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look at this sweetheart

happy birthday to the sweetest, most purest man ever!! i can't believe he's 44 omg ☹️

i will be making a (very delayed) birthday fluff for one of Hayden's characters in honour to his birthday! unfortunately, i don't write anything for Hayden himself, so if you have a suggestion for a character, lmk!

i am so so sorry for inactivity, i've been so busy these past couple of days!

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secretary pt.1 | Clayton Beresford masterlist

Clayton Beresford x f!reader

SUMMARY: Clayton's recently hired secretary is bubbly and optimistic─the complete opposite of him. He soon learns the way of being carefree and laid back, officially entering your own little world.

WARNINGS: none for this chapter!

Knock, Knock,

Clayton's eyes lift from his monitor, currently going through some online files that so-desperately needed to be sorted. "Come in," His voice was tired and irritated, almost dreading the fact he had to socialize once again.

He knew he was the CEO and people relied on him most of the time, but he really enjoyed his peace and liked being left alone for at least an hour while being in his office.

His office was almost his escape from reality─being able to do whatever he desired most and no one could barge in and interrupt. That would be unprofessional of them.

The old, wooden door carefully creaks open, revealing one of his most trustworthy co-workers─Mark, and you─an unfamiliar face. His cold, blue eyes immediately roam over your figure, almost judgmentally.

Usually, he'd judge his secretary's based on professionalism with their outfit choices. If the clothes were too revealing or just plain up hideous, he'd tell Mark to find another one. Cold and simple. Though, when it came to your first appearance, he couldn't find anything to judge on.

Your hair was slicked back in a neat, but fairly messy bun. The white blouse you were wearing was short-sleeves, and crinkled at just the right amount. Your black, pencil skirt fell just to your mid-thighs, hugging your plush skin perfectly. Your feet were covered with white, ruffle socks and paired with black Steve-Madden flats.

It was definitely a good first impression.

To Clayton's standards, at least.

Mark clears his throat, bringing Clayton's attention back to him as he holds his clipboard in his right hand. "This is Y/n, she's going to be your new secretary." He simply says, shooting Clay a silent warning look to be nice.

Clayton brushes off the glare and looks back at you, a small, professional smile appearing on his pink lips to acknowledge you. His expression was unreadable, but he definitely was a little less tense than when you two first entered the room.

You return the smile with a friendly tug of lips, your dimples prominent on your cheeks at the action. Clayton had never seen someone so relaxed during a first impression, clearly expecting a nervous wreck like the past couple of secretary's he recently declined without hesitation.

"Come, sit," He gestures to the singular armchair coated in a black, sleek leather at the other end of his desk, motioning for you to come closer. "Mark, you're free to go."

"Very well, then." Mark nods his head before exiting the office, the door shutting behind him.

You sat yourself down on the comfortable armchair, a leg crossing over the other as you place your notebook down onto a small, free area on his flooded desk.

One of Clayton's eyebrow began to raise as you immediately invaded his space without asking, even more confused by the fluffy tip of your black pen. He shakes off the interaction and looks back at you, that same smile on your face still very much in the clear.

"So," He starts, clearing his throat, "Y/n, right?"

You nod your head, letting your eyes quickly trail around the interior of his office before meeting his cold gaze once again. "Mhm." Your response was simple, tapping your index and middle finger against the bare skin of your thigh.

His office walls were filled with picture frames─which were probably his family and friends. The floor-to-ceiling windows capturing a perfect view of the Skyline of Manhattan, a fair amount of the office was kept clean, beside his desk─being multiple sheets of paper scattered all over the place, and not even organized in neat piles.

He nods, "Right, well, you can just call me Mr. Beresford." He addresses, leaning back in his large office chair with a quiet creak. "Let me run the basics down for you, alright? Just so you know the rules and all of my boundaries."

