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[bloatedandalone04]

The Night has Just Begun

➪the one where you and hayden make a sex tape.

Warnings: sex tape obvi, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral (m receiving), swearing, think that might be it..

Word Count: 3.2k

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The way Hayden looks with short hair never fails to drive you crazy. 

He had just finished filming Vanishing on 7th Street, and you would’ve been upset about his character’s end in that movie if he didn’t look so damn good in it. He had cut his hair short for this movie, and he got to act like a dick for most of it, and the contrast of that to his usual kind and friendly behavior had you going a bit feral. 

In celebration of the film being completed, he suggested a night at a nice hotel before going back to your house and settling back down after the chaos that occurs on set during the process of making a movie. You agreed, of course, then presented the idea of perhaps filming some behind the scenes stuff at the hotel, and he was all on board. 

Hayden was sitting at the bottom of the bed when you entered the room, and you looked to the right to see the camera and smirked a bit as you closed and locked the door behind you. 

His jacket was tossed onto the chair in the corner of the room, leaving him in just a white tee and jeans, and the simple yet extremely attractive outfit had you biting down on your lip as you paused a few feet away from him. 

You knew you were in frame now, and Hayden knew it, too, as he gave you a small smirk and beckoned you over to him, “Come here,” he softly demanded, but you just stood still with a mischievous glint in your eyes as you began to shrug off your jacket. “Come here, baby.” He tried again, and you gave in.

Walking over to him, you were a few feet away when he wrapped one hand around the back of your thigh as his other one gently grabbed your wrist and halted your action of ridding yourself of your jacket. 

“That’s my job,” he murmured as he pulled you to stand in between his legs and dropped your wrist in order to push the fabric from your shoulders. 

Heat takes over your entire body as you slide your hands up his arms as his slide down the backs of your thighs. “Oh, right,” you say as he leans down to begin placing kisses down the front of your shirt. “I was getting ahead of myself.”

Hayden hummed as he grinned up at you before sliding his hands further down to press against the backs of your knees, making you fall forward a bit. You settle on his lap as a blush takes over your face, and you hide your head in the crevice of his neck. “What?” He laughed quietly. “Why are you hiding?”

You huff and lift your head again, glancing off to the right and looking into the camera lens before returning your gaze to him. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” You confessed, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you shifted on top of him. “I’m nervous.”

“It’s okay,” Hayden nodded in understanding as he leaned in and placed an open mouthed kiss to the base of your throat before looking at the camera as well. “Me too.”

He sure as fuck didn’t look nervous to do this. He looked ready, prepared to get you off in all the ways he’s done before, but this time on film. 

“We don’t have to,” he said quietly. “I can turn it off-”

“I want to do this,” you mumble and bite down on your lip. “But what if someone sees it?”

Hayden smirked a bit, “Well, then they’re in for quite the show,” he teased then softened his gaze as he grabbed your hips. “I promise, no one other than you and I will see it. It’s just for us. It’s just us.”

That was really all the reassurance you needed to forget about the camera and instead focus on the achingly beautiful man beneath you. “Just us,” you say back and close your eyes as he leaned in and kissed along your neck. 

His hands grip your waist tightly as he moves your body so you’re straddling his right thigh. “Just us. I’m not letting anyone else see you like this,” he promised. “It’s all for me. Now ride my thigh.”

Your eyes open at that, and you nearly moan at the look he was giving you. “Okay,” you easily give in as you slowly start to rub your core against his thigh. You actually moan as he bends his leg more and gives you a firmer surface to grind on. “Hayden.”

His hands help guide your movements, and you slowly build up the pace as your fingers tangle in the hair on the back of his neck. “Does it feel good?” He asked, but you both knew he was well aware of the answer to that question. 

Still, you’d always give in to him. “Yes,” you whimpered as he took full control of the way your body moved on top of his. The fabric of his jeans was rough and created the perfect feeling against your core, making you whimper softly. “It feels so good, Hayden.”

He smiled lovingly up at you, still finding the dirtiest act romantic and intimate in the best way possible. Hayden leaned in and pressed his mouth to your neck and shoulders, kissing and sucking on your soft skin as you worked yourself against his thigh. 

“More,” you feebly whined as you helplessly clenched around nothing. “I need more, Hayden.”

He hushed you with his mouth, his lips meeting yours in a deep kiss. “I know,” he rasped, kissing his way up your jaw until he found the skin under your ear. “I know, baby, you’ll get more. We’ve only just started, you’re going to get so much more after you get yourself off on me.”

His words were filthy and only for you as he kept this side of himself very well hidden to everyone else. You weren’t even registering the camera capturing your sinful actions as you rubbed yourself harder against him, your hands grasping for anything to hold onto as he guided your movements. 

The stimulation on your clit was making your eyesight blur slightly, and your release was creeping closer and closer with each drag of your hips. Hayden never failed to get you off easily the first time around, when the night was just beginning, and it really didn’t take much. 

Just the fact that the man who is gripping your body so tightly right now and working you into a whiney mess for him is all yours was enough to have your body jerking as you come on his thigh and bury your face against his neck. 

Hayden releases your hips in order to let you ride out your high in much slower movements, and when you lift your head again with a lazy smile painted on your lips, he was powerless to stop his own from forming. “Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded and pressed a final, deep kiss to his lips before getting up and grabbing the camera with shaky hands. 

“My turn,” you grin as you hand it to him and sink to your knees between his legs. You run your hands up his thighs before popping open the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down. Hayden lifted his hips and allowed you to push the fabric down his legs before sitting back down and pointing the camera at you. 

Despite your current position on your knees in front of him, you give him a shy smile then kiss him through his tight boxer briefs. His breath hitched in his throat as you licked a damp spot along his length before tugging that material down, too, and tossing it aside without a care. 

Then you were taking him into your mouth and sucking him expertly. You started off slowly, then increased the pace with each bob of your head, and suddenly Hayden was having a very hard time keeping the camera still, despite him holding one countless times now. 

This was probably the dirtiest thing he had ever done. He liked to have you all to himself like this, and while he loved to show you off at premieres or date nights, this was completely new to him. 

While he’s been on camera for all of his career, you hadn’t, so to see you right now through the LCD screen felt surreal and filthy and unlike anything he’s ever felt. “Look at you,” he grunted as you took him deeper than before and encouraged him to grab your hair with his free hand. “You look so pretty like this.”

You blush and use one of your hands to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand tightly grips his thigh as a form of stability as you let his girth destroy the back of your throat. 

Hayden cursed under his breath as he adjusted the camera and leaned back. “You should’ve been an actress, baby,” he mumbled as his hand pulled on your hair and made your head lift a bit to show off his spit covered dick. “The camera loves you.”

You blush more and roll your eyes as you remove him from your mouth and stroke him quickly. “Not nearly as much as it loves you,” you mutter and poke your tongue out to lick his throbbing tip.

He moaned and released your hair so he could softly caress your jaw. “I don’t know, sweet girl,” he grunted. “You’re looking pretty good from my perspective.”

You smile and kiss up the side of his length. “You’re only saying that because you want me to be in a movie with you,”

That was true. He’d been begging you for years now to play a part in one of the movies he and his brother worked on, but you always give him the same response of ‘the camera not being your friend and making you look terrible’ which was total bullshit since he is seeing how perfect you look on camera right now. 

“This is definitely not helping with that. If only you could see how fucking pretty you look right now,” he groaned as you swiped your thumb along his tip. You repeated that action with every stroke of your hand, and sped up the pace when you saw his hips jerk. “I’m gonna come.” He warned and gently stilled your movements by wrapping his hand around your wrist. 

“Good, I want you to,” you say and move your face closer to his wet and pulsing cock. “On my tongue.”

That sounded nothing short of amazing, but he is really worked up at the moment and wasn’t sure how long he would last later if he were to come right now. “But I want to come in you,”

You whine as he pulls you to stand up and away from his spit coated dick. Leaning down, you kiss him deeply as his hand runs up your back, taking your shirt with him before pulling your body closer to his. Straddling his lap again, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as  he holds you against his chest and sets the camera aside in order to flip you over so you’re on your back. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you lean your head back as he peppers kisses all along your neck and shoulders before tugging your shirt off and dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. He then snaked his hands behind you and fumbled around with the clasp of your bra, and you looked over to see that the lens was pointed at you. Before you could grab it, Hayden tore the lacy fabric away from your body and picked up the camera. 

You blush deeply as you were almost completely exposed on film now, but you didn’t have time to feel self conscious as Hayden grunts, “Look how pretty you are,” it was more to himself, but since it was just the two of you in the quiet room, you heard him clear as day. “You’re so fucking pretty.” 

