Siren

Warnings/notes: Smut, praise kink, missionary, Clayton eating reader out, slight argument (kinda?), threats mentioned (nothing serious.) Part two of boss Clayton! Here is part one. Credits to @priestboy for the dividers!

You entered the limo, he held the door open for you before getting in after. He gave the driver instructions before settling down, sighing deeply. You looked over at him. “So what kind of event is this?” You asked, curiously. He looked back at you. “It’s a charity event for business’s that need some help.” He answered. You nodded, looking out the window, at the city light. You loved living in the city, it was beautiful, especially at nighttime.

You got to the charity event quickly, and Clayton, being the gentleman he is, opened the door for you, holding your hand to help you out. You could feel his large hand covering your smaller one, it made the tip of your ears turn slightly pink. He closed the door behind you and linked his arm with yours, walking inside the venue.

Suddenly, he whispered to you. “If anyone asks… you’re my date, not my assistant.” He said in your ear. That caught you off guard. Your head snapped over to look at him. “What? Why?” You asked, confused. “Because it would be embarrassing if they knew I had to bring my assistant instead of a date.” He said lowly, smiling at some people as they walked down the hallway.

“Well.. why didn’t you bring a date? I’m sure you could’ve found someone, Clayton.” You said. He was handsome, a gentleman, and rich. He could practically have any girl he wanted! “Because I’m not dating at the moment, and I’m not interested either.” He said, a bit annoyed with your question, but he also knew you were going to ask.

You just shut up and nodded. You both finally walked into the venue. It was massive, and filled with other business men and their wives. He walked over to a group of men in expensive suits, like his, and greeted them warmly. You stood beside him, feeling a bit awkward. You didn’t know anyone here, besides him. And this was a new environment for you, but you tried to act classy.

Clayton then introduced you, bringing you closer to his side. “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Layla.” He said, his arm now wrapped around your waist. You smiled politely, greeting them. They looked you up and down, like a bunch of hungry wolves. “So, this is the girlfriend, huh? Clayton’s said a lot about you.” One of the men said, which surprised you. You knew you were his “girlfriend”, but you also didn’t know about that until today. You wondered what Clayton had said. “That’s me.” You smiled.

Clayton’s hand tightened slightly on your side, hardly enough to notice, but you did. “Okay, okay.” Clayton said, embarrassed his friend had brought that up. Truth is, Clayton used to date, and he used to have hook ups, and see girls. But ever since you came into his life, he stopped. He only had his eyes on you. The guys, and you, laughed at his reaction. The group of guys talked, and you stood beside Clayton, quietly, letting them do their thing, when the same guy spoke up. “Y’know, your girl is really quiet. Like a mouse.” He joked, but you could tell he wasn’t joking. Clayton nodded. “She’s just a bit shy.” He said, but the guy continued. “It’s a bit rude, no?! She’s just standing there as if we aren’t even there.”

Your smile faded, and so did Clayton’s. You were surprised he had called you out, even though you did nothing wrong. “Excuse me? Who are you to talk to my girlfriend like that?” Clayton asked. You could tell he was irritated, and the rest of the group noticed too. The guy shrugged. “Hey, I’m not trying to start things. Just saying.” But Clayton wasn’t having it. “Apologize, now.” Clayton said, firmly. You were surprised he was even defending you against this prick, and he genuinely seemed mad. It was a bit of a turn on, to see him stand up for you like that. Especially since he was just your boss..

The guy laughed, though it was awkward and forced. “I’m not gonna do that.” He said, arrogantly, which made Clayton even more mad. Clayton excused himself before grabbing the guy roughly by his arm and pulled him aside. The whole group watched as they talked, a few of the guys friends apologizing for his actions. After 5 minutes, they both came back. “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have said that. I had a bit to drink tonight.” The guy said. You nodded, your eyes flickering between him and Clayton. “It’s okay..”

Then, Clayton wrapped his arm around your waist and walked off, pulling you with him. You looked up at him, smiling softly. “What the hell did you say?” You asked. He smirked, guiding you towards the empty hallway again. “I have some dirt on him.” He explained, both of you in the hallway together, alone. You laughed softly, which made his expression soften. “Do I want to know?” You asked, he shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

There was moment of, comfortable, silence between you two, before his hand came up to gently cup your face, making you look at him. “I’m sorry about what he said. I like that you’re quiet.” He said, his eyes searching yours. You blushed, smiling softly, shyly. “Thank you.. I’m sure he was just drunk and not thinking. We’ve all been there.” You said. He didn’t reply. He stared down at you, his eyes moving down to your lips.