The two of you spent the next thirty minutes discussing basic rules around the office. Always be on time, maintaining an accurate record-keeping on a clipboard or notebook, organized time management, and demonstrating professionalism at all times. No excuses.

Unfortunately, due to the lack of staff, you weren't provided with your own desk yet. So, Clayton came to the arrangement of sharing a corner bit of his desk with you until the new furniture arrived. Obviously you couldn't disagree, so you just complied with a lousy corner until your new desk came.

Clayton eyes were currently glued on his computers screen, a stern and stoic expression very much evident. You didn't know if it was either the fact he'd have to get used to sharing his space, or if something rather important came up and he wasn't fond of it. Either way, your main goal was to make sure he felt comfortable around you.

"So," You start, currently midway through writing down most of Clay's business meetings times and dates in your notebook, "What's it like being a really, really young billionaire and CEO?" It was a stupid question, for sure, but it had been so quiet for the past fifteen minutes and you couldn't help but break the silence.

Clayton's gaze meets yours in the corner of his eye, sighing quietly at your question. "Stressful," He mutters plainly, "Continue writing down my schedules and try not to talk so much, alright?" He adds, his attention drifting back to his computer screen.

His tone wasn't completely stern, but it was enough for you to comply without hesitation. It was evident he wasn't trying to be rude, but his attention was obviously drawn to something else that was causing his attitude.

Beforehand, Mark hadn't given you much background info about Clay. Maybe it was for his privacy and counted as a boundary, but you couldn't help the curiosity that spiked.

Being his secretary, he was supposed to tell you everything that was business related. But for this, he wasn't telling you and you didn't understand why.

Maybe it wasn't business related.

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okay, hear me out. i was thinking of maybe starting a mini series of Clayton Beresford and his secretary. potentially a slow burn, depending on how each chapter works out.

lmk your thoughts and leave suggestions if you have any!

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summer !! i can’t stop thinking abt james kelly ‘n his best friend’s daughter!reader

she’s this pretty little thing who is all pink and bows and ribbons — the picture of innocence. james thinks she’s the sweetest little thing and despite her being a young adult, he tries to keep away from her out of respect for her father.

at the end of the day, he’s just a man who can’t keep his hands to himself :(((

(can i be 🧸 anon :p)

welcome 🧸 anon!! i love this idea for a fic so so much, and i hope it fit your description!

James Kelly x younger!f!reader

SUMMARY: coming back home for summer break from college, James starts seeing you more than his friend's daughter.

WARNINGS: age gap, usage of y/n, piv, unprotected sex, fingering, slight pussy eating, cum, talks you through it, creampie, small praise, soft!dom James, sub!reader and a whole lot of cursing.

WC: i wasn't bothered 😓

"Fuck, man. This car is a load of shit." James scoffs, looking the old, beat up ford up and down with obvious judgement.

Your father, Andrew, smirks and shakes his head in amusement. "Just think about the money, man. Definitely needs some new rims, and the guy said his window doesn't work or somethin' like that." He explains, shrugging his shoulders.

James and your father have been friends way before you were even born. Went to high school together, college then ended up working as mechanics. Therefore, they were practically inseparable.

James spent most of his time at your house, working in the garage or raiding the kitchen. Which was why he watched you grow up, seeing you go through all your different phases of being a teenager. And when you left for college, he didn't expect you to come back so... mature.

After spending several hours in the garage, working on the old beat up car, the garage door swung open with you standing there. Both men's eyes flickered up to meet yours, a smile immediately appearing on your dad's face.

He quickly wiped the grease off his hands with a small cloth, wrapping his arms around you and trapping you in a tight embrace. "You didn't tell me you were coming back." He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Surprise!" You shrug your shoulders, wrapping your arms around your father in response.

A few seconds go by and your father finally releases you from his tight hug, letting you reunite with James after a year of being away. Your father playfully ruffles your hair and leaves the garage, muttering something about getting water.