“Hayden,” you whimper softly and reach over to trail your hand up his bare thigh. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

He smirks at you as he sets the camera down further up the bed so both you and him are in frame. “I will,” he promised as he kissed down your bare chest before he reached the top of your leggings. He pulled them down, as well as your panties, as he added, “Just had to compliment my girl first.”

You blush even more as he tugs his shirt off and drops it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor.  “Such a gentleman,” you say back then moan when he leaned down to kiss your neck as he ran his tip along your folds.  “Oh, God, I need you.”

He grinned at you before sinking into your warm and inviting core. Your previous orgasm made it very easy for him to bottom out completely after just two thrusts, and the relieved moans that left both yours and Hayden’s mouths sounded like something straight out of a porno. They kind of were, given the current circumstances. 

Your body was on fire and your whines got louder with each drag of his hips, you could barely think straight as you reached behind you to grab the camera with numb fingers. To have such a private and intimate moment be filmed felt dirty and sinful, but it also felt exciting and hot and you both knew that no one else would ever see it, so why hold back?

Not used to holding a camera, and definitely not used to filming something while being railed, you weren’t sure how well you were capturing the whole scene. You could barely see through the LCD screen as you pointed it downwards and filmed his slick-covered cock as it disappeared inside of you. 

Then you angle it upwards and capture just how beautiful Hayden looked like this. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was slightly open as deep groans left his lips, and when he glanced up and saw that you were filming him, he gave the camera a smug smile that nearly had you dropping it. “Fuck,” you whimper as you wrap your legs tightly around his waist and kept the camera on his face. “You’re so hot, Hayden, fuck, you can’t look at me like that.”

He laughed, and it sounded more deep than usual, and that really did not help your case as it had you clenching tightly around him. Hayden could barely pull out as you were impossibly tight, but it just made the pleasure you were both feeling intensify. 

“I always look at you like this,” he managed to mutter, and you just shake your head as you reach up with your free hand and grab onto his hair.

Each thrust had your body inching further up the bed, and you had to tighten your hold on him to keep his body connected to yours. “Tell me you’re mine,” you requested in a breathless tone. 

Hayden was fucking you so hard, you barely had any control over your words right now. It was clear that he was also losing himself in you as he lifted his head and smirked down at you. “You feeling possessive, baby?” He teased. “Do you really think someone else will get to see me like this? Get to have me like this?” 

His words send heat waves through you, and you arch your back as you set the camera aside in order to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “No,” you answer in a whisper. “No, but I want to hear you say that you’re mine…all mine.”

The camera was still capturing everything as Hayden pressed a searing kiss to your lips and braced himself on his elbows at either side of your head. “I’m yours, baby,” he promised, kissing you again afterwards. “All fucking yours.”

You moan loudly as he pulls away and sits back on his knees. He grabs the camera and resumes fucking into you, but this time he’s the one filming it. One hand grips your hip as the other holds the camera above your body, and his point of view allowed nearly the entire thing to be captured. 

You were so worked up, you weren’t even paying attention to it as you stared down at where you connected. “Fuck,” you whimpered when the thumb of the hand that was on your waist moved to rub harsh circles onto your swollen and throbbing clit. “I’m going to come again.” 

Hayden hummed as he kept the camera focused on himself sliding in and out of you while he looked above it, his dark eyes narrowed at your fucked out expression. “I want you to,”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to yet,” you whine, making him laugh quietly. “I don’t want this to be over yet.”

Hayden tilts the camera up towards your face. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” he cooed, holding off his own release. He’s shamelessly been close since the second you started going down on him, so he wasn’t going to last much longer either. “We can make another one. Fuck...we can make as many videos as you want, but right now I need you to come for me.”

You moan softly then arch your back as your second orgasm washes over you and makes you see black spots for a few seconds. You blindly reach for his hand and tangle your fingers with his as he fucks you through your high, and the extra warmth and wetness triggers his own. Deep grunts left his mouth as he slowly fucked you through his own high, knowing how sensitive you had to be at this point and not wanting to overstimulate you too much.

He had to grip onto the camera tightly so he didn’t drop it, and he focused back down at your dripping core as he slowly pulled out. You were shaking as he gently pulled his hand from yours and fucked his release back into you with his fingers, quiet groans escaping his throat at the way your walls eagerly took his seed. 

Tossing the camera aside, Hayden leans back down and hovers over you again as he presses kiss after kiss to your puffy lips, and you moan softly as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured and trailed kisses all over your face. 

You laugh and glance over at the still rolling camera with tired eyes. “I can’t wait to watch that as our foreplay for next time,”

Hayden hummed in disapproval as he shook his head and turned it off, setting it on the nightstand afterwards and pulling you into his arms. “I can’t do that, I’ll come before I even get to touch you,” he said and you could tell he was serious, even with the hint of humor in his voice. 

“Okay, maybe we’ll just watch me riding your thigh and me sucking you off before acting out the good stuff that comes after it,” you offer and he nods with a lazy smile on his lips. 

“I love you,” he mumbles and guides your bodies further up the bed so you’re laying on the pillows. 

“I love you, too,” you say back as you rest your head against his sweaty chest, a flicker of excitement in your eyes as you glance over at the camera. This definitely wouldn’t be the only video you and he make together.

[taylorswiftsfavouritedaughter]

Honestly, if you're stuck in an arranged marriage with clayton, he would definitely act cold towards you and acts like as if you're not even living in his mansion with him.

However, when you snuck out from the mansion to go out with your friends, he would still doesn't notice about it because he has got so much paperworks to do.

When you're finally gone from the mansion, he was trying to get some snacks from the kitchen and when he doesn't find you anywhere, he would go CRAZY.

He would try to call you multiple times, he would even try to track your locations, he would asks the maid, he would ask your parents, friends and he even tries to report to the police station.

Clayton would never admit that he's in love with you in the arranged marriage because he thinks that he would never find his true love. (Let's just say that you're the complete opposite from him).

When he saw that your location's still on, he would get into his car and drives to your location.

Then, he arrived at your location. He saw you talking with your friends at the bar and when you don't wanna go back to the mansion with him, he tries to reassure you and comforts you.

BUT when you still refuse to go with him, he'd pick you up in front of everyone and places you inside his car and he drove away.

Eventually, he apologized for everything and wants to make you feel better and wants to make you feel loved.

So, clayton brings you right up to his bedroom and he "tries" to fuck you gently and softly. (he failed)

[slutforfinnickodair]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞..

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩! (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟐𝟒, 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝟒𝟑), 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭!)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ����𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋! 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑 @angelst4re <𝟑𝟑𝟑

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“So? How was your ‘date’?” One of your colleagues called Ashley asked as you kept pouring yourself the poor coffee that was made in the office.

“Horrible.” You muttered while leaning against one of those desks. “I mean, we talked, argued, screamed at the other and then I left.” You took off your glasses and stared at her lazily.

“Well, he was a dick anyways.” She stated while you widened your eyes, giggling as one of the kids from the lower classes ran by the door, straight to the next class that was next room.

“Quiet, I don’t want them to hear such things.” You said while smiling slightly.

“How about Belle? Is she okay?”

“Don’t even get me started.”

“Come on. Tell me. I don’t have any classes left.”

“But I do.” You said while Ashley took you by the arms and pulled you back into the office.

“You have language. Fourth period. It’s only the second yet.”

“Fine.” You muttered while sitting down with her by her own table.

“She’s doing fine right now, though I called some of those girls' parents in to make sure that they knew what their children were doing.”

“Do you know why they did that? I mean she is the sweetest kid in that class. There’s only one girl who likes her.”

“I think the source is her parents.” You sighed while stirring your coffee, even the smell making you flinch.

“I never saw any of them picking her up yet. Who are they?”

“Oh my god your husband is obsessed with Star Wars and you don’t know who Belle’s father is?” You asked while realization settled down on her face.

“You are not for real right now.”

“And her mother?”

“Well she lives in Los Angeles so..” You swallowed. “She spends most of her time with her dad.”

“He has a chokehold on me. Don’t tell this to Jeremy.”

“I won’t.” You laughed softly. 

Ashley eyed you for a second before she started talking.

“He’s still single isn’t he?”

“Ashley!” You exclaimed while trying to keep in your giggles.

“What? I’m just trying to point out the best things.”

“He’s forty three.”

“Hmm how well educated you are.” She smirked while you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you kept stirring the black liquid.

“You are keeping something away from me aren’t you?” She asked while you tilted your head, licking your lips.

Oh how you still wished it were his lips laying on yours, lapping for a taste.

“Nothing.” 

Maybe you kissed once, but it meant nothing. He probably had many different hookups and you were only one of the girls who had a chance to accidentally be stuck in an elevator with him.