Just then, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his free hand moving to your waist. You gasped softly against his lips, but didn’t pull away. It took you a second to register what was happening before you kissed him back, your hands coming up to cup the sides of his neck. He hummed against your lips and gently pushed you against the wall, making out with you in a random hallway. You never expected this to happen, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Not now.

After a few seconds, the kiss started to become more passionate, more hungry. After months of you both yearning for each other, you finally had it, and Clayton wasn’t going to waste this moment, this opportunity. He lifted you up suddenly, his hands under your thighs, supporting your weight. You laughed against his lips, making him laugh too. God, the sound of your laugh made him to crazy.

He carried you nearby to a room so you both could have privacy, and shut the door behind him with his foot. He set you down on a piano, gently lifting up your dress to reveal your lacy pink panties. He groaned, at the sight, kissing down your neck. You let out a soft moan, your hand moving to his hair, your fingers pulling on his hair. He saw how wet you were and bit his lip, his thumb moving down to rub your clit through your panties. “All this for me?” He cooed. You moaned, your lips parting softly. “Fuck.. yes..” you moaned.

He continued that for a moment before pulling away, making you huff, but only for a second. He pulled your panties down, putting them beside you on the piano before grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to the edge. He pulled his pants down, his boxers going down with them. He lightly jerked himself off, pressing his tip against your wet hole. You wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his back as he slowly started to enter you. He was big.

His hands rested on your waist, gripping you tightly but not enough to hurt you. Once he bottomed out, he gave you a second to breathe before he started to move, groaning slightly, his eyes focused where he entered you. “Oh god..” you moaned, your legs wrapping around his hips as he fucked you. He was gentle at first, but started to move faster, harder. He could tell by the way you tightened around him that you were enjoying this just as much as he was. “Yeah? Like that?” He asked, his hands moving down to grip your hips, fucking you harder, looking up into your eyes.

You gasped softly, looking up at him also. You kept eye contact, nodding desperately. “Love it- so good..” you whined, letting out soft pants. He watched you intensely, watching your reactions, expressions, the way your body reacted. He reached up to pull your dress down, revealing your bra, which he quickly took off also. Once the bra was discarded, he leaned down to suck on your breasts, moaning he buried his face in them, never slowing his pace.

Your head fell back against the piano, the whole piano moving with how hard his thrusts were. Your hands pulled at his suit and hair, moans coming out of your mouth like a prayer. He moved from your breasts, and smashed his lips against yours again, making out with you hungrily. “So good.. taking me so nicely.” He praised between kisses, which made you clench around him. You were already close. He smirked when he felt you tighten around him, letting him know you were close. “Already?” He teased. “Shut up..” you said half-heartedly, your breaths growing heavier.

“Fuck.. I’m gonna come!” You squealed, looking back up at him. “Yeah? Then come.” He softly commanded, which instantly threw you over the edge. You come around him, your hips jerking forward as your orgasm crashed over you. He let out a moan, not slowing his thrusts until he suddenly pulled out, coming on the floor, but his thumb moved to your clit, continuing to rub it through your orgasm until you tried to move away from overstimulation. He panted heavily, looking down at the mess he made on the floor before looking back to you. He suddenly dropped down to his knees, gently kissing your inner thighs, making them twitch, before he started to eat you out, cleaning you up.

Your eyes rolled back, your head falling back against the piano again. He held your hips firmly down, not letting you move away. He moaned as he tasted your juices, eating you out hungrily. “Taste so fucking sweet..” he said. Your eyes pricked with tears at the sensitivity, but didn’t push him away. After another minute, he finally pulled away, standing back up. He gently grabbed you, pulling you up to sit. He pulled a napkin out of his pocket, cleaning you up properly. “You okay?” He asked, throwing the tissue somewhere before grabbing your panties and putting them back on for you.