"Jamie," You acknowledge him with a small nod of your head, smiling faintly. It wasn't weird for you to have a nickname for him, due to calling him that ever since you first learned to talk.

It took a moment for James to respond back, his eyes wandering over your figure. Your mini skirt hugged perfectly around your thighs, the pink ribbon bows in your hair and that pure smile tugged at your lips. Your appearance screamed innocence, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was just for show.

"Y/n," He finally acknowledges you, gulping down whatever sexual thoughts he had. "Since when did you grow up? Last time I saw you, you were an awkward eighteen year old girl."

You chuckle at his comment, nodding your head. "Yeah, yeah, I know." You mumble, taking a small step closer. "People change over a year." You explain, shrugging your shoulders.

"Yeah, I see that..." James mutters, his eyes trailing over you once more before clearing his throat. "Don't try to grow up so fast, alright?" He states with a smirk, going back to changing the tires on the car.

God, this would be a challenge having to stay away from you.

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Later that night, James was currently standing in the kitchen, drinking from a freshly cold beer bottle. For the past few hours, James had been trying his best to keep a distance from you. Out of respect for your father, of course.

If it weren't for being best friend's with your father, he probably would've already fucked you stupid. Though, that could never happen. The risks of your father catching you two in the act would be a night-

"Jamie?" Your voice snapped James out of his thoughts, his eyes flickering over to yours.

He had to restrain himself from looking over your body again, especially since you were wearing tiny pajama shorts. "Yeah?" He responds back, his voice a little strained.

"It's like past eleven, what are you still doing here?" You ask, taking a small step closer.

James bit the inside of his cheek as he noticed you inching closer, but he remained calm. "Dunno. Felt like having a beer." He shrugs.

You flinched a little at his nonchalance but nodded. "Oh, okay... well, I'm heading to bed, so I just wanted to say goodnight."

He watches as you turned around and headed out of the kitchen, but his mind was screaming at him to stop you.

Fuck. Was he really going to let his thoughts win him over?

No. He couldn't.

You're his best friend's daughter, this is wrong.

...

But James is a weak, weak man.

"Hey, wait a minute." He calls out for you, placing the beer bottle on the kitchen counter as he steps forward.

You slowly came to a halt, turning back around to face him as you waited for him to speak.

James sighs heavily and hesitantly takes another few steps forward, gently pushing you up against the counter.

"Be quiet, alright?" He mutters, leaving you confused.

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

The kiss started out soft and hesitant before you started kissing back, tilting your head to the side to deepen it. James' hands find your waist, tugging your body flush against his.

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Soon enough, James traps you beneath him on your queen size bed. His lips were attached to your neck, his hips grinding against yours for some sort of friction. James' hands travel across your fabricated body, sliding underneath your pajama shorts and feeling your wetness beneath your panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me." He mutters breathlessly, curling his fingers underneath your panties and sticking two fingers inside of you. A desperate moan came from your lips, back arching off the bed as he plumps his fingers in and out of you.

"Sshh," James hushes, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "Can't have your dad hearing you, right?"

You shook your head, forcing yourself to quiet down. "N-no..." Your response was quick and short, almost a struggle to get out.

James smirks against your skin, lifting his head back up. "Good girl." He mutters before pressing his lips against yours again, picking up the pace with his fingers buried deep inside of you.

It wasn't long until you were coating his fingers in your sticky residue, due to his soft praises bringing you closer to the edge. James' fingers leave your hole with a shiver running down your spine, watching him lick and suck the cum from his fingers just made you even wetter.

He quickly removes his and your clothes from each of your bodies, discarding each and every fabric somewhere on the floor. He uses his hands to spread your thighs apart, aligning his tip leaking pre-cum to your pink pussy.

His slick cock pushes inside of you gently, letting you get used to his large size. Once you gave him a nod of encouragement, he began thrusting in and out of you with the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling his ears.

"God, you're so tight." He groans, his eyebrows furrowing. "And so fuckin' wet for me." He adds, watching your tits bounce with every thrust.