—

“Mr Christensen?” Your voice dripped with seriousness as you placed the phone between your shoulder and head, scribbling over some papers as you waited for his response.

“Yes?” The deep voice rang through your nerves as the pen between your fingers started to become more productive over the piece of paper.

“I would like to settle down for a talk with you. Hopefully on Friday. Anytime it’s good for you.”

“What would it be about?”

“Your daughter. What else?”

“I thought you wanted to talk about last week.”

“What exactly happened last week Mr Christensen?” 

You heard a deep chuckle come from the other side of the line.

“See you later.”

—

You sat in your office on a Friday afternoon while the screen of your laptop in front of your eyes made you tired. 

But the screen or the light wasn’t what made you feel anxious.

Ever since your call with Hayden, you’ve been playing with your fingers, readjusting your clothes or even brushing your fingers through your hair. Though you didn’t invite him into your office to talk about yourselves, it felt like you did.

You missed the way his lips felt on yours. Soft, plump and irresistible. The way his hands slid down from your waist to grasp into the soft skin of your thighs, to pick you up and push you against the wall of the screwed up elevator.

If maybe it didn’t start working again all of the sudden, maybe you would have let him to even fuck you in that little space. 

Of course it wasn’t like the whole set of female teachers in the school you were teaching weren't turning their heads when he stopped to pick up Belle. Or didn’t talk about him between breaks.

You could hear everything. Not that you felt jealous, because you had no reason to. You never were the type to feel jealous about a person.

And he didn’t even know anything about you.

You sighed while taking off your glasses and rubbing your eyes slightly not to mess up your mascara. 

You should never feel like this about one of your student’s caregivers, but the feeling again of having him all to yourself was making you feral.

Your feet shifted uncomfortably in your heels, making you sit up from the chair and walk towards the cabinet that you had in your office.

Just then a knock was heard.

You widen your eyes before rushing back to your desk and placing your glasses back on your nose before answering.

“Come on in!” Your voice was stable as you shifted in your seat, waiting for the door to open.

As it did, you saw Hayden enter. He was dressed up casually, nothing extreme. He was wearing jeans with a white top and a leather jacket hanging on his shoulders. His hair was tousled, the soft blonde locks being enlightened by the soft light coming through the windows.

“Miss Y/N/L.” He greeted you while you smiled at him the best you could and stood up to shake hands with him.

Even his hands felt so warm and soft that the feeling sent a wave of nervousness down to your stomach.

“Sit down please.” You said while sitting back into your chair.

He sat down across from you, waiting for you to start speaking. He slightly stirred in his seat as he looked into your eyes directly. 

You cleared your throat before beginning to speak.

“First of all I’m really sorry for what happened with Belle. I don’t even know how to express how deeply I feel for her. I called you in because I needed to know if she talked with you about anything that happened, because since the incident happened I haven’t really seen her.” The calm look on his face made you feel easier to speak, because let’s be honest it’s always easier to speak with someone who can be understanding and not screaming off your head after every sentence you make.

“No.” He shook his head. “Not really. She mentioned that they were playing hide and seek and then suddenly someone cut her hair off. She didn’t see who it was because apparently that someone ran off and she didn’t feel the cut.” Hayden said while you bit the inside of your cheek.

“I would totally understand if you’d like to change schools after what happened. But I can assure you that one of the apparent groups of girls that planned to do this was expelled. I sent a letter to the ministry. So due to her earlier behavior and to this they decided that it would be the best if she got kicked out. There were still some girls there but they didn’t want to speak up.” Your lips pressed into a tight line as you watched him react to your words.

He was still calm. But you could sense the tension in the air still.

“Thank you.” He said. 

You maybe expected something better as a response, but you already got used to short replies from many parents.

“Okay well..” You stood up again. “It was nice to talk with you then.” You flashed him a smile before he stood up too.

He smirked before turning away from you.

You knitted your brows together before shaking your head and leading him to the door. 

“You don’t want to talk about it, I feel like.” He started while you looked up at his tall frame.

“Talk about what exactly?” Your eyes shined with curiosity.

“I think you know exactly what I mean, Y/N.” 

It was weird that he used your first name, no one ever did that. But from him it sounded like an angel was calling your name. Your mind wandered to thousands of different places while you felt yourself getting aroused.

You had enough for a month of acting like this towards someone you wanted to be with. You didn’t know if he felt the same, but you wanted him either way.

So with that you stepped forward and got on your tiptoes before pressing a soft kiss down on his lips.

The feeling was surreal. Like you got a taste straight out of heaven. You pulled away slightly as you saw confusion set on his face turning into need. He pressed his lips against yours now, shrugging his jacket down from his arms while picking you up with the slightest force.

You gasped a little as he grabbed into your thighs, your hands on his shoulders as you licked along his lower lip. His hands softly kneaded the skin of your inner thighs while you moaned at the feeling, making him enter his tongue into your mouth. 

You felt the edge of your desk press into your back while you reached behind yourself, knocking off a jar of pens and pencils with hundreds of paper sheets. You tried grinding your hips against him, moaning again once he squeezed your skin and laid you down on the table. 

Your hands went to his back, grasping at the fabric. His lips traced a line down from your lips to your jawline and then down to your neck.

You tilted your head backwards a little for him to have easier access. It didn’t take him long to find your sweet spot. He started licking and biting along the skin as filthy sounds left your lips.

Your office wasn’t soundproof, but you couldn’t care less when he was on top of you. You felt like exploding while his hands ran down to undo the buttons of your blouse, revealing your white lacy bra.

“Arch your back Sweetheart.” He murmured and you did so, slipping his hand up the fabric on your back while undoing your bra clip with ease.

Hm, experienced. You thought to yourself.

He pressed down hot, wet kisses down on your breasts as he tossed your bra somewhere in your office.

One of your already hardened nipples got caught by his warm mouth as he sucked on the little bud making you moan again and tilt your head back into the table.

He was playing with your other breast while you reached for his belt, brushing your hand once against his crotch before sliding the zipper down on his pants.

He let out a groan which caused a vibration to go down your spine. He pulled away from your right breasts to attack the other one, making you arch your back slightly. You could easily feel how hard he was getting with your hand in his pants already.

He then pulled away from your chest and slid your skirt off easily, showing off your panties that were barely covering anything.

“Do you wear something like this to school?” He chuckled while you rolled your eyes. 

“I don’t think there’s anyone who would look under my skirt.” You said while looking up at the ceiling.

“Surely..” He whispered before undoing his belt and getting his dick out of his underwear. You didn’t even look at him, not wanting to be freaked out or anything.

Of course you had many nights with guys other than your ex boyfriend, but since you didn’t have a good fuck for at least two years now you were aching for him to be inside of you finally.

He softly pressed two fingers against the fabric, rubbing them from your slit up to your sweet little clit. You gasped softly while closing your eyes and getting lost in the feeling. 

You then felt his head rubbing along your panties while you secure your legs along his waist.

“You sure you want this?” He asked while you leant up on your elbows, watching him. Your eyes widened at his size, gulping and looking up at him with a nod.

“Take off those panties.” He said while you smirked.

“Why don’t you take them off?” You teased.

“If I take them off I will rip them off. If you don’t want to walk around without any underwear I suggest you take them off.” His voice was dripping with desire and you rather stayed in place watching him.

He arched a brow.

“Okay Sweetheart you choose it this way.” He whispered before completely tearing the fabric away.

You gasped as the sudden wind hit your pussy, wanting to press your thighs together.

“Young thing.” He tilted his head, but before you could make a comment he pressed his pointer down where your wetness was collecting, bringing it up to your clit.

“Fuck.” You said while watching him working his finger on your sensitive bud.

He rubbed his finger along, slightly, teasing. Then he simply spat on it, smearing the drool all over while you let out a loud moan. 

“Hayden.” You reached for his hand while he pushed you down on the table, hand sneaking up to press on your chest. 

You mewled while he worked his fingers on your clit, sucking his fingers once he was done.  

“You ready?” He asked while you nodded your head frequently, squirming as you felt his warm pre-cum leaking onto your pussy.

His head slipped down to your heat, then up again, teasing your slit while smirking.

Then he pushed his tip in.

You swore you could see stars.

“Fuck Darling this pussy of yours is really tight.” He chuckled. “If I didn't know better I would think you are a virgin.” His hand went down to play with your pussy while he pushed himself entirely into you.

“Fuck.” You said in unison, your head lifted up to see where the two of you were connected.

He started rocking his hips into your slightly as you trailed your hands up to his biceps, squeezing at his flesh while he leant on top of you, holding himself up by your sides. 

You leant yourself up to kiss him, arms wrapping around his neck. 

It was a shame that you already felt your stomach tightening with that little bubble of pleasure building in your tummy.

