Anakin Skywalker™

And why isn't he in my bed rn?..

(Credit to @ spaceymaseyyy on TikTok)

his accent was so bad in this movie but look how pretty he is :(

so handsome

queen, I don't know where the actual request went but I have this!

@readyourmindlover "hi queen i saw your post to request hayden/ his character stuff. can you please do arguing with anakin or clay like over something petty which leads smut pls 😭😭 and add fluff of course."

thank you for the request, babes! I hope this is to your liking! i've never written before, much less smut so let's hope for the best 😭 also I'm sorry it took so long!

drowning on dry land | clay beresford x afab!reader

summary: reader gets angry with clay for having to babysit him when he isn't mindful of his own health, he makes it up to her by proving how long he can hold his breath in between her legs.

content warnings: DDDNE! poorly written (can you tell I'm a virgin 😍), no y/n, established relationship (both clay and reader are 22yo), smut (no penetrative sex), hickeys, use of pet names, fingering, oral sex (clay and reader receiving), praise, mentions of clay's health, inaccurate medical info, brief mentions of death, lowkey sad and you might cry cause I did, fluff, TW!sam, different timeline from the film, makeup sex, kinda angsty

wc: 3.6k (oops)

mdni 18+

you shouldn't need to tell clay not to skip his medication. you shouldn't need to tell him to take it easy. you shouldn't need to babysit him. he's a grown man. it's his health at stake here, so you'd think he would have a little concern if his heart failed and he dropped dead in the middle of his office. but even your own healthy heart can't help but to beat rapidly or fall to the pit of your stomach at the thought of clay not being around. so what do you do? you fill your calendar with the dates and times of all his doctor's appointments. you stay aware of when he's due for a refill of his digoxin or labetalol. you do breathing exercises in tandem with him as he sits on the porch steps to catch his breath. why do you do it? because you love him. because you were able to get him to love you back, despite his reputation for being cold and heartless. even after he went to hell and back for his ex, sam, who would only go to great lengths for his checkbook.

now you're driving clay back from his cardiologist appointment, during which he didn't seem to care about anything that was said, including the fact that he's well on his way to a new heart. you turn to look at him and sigh, "so you're not even the tiniest bit excited about being pushed to the top of the list? that means you might get a heart soon, clay." he glances at you before returning his attention to the road, speaking with a hint of annoyance, "yeah, I know what it means." you slow the car down, pulling to the side of the road and turn to him, "okay, what's the matter with you? why don't you care about any of this? why do I need to babysit you and take care of everything when you don't even care about yourself? you skip your meds, you push yourself too hard, you forget more than half of your appointments, and when you do remember them, you don't even pay attention to anything they say. do you have a death wish or something?" he turns his gaze to the window and mutters something under his breath about how he's "22 years old and shouldn't need to be dealing with this shit."

you throw your head into your hands, willing yourself not to cry out of frustration, and turn to grab his jaw to look at you. "well that may be true, but this is still reality, and acting like it isn't happening isn't going to make it go away. so you need to grow up and start showing some concern for yourself, clay, because it can't just be me. you can't leave me." you feel the lump in your throat begin to form as you get teary eyed, but maybe this will show him how much it hurts you for him to be so careless.

you're hoping he'll finally wake up and see his behavior doesn't just affect him and how upside down your world would turn if anything happened to him, as selfish as that may sound. "this isn't just your life anymore, clay, it's ours. I do everything I do for you. I'm not sam. I'm not your enemy. I don't care about your money, I care about you," and by this point, you're full on sobbing. "if anything ever happened to you, clay," you turn away from him, returning your hands to your face, shaking your head in disbelief at the possibility of him being anywhere that isn't with you.

the guilt begins to eat at him with every gasp and sob that escapes you. "why is it that I care more about you than you do? why don't you care, clay? why are you letting yourself slip right through my fingers?" and finally, it all hits him. he doesn't even know what to say and "I'm sorry" doesn't seem like it would help much, so he leans over the console to remove your hands off your face, holding it in his own. he looks at you, really looks at you.