James continues to fuck you ruthlessly, your strained, quiet whimpers egging on his arousal. "C'mon, baby," He praises, "Cum for me. Cum for Jamie, alright?"

He leans down and nuzzles his nose into the side of your neck, holding your hips for support as his movements start becoming a little more sloppy.

"Ahh... James─oh, fuck." You whimper breathlessly, his dick hitting your g-spot continuously which made you come undone.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes..." You whine as his hot seed shoots inside of you, filling you full. You coat his dick white, leaving it slick and sticky as he pulls out of you.

James sits up on his knees and looks down at your glistening clit, your stretched out hole filled up completely with both of yours releases. Without warning, he leans down and buries his face between your thighs─licking your pussy clean. His tongue swirls around your folds, transferring each of yours juices into his mouth and swallowing it whole.

Once he was done licking and sucking you clean, he sits back up and stares at your vulnerable body completely open to him.

He knew that he was supposed to feel guilty, but he couldn't resist you.

Your younger and perfect body was exactly what he needed.

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i need some clay smut like asap.. my baby is so unappreciated on here.

yess, i completely agree! i rarely see any fics about him ☹️

Clayton Beresford x f!reader

SUMMARY: Due to a stressful week of work, Clayton takes a night off to spend at a bar─where he meets you and your carefree attitude.

WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, small praise, (somewhat) dom!Clay, sub!drunken!reader (sober when having sex), piv, unprotected sex, doggy, a lot of cum, Clayton's big dick, usage of "baby", slight aftercare, and some cursing.

Clayton had been working nonstop all week long. Barely any breaks, barely any time for sleep and barely any time to take a long, warm bath that he so desperately needs.

With this new merger coming up with a Japanese company, Clayton found himself trapped in long, endless meetings that made him yawn of boredom.

He was in a tiresome state, no doubt. And it didn't make it any less harder than being stuck in his office, going through files of paperwork.

The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Skyline of Manhattan cured his stress a little, due to always being a huge fan of the city view. It was the reason why he demanded for an office on the top level, and knew no one could go against it. He was the CEO, after all.

The whole company was named after his father, which he took over when his father passed away. His father passed away when Clayton was still a little boy, which was why he was only twenty-two and already a billionaire.

With all of these responsibilities, Clayton decided that maybe just one night off couldn't hurt anybody. Surely, his co-workers could hold down the fort... otherwise he'd be rethinking those that he hired.

So, there he sat, alone at the bar counter sitting on one of the creaky stools in silence. He had ordered a whisky on the rocks─which was probably his third one by now. He always preferred being alone, even when there was a lively party happening right behind him.

God forbid a man enjoys his peace.

Though when he caught sight of you in the corner of his eye, he spun his stool around and watched you. Sure, he looked like a creep, but you were too drunk out of your mind to even notice.

You seemed so... carefree. A lot different than people he spent his time around, especially since they were so serious and enjoyed long, boring conversations about work.

But, you... your hair was messy and wild, your dance moves swayed and off beat with the music due to your intoxication of being under the influence. It actually made Clayton smile a little, and crack a small chuckle. He didn't know the last time someone made him genuinely laugh.

Soon enough, his body started moving more quickly than his mind. He approached you from behind and tapped you on the shoulder, clearing his throat which caught your attention.

When your eyes locked on his, the first thing he noticed was your flushed cheeks and overly wide smile. It definitely didn't take long until Clayton convinced you to leave with him.

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The door that led into Clayton's bedroom slams shut as your lips were eagerly attached to his neck, legs around his waist as he held you up to his penthouse ever since you two left his car.

He threw you onto his bed, watching you giggle and squirm around against the mattress as he unbuckles his belt and begins to strip in front of you.

He could tell you weren't as drunk as before, due to your cheeks returning to its natural color instead of light pink.