You nodded, still a bit hazy from your intense orgasm. “Mhm.. never better.” You said. He laughed lowly, helping you off the piano. “Good girl.. you did amazing.” He praised, kissing the top of your head.

Authors note: HI GUYSS! Dare I say I like this one.. we love Clayton here. Guys I’ve been very motivated lately.

hayden christensen x personal assistant!reader

18+mdni

warnings: masturbation (both m & f), dirty talk, fingering, slight voyeurism

when you were looking for jobs as a personal assistant, with truly minimal experience, you didn't expect to land such a cushy position working for HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN. he had you prep a few meals for him as your interview and was seemingly impressed by your culinary skills. hired you on the spot, explaining your position. he just wanted someone to take care of the home, cook, the basics. typical man chores when they didn't split them with a wife. it wasn't too much, but what he offered good pay and a live-in role. you had initally raised an eyebrow at living in someone elses home- but he assured you he was gone quite a bit and you'd be in the in-law suite, so it wouldn't be a bother and shouldn't be an invasion to you. you agreed.

and he wasn't lying, he was gone a lot of the time. for the most part, you would make sure the house was tidy, meal prep, and take care of anything else that needs to be done. his daughter, when home, will spend time watching you make food or you'll take her out for lunches.

when hayden is home, you truly do try not to stare. he's old enough to be your father. hell, you babysit the girl who does have him as a father. but you end up doing it anyways, hoping he doesn't notice. you wonder if when he leaves for days on end for filming or cons, if he's meeting women at night. or what his love life is like. so many questions, truly so little answers. the longer you worked for him, the more your thoughts seemed to delve into obsession. you started to find yourself getting lost in sexual fantasies of him late at night, your fingers slipping inside of you, lost in euphoria.

his daughter was gone one weekend, one where he informed you he had an award show to attend, but asked if you could make him something light to come back to. he mentioned that there's hardly ever food at "these damn award shows, like they're trying to help with natural ozempic". he was in a basic suit, a black one that was clearly freshly pressed. you could hardly tear your eyes away, thinking about how he would look taking you while fully in the suit, his tie wrapped around your neck while he takes you from behind.

you blink to wash the glaze out of your eyes and nod at him. he's looking at you, you think out of concern, but notice his eyes aren't warm or searching yours, really. they're fixated on your lips. you want to assume its your mind playing tricks on you before you spiral into a terrible delusion for the rest of the night.

"i'll be back later." he finally says. his voice is lower than usual- huskier, but he doesn't give another look and walks out, leaving your core aching, screaming for some sort of release or pleasure.

you find yourself on the couch, some time later, fingers creeping back inside yourself. everytime your eyes close, you can only see his heated stare. you allow yourself to take it further, imagining if he would've taken you there in his suit. with every curl into your cunt from your fingers, you pretend it's hayden working his thick digits into you. bringing you closer to the edge each time they slide in you, making you whimper.

you become so blissed out, you don't hear the door open. the rush from the building orgasm blocks out any noise, anything that could ruin your high.

not that hayden wanted to see something ruin what he was looking at. you, spread open on his couch, fingers teasing in and out of yourself while you whimpered and moaned his name. his cock twitches in the confines of his pants, and he knows he has to solve this problem immediately.

leaning against the shower tiles, he groans. he drags his fist up and down his cock slowly, his mind replaying the sight he had stumbled upon. he could only imagine how good your pussy would feel on him, how well you would take him. you were always so compliant. your voice moaning his name rings through his ears again and he speeds up his movements, having to steady himself upright. words tumble out of his mouth, losing all control.

"fuck... good girl... good fuckin' girl." he finishes, exploding on his hand, sighing and steadying himself again. his thoughts are a mess, torn between storming back out to find you and relieve his cock again, or to never think about it after this.

the latter is near impossible when he sees you sitting on that same couch, as if nothing happened, in too short of pajama shorts. you sat there, unfazed, eyes fixated on the tv. you must've heard his movements though, because your head snaps toward him.

"oh hayden! i didn't hear you come home... how was your night?" there's a slight falter to your voice. one he knows the reason for.

"it was fine. rather boring," he can't help but look at your exposed thighs, his mind consumed by you once more. "i did have a pleasureable end of the night, though."

your face twists. you didn't want to hear about his lady escapades. he watches emotion pass over your face at that statement. you're not even hiding it. he moves closer to you.