“Fuck me.” You whispered while he kissed you, increasing his pace.

“Yeah you want me like this?” He grinned while you nodded your head, arching your back.

“Answer me Doll.” He said while wrapping one of his hands around your throat.

Your eyes were rolling back into your head as he fucked you hard against the table, making you loose all of your self confidence.

“Yes, Hayden please!” You cried while he sighed, going even faster.

“Oh my god.” He said while he looked down at you, the signs of real pleasure were all over your face.

He didn’t even need you to announce that you were already coming down on his dick because he could feel your velvety falls squeezing his hard cock.

“You want to come?” He asked while you nodded your head, moaning as he started rubbing your pussy again.

“Oh I’m coming.” You said while grabbing into his back, your finely manicured nails pressing into his skin.

“Fuck Sweetheart.” He groaned while you screamed as he fucked you through your orgasm.  

“Come inside of me.” You said suddenly breathless.

“Yes? You want to feel me?” He asked while pressing into you softly.

You squirmed. 

“Yes!” You gasped as he picked up his pace again, the overstimulation giving in again.

“I’m close.” He murmured while you looked up at his gorgeous face. His lips were parted, sounds that made you clench around his member left his mouth.

“Y/N” He sighed while you moaned at him hitting all the right spots again. 

“Oh, I’m coming.” He said one last time before you felt him coming deep inside you, hot spurts of white semen filling your insides.

He pulled out gently and pushed himself back to his briefs while you lay on your desk, catching your breath.

“Don’t worry, doll.” He chuckled. “There will be plenty time for you to do that after I’m done with you.”

[anakinstwinklebunny]

baby daddy stephen glass headcannons PLEASEE 💔💔

DAD!STEPHEN GLASS HEADCANONS

Author's note: not me actually writing for the first time Stephen glass headcanons..love you ariiiiii, hope you like it ;)

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort.

Stephen Glass who becomes hyper-attentive during your pregnancy. He checks in every few minutes—literally—asking, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Whether it’s grabbing your favorite snack, fluffing your pillows, or reminding you to rest, he’s all in. It’s both adorable and just a bit exhausting, but you know it’s coming from a place of love and nervous excitement.

Stephen Glass who loves cuddling up to your belly. Any chance he gets, he’s there—head resting softly against your bump, talking to the baby like they’re already having full conversations. So whenever you’re watching TV or lying down, Stephen’s favorite spot is curled up beside you with his head resting lightly on your belly, one arm draped protectively over you. You’ll laugh and remind him again, “The baby’s not going anywhere, Stephen,” and he’ll just smile, “I know… but it’s nice being close.” but he’ll stay there, nuzzling your belly with a goofy, contented smile because there's something so precious and peaceful in finding the comfort he's searching for in your growing body

Stephen Glass who's Favorite Thing are baby kicks - The first time he feels the baby kick, he freaks out—in the best way possible. His eyes go wide, and he stares at you like it’s the most magical thing he’s ever experienced. After that, every time the baby moves, he’s right there, placing his hand on your belly, waiting for the next kick with a childlike sense of wonder.

Stephen Glass who doesn’t mind getting up in the middle of the night if you’re feeling uncomfortable or craving something strange. He’s the type to stumble into the kitchen at 2 AM to find pickles or ice cream, coming back with snacks and extra blankets to make sure you’re cozy. But would immediately fall back asleep after giving it to you, snuggled to the pillow or just having an arm over his face

Stephen Glass who, yes, is a whimpering mess sometimes but he can be a hell of a dom;

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he fought to hold back his orgasm. “You’re so tight… God, I can’t get enough of you..”

You whimpered at the fullness, he was everything a girl could want. Thick. Long. Your hands gripped his shoulders, digging your freshly made nails to his skin.

Stephen knew you sometimes liked having sex that was nothing but slow and sweet, but since you got pregnant and your hormones were all over the place, he loved delivering to you the rough, fast treatment, treating you like a little needy thing - because in reality, that's what you were at the moment. Nothing but a needy little thing, all his to destroy

he started to move, slow and deep at first, each thrust pushing you further into the mattress "Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with everything that built inside of him “Taking me so well even though you carry my child..You were made for this. Made for me.”

His words sent a wave of heat through you, your body responding to every command he made, every thrust driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could barely think, could barely breathe, your mind clouded with the overwhelming sensation of him inside you, stretching you so deliciously

“You want it harder, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

Dearest heavens above..

He didn’t wait for an answer, his hands sliding down to grip your plush ass, lifting your hips to meet his so effortlessly to thrust into you with a new, almost brutal pace.

A strangled moan escaped your lips “Stephen—” you could barely get his name out before he slammed into you again "S'too much..too big--"

With a sly smirk over his breathless face, he groaned “Now, you didn't complain when my cock made you pregnant love"

Stephen Glass who reads everything about pregnancy. Articles, books, forums—he’s obsessed with knowing what’s happening each week. "Did you know the baby’s the size of a grapefruit now?" He’ll randomly blurt out facts, some useful, some just… oddly specific. But it’s sweet how invested he is.

Stephen Glass who has so many ideas for baby names, some of them way too out there, some of them surprisingly thoughtful. He’ll throw out suggestions at random, trying to gauge your reaction, but he’s open to your ideas too—he wants it to be a decision you make together.

Stephen Glass who, whenever you mention even the slightest discomfort, is there with soothing back rubs or foot massages. He’s gotten surprisingly good at it, always watching your face to make sure he’s doing it right, wanting nothing but make you as comfortable as possible.

Stephen Glass who, when you’re sitting or lying down, is all about sneaking gentle kisses to your belly. He’ll whisper things like, “I can’t wait to meet you, little one,” or "youre so big already, hm? Just growing before my eyes.." and stuff like that - his voice soft and full of love. He swears the baby can hear him (because apparently that's what he read in article), which just melts your heart every time.

Stephen Glass who takes charge when it comes to prepping the nursery, researching the safest cribs, softest blankets, and which baby monitors have the best reviews. He wants everything to be perfect for when the baby arrives, though he’ll always ask your opinion to make sure it feels right for both of you.

Stephen Glass who definitely has lactation kink;

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, his mouth latched to your nipple with an almost feral hunger. He sucked harder, his hands gripping your hips tightly to have some kind of power over you, to let his desire ran through him.

He moaned against your skin, moving to your other breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple before latching on, sucking harder as if he hadn't have any food for weeks.

“I’m not stopping until I drink every.fucking.drop,” he rasped between breaths, his voice raw and full of need. “can't believe I haven't done that earlier..lost so much of this deliciousness”

You cried out, your body shuddering as your hands tightened around his curls. Stephen didn’t slow down, sucking until the last drops of milk spilled into his mouth, and even then, he wasn’t satisfied. He licked you clean, his tongue gentle but insistent, leaving your skin wet and sensitive in his wake.

“You taste like heaven,” he said, finally lifting his head to look at you, his lips glistening with your milk. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that wasn’t quite sated. “When they're gonna be full again?"

Stephen Glass who's hyper-aware of his mistakes and is terrified of repeating them, so he’s always double-checking everything. Is the baby eating enough? Are they getting enough sleep? He reads every baby book and parenting blog, and calls the pediatrician way too often.

Stephen Glass who loves showing off his little one. He’ll carry them around in a baby carrier on his chest, posting slightly blurred but adorable photos of their tiny socks or chubby hands to you (so you're literally being spammed) or his family members. It’s obvious he’s totally smitten.

Stephen Glass who's obviously all about imaginative play. He’ll create elaborate, pretend scenarios—pirates, astronauts, or detectives—and get fully invested in the story, making his kid giggle endlessly

Stephen Glass who'd charm other parents at school events or playgrounds, trying to fit into the whole 'dad role', but privately, he’ll be texting you, asking for reassurance about whether he’s doing okay. His confidence in parenting grows over time, but he never fully loses that nervous edge.

Stephen Glass who's determined to rewrite his life with his child. With them, he’s honest, patient, and loving. Every step of parenthood becomes a way for him to heal and grow, creating a future he didn’t think he could have—a future where he’s enough.

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[speaknow-sw]

𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

24/10/2024, Prompt : Crossdressing, Sex Toys & Spanking with Scott Barringer

A/N : mdni, consensual non-con, spanking, sex toys, crossdressing, slight mindbreaking, feminization. Fourth fic guys, this one is FUCKING LONG but that bratty sub Scott deserved his fic too ! Poor baby, he just need to feel safe and and loved :(

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒹𝑜

Scott lounged against the back of the chair, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He had been testing your patience all evening, pushing boundaries, his remarks sharp and teasing. You stood in front of him, arms folded, your gaze unwavering, no longer entertained by his little game.