"Get undressed for me, will you?" Clayton orders in a gentle mutter, stepping out of his pants once they pooled around his ankles.

You chuckle and lean back on your hands, being able to see his large tent through his boxers. "Why don't you do it for me?.." You tease, your boldness being something entirely new to him. Though he wasn't complaining.

He chuckles and shakes his head in amusement, discarding his shirt that exposed his fairly toned chest and stomach. "C'mon, you can't make me do all the work," He responds with an equally amount of tease, "Be a good girl and get out of that dress, alright?"

With a heavy, dramatic sigh and sarcastic roll of eyes, you gave in. "Fine..." You mutter, sitting up on your knees.

Your hands reached to your back, slowly sliding down the zipper and be cautious to not accidentally zip your skin. Your movements were slow and deliberate as you kicked the dress off the bed, your eyes never leaving Clayton's.

"See? Wasn't so hard, was it?" He asks, looping his thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers.

You scoff at his cockiness, unclasping your strapless bra. "Yeah, yeah... whatever." You grumble, discarding the fabric off to the side.

As Clayton removes his boxers and steps out of the clothing item, leaving himself completely bare. You could almost feel your mouth watering at the sight of his size. How the fuck would that fit?

"Jesus Christ..." You whisper, leaning back on your hands again.

Clayton laughs in amusement and playfully rolls his eyes, not surprised by your reaction at all. "Close your mouth, baby." He teases, placing his index finger underneath your chin as he pushed your jaw back in place─your lips pursing together.

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It didn't take long until Clayton was thrusting in and out of you without a care in the world, your loud, porno-like moans bouncing off the walls and satisfying Clayton's ears like ecstasy.

"Fuck! C'mon, baby, cum for me." He praises breathlessly, his lips pressing against your ear.

All of Clay's little pushes and praises brought you extremely close to edge, which made him fuck you senseless. You had already came for him twice, but this man was really enjoying the sensation of destroying your stretched cunt with his large length.

After you came on his slick, sticky cock, he pulled out of you and flipped you around. His hands came to grip on your hips, bringing your ass up as he aligned your hole with his still hard cock.

He had probably came inside of you more than three times already, he just wanted you to feel as good as he did.

As Clayton began moving his hips against your ass, his movements were a lot more slow. Like he was taking his time with you and savoring the moment.

"You're so tight," He groans, gripping your hips so tight that there would definitely be left over marks.

"I─" You start, your voice somewhat muffled by the pillow.

"You, what? C'mon, use your words, baby."

"I─it hurts," You finally managed to get the words out, your chest heaving desperately for more air.

Clayton had never stopped so fast in his life, pulling out of you and allowing you to roll over onto your back. "Fuck, sorry. I─I didn't know..." He mumbles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You sigh and shake your head, "It's okay," You reassure, letting your hair splay around you on the pillow as you took a few moments to catch your breath. "It's not your fault."

Clayton nods and collapses beside you on his back, his head turning towards yours as he studies your side profile. "You tired?"

"Wrecked."

He scoffs in amusement at your response, his hands grabbing your waist as he pulls you against him. Your face buries into his chest, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Even after his dominance in bed, he really was just a sap underneath it all.

The two of you fell asleep that way, wrapped in each other's embrace.

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The sun gently rose, cascading a yellow hue over your eyes which stirred you awake with a groggy groan. You had a mild headache due to your excess amount of drinking last night, but you still remembered the events that played out.

When you sat up, there was no sign of Clayton anywhere. The sheets were crinkled beside you due to his figure laid there earlier, but now, he was gone.

To your side, on the bedside table, there was a yellow sticky note stuck to a vanilla scented candle.

"Had to leave for work. Stay if you want. ─ Clayton Beresford."

Clayton Beresford?

You just spent a night with the youngest billionaire in Manhattan?!

Due to being under the influence, you couldn't remember if he told you his name or not. It didn't matter anyways, this changed everything for you.