"i can't describe my enthusiasm when i come home and see my dirty assistant with her legs spread open calling for me."

at that, he sees your face fall, your mind clearly turning with all sorts of excuses. you attempt to stand up, saying you'll see yourself out- something along those lines. instead he sits you down again, this time on his lap, with your back to his chest.

his lips caress your ear softly. "why don't you show me how you were doing it early baby. show me how you wanted me to touch you." he hooks his arms under your thighs and spreads your legs open, sitting back on the couch. you're small in his lap with how simply large he is, muscle and height. he can see everything that's happening, how you start to drag your fingers in and out, how it's making your head roll back, how your cunt is starting to drip onto his pants.

at some point, he covers your hand with his and coaxes both fingers inside you- yours and his, causing you to arch back against him.

"hayden..." you mutter, feeling your orgasm swirling in your core.

"dirty girl. you gonna cum for me? gonna make up for being a slut on my couch?" he sucks your neck and thrusts his fingers deeper.

you grip his hands and the coil unravels like a whip while he keeps overstimulating your pussy. you cry out, hardly forming any sentences or even words.

"so good." he kisses you as you come down from your high, leaking onto his couch once more. "should take you to bed so i can finish taking care of you in the morning. wanna see your pussy take me." he murmurs.

Ahh stapww you're literally the sweetest !!!

You're making my heart melt <333

I don’t know if I’ll be famous one day, but I’ll definitely remember you, hun !! You seem so sweet <3

warning/notes: role play, handcuffs, infantilization, a hint of ddlg, oral sex (f receiving), pussy slapping, orgasm denial, pet names. english is not my native language, not proofread.

"hands up, you're under arrest, sir!" you walk into the bedroom- barge in, shoving the door with your shoulder like a real cop- toy gun in hand. aj is lying on the bed, laptop on his knees, all his attention focused on studying a bank floor plan just a second ago.

but now, all his attention is entirely on you.

his gaze trails down your body, fitted in a dark blue jumpsuit, sex shop handcuffs dangling from your belt. his eyes travel up to your face- pure charm, the little minx he got stuck with so he could never relax a single day in his life. you keep him on edge- his favorite girl, the one who makes him plan every heist more carefully- not just out of responsibility to the guys, but because of you. he can't leave you alone.

"yeah, kitten?" aj snorts, lazily raising his palms. "gonna read me my charges? miranda rights?"

you step closer, still aiming the toy gun at him, your lips pressed together to keep from laughing- you're taking this game seriously, even if you started it yourself.

"sir, i'm not a kitten, and you can't speak to a police officer that way," you shove his laptop aside with one hand, keeping your weapon trained on aj with the other. he's not even trying to hide the smug smirk on his face.

"call me sir again, officer kitten…" he gently knocks the toy gun out of your hands and pulls you on top of him, making you lie flat against his chest, "…and i'll eat you alive. right now."

you immediately start squirming, squeaking and laughing- aj's long fingers tickling your sides, his nose burying in your hair- you smell sweet, like always, and that scent drives him insane every single time.

"sir- you're interfering with an arrest- this is assault on a police officer!" breathless from laughter, you try to continue your 'arrest'. aj moves his laptop to the nightstand so you don't accidentally crush it, and flips you over smoothly- now you're on your back, and he's hovering above you.

he settles on your hips, not with his full weight, so you're not uncomfortable, and unclips the handcuffs from your belt.

"looks like officer kitten needs to be taught a lesson," he gently takes your wrists and cuffs them to the headboard. you immediately start pouting, brows furrowed- aj is ruining your game. you were supposed to win, not him.

"i'm not a kitten!" you huff, but to aj it sounds like a kitten hissing at a lion.

he leans forward and gently bites your pouty lower lip, tugging it slightly while his fingers work on your jumpsuit zipper.