"You think this is funny?" Your voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it that made him glance up, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Scott shrugged, his smirk widening. "What? You’re the one getting all worked up."

You took a slow step toward him, your eyes never leaving his. The room seemed to grow smaller, the tension thickening as your presence filled the space. He straightened slightly, the shift in your demeanor finally catching his attention.

"You’ve been acting like a brat all night, Scott. And I think it’s time you learn why that’s not going to work with me."

He opened his mouth to speak, but the look in your eyes silenced him. You stepped even closer, until there was barely any space left between you. Your voice dropped lower, firm and controlled, as you leaned in.

"I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with."

For the first time that night, Scott’s smirk faltered. His pulse quickened as the air between them shifted. Whatever game he had been playing was over now. You weren’t angry—no, this was something else entirely. Something far more commanding.

He swallowed, unsure for the first time how to respond. You smiled then, slow and deliberate, leaning even closer.

"Now, are you ready to behave?" You asked, your voice silk over steel, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

« Take your costume. Panty, bralette, stockings and garters included. I want everything » You snarled

Scott's breath caught in his throat as he heard your command. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his eyes widening in shock. The room suddenly felt stiflingly hot, the air thick with tension.

He glanced down at his hands, clasped tightly in his lap, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. Swallowing hard, he met your gaze, his blue eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Y-you want me to... to put that on? Now?" His voice was barely above a whisper, trembling slightly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The idea of wearing women's lingerie, of exposing himself like that, made his heart race.

But even as his mind reeled, he found himself nodding, almost imperceptibly. There was a part of him that craved this, that wanted to submit to your every whim. He had always been drawn to you, to your strength and confidence. And now, here you were, demanding his complete obedience.

"Yes, miss," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "I'll do whatever you say."

He reached for the bag containing the lingerie, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled out the delicate garments. The panties were sheer and lacy, the bralette barely more than a scrap of fabric. The stockings were silk, with intricate garters to hold them up.

Scott stood slowly, his legs trembling slightly as he faced you. He held the lingerie up, his eyes meeting yours questioningly.

"Where... where do you want me to change?" he asked, his voice soft and uncertain.

Scott stood there, holding the lingerie, his body trembling slightly as he awaited your response. The sheer material of the panties and bralette felt foreign in his hands, a stark contrast to the clothes he was used to wearing. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his face flushed with embarrassment and anticipation.

He glanced around the room, searching for a place to change. The bed, the dresser, even the closet door – everywhere he looked, his eyes kept returning to you, taking in the intensity of your gaze. It was as if you were seeing right through him, reading his thoughts and feelings.

"In front of you, miss?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. The thought of stripping down in your presence, of revealing himself completely, made his heart race even faster. But he knew better than to disobey your command.

Slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He pulled the shirt off, revealing his pale, smooth skin, and tossed it aside. Next, he unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

Now clad only in his boxers, Scott felt more exposed than ever before. He stood there, vulnerable and uncertain, his eyes locked on yours. He could see the desire in your gaze, the hunger that made his body ache with longing.

He shimmied out of his boxer, his cock already semi-hard from the thrill of submitting to you. He stepped into the lacy panties, pulling them up his thighs and settling them around his waist. The material was so sheer that he could feel the air against his skin, making him shiver.

Next, he slipped on the bralette, adjusting it so that his chest was pushed up and displayed for your viewing pleasure. As he reached for the stockings, his hands shook slightly, the anticipation building within him. He rolled each one up his leg, fastening the garters to hold them in place.

Your eyes racked in his body hungrily. « Such a good girl » You purred as you pushed him on the bed « Now, now, now… you were acting like a little brat earlier. Being mean, being provocative, swearing …doing anything you wanted. » You chuckled taking out a box. « Now, choose some sextoys for your punishment. »

Scott's eyes widened as he felt the bed beneath him, his body sinking into the soft mattress. He looked up at you, confusion and excitement swirling in his gaze. Your words washed over him, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Being mean? Swearing ?" he repeated, his voice uncertain. It was almost too easy, too tempting. The brat in him, the rebellious streak that had gotten him into trouble all night, surged forward.

"Fuck that," he spat, his blue eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not your fucking doll, you know. I don't want to be punished."

He sat up, crossing his arms over his chest, the movement causing the lacy bralette to shift slightly. The sheer panties rode up his thighs as he moved, exposing even more of his pale, smooth skin.

"You can't make me do shit," he continued, his voice growing louder, more aggressive. "I'm not gonna be your little bitch, no matter what you say."

Despite his words, there was a glint in his eye, a hint of mischief that belied his true feelings. He was enjoying this, enjoying the power dynamic shifting between you.

His gaze fell to the box in your hands, and he licked his lips unconsciously. He knew what was inside, knew the kinds of toys that could bring him to his knees. But he wasn't about to admit that.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to be?" he sneered, gesturing towards the box. "Some kind of sick punishment? Well, I don't fucking want it. I'm not into that shit."

Even as he spoke, he could feel his cock twitch in the confines of the sheer panties. The thrill of defying you, of pushing your buttons, was intoxicating. He wanted to see how far he could go, wanted to test the limits of your patience.

"You know what? Fuck you," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I'm done being your little puppet. I'm not gonna do what you want, no matter how much you try to make me."

You gripped his hair pushing his head against the mattress. « Choose some toys » You snarled angrily « Brat » You tsk-ed

Scott gasped as you gripped his hair, forcing his head against the mattress. The pain mixed with pleasure, sending a jolt through his body. He could feel the roughness of the sheets against his skin, the cool air hitting his exposed flesh.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He knew he was pushing you, testing your limits. But the thrill of it, the danger, was too intoxicating to resist.

Reluctantly, he reached for the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it. Inside were an array of toys, each one more intimidating than the last. Vibrators, dildos, paddles, and restraints all stared back at him, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure.

He picked up a small vibrator, turning it over in his hands. It was sleek and black, with a tapered tip that looked like it could bring him to his knees. He tossed it onto the bed beside him, reaching for something else.

Next, he chose a pair of leather cuffs, running his fingers over the soft material. They were adjustable, with a sturdy buckle that would keep him restrained no matter how much he struggled. He set those aside as well, his mind racing with the possibilities.

As he rummaged through the box, he could feel your eyes on him, watching his every move. The intensity of your gaze made him shiver, made his skin prickle with goosebumps. He knew he was putting on a show, knew that every toy he chose was another step towards his own punishment.

But he couldn't stop himself. The brat in him, the part that craved attention and control, refused to be silenced. He continued to select toys, each one more daring than the last. A paddle with raised bumps, a dildo that looked impossibly large, a blindfold that promised to take away his sight and leave him at your mercy.

When he was finished, he tossed the box aside, the contents scattered across the bed. He looked up at you, his blue eyes defiant, his chest heaving with anticipation.

"There," he said, his voice rough and challenging. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? To see me becoming your little bitch ?"

Scott's heart raced as he lay there, surrounded by the toys he had chosen. He could see the anger in your eyes, the frustration that radiated from you like a physical force. But he couldn't bring himself to apologize, couldn't find the words to take back his defiant actions.

He knew he was playing with fire, knew that his behavior would only lead to more intense consequences. But the thrill of it, the adrenaline that coursed through his veins, was too powerful to ignore.

As you loomed over him, he could feel the heat of your body, the tension in the air between you. His skin tingled with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert. He wanted to know what would come next, wanted to feel the full force of your dominance.

"Go on then," he taunted, his voice low and husky. "Show me what happens when I'm a bad girl."

He arched his back slightly, pressing his body against the toys scattered across the bed. The cool metal of the vibrator pressed against his cheek, the leather cuffs brushing against his wrists. He could feel the weight of the paddle, the promise of pain that it carried.

"I'm ready," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. "Do your worst."

"Little bitch." You spat taking his wrists and cuffing them behind his back. Next, you took the blindfold and wrapped it around his head. "I don’t like this. You choose things too easy. Let’s spice it. I bet you can take it like the good little slut you are." You seethed taking a spreading bar out of the box and clasped it to his stockings-clad ankles, making it impossible for him to close his legs. "Which gag do you want, beautiful ? The ball one or the ring one ?" You chuckled.

Scott's breath hitched as he felt the cold metal of the cuffs click shut around his wrists, binding them tightly behind his back. The sudden loss of mobility sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.

He squirmed slightly as you knotted the blindfold around his head, plunging him into darkness. The lack of sight heightened his other senses, making him hyperaware of every touch, every sound. He could hear your breathing, feel the heat of your body as you moved around him.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice muffled by the blindfold. The word was barely audible, but he knew you heard it. He knew you could sense his fear, his anticipation, his desperate need for more.