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literally virgin territory. sorry but that movie was so shit 😭

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WHINNY STEPHEN GLASS CRYING CAUSE HE NEVER HAD SOMEONE LOVE HIM LIKE READER DID.

And reader shows him with a make-out session and if you want to, you can put smut, but just fluff is perfectly fine!!

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ugh yes i'm in love. i did add some smut but it's completely pure!

STEPHEN GLASS X F!READER

SUMMARY: what the request said

WARNINGS: fluffy make out, piv, unprotected sex, cowgirl

WC: 835 (i'm counting this as a short fic)

You and Stephen have been dating for just a little over six months, and it was very much safe to say that you two were closer than ever. Inseparable, even. During the first few weeks of your relationship, Stephen thought you were only with him just for the sake of it. But as time went on, he began to realize you were in it for the long haul.

Around your apartment, you had these little antiques and trinkets that reminded you of the time you spent together. A memory shared between you both that no one would ever understand. The action was intimate─for sure, but you two were so madly in love with each other that it made sense to express it. Sometimes, you would even leave his house smelling like his cologne.

After working your nine to five job, you figured to go and surprise your loving boyfriend and potentially spend the night with him. He always left a spare key underneath his doormat, so it wasn't much of a challenge getting into his apartment.

Just as you were about to call out for him, you suddenly heard soft sobs coming from Stephen's bedroom. An eyebrow cocked at the newfound sound as you quietly tiptoed to his bedroom, looking through the small crack as the door was left somewhat open.

Stephen sat at the edge of his queen size bed, a polaroid picture held between in his slim fingers. That polaroid held a photo of the two of you on his birthday, celebrating with a cake and balloons in his apartment. His glasses were sat on the comforter of the bed, his hair slightly disheveled due to running his hands through it.

"Baby?" You call out quietly, letting the door creak open as you stood by the doorframe.

Stephen immediately wiped the tears from his eyes and threw the photo somewhere on the bed, settling his glasses back on his nose. "Uh... yes? I─um, what are you doing here?" He asks, clearly avoiding eye contact with you.

Your eyebrow raised at his nonchalance, a faint smile curving at the corner or your lips. "Wanted to see you after work," You explain, shrugging, "What were you doing?" Your question made Stephen gulp down, almost embarrassed you caught him crying like a baby.

The way he was staring at the photo was like he was mourning a death, which made your heart swell even more.

He bit down on his bottom lip as a nervous habit, his fingers drumming against his thighs as he quickly tried to make up a poor excuse. Though nothing came to his mind, which earned a chuckle from you.

Pushing yourself away from the doorframe and entering the room, Stephen finally gathered enough courage to meet your gaze. His icy blue irises were soft and needy, his cheeks a faint tint of pink and his plump pink lips.

"I just... don't understand." He finally spoke, a sigh leaving his slightly parted lips.

"Don't understand what?" Your head tilts to the side, plopping yourself down beside him on the mattress.

"Why you love me."

Oh.

Stephen had always been quite insecure, figuring you'd be better off with someone who wasn't so emotional and clingy. Which was why he often needed reassurance, and luckily, you had no problems with complying.

It took a few moments to figure out a solution that would get him to believe you, but when you did, it was perfect.

"Well, how about I show you instead?" You ask with a soft smile.

Stephen was somewhat hesitant at first, but he knew he could trust you. He slowly nodded and waited for your next move.

When your lips made contact with his, he felt lost and unsure how to react. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he just settled them awkwardly on your hips.

As the kiss slowly grew into a make out, you smiled against his lips and gently pushed him down onto the mattress, letting his back rest comfortably against the duvet.

Soon enough, both of your clothes were discarded somewhere on the floor and you two were left completely bare. You slowly aligned his tip with your pussy then carefully sunk down, earning a whiny whimper from Stephen.

"Oh, god," He whispers breathlessly, his hands tightly gripping on your thighs.

