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Like Fine Wine

➪the one where you can’t resist hayden’s look for his role in ahsoka.

Warnings: hubby hayden bc i want to marry this man so badly, current age (or 41 year old) hayden, smut, fluff, pet names, unprotected sex, handjob (brief), hair pulling, soft smut, you guys just straight up loving on each other, reader is feral for him, spoilers for ahsoka if you haven’t seen the last 2 episodes, takes place during the filming of ahsoka (back in may 2022), this is just self-indulgent tbh

Word Count: 2.5k

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When you finally made your way back to the hotel room you and Hayden were staying at during the filming of Ahsoka, the last thing you were expecting to see was your husband propped up against the headboard, shirtless with grey sweats covering his lower half, and the script for tomorrow in his hands. 

He looked absolutely divine, and you bit back a moan at the mere sight of him, the wine bottle you had bought from the store across the street nearly slipping from your grasp.

When he heard the door open but didn’t hear your voice right after, Hayden looked up to see you standing in the doorway, an unreadable expression on your face as you stared at him. “Hey, baby,” he murmured in a greeting, flipping the script back to the first page as you closed the door without breaking eye contact. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go over this scene with me, but you seem…preoccupied. What’s on your mind?”

You set the bottle down on the table by the door, shrugging off your jacket as you stepped towards him. “I was just thinking,” you trailed off, biting your lip as your eyes stalked his body like he was prey. 

Hayden sat up against the headboard, a teasing glint in his eye. “About what?”

Kneeling on the bed, you kick off your shoes before crawling over to him and straddling his lap. “About what I could’ve possibly done to deserve such a hot husband,” you answer, taking the package of papers from him and dropping them on the rug beside the bed. 

His hands instinctively grab your waist, his own eyes raking up and down your face. “Eighteen years together and you’re only asking that now?” He teased, his fingers lifting your shirt slightly so he could feel your skin on his. 

“Oh, no, I’ve been asking myself that since the day you messed up your practice run with Ewan and had to restart it from the very beginning,” you say back, watching as a knowing smile graced his lips.

“That was only because you walked on set looking like something right off of the red carpet. Kinda like how you look right now,” he not so subtly gazed down at your body, his blue eyes beginning to darken the longer he had you on top of him.

You roll your eyes but blush at his forward words, resting your hands on his shoulders. Eighteen years together and fifteen since you’ve been married, and he still was able to effortlessly make you feel like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

Your engagement ring and wedding band reflected off the single lamp he turned on, unknowingly setting the mood for when you got back. It was on the bedside table next to his phone, which had been turned completely off since he was away from set and planned to spend the rest of his night with you. 

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You mumbled, feeling the cool metal of his own wedding band, that was identical to yours, pressed against the heated skin of your hip. “Seriously, do you even realize how good you look right now?” 

His hair was still somewhat styled in his clone wars look for the flashback scene, and the way it curled in certain spots had your whole body aching for him. If he hadn’t taken off the makeup for the scar already, you probably would’ve been wrapped around him by now. “I don’t know,” he answered, kissing you back when you placed your mouth against his. “I’m not sure I can believe it after you told me that about ten times on set earlier today.”

You and he had actually met during the filming of Star Wars Episode II, but didn’t start dating until Episode III had been fully completed. You went to the premiere together and that was your public debut as a couple, and you still remembered how loudly the fans cheered when he kissed you right there on the carpet.

You, too, would be in a few flashbacks towards the end of the series, in the form of your Force Ghost. Your character was killed in the last half of Episode III by Anakin himself, and you still remembered filming that scene like it was yesterday. 

The tears you shed that day were one hundred percent real, as you were actually saying goodbye to the character that introduced you to your future husband. At that point you and Hayden had gone on several low-key dates, but didn’t become official until a couple of months later. His acting was also more real than not in that scene as he had to pretend to kill you in a somewhat brutal way.

To revisit your character for the first time in over a decade was one of the best opportunities you had ever gotten, and you could only assume that this was how Hayden felt when he was asked to return as Anakin in Obi-Wan. While your scenes wouldn’t be filmed for a few more weeks, Hayden still insisted you stay with him until the filming was wrapped up completely. 