you can barely make eye contact with him, but it doesn't matter when he pulls you in and catches your lips in a desperate, apologetic kiss. it almost felt as if he was expressing all of his guilt between your connected lips. a promise to change his ways and to stop hurting you the way he has been. this kiss said everything he didn't know how and the words you left unspoken. he pulls away to scan your face, wiping the remainder of wetness from your tear stained cheeks. at some point, he finds the words to say, even though they get trapped in his throat on the way out. "I-I'm so in love with you. I am. I'm so so sorry, baby, you don't know how sorry I am. I just don-didn't want to accept this fate. that I'm sick and might not even live to be 23...that I might never get to see you or feel your touch or kiss you again. it made it easier to just ignore all of it. but I am devoted to you. I wouldn't dream of leaving you, at any cost." now it's your turn to be at a loss for words, but you both need each other now more than ever. so you find your voice, however cracked and strained it may be, "I love you. god I love you so much, clay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this is happening to you, but baby, they're going to have a heart for you. have faith in that. in yourself. I'll never let anything or anyone take you from me. if you die, I die." the words escape you, with sobs and sniffles in between each one, as you take a firm hold of his face. he leans in for another kiss, not knowing another way to say everything to you while saying nothing at all, besides "let's go home, my love. let me show you how devoted I am to you."

you continue your ride back home, but now with more eagerness and speed — a change of pace from the slow, tense drive you endured earlier. as soon as you arrive in the driveway of your shared apartment, clay is quick to unbuckle both seatbelts and swiftly bring you over the console and onto his lap. you continue where you left off, enveloping his lips in a passionate kiss with more fervor than you're both used to. clay explores your body skillfully and attentively, the warmth of his hands a nice contrast to his usual cold touch. you're normally the first to break your kisses, knowing clay is too stubborn to stop for air, so you break the seal and linger your lips over his till he catches his breath. the warm air fanning from your mouth tempts him to just suffocate with his lips on yours, but he knows you'd never let him. instead, he moves his plump lips to attack your neck and jaw in wet, sloppy kisses, gently nipping at your soft skin occasionally. you lean your head to one side, granting him more access. he continues his assault, targeting your sweet spot, sucking and licking the pulsating region, branding you with the mark of his mouth. he groans as you tug his dirty blonde locks, feeling his heart flutter and cock twitch at the sound of your whimpers.

he wills himself to pull back from your neck and taps your thigh, "let's move this inside. we're gonna need more room if I'm gonna have my way with you." the lustful tone in his voice has your heart racing in excitement, and for a moment, you think your heart might stop. ironic, isn't it? nonetheless, you open the passenger door and remove yourself off his lap, not before pecking his lips. grabbing his hands, you pull him out of his seat as you both chuckle. in his arms, you're back home, being able to laugh with each other again without the underlying stress and tension. for a moment, you can both breathe each other's air, unrestricted.

you and clay make your way to your front door, hand in hand, his breaths sounding labored from the short trip up the stairs. you unlock the door with a little more urgency so he can sit down. you're hot on his trail after locking the door behind you, following him to the couch and sitting on your knees in front of him. "are you alright? what do you need?" you press, his wellbeing on the forefront of your mind. he shakes his head at your concern, taking hold of your hands and bringing them to his chest to feel his heartbeat. "I'm okay. I'm so okay, more than okay. I just need you." as long as you've been together, he never fails to make you feel flustered. you nod quickly at him in agreement.

you would never push him past his limits, but lord knows you're desperately horny and your panties couldn't get any more soaked than they are right now. "I need you, too. I haven't had you in the way I've needed in a long time." and you know he knows exactly what you're talking about because he feels it too. with his condition and all the appointments you've both been so busy with, not to mention the tension you both refused to acknowledge slowly putting a brick wall between you two. he knows what you need and he knows just the way to give it to you.

"you're always taking care of me, making sure I'm okay. now it's my turn to do the same for you." he speaks as he gets off the couch and pulls you up off the floor. the nervous excitement pools right at your core, not having been touched by him since a time you can't even remember. he holds your delicate face, committing every detail and feature to memory, and kisses you. much softer than the ones before. he wants to take his time with you. to savor every second with you like it's the last, although you both hope that's never the case. your plump lips move perfectly against his, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. he makes his way down your neck, leaving a gentle peck on his mark from your shared moment earlier. he holds your waist, bringing your body closer, and tugs at the hem of your shirt. he asks for consent each and every time, no matter how many times you've been together. you've always been drawn to what a gentleman he is. you nod, giving him permission to strip you undressed, down to the last article of clothing. his lips move down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I missed this body so much, princess." he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking on the now hardened nub while he fondles the other in between the soft pads of his fingers. you let out a whimper and he groans, loving how responsive and vocal you always are for him.