Once you began rocking your hips against his, your movements slow and deliberate, the sounds of moans and whimpers filled the bedroom like ecstasy.

It wasn't long until he began finished inside of you, due to being slightly embarrassed by his submissiveness. You collapsed on his chest with a heavy sigh, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

Stephen was left there weak, exhausted and vulnerable. His cheeks were flushed and had sweat beads sticking to his forehead.

After a few moments of collecting your composure, you finally spoke. "Believe me now?"

He immediately nodded his head, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, yeah, I believe you."

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ANYONE. literally ANYONE put a request in for any Hayden character. i have like no ideas for anything. it can be a fic, drabble, headcanon or even a mini series to start.

i just really need some ideas 😔

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Luke Ryder x f!reader

summary: Luke fucks you while the shadows are watching. warnings: cursing, small praise, piv, unprotected sex, pussy eating, cum, pet names (sweetheart), mentions of movie plot and a very, very kinky Luke.

"Fuck!" He grunts, having you laid down on the makeshift bed with your legs spread widely for him. Luke was currently thrusting in and out of you ruthlessly, the sounds of skin slapping against skin egging on his arousal.

If it weren't for the poorly working generator, the shadows would've taken you two long ago. But, no, here he was, fucking you in front of the shadows hidden deep beneath the dark corners.

Luke's head dips into the crook of your neck, his hands splayed beside your head to hold himself upright. Hearing your whiny whimper, a smirk curves at his lips. "Yeah? You like that, huh? Having the shadows watch me fuck you until you forget your own name?"

Hearing the tease in his voice, just brings you further to coating his dick white.

Most people would be fighting for survival and staying near the light in this situation of the world supposedly coming to an end. The Vanishing was definitely no joke, and you and Luke both knew that. Though, that didn't prevent your physical need for each other.

Luke's movements start to become more harder and deeper─completely destroying your sensitive hole. It was clear he was reaching his climax, and so were you.

Soon enough, he shoots his hot seed straight into you with a heavy groan before collapsing on top of you. His face buries into your cleavage, not bothering to pull out just yet as he focused on coming down from his high.

You were left a whimpering mess, your chest heaving. When Luke pulled himself out of you with a shiver, he began leaving kisses all over your bare body. Starting from your breasts, to your stomach then settling himself between your thighs.

He threw your legs over his shoulders before taking a long lick of your puffy and sensitive clit. Surprisingly, you were still as wet as ever. If not, even more than before.

"Luke," You whisper breathlessly, gripping onto his dirty blond lochs.

That was the push he needed.

It was small and barely anything, but it was enough for Luke.

Luke immediately dived straight into your pussy, sucking and licking on your bundle of nerves. "C'mon, sweetheart," He praises gently between a suck on your nub, "Cum on my tongue for me."

Luke's head was buried deep between your thighs, his eyes fluttered shut as if he was trying to savor the moment. Your scent, your taste─

With one last final suck, you finally reached your breaking point and completely unraveled all over his tongue.

He chuckles as he pulls away and sits himself on his knees, causing your legs to fall from his shoulders. He wipes his mouth and the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, breathing heavily as he stared down at your figure. "Not bad." He mutters to himself with a cocky smirk at the sticky residue on his hand, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss.

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was craving sammy today so i made this lazy drabble 😖

Sam Monroe x f!reader

summary: Sam's labret piercing keeps getting in the way during your make out. warnings: make out but the rest is somewhat fluff.

"Ow─ Sammy!" You huff, pulling away from the make out as his lip piercing keeps latching to your skin.

Sam was very dominant with you and liked taking control, which was the reason he left you to kiss his bottom lip while he greedily sucked on your top lip.

Sam chuckles and shakes his head, firmly gripping your hips to keep you from squirming too much while straddling his lap. "C'mon, that's like the third time. Sure you aren't being dramatic?" He playfully asks, brushing some hair out of your face and behind your ears.