As you attached the spreading bar to his ankles, he let out a soft whine. The cold metal against his skin made him gasp, his body instinctively trying to close his legs. But the bar held them apart, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

He could feel the cool air on his most intimate parts, could feel the dampness beginning to form at the top of his cock, soaking the thin panty. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of embarrassment and arousal that made his head spin.

"I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice trembling slightly. " Fuck, none of them."

He didn't want to admit it, didn't want to give in to the desire that coursed through him. But he knew that the ball gag would muffle his cries, would keep him from begging for mercy or pleading for more. It would leave him completely at your mercy, completely under your control.

He knew he was powerless to stop you, knew that he had brought this upon himself with his bratty behavior. And yet, a part of him reveled in the submission, in the knowledge that he was completely at your mercy.

You shoved the ball gag in his mouth and clasped it behind his head, patting his head. "Good girl," You purred before gripping his hair. "Aren’t you a whiny little bitch ?"

Scott's eyes widened as he felt the ball gag press against his lips, his mouth stretching wide to accommodate the intrusion. The taste of rubber filled his mouth, the flavor foreign and slightly bitter. As you fastened the straps behind his head, he let out a muffled whimper, the sound barely audible over the thundering of his own heart.

He could feel your hand on his head, stroking his hair in a way that should have been comforting but only served to heighten his anxiety. Your words, spoken in that sickeningly sweet tone, made his skin crawl.

"Mmph!" he protested, his voice muffled by the gag. He tried to shake his head, to pull away from your touch, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. He was trapped, helpless, completely at your mercy.

As you gripped his hair, tugging sharply, he couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain. The sensation shot through him, making his toes curl and his body arch involuntarily. He hated the way his body responded to your touch, hated the way his cock twitched in the confines of the sheer panties.

"Nmph!" he whined, his voice rising in pitch. He knew he was being a brat, knew that his behavior would only earn him more punishment. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't stop the needy whimpers and pathetic pleas that spilled from his lips.

He wanted to beg you to stop, to release him from this torment. But he also wanted more, wanted to feel the full force of your dominance, your control. He was caught in a cycle of pain and pleasure, of fear and desire, and he couldn't see a way out.

You shook his head  I asked you a question. "Aren’t you a whiny little bitch ?" You snarled. Scott's head snapped back as you shook it roughly, the motion sending a jolt of pain through his neck. He let out a muffled whine, the sound barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.

He knew what you wanted to hear, knew that you expected him to admit his own weakness, his own submission. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, couldn't utter the words that would seal his fate.

"Mmph!" he protested, his voice rising in pitch as he tried to shake his head. But the cuffs held him firmly in place, his movements restricted, his body completely at your mercy.

He could feel the tears beginning to form in his eyes, could feel the humiliation burning in his cheeks. He hated the way you were treating him, hated the way you were making him feel. But he also knew that he had brought this upon himself, that his bratty behavior had only earned him more punishment.

As you continued to hold his head, your grip tightening, he felt a wave of panic wash over him. He was trapped, helpless, completely at your mercy. And he had no idea what you had in store for him next.

He tried to speak, to plead with you, to beg for mercy. But the gag muffled his words, leaving him unable to communicate, unable to express his desperation.

"Nmph!" he whimpered, his voice breaking as he struggled against the restraints. He wanted to break free, to escape this nightmare. But he knew it was futile, knew that he was powerless to stop you.

As the tears began to fall, trailing down his cheeks, he finally understood the depth of his submission, the extent of his own weakness. He was a whiny little bitch, just as you had said. And he would pay the price for his bratty behavior, no matter how much it hurt.

You saw him cry "Shhh, no babygirl, don’t cry. Don’t waste your pretty tears. Please, sweet things…" You cooed kissing all over his face.

Scott's body trembled as he felt your lips on his skin, your gentle kisses a stark contrast to the rough treatment he had received moments before. He was confused, torn between the desire to push you away and the longing to give in to your touch.

As you continued to kiss him, your soft words washing over him like a soothing balm, he felt his resolve crumbling. He wanted to believe you, wanted to trust in your kindness, in the love you claimed to have for him.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice muffled by the gag. He tried to turn his face away, to escape the tenderness of your touch, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. He was trapped, forced to endure the onslaught of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.

He could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, the saltiness stinging his eyes. But he couldn't stop them, couldn't control the flood of emotions that surged through him. He was tired, exhausted from the constant battle between his desire for submission and his need for control.

As your lips found his, he let out a soft moan, his body melting into yours despite his best efforts to resist. He knew he was giving in, knew that he was surrendering to your dominance. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't fight the magnetic pull that drew him to you.

In that moment, he realized that he needed you, needed your guidance, your love, and your control. He was your little girl, your whiny little bitch, and he would embrace that identity, no matter what it cost him.

As you continued to kiss him, your hands roaming over his body, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was safe, protected, and loved. And he would do anything to keep that feeling, to stay in your good graces.

"Mmmmph," he moaned again, his voice a desperate plea for more. He wanted you to take control, to show him the depths of his submission, to make him feel alive.

He knew that he had brought this upon himself, that his bratty behavior had only earned him more punishment. But he also knew that he deserved it, that he needed to be reminded of his place

"I’m gonna take care of you baby, this is a punishment but it’s also my way to love you. I love you baby, you’re safe…" You cooed, stroking his cheek. You took the paddle and slowly turned him on his stomach. "The punishment is almost finished sweetheart, almost. I just need to spank you for you to understand the extent of my forgiveness. Ten little slaps and it’ll be over, try to count okay little one ?" You crooned.

Scott's heart raced as he felt your hand on his cheek, your soothing words washing over him like a warm embrace. He knew that the punishment was coming, knew that he had earned it with his bratty behavior. But in that moment, he also knew that he was safe, that he was loved, and that the pain would be worth it in the end.

As you turned him on his stomach, he could feel the cool sheets against his skin, the roughness of the fabric a reminder of his vulnerability. He tried to brace himself for the impact, to steel himself against the pain, but he knew it was futile. He was completely at your mercy, and he would have to endure whatever you had in store for him.

"Mmmph!" he whimpered, the sound muffled by the gag. He wanted to ask for mercy, to beg for forgiveness, but he knew that it was too late. The only thing he could do now was accept his punishment, to count the slaps and hope that they would be enough to satisfy your anger.

He felt the paddle against his skin, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat of his body. And then, without warning, the first slap landed. The pain was sharp, intense, and he couldn't help but gasp, his body arching involuntarily.

One.

The second slap came quickly, the sting even worse than the first. He bit down on the gag, trying to muffle his cries, but it was no use. The tears flowed freely, his body shaking with each blow.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

By the time he reached five, his bottom was throbbing, the pain radiating throughout his entire body. But he didn't dare stop counting, didn't dare disobey your command. He knew that he had to see this through, had to prove to you that he could handle whatever you threw at him.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

With the final slap, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had done it, had endured the punishment and counted each blow as you had instructed. He knew that he

Scott's body trembled as the last slap landed, the pain coursing through him like a wildfire. He wanted to collapse, to curl up in a ball and hide from the world. But he knew that he couldn't, that he had to stay strong, to show you that he could handle whatever you threw at him.

As he lay there, his face pressed against the mattress, he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, the saltiness stinging his eyes. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, but he also felt a sense of relief, a sense of accomplishment. He had done what you asked, had counted each slap, and had proven his devotion to you.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice raw and hoarse from the gag. He knew that the punishment was over, that he had been forgiven, but he still couldn't help the way his body shook, the way his heart raced.

He could feel your presence beside him, could sense the warmth of your body, the tenderness in your touch. And as you gently stroked his hair, he felt a wave of love wash over him, a love so deep and profound that it brought him to tears once more. "You’re so…beautiful, all dolled up for me. Pretty little thing." You whispered, caressing his curls.

In that moment, he knew that he would do anything for you, that he would endure any punishment, any pain, just to feel this way, to know that he was loved, cherished, and protected.

Scott's body relaxed as you unclasped the spreading bar and removed the cuffs from his wrists. The sudden freedom was overwhelming, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He knew that the punishment was over, that he had been forgiven, and he couldn't help but melt into your embrace as you cradled him in your arms. The blindfold went out too, but he chose to keep his eyes closed.

He whimpered, his voice soft and vulnerable as you stroked his hair and hummed softly. He could feel the love and tenderness in your touch, could sense the affection in your words. And as you called him a sweetheart, praised him for his obedience, he felt a sense of pride swell within him.

He had done it, had endured the pain, the humiliation, and the fear, all for the sake of your love. And now, as he lay in your arms, feeling your warmth and protection envelop him, he knew that it had all been worth it.