now he's got you laid on the couch, all spread out and exposed for him. he sits in front of you on his knees with your legs thrown over his shoulders as he expertly maneuvers his tongue through your wet folds. you always did love how skillful his mouth is at everything — negotiating business, persuading donors, and definitely when it was ravaging your pussy like it is now. his tongue explored your cunt like he was stranded on a desert and the pooling liquid at your entrance was his only salvation. "you taste so good, baby. always dripping for me." your inner thighs and his lips glisten in the light, both now covered in your slick. you buck your hips against his mouth as he wraps his plump, soft lips around your clit. throwing your hands into his hair, you tug at the ends, causing him to moan out at the same time as you.

no one would ever guess that the usually put together businessman loves to lose his composure in between your legs, with you ruining his slicked back hair and making a mess of his face. you whine out as he inserts a finger into you, then another, thrusting them in and out as his mouth continues to relentlessly drink you up. "you're so good for me, clay...I love your mouth so much."

as lost as you are in the pleasure, you realize at some point he needs to come up for air when you hear his panting. "clay, slow down, baby...come up, you need to breathe." you paw at his hair and face, willing him to look up at you, but he insists on suffocating between your legs. "clay, come on, don't do this." his grip around your thighs tightens, almost asking you to stop begging him to stop.

his mouth explores you only the way he knows how and the coil in your stomach begins to tighten, waiting to unravel. you see the glimmer of the layer of sweat on his forehead and you use whatever strength you have to pull his face up and away from you, even though the loss of contact makes you whimper. "why'd you make me stop?" he says breathlessly as he licks the remainder of your pleasure from his mouth. you exhale a sigh of both relief and disbelief at him. "you could've stopped breathing. your heart could've stopped, clay, that's why." if your earlier conversation meant anything, he should know not to push himself. "you taste so good, I can't help myself. I could die in this pussy." you roll your eyes, not in pleasure this time, but at how he manages to make you wet even in his stubborn ways.

he returns to devouring you so suddenly, you gasp at the sudden feeling of his warm tongue on your sensitive nub. the coil in your abdomen returns to you just as quickly as it faded, finally ready for release. "oh god, clay...fuck, I'm gonna cum!" the moan you let out was one the neighbors would file a complaint over, but you can't bring yourself to care when you look into a pair of shining blue eyes, already looking up at you. he grins into your cunt as your release decorates his mouth. he looks like an angel between your thighs, in contrast to the unholy deed he was doing. he laps at you feverishly, helping you ride the wave of your orgasm. he grins with his puffy lips, glistening with you all over them. you're ready to cum again at the sight of him greedily licking his fingers clean and wiping the remnants from his face into his mouth. "can't let a single drop go to waste."

you push yourself up on your elbows, still panting lightly, ready to return the favor. "that was probably the best one yet. now it's my turn to have my way with you." you lean up to kiss him, tasting some of yourself still on him. he wears a cheek splitting grin as you pull him up with you, pushing him into the previous spot you took on the couch. the fabric of the pants he still had on was ready to rip open with the pressure his hard cock was putting on them. you move to undo his belt, leaving sloppy kisses on his neck as you do so. you brand his neck in the same way he did yours and pull back to revel in your work. he rakes his hands through your hair while you work your way down to his happy trail, licking above his waistband before pulling it down with his help. clay's evidently painful cock springs out, making him breathe a sigh of relief. you were planning on teasing him a little, but you feel bad when you catch a glimpse of his furrowed brows and glossy eyes. he needs this just as badly as you do, so you scrap your original plan, intending to give him what he needs instead.

he bucks into your hand as you swipe at the precum on his tip before catching it between your lips, savoring the taste. you look intensely into his eyes and watch as lust and need begin to flood his irises. his body already feels like it's on fire as he feels your hands begin to work him. you reach back to your cunt, still pooling with your slick, collecting it to lubricate him. clay let's out a breathless, pleading whimper. "please, baby...I need more." he's nearly begging, and if he wasn't already on his knees for you earlier, he'd get down on them now. his voice is strained in his plea, and who were you to deny him this pleasure? "patience, my love... I'll give you what you want." you lean into him, whispering in his ear and nibbling his lobe as you stroke him at a slow pace. he shudders at the contact he's been desperate for, a moan escaping his lips as he throws his head back into the cushion. you take him into your mouth, making his eyes flutter at the warm, wet feeling. "oh god...fuck." he pulls in a gasp when you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head, his body writhing in pleasure. you feel your core clench around nothing at the sound of his groans, knowing he's putty in your hands.