"…and it's only because i respect your determination, and the bravery of your hissing, that i'm not spanking you and fucking you stupid," aj murmurs against your lips, satisfied at how your pupils instantly dilate and your thighs instinctively press together. his palms spread your legs apart again. he only now realizes his mistake- should've undressed you before cuffing you, because there's no way he's getting this jumpsuit off now. without thinking twice, aj rips the flimsy fabric- you really didn't buy the best police costume. the handcuff key falls out of the pocket, and he sets it on the nightstand before pulling off your panties and tossing them on the floor. you give your ruined jumpsuit a sad look, but it doesn't last long.

aj settles comfortably between your legs, palms gripping your thighs, and starts kissing and nibbling the inside of them. he knows you love this- and he loves feeling the shiver run through your body, seeing your dreamy half-lidded eyes and your desperate attempts to squeeze your legs together.

"no, no, baby. you know the rule- gotta keep those legs nice and wide. didn't they teach you that at the police academy?" aj snorts, giving your pussy a light slap. you're already wet, always so sensitive, and you whimper when he spanks you.

he ducks his head between your sensitive folds and breathes in the scent of your arousal. your natural smell- the one he feels everywhere, always, like it's soaked into his skin- drives him crazy every single time.

aj eats you out greedily- loud slurping sounds fill the room, like he's genuinely trying to devour you. his tongue flicks over your sensitive clit, lips wrapping around the tender bud, sucking- drawing out more moans and whimpers- and then he slides his tongue inside you. for some reason it always tickles, and you squirm, bucking your hips against the bed, never stopping your whining- and aj loves every second of it.

"aj…" you purr, desperately tugging at the handcuffs, wanting to bury your fingers in his hair, pull his face closer to your hot, wet pussy- but that's exactly the point. he's not going to let you come.

he slaps your flushed vulva a few times- blood rushing to your sensitive, aching core.

"wrong," he murmurs, lifting his head just enough to look at your face.

"sir," you correct yourself, desperately bucking your hips, "please…"

aj dives back between your legs. his hands grip you tighter, fingers sinking into the soft skin of your thighs and ass as he circles his tongue around your clit, alternating with sucking. he reads your breathing, the tremor in your body- the moment he feels you're close, he pulls away sharply, another few light slaps landing on your pussy.

aj isn't going to let you come. not now. that would be too easy.

he kneels between your legs, his chin glistening with your juices, fingers sliding between your folds to collect your wetness- then he pushes them into your parted lips. you immediately lick, suck, hollowing your cheeks, tears welling in your eyes- but aj isn't easily fooled. you're his little crybaby. he's used to it.

he gently pulls his fingers from your mouth and reaches for the handcuff key.

"hope you learned your lesson, officer kitten. don't go after the big fish. start with something your own size," aj smirks, uncuffing you. he takes your stiff wrists in his palms, gently massaging them, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. "i didn't hear you."

"yes, sir," you whimper, vision hazy from how close you were- and how cruelly you were denied. you finally squeeze your legs shut.

twenties!hayden desperate longing for you; tw: extremely touch-starved and needy for you hayden, worship, unprotected sex, gentle sex, p i v, cockwarming. english is not my native language, not proofread.

"a day without you was hell," hayden whispers, and he's not exaggerating. his brain only switched off when the director yelled "action!", and even then, your image flickered in the corner of his eye.

his lips leave open-mouthed kisses all over your face, then move down to your neck and collarbones- not with greed, but with reverent awe. his fingers clutch your hips with the same reverence, not hard enough to leave bruises-that's not his way of marking you.

"i missed you too," you whimper softly as hayden sinks back into you with a smooth roll of his hips. your velvet walls clench around him, you arch your back with another quiet moan, and hayden gently slides his hands down to your ass. he lifts your hips and just stays there, savoring the precious moment of being this connected.

hayden hadn't spent the whole shoot day just thinking about coming home, fucking you for his own release, and crashing. he spent the whole day dreaming of hearing your voice not through a phone, but right beside him, feeling your breath on his skin. he yearned to feel the velvet of your skin, to trace every mole, scar, stretch mark, and every other pattern he's memorized. to feel the weight and warmth of your hands as you cup his face and kiss the tip of his nose just to make him scrunch it up adorably.

hayden needed all of you, and his need wasn't just sexual hunger-he needed to see and hear you. and if you'd let him, to lay you down, peel off your clothes layer by layer, kiss every inch of skin while you told him about your day, and make you believe-his heart beats for you, and every day on set is for you, for your well-being, for their future family.

