdeeds, he encountered her, her innocence and warmth pierced through his very darkness and buried itself deep within his broken soul.

She yearned for a glimpse of the lost soul beneath his hardened exterior. He, in turn, cherished her like a fragile treasure, a beacon of light in his chaotic existence.

He left trailing destruction in their wake. The forces he had defied, the enemies he had made, they sought retribution with relentless fervor. In a cruel twist of fate, she became ensnared in the crossfire, she became a pawn in the game he had sworn to play alone.

They bloomed amidst chaos and conflict, a fragile respite from the battles he waged, a treasure he would keep to himself and the darkness he wrestled within.

His thirst for dominance and control clashed with her desire for harmony and compassion. As he delved deeper into the forbidden arts of dark magic, she became a reminder of the humanity he had forsaken.

A little piece I wrote while I work on my newest fic!! so excited for this oneee

[lacebird]

the way he's wearing those jedi robes with the built of vader... i'm gonna be sick

[haydenshill]

You know when you lay down and try to take a selfie and your phone is plugged in so the wire slaps you in the face....