With a scoff and roll of your eyes, you shook your head defensively. "No," The soft mumble came from your pouted lips, "Your stupid labret piercing keeps scratching me!"

Sam rolls his eyes at your attitude and defensive tone, knowing you weren't going to kiss him again without a solution. "Tsk... fine. You take my top lip while I take your bottom." Granting you the access to be in control, which was a one in a lifetime opportunity with Sam─he was far too greedy to pay attention to what you wanted. But if it was really bothering you, he'd cave. "Sound good?"

Your earlier grumpy attitude immediately washes away, nodding your head before diving straight in for his top lip. Your arms wrap around Sam's neck while his latches to your waist─keeping you positioned comfortably on his lap.

He had no problems with you being hungry for his kisses, but this was definitely the last time he'd let you take the top.

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James Kelly x pregnant!f!reader

summary: Decorating your dull, lifeless shared house pink behind James' back. warnings: Nothing but pure fluff!

When James unlocks the door to your small, shared two-story home, he was first met with light pink furniture standing out in the dull, modern front foyer. His eyes widens at the sight─pink photo frames which used to be brown, white vases stuffed with flowers which were now a baby pink and a pink timbered shoe rack which was once a light brown. He knew your obsession with pink, but this was definitely too far.

A few weeks earlier, James had granted you the access to decorating very few places however you desired. Your shared bedroom, the bathroom and even the wardrobe. Of course, you painted and changed the furniture to pink, but he didn't expect to try and take over the whole house.

"The fuck?.." He mutters like he was going crazy and possibly just seeing things, blinking slowly to see if it was actually real or just his imagination. And when the pink didn't go away from his piercing blue irises, he rubs the back of his neck and hesitantly calls out for you.

"Uh... babe?" He hadn't even fully stepped in the house yet, just too dumbfounded at the new sudden changes.

After a few moments, he hears your sickeningly sweet voice, "Yeah?"

"Can you come here a sec?" He calls out again, hearing the quiet waddles of your feet against the floor as you entered the entryway.

You were first met with a very, very confused James. He looked scared─even. Like he was being set up for some sick and twisted joke. He always thought pink was too feminine for his liking, and he'd much rather a dark, navy blue. But, James was a very, very weak man for you. Especially since you were holding his child.

You chuckled at his expression, your head tilting. "What's wrong, Jamie?" Your question was filled with innocence, which he knew you were messing with him on purpose.

James clicks his teeth with his tongue, hesitantly stepping fully into the house and letting the door shut behind him. "So, what's up with the pink?" He finally asks what's been bothering his mind, his index finger coming up to point at the new additions to the front hallway.

"Well, the foyer looked a little dead. So, I did what any other person would do and brought it back to life!" You explained happily with a wide smile, shrugging your shoulders and placing your hands on your hips.

He nodded his head along as you explained your reasoning─a quite unreasonable and unrealistic one at that. "And you chose pink?"

"Well, yeah... you're the one who told me I could decorate the house pink if I wanted." You murmured, shifting on your slightly swollen feet.

James sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as you used his own words against him. "Yeah, I did say that, didn't I?" He mumbled, almost to himself.

He took another deep breath in and looked back at the new pink furniture. This was definitely something he would have to get used to. But if it made you happy, it made him happy.

"Well, it looks great, sweetheart." He just accepted his defeat and approached you, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You smiled proudly at his appreciation, leaning into his gentle kisses. "Thanks, Jamie,"

James brought his tattooed hand to your growing belly, rubbing the round surface with the pad of his thumb. "You been holdin' up okay?" He asks as he moves to stand behind you, his chin resting at the top of your head while he stares at the new furniture and takes it all in.

"Mhm," You nodded, your back pressing to his chest. "More than okay."

James smiled and continued massaging your belly, his eyes never leaving the entryway. "Damn." Was all he muttered underneath his breath, the baby pink completely bringing the lifeless foyer back to life.

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