“I’m not apologizing for hyping up my husband,” you say against his lips. “I’m being so serious, Hayden, you look good.”

He grins up at you, pulling your body closer until your chest pressed right up against his, the subtle rock of your hips making you suppress a moan. “Well, thank you, sweet girl,” he nudges your nose with his. “I can always count on you to make me feel good about myself.”

“You so can,” you agree, trailing your hands down his toned chest, smirking at the way his stomach muscle flexed at your light touch. “You’re so attractive, I don’t think you even realize it.”

Hayden hummed, slowly dragging his hands up your body and taking your shirt along the way. “I could say the same thing about you,” he said before asking, “You’re awfully flirty tonight, what’s got you all worked up?”

“You,” came your simple reply, your fingers pulling at the loose string of his sweats. You lean down to place a chaste kiss to his lips, one that leaves him wanting more as you descend your mouth down to his shoulder, where you place a few open mouthed kisses to his skin. “You, being so unbelievably sexy when you’re back in your element on set. The way you looked when you were practicing earlier? The way you look now? You don’t know the things you do to me, Hayden.”

“I beg to differ,” he rasps out when you place another kiss to the base of his throat, his hands quickly fumbling to take off your shirt. It drops to the floor beside the script and you lift your head so you were looking right at him, your body level with his as you slowly rocked your hips against his. “Y/n.”

You give him a teasing grin, sliding your hands down his sides before they land on the front of his sweats. “I know,”you murmur and kiss him slowly, slipping your hand past the waistline and palming him. You hold back a smirk when you find him already hard for you, his body’s way of responding to yours every time you come onto him. “I just want to make you feel as good as you look.”

Hayden huffed out a breathy moan as you pulled him free from the sweatpants. “I want to make you feel good, too, baby,” he managed to say as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking him. 

You hum, “I already feel good from just looking at you,” 

A ghost of a moan escaped your lips when leaned forward to kiss your exposed shoulder in an attempt to quiet his own sounds. 

Though this was a nice hotel, he still didn’t want to risk the possibility of the walls being thin enough for him to receive noise complaints, though the thought had him growing harder in your hand. 

“You don’t know how much you turn me on,” you nearly whisper, the pad of your thumb brushing over his tip and making him groan quietly against your skin.

“After twenty years of knowing you, I think I know exactly how much I turn you on,” he mumbled, bucking his hips up so you stroked him a bit harder. “It’s the same way with you, baby. You make me feel so good all the time.”

You whimper quietly when his hand slips inside the front of your leggings, biting down harshly on your bottom lip when he finds your clothed clit with no trouble at all. Being intimate with the same person for half your life came with that perk. “I want you so bad,”

Hayden lifted his head back up to connect your lips in a kiss, murmuring, “You have me. Since that first day I saw you, I’ve been all yours,” when he pulls away to lift your hips in order to rid you of your leggings and the lace that covered your core. “I love you, Y/n Christensen.”

You moaned at that, moving back to straddle his hips again. Gripping the sides of his neck, you use the tips of your thumbs to tilt his head up in order to be able to give him a deep kiss. “I love you,” you whined as he guided your heat over him a few times, prepping both himself and you with your slickness. “My hot, sexy husband.”

And then you were lifting your hips and sliding onto him until he was buried deep within you. Your hips met his as moans escaped both of you, with Hayden leaning back against the pillows and headboard to let you take full control. 

While he always wanted you in this way, seeing him as Anakin again clearly did something to you, and he was more than okay with letting you take the lead like you needed to. 

You close your eyes and grip his shoulders, moaning softly when you lift yourself up before dropping back down again. “I’m never getting over this,” you confess, though it wasn’t new news. Even though you had been together for nearly two decades, you still hadn’t grown tired of each other, further proving the fact that you were meant to be together. “Fuck.”

Hayden groaned under his breath, his hands gripping your waist as you began to slowly ride him. “Just like that, sweet girl,” he praised softly, feeling the way you clenched around him at his words. “We fit so well together, don’t we? Make each other feel so good.”