you push yourself down his length as far as you can go, stroking what can't fit. his size always seems to impress you like it's your first time all over again. his hands find their way into your hair, pushing you down his length a little further. "c'mon, baby, you can take it. I know you can. you're such a good girl for me, with your lips wrapped around my cock." he moans out, trying to control his breathing. your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling his length bruise your throat, just as it should be. his mind is in a haze and full of you. you pull up off of him for air, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his glistening cock.

you return yourself back to your rightful position — with your lips wrapped around his cock, mouth full and drooling, and unable to think about anything besides getting him his release. his breath comes in heavy pants and you watch him through hooded eyes, partly to take in his fucked out expression and partly to make sure he's alright. he can barely form a coherent sentence and his trembling legs signal to you he's on the precipice of breaking. he manages to find the words, praising you with sweet words between ragged breaths. "you're so good, baby...so perfect for me. you gonna let me fill that pretty mouth up?" to which you hum an affirmative response, the vibration giving him that last push over the edge. he tangles his hands in your hair once again, needing to ground himself to reality as waves of pleasure course through him. his head is thrown back and his mouth is agape, releasing near pornographic moans, and it takes everything not to have your second orgasm of the night just at the sound of him. you swallow every last drop of what he gives you, like the good girl he knows you are, as his hot cum spurts into your mouth.

he comes to, opening his eyes to find you smiling up, mouth coated in him. he leans in to lift you off the ground by your hips, seating you onto his lap. "I love you. I'm sorry for everything. for worrying you so much. I promise, I won't ever leave you. not without a fight." as you lean in to wrap your arms around him, the sound of a pager going off alerts you both. you push yourself off his lap in urgency, hoping for some good news. he looks to you, eyebrows raised, awaiting some clarity from you. "what is it? is it the hospital?" you look up from the pager and at clay with a teary eyed expression, nodding profusely. "baby, they have a heart...they have a heart for you, right now, tonight. you're getting a heart, clay!" he laughs, tears filling up his eyes as he darts off the couch to take you in his arms. "I love you, I love you, I love you... I'm getting a heart. we'll finally get a clean slate." you grip him a little tighter, heart racing at his reassurance and the guarantee of a real future together — one without doctors or procedures or worrying if you'll have to let him go for good. you pull back to scan his face, caressing it to calm his nerves. "god, I love you so much...let's get you a new heart, clay."

he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist, guiding you both back to sit on the couch. of course he's excited for his new heart, but he's in no rush just yet. "what are you doing? we need to get to the hospital." he nods in agreement, but makes no effort to get up. "and we will, soon enough. don't worry." his hands find your hips and rests your core right over his cock, moving you back and forth.

you spent half the night in each other's arms, finding yourselves connected in the most intimate way, and celebrating clay's new lease on life.

i'm about to start chewing concrete

No because why is my first response when seeing any form of media with Hayden in it to squeal and say “HE’S SO PRETTY” in the highest pitch voice i have…

because he is…he is so pretty 🧎‍♀️

i can’t even describe the immense i pain i had while watching this bc THIS WILL NEVER BE MEEEEEEE

i feel like this man is hexing me because every waking moment i’m just thinking about him ??????

LEAVE ME ALONE 😭

THE LITTLE KISS HE DOES AT THE END??? WHAT THE FUCK

The Last Man (2019)

Starring: Hayden Christensen, Harvey Keitel, Liz Solari, ..

this will beeman edit… yeah… yeah…

Awake bloopers!

ok… the way he laughs and says “we got it” in the first take?? his brows raising as he laughs?? put it in me rn

when he goes to unlock the door and it doesn’t open- y did he kinda whimper?! ngl it was hot. i’m chronically in love with this man

THE WAY HE SAID BABE?!

also jessica is literally so fucking beautiful?! and her voice is so cute- like they looked so damn good together 😭