As you continued to stroke his hair, your fingers gently massaging his scalp, he felt his eyes growing heavy. The exhaustion of the past few hours was catching up with him, and he could feel himself drifting off to sleep, safe and secure in your embrace.

Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard your voice, soft and soothing as you praised him for his beauty. "Shhh, sweet girl, you were so good, so good for me. Oh, you're such a sweetheart. Look at you, all pretty."

You took a pink dildo and a little one with a jewel. "You deserve a reward sweet girl. Choose one to go inside." You purred.

Scott's eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice, his gaze falling upon the two dildos you held in your hands. He couldn't believe that after everything he had endured, you were offering him a reward, a chance to find pleasure in the midst of his pain.

He looked from one dildo to the other, trying to decide which one he wanted. The pink one was larger, thicker, and he knew that it would stretch him in ways he had never experienced before. The other, with its sparkling jewel, was smaller and more delicate, but no less enticing.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice muffled by the gag. He wanted to ask for your guidance, to let you choose for him, but he also knew that this was his reward, his moment to assert his desires.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he reached out and took the pink dildo, his fingers wrapping around the smooth, silicone shaft. It was heavier than he had expected, and he could feel the weight of it in his hand, the promise of the pleasure it would bring.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide and pleading, silently asking for permission, for your approval. He needed to know that he had made the right choice, that he was still worthy of your love and affection.

As you smiled down at him, nodding your approval, he felt a surge of excitement course through his body. He was ready for this, ready to experience the pleasure that only you could give him.

He laid back on the bed, his legs falling open in an invitation, a silent plea for you to take control, to guide him through this new experience. He trusted you, believed in you, and he knew that you would make this moment unforgettable.

With the gag still in place, he could only whimper and moan, his body already trembling with anticipation. He was yours, completely and utterly, and he was ready to embrace the pleasure that awaited him.

"Mmmph," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea for more. He wanted to feel you inside him, to be filled and stretched and claimed by you. He wanted to feel safe, to be your little girl. You stroked his ass. "On all fours, ass up, sweetheart."

Scott's body trembled with anticipation as he heard your command, his heart racing at the thought of what was to come. He wanted to please you, to show you just how obedient he could be, and he knew that this was his chance to prove himself.

With a soft whimper, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, presenting his ass to you as you had requested. The cool air on his exposed skin made him shiver, and he could feel his hole clenching in anticipation.

He heard you move behind him, could sense your presence, and he waited, breath bated, for your touch. When your fingers finally brushed against his entrance, he let out a soft moan, his body arching into your hand, desperate for more.

You teased him, your fingers circling his hole, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. He could feel his arousal growing, his cock twitching and hardening as you worked him over. He wanted to beg you for more, to demand that you fill him, but he knew that he had to be patient, to wait for your signal.

And then, just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, he felt the dildo pressing against his entrance. He braced himself, his muscles tensing, as you slowly pushed the toy inside him. The stretch was intense, but not painful, and he could feel every inch of the dildo as it slid deeper into his body.

"Mmmph," he moaned, his voice muffled by the gag. He could feel the weight of the toy inside him, the way it filled and stretched him, and he knew that he was exactly where he belonged.

As you began to move the dildo in and out, he could feel his body adjusting to the sensation, his walls clenching and relaxing around the toy. He loved the way it felt, the way it made him feel so full and complete.

He looked back at you over his shoulder, his eyes wide and pleading, silently begging for more. He wanted to be used, to be taken, to feel your dominance over him. And as you continued to fuck him with the dildo, he knew that he was getting exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed.

You unfastened the gag. "Here, you can whimper and moan all you want, sweet girl." You smoothed his stockings and strapped the sleek black vibrator on his cute little leaking cock. "Now, just enjoy little one." 

Scott gasped as the gag was removed, his mouth suddenly free to express all the whines and moans that had been building up inside him. He couldn't contain himself, letting out a series of high-pitched chirps and whimpers as you stroked his stockinged legs, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

"Ahhh! Mmmph! Ohhh!" he cried out, his voice raspy and needy. The vibrations from the toy against his sensitive cock only heightened his pleasure, making him squirm and writhe under your touch.

He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, with the dildo buried deep inside him and the vibrator buzzing against his most intimate parts. But instead of feeling ashamed, he reveled in it - in being your plaything, your little girl to use and pleasure as you saw fit.

"Please, Miss! More, more!" Scott begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about his pride. "I need it, I need you!"

His hips bucked involuntarily, trying to grind against the vibrator. The dual sensations of fullness and stimulation were driving him crazy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Ahhh! I'm... I'm gonna..." Scott panted, his face flushed and eyes rolling back. He was so close, teetering right on the brink of a mind-blowing climax.

But he hesitated, remembering his place. He couldn't cum without your permission.

"Please Miss, can I? Can I cum for you?" Scott whined desperately, looking back at you with big, pleading eyes. "I wanna be a good girl!"

"Do you, really ? Are you a good girl ? Develop your answer, sweetheart, I want a whole fucking essay." You stroked his white inner thighs. 

Scott whimpered and squirmed under your touch, the sensation of your fingers gliding along his frilly stockings making his skin tingle with need. He wanted to be a good girl, wanted to please you in every way possible, but the temptation to let go and give in to the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

"Y-yes, Miss," he stammered, his voice breathy and high-pitched. "I want to be your good girl. I want to make you proud."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words to express the depth of his desire. "I know I've been bad, I know I've disobeyed you and caused trouble. But I'm trying, Miss. I'm trying so hard to be better, to be the perfect little girl you deserve."

Scott's hips twitched, the vibrator against his cock making it difficult to focus. But he pushed through the haze of pleasure, determined to prove himself to you.

"I want to be good for you, Miss," he continued, his voice growing stronger, more resolute. "I want to follow your rules, to do as I'm told, to make you happy. I know I'm not there yet, but I'm working on it. Every day, I'm trying to be the best version of myself, the version that deserves your love and affection."

He looked back at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Please, Miss. Tell me what I need to do to be your good girl. I'll do anything, endure anything, as long as it means I can please you. I just want to make you proud, to be the perfect little girl you see in me."

Scott's body trembled with the effort of holding back his orgasm, the vibrator pushing him to the brink. But he knew that he couldn't cum until he had your permission, until he had proven himself worthy of such a gift.

"I'm trying, Miss," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm trying so hard. Please, tell me I'm doing okay. Tell me I'm being a good girl."

You couldn’t resist how cute he was being. "Shh you’re a good girl. You can cum, sweet thing." You cooed kissing all over his face.

Scott felt a wave of relief wash over him as you praised him, your words like a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. He knew that he had done well, that he had pleased you, and the knowledge filled him with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

And then, when you gave him permission to cum, his body responded instantly. The coil of tension that had been building inside him for so long finally snapped, and he felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

"Ahhh! Oh god, Miss!" Scott cried out, his voice high and breathy as the orgasm crashed over him. His cock twitched and pulsed, the vibrator sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his entire body.

He could feel his cum spilling out onto the sheets, his hips jerking and twitching with each wave of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, his body trembling and shaking as he rode out the most intense orgasm of his life.

Through it all, he could feel your lips on his face, your kisses soft and gentle, a contrast to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He knew that he was safe, that he was loved, and that he was exactly where he belonged.

As the orgasm finally began to subside, Scott collapsed forward onto the bed, his body limp and spent. He could feel your arms around him, holding him close, and he knew that he was home.

"Thank you, Miss," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Thank you for everything I’m sorry for being a brat earlier."

He knew that he would never be able to repay you for all that you had done for him, for all the love and care you had shown him. But he also knew that he would spend the rest of his life trying, that he would do anything and everything to make you happy.

Because that's what good girls do. That's what he was, and always would be - your perfect little girl, your devoted and loyal companion, ready and willing to serve you in any way you desired.

[bunnie-online]

Hi! Can you write a request for Clay Beresford with some soft fluffy morning love making. Thanx!

It’s totally fine if you don’t want to!

AHHH I WAS HOPING FOR A CLAY REQUEST 🤭🤭🤭

i was inspired by this video <3

warnings: fem!reader, unprotected p in v (stay safe pls) creampie, fluff fluff fluffy! established relationship.

you outstretched your arm to reach for your fiancé, the one and only Clay Beresford. to your disappointment, the right side of the bed was completely empty. you open your eyes to find that you were alone in your shared bedroom. Clay was always a morning person, so this shouldn’t surprise you but you’d like to cuddle him in the morning once and a while.

you sit up and rub your sleepy eyes. you decided to drag yourself out of bed and splash some water on your face to aid in waking you up. to your surprise you find your very handsome soon-to-be husband in the bath. he’s more of a shower person, but you weren’t complaining at the sight.