You moan a bit louder, nodding quickly as your hands move to tangle in his  hair. The fact that it was you who got to see him like this, and it was you who got to mess up his Anakin-styled hair had you going a bit feral.

“So good,” you agree, dropping yourself down on him with a bit more force, really setting a pace that would ensure you both wouldn’t last too long. He is forty one and you were pushing thirty nine, you couldn’t really expect to be as durable in the bedroom after a long day of filming. 

Still, when he hadn’t spent a whole day on set, Hayden could go for longer, simply because he aged unbelievably well and kept his body in great shape. 

He also wasn’t expecting you to want to jump his bones as soon as you got back from your wine run after he changed into more comfortable clothing, planning on going over a few of his scenes with you before bed. 

That still didn’t stop him from letting you completely drain any and all energy he had left from the day as you grind your hips against his. Small, needy whines left your pretty lips as you moved further down on him, driving him even deeper into your willing and wanting walls. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he couldn’t help but say, making your pace falter slightly as you flushed at his words. “My girl. The prettiest woman in the world.” He complimented as his hands slid up your back and expertly unclasped your bra. 

He pulled it from your body and replaced it with his hands, his thumbs and index fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. You whimper at the feeling of his smooth fingers against your sensitive buds, tugging harshly at his strands. “Hayden,” you murmur, guiding him into you quicker with swift grinds of your hips. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said under his breath, trailing one hand down to circle your throbbing clit with his thumb. His other hand moved to tightly grip your hip again as you picked up the pace, beginning to feel that tight sensation forming in your abdomen. “You feel so good. So good for me, baby, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as you pulse around him, your thighs burning with exertion and forcing you to stop for a brief second before Hayden grabs your other hip and begins thrusting up into you. “Yes,” you gasp out, tangling your hands tighter in his hair as he lifts himself up from against the pillows to really allow him to drive himself impossibly deeper inside you. “Oh, fuck, yes, don’t stop, Hayden, please.”

How could he deny you your wish? In all honesty, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to stop, anyway, as you were clenching so tightly around him and sucking him in as deep as he could go, he almost blacked out for a second from how blinding the feeling was. 

“Come for me, sweet girl,” he requested quietly in your ear, his deep and raspy voice making you clench tighter around him as your walls pulsed in time with his quick thrusts. “I want you to, want to feel it.”

Your mouth opened in a faint cry and your stomach swelled as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. As your whole body tensed up in his arms, Hayden felt your walls spasm slightly before he also felt the flood of your release coat him. It gave him the perfect amount of friction for him to fall not too far behind. 

His jaw locked slightly, his hands wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer to him as he, too, came. Deep within you, he pushed his seed further with a few extra thrusts before he was forced to stop due to the sensitivity of it all. 

With his last remaining energy, he lifted you up and set you down on the bed next to him. He hovered over you a second later, wrapping your legs around his waist as he nuzzled his head in between the space of your neck and shoulder. “I love you so much,” he whispered in between peppered kisses to your sweaty skin. “Thank you for always making me feel like the most important person, everyday.”

You ran your fingers through his damp and messy hair, playing with the curls as a smile formed on your lips. “You are the most important person,” you reminded him, kissing him quickly before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him further down onto you. “And I love you, too.”

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Character Aesthetic: Padmé Naberrie Amidala

Queen and Senator of Naboo - “I was not elected to watch my people suffer and die while you discuss this invasion in a committee!”

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The Story of Us

➪the one where things are a bit different after you and anakin get back together.

Warnings: angst if you squint, fluff, indications of smut

Word Count: 2k | Part 1 - Part 2

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Anakin really tried to remain professional and appear unemotional, but he couldn’t help the turn of his head that often resulted in him looking in your direction. Could he really be blamed, though? You looked absolutely stunning, the dark blue dress you wore fitting you perfectly and giving you the rare chance to ditch the robes. 

Anakin wore something similar, a dark suit and a tie that matched your dress. It was subtle, and didn’t give away the fact that you two were together. You were on a mission, of course, but still together. 