hayden pulls you closer by the hips, your ass resting against his toned thighs, and he starts moving with shallow, gentle thrusts, barely pulling out halfway. you wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper, arching your back. hayden reluctantly lets go of your hip so his hand can move with careful, deliberate strokes to circle your clit. the quiet moans and whimpers, dedicated solely to him, falling from your lips, make his dick pulse inside your wet pussy, which he's slowly stretching with each movement.

hayden lowers himself on top of you, carefully pressing you into the mattress, shifting most of his weight to his arms so you don't bear it all. his palm stays trapped between your stomachs as he continues circling your sensitive clit. the look in his blue eyes is filled with that exact tenderness, love, and gratitude for you.

"i love you," hayden whispers, covering your lips with his in a soft kiss. his tongue slips inside, and he groans when your lips close around it, giving a gentle suck. the muscles in his lower abdomen tighten, and with a choked gasp, he comes inside you. his cock pulses, releasing hot, thick ropes of cum, and he buries his forehead in your shoulder, leaving endless open-mouthed kisses as, riding through his own bliss, he keeps working your clit-his orgasm means nothing until you find yours.

and when your body shudders beneath his weight, your legs, still wrapped around him, tremble harder, and he feels your pelvic floor muscles clenching, he can finally exhale.

"god…" you rasp, gently wrapping your arms around hayden's neck and pulling his face to yours. he looks so serene every single time.

"no, no. god... is you," he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, and you let out a soft laugh. that sound fills him with an endless desire to tear his own heart out and hand it to you as payment. you kiss his brow, catching a bead of sweat with your lips. "can i stay like this for a bit? i just wanna be with you."

hayden carefully shifts his weight, settling more comfortably on top of you, still paranoid about crushing you, and buries his nose in your hair, closing his eyes. his hands tremble on either side of your head, his cock still nestled inside. he needs your warmth completely.

𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𐙚

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: While missing Hayden, you touch yourself—but you can’t finish without him… so you call him.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Hayden Christensen x fem!Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2,2k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk, erotic audio description, mutual orgasm, explicit language

German magazine clipping of an interview with Hayden Christensen mainly talking about his love life.

Everything translated below;

Why didnt you play in more movies after Star Wars?

I was too busy enjoying my life (laughs). Luckily I don't have to pay for my livelihood anymore so I can conentrate on projects that im more interested in.

So your role as Anakin made you rich?

It gave me financial security (grins). Due to that I can take my job more seriously. If I get asked to play a role where theres a "But", I can allow myself not to play the role.

Aren't you scared to lose the job if youre picky?

I don't think that far into the future. It's not a problem at the moment. Roles I rejected became opportunities for other actors. If you trust your gut, everything that happens happens for a reason.

Atleast you got the time for love now..

Exactly, I have much more time for nicer things in life.

Your girlfriend surely likes to hear that.

I don't have a girlfriend at the moment.

There's no way you've been single for multiple years!

I've had a few small love stories here and there, but my last serious one was a few years ago.

Did your last girlfriend get the opportunity to visit you in australia on the star wars set?

I broke up before I flew there.

Why?

I was gone for three months and I'm not a big fan of long distance relationships. That's why I've been single for so long; always travelling because of my job.

Sounds very pessimistic, you could have atleast tried..

I did, but it didn't go well for me. All my serious relatioships were long distance.

You got hurt?

Well, its never fun to break up with someone. I've had my heart broken a few times and I also broke one too; that's what I'm trying to prevent.

Did something including love happen on the Star Wars set?

Yes, but because this woman is also an actress, I don't want to reveal her name.

Does a girl have to be an actress to become your girlfriend?

No, thats bullshit. I hate to stereotype, but actors arent the most normal people in the world. So if you want a girlfriend without whining, dont look for an actress (grins).

Have you ever wished for your career to be similar to orlando bloom's?

No, never (laughs). I've never seen acting as a competition for popularity. If someone wants to work like Orlando - it's their problem. I find it boring, just like his movies. Whoever sees this as a competition for popularity, then they misunderstood the job.

What do you spend your money on?

On my family. I invited my parents, my grandma, my uncle and my sister into rome, where I play in "The Decameron". Family will always be most important to me. theyre always honest and don't tell me bullshit.

Have you ever been told bullshit?