You and he were acting as a Senator’s bodyguards, and your role was to make sure he made it through the gathering unharmed. The room was packed, so it was tough to keep an eye on both the man and you, but somehow Anakin managed to do it just fine. 

Really, who could blame him for not being able to keep his eyes off you? He thought you looked good all the time, but there was something about the way your dress hugged your body that had him refraining from going over there and causing a scene with you.

He was holding onto the fact that he is the one who will get to take you home in a few hours, and it’s him who will take that dress off you. Everyone else could have their looks, but that’s all they’ll ever get from you, and he knew that. 

Anakin was talking to one of the guests, pretending like he was very interested in what she was saying, when in reality he really didn’t care much. She inched closer to him and he could practically feel her body heat radiate onto his. Anakin cleared his throat and looked around the room, almost instantly making eye contact with you. 

You give him a guarded expression before turning back to the man you were talking to, making Anakin’s heart drop a bit. It hadn’t been too long ago that he was preparing to give up everything he’s ever worked for by purposely failing his mission of protecting Padmè and letting himself turn to the darkside. He knew your self-hatred was still present in your mind, and he wasn’t about to let your head go to the automatic conclusion that this was the same situation as before. 

When the girl lifted her hand to place it on his chest, Anakin took her by the wrist and gently, but also firmly, guided her away from him. He ignored the unimpressed look she gave him and made his way over to you.

Like he expected, when you caught onto the fact that he was standing next to you, you turned away from the man and faced him. “Anakin,” you greet formally, acting as if the pair of you were only friends. 

“Y/n,” he said back, stepping away and nodding towards a corner of the room that was less crowded and darker than the rest of it. You just nod and follow him, glancing back to make sure the Senator was still doing alright. After confirming that he was still where you last saw him, you turn to your boyfriend and meet his eyes. “I know what you’re thinking.”

You lift a brow and keep a few steps between the two of you. “No, you don’t,” 

He furrows his brows and gestures to the girl who was making an advance on him a couple minutes before. “That wasn’t anything, you know,”

“I know,” came your instant reply, and he knew right away that you were lying. You were a good liar, just not to him. He’s watched you lie to people in the past, with good intention, of course, and you always got away with it. You just simply couldn’t lie to him, much like how he couldn’t lie to you. 

“Angel,” he huffed quietly, briefly looking around to make sure you weren’t being given any suspicious glances, not that he’d be able to step away from you just yet, anyway. “We’ve talked about this.”

You sigh and look at the floor. “I know,” you say again. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting to be thrown back into all of this with you when we’ve only just worked things out between us. The distance was harder than I thought it would be, it’s not easy to stay away from you right now.”

“We were always together,” he said quietly, taking a chance to grab your hand, shielding the action with his body so it would go unseen by the guests. “Maybe not physically, but I was with you. And it’s not easy for me to stay away from you, either.”

In all honesty, Anakin was counting down the seconds until this mission and night were over, so he could take you back home to your newly refurbished room you shared together. You looked so pretty, he found himself feeling the smallest bit jealous that everyone in this room got to see you like this and not just him. 

You squeeze his hand. “At least we have that,” you nearly whisper and go to pull away, but Anakin wasn’t satisfied with the outcome of his conversation. He promised to fight all your battles with you, and you were clearly still in a vulnerable state right now. 

Even though he loved going on missions with you by his side, he knew it was hard for you to focus right now and would continue to struggle with your tasks until you’ve won this inner battle against yourself. He wished you had been given an out for this one, but he was glad he was with you in your time of need. He didn’t know what would happen if he had to leave you while you were still not feeling like yourself only a few days after getting you back. 

He tugged you back to him and waited until you met his stare before saying, “When this is over, we’re going away together,” he promised with a small grin. “I found a place in the city I think you’ll like.” 

He didn’t think you’d like it, he knew you would, because he simply knew everything about you, like you knew everything about him. Even though what happened between you had him questioning that for a short while there, he actually believed it only strengthened your bond. 

You smile at him and he all but melts at the sight, wanting to take you in his arms and kiss you in front of everyone in this room, but he couldn’t.

He settled on running his hand along the small of your back as you turned and walked away from him, the smile still painted on your lips as you made your way to the Senator. 

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You huff angrily as you sort through your clothes, pulling gently on the still broken dresser. Anakin hadn’t fixed or replaced it yet, so you had to be careful when opening the drawers unless you wanted them to fall out completely. 

Tossing another article onto the unmade bed behind you, a small groan of frustration leaves your lips as you look inside the drawer from your knelt position. Before you could even begin to rummage around in it, the bedroom door swings open and you look up at Anakin, knowing that he was near as you could feel his lingering presence more than anyone else’s. 

You meet his eyes, a pout on your lips as you huff again. “What’s wrong?” He asked, slightly breathless as if he had dropped any current task he was taking on just so he could return back to your room when he felt your frustration begin to seep into your body. 

You pick up another shirt and once again toss it behind you. “I can’t find it,” you say in annoyance. 

He narrowed his eyes as he took in the clothing covered bed. “Find what?”

“My nightgown,” you answer and tug open another drawer, closing your eyes when it ends up detaching from the actual dresser and falling to the floor due to the force you put on it. Anakin held back a laugh, his mood lifting when he was met with physical proof that you were fine, despite feeling it when you began to feel frustrated. “My blue one. I can’t find it anywhere.”

It was your favorite piece of clothing you owned, simply because it reminded you of Anakin’s eyes, something he was very much aware of. You wanted to find it as it was one of the few things you would be bringing with you to the city as you and Anakin would be secretly moving there within the next few days. 

You give him a desperate look. “Help me look for it? Please? I don’t want to have to get a new one,”

Anakin actually did laugh quietly at your subtle pout before he was reaching his hand out to you. Taking it, you let him pull you up from the floor, not caring about the various articles of clothing that fell from your lap. “I don’t think that will be necessary,” he commented, leading you over to the bed and reaching his free hand inside his pillowcase. Your eyes widened when he pulled out the gown and held it out to you. 

“Anakin,” you murmur, taking it from him and holding it to your chest. “How long has it been in there?”

He gives you a look of embarrassment mixed with agony. “Since the night you left,” he confessed, reluctantly meeting your eye as you stared up at him. “It didn’t help me get any sleep, but it made me feel close to you when I tried to.”

Your eyes burn almost instantly and you drop the nightgown onto the growing pile on the bed. You reach up and wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down against you, your hand sliding up to tangle in his hair. 

Your heart felt like it had physically cracked at his words, something you were sure he felt, too, and you tried to blink away the tears that stung your eyes. “Anakin,” you spoke quietly, pressing your body close to his when he wrapped his arms around your middle. “I’m so sorry I put you through that.”

He shook his head before resting his chin on your shoulder. “It wasn’t about me,” he said, just as quietly. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me to be, I wasn’t more understanding of how you were feeling.”

“Anakin,” you shake your head at him and rest it against his chest. “You’re perfect. You always have been. What happened was because of me and my inability to cope with things on my own. I’m working on it, so I won’t do that to you or to us ever again.”

“I want to work on it with you, angel,” he rasped, caressing the sides of your face and making you meet his eyes. “Whatever you may be going through, I want to go through it with you. I don’t want us to ever be apart, we’re better when we’re together.”

You gaze up at him through burning eyes and nod. “I know,” you agreed and leaned into his soft touch. You can’t believe you almost lost him forever. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright, my love,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead while his thumb wiped away the few tears that had managed to slip past your eyes. He met your gaze again as he whispered, “I love you.”

You lean further up and kiss him, your hands sliding down to his shoulders as he backs you towards the bed. When your knees hit the edge of it, he guided you down so you’re laying on top of all the clothes sprawled out on the bed and he’s hovering over you. “I love you,” you promised and captured his lips in another desperate kiss. “I always will, Anakin. My heart is yours.”

Anakin gave you his famous grin before his lips were back on yours and he was pressing your body into the messy bed with his own.

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