“good morning, my blossom.” he smiles at you. “morning” you yawn back, cheeks tinting slightly at the nickname. “c’mere baby.” he gestures towards you. you, forgetting what you came in here for in the first place, walk over to him and sit in the edge of the tub. “hi, pretty thing. how’d you sleep?” his hand comes up to softly stroke your cheek, fingers slightly wet from the bath water. “i slept well. did you?” you match his actions, gently rubbing your thumb against his soft face. ‘he’s so beautiful.’ you thought.

“i did too, had dreams about you.” he smirks, leaning forward and kissing the arm that’s keeping you from falling into the tub. “oh, yeah?” you laugh. he continues kissing up your arm, making his way to your lips, hypnotizing you into leaning down further. “dreams about you joining me in the bath, getting soaking wet, taking care of you.” he whispers between kisses.

“Clay, don’t you think about it.” you giggle at him. “oh why not? hm?” he’s smiling now, struggling to kiss you back while grinning. you feel his arms wrap around your waist. “Clay!” you exclaim“Clay don’t! i’m in your shirt!” your laughter fills the room. “we have a dryer.” he’s laughing out loud now too.

Clay bests you and you tumble into the water with him. “Clayton!” you scold and slap him gently on his chest. he feigns injury and offense. “oh! i’m wounded!” he continues laughing. you needed revenge now. while he was busy laughing at his victory you decided that it was the perfect time to adjust your position and straddle his lap, you can already feel him getting aroused.

“Blossom, what are yo-.” you cut him off by kissing his neck, he lets out a soft groan. “Baby-.” he tried to speak again “you wanted me in here, how can i resist the temptation of my gorgeous fiancé right in front of me.” you interrupt him.

both of his hands grab your face, making you kiss him back, tongues dancing in harmony, both of you letting out soft moans. you both starting moving your hips, desperate for friction. Clay started removing your (his) shirt. “fuck, you’re so beautiful. every-fucking-thing about you is perfect.” he sits back to eye you up and down, you turn your head shyly. “look at me.” he turns your chin towards him, holding your gaze. “so fucking pretty.” he pulls you in by your face, kissing you again.

you can feel how hard he is now, every little movement you make, he lets out a groan. if you weren’t in the bath you could probably feel a pool of your own arousal. “come on, blossom.” his guides your hips down to align your heat perfectly with his cock. “just like you did last night.” he whispers against your lips.

you take one of your hands and guide him into you, still feeling a little sore from your escapades the previous night. you both moan aloud as he slides into you. “ah, so perfect. just like you were made for me.” he wraps his arms around you, pressing your chest against his. your eyes roll into the back of your head and your jaw drops open. “just relax baby, let me do it.” he moans, you can hear the water sloshing around and splashing out of the tub. his hips slamming into yours. “shhh that’s it baby, let me do it, let me take care of you. ohh good job baby, good good job.” he praises you for taking him so well, you were always so good for him.

“ah! Clay!” you escape his grasp, leaning back so his cock slams against the front of your walls, hitting that perfect spot. your moans echo through the bathroom, due to your insides remembering this exact pounding from last night, you were twice as sensitive.

“i know, baby. i know.” his hands now forming bruises on your hips, tugging you up and down rhythmically like you were his own personal toy. your moans syncing with his movements. “ah! ah! ah! fuckfuckfuck! you’re gonna make me cum soon!” you scream.

“good. cum for me, pretty baby.” he moans, it’s obvious his release nearing soon, his eyes are shut tightly, his nails are digging into your soft skin, his mouth making a relaxed o-shape. almost on command, you started squeezing down onto him in pulses. your hips stuttered and you sprung forward, clinging onto him to ground you as your orgasm ripped through you.

his arms flung around you once again, squeezing you tightly as he released inside of you. his moans coming out louder and higher pitched.

both of your voices eventually subsided into soft gasps, he releases you from his vice grip and pulls himself out of you. you lean back again, giving him a soft, loving smile. “i love you.” both of you blurt out. after shared giggles and lots of kisses, you shakily climb out of the tub, followed by Clay. he wraps you in a towel and carries you bridal style to your bedroom. he places you down softly in bed. “i’m gonna go get myself a towel, okay? after we cuddle for a bit, how about we go to your favorite breakfast spot?” he strokes your face again and you nod sleepily.

‘ahh what a life.’ you thought.

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oKAY BUT THE NICKNAME BLOSSOM??? CUTE ASF???

i hope this is what you wanted !! <333

~bunnie

[divineani]

Valentines Day with Clay

[clayberesford-anakinskywalkerfan]

Clay had everything, he was young, rich, handsome, loyal and kind. He was such a sweet guy. Why couldn't anyone in Awake let him just be happy ❤️😢

[skyguys-princess]

Oh guys… oooh… I got a juicy ass Clay idea 🤭 Idk whether to make it a story or a one shot. It’s just- damn juicy.

[bloatedandalone04]

In The Way I Need You | Part 12

Series Masterlist

➪in which you and clay spend some much needed alone time together, and you find out some scary things that come with falling in love with him.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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Clay was in a significantly better mood now that he fixed things between you and him, and he was making damn sure to not have a third fuckup any time soon. 

He was lucky to have had you forgive him twice already, he was sure he was on thin ice with you by this point. Now that you and he had talked things through, he was determined to prove to you that he was all in with you. 

His mother had just left with Joey, and Clay already missed his kid more than he thought he would in so little time. 

But you were already on your way over. 

Clay had texted you and asked if you wanted to spend the weekend with him since the house would be empty, and he felt like he needed to make up for the time he spent away from you during the week while you were pissed at him. 

Your instant response of ‘YES’ had him feeling like a fucking teenager again who had just invited his crush over, but he was pushing twenty eight, and you were his girlfriend. 

He spent a good portion of his morning tidying up the already spotless house and trying to think of ways he could make this weekend as casual yet romantic as possible. As he was tidying up the kitchen counters, he remembered watching the maids his mom hired when he was younger clean up, and then he realized they only stopped once he brought Joey home. How privileged can one guy, no, one family be?

Just as he heard you call out to him from downstairs, informing him of your arrival, his phone went off with an incoming call from Jack, his friend and doctor that saved his life when he had his heart attack a few years back. Clay sighed and quickly walked over to the top of the stairs, calling out, “Up here,” before he answered his phone. 

“Clay, good to hear your voice, buddy,” Jack said in his usual cheerful voice as Clay leaned against the banister. 

“Hey, Jack,” he greeted just as you reached the top of the stairs and saw that he was on the phone, your overnight bag slung over your shoulder making him smile. Your brows rose and you brought a finger up to your lips, signaling that you would be quiet as you walked over to him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“I’m just calling to make sure you’re still coming by on Monday for a checkup,” 

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” Clay answered, snaking his arm around your waist when you began to pull away. He tugged you back to him and held you against his chest as he continued. “I actually have company right now, is that all you needed?”

“Company?” Jack laughed and Clay could hear the squeak of his doctor’s office chair in the background. “I thought Mrs. Beresford was away with the youngest this weekend.”

“She is,” Clay confirmed, looking down at you with a smirk as you stared up at him, waiting for him to finish his call. “It’s a different kind of company, Jack.”

“Oh, I see,” Jack mumbled. “I’ll let you go then. See you on Monday, Clay.”

Clay was already pulling the phone away from his ear as he muttered, “Yeah, see you then,” and ended the call. He slipped his phone into his pocket and wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you right up against him as he finally greeted you. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi,” you laughed, bracing your hands on his chest. “Who was that?”

“My doctor,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. 

He saw the way your eyes widened slightly as you pulled back. “Your doctor? Why was he calling? Is everything okay?”

Clay laughed quietly and felt a warmth take over his body at how concerned you sounded. “Everything’s fine, baby,” he rasped, watching as your shoulders dropped in relief. “I have a checkup on Monday after Joey goes to school.” 

You nodded, smoothing out his t-shirt. “Got it,” 

He hummed, leaning down to kiss you softly, feeling the way your fingers immediately bunched up his shirt and made it wrinkled again. “Do you want to come with me?”

You pulled back again, your brows furrowing slightly. “To your appointment?”

“Yeah,” Clay nodded, gripping your waist. “I’ll have the rest of the day to myself until Joe comes home.” 

You pressed your lips together and slid your hands higher up until you were holding onto his shoulders. “Oh, well in that case,” you trailed off, leaning up to kiss him quickly. “Yes, I want to come with you.”

Clay grinned down at you and bumped your nose with his again before kissing you deeply. You hummed against his lips as he took your bag from you and slung it over his own shoulder, then you were pulling away with a pretty smile. “I’ll take this upstairs,”

“Are you going to put it in the guest room?” You teased, leaning against the wall opposite of the banister as he walked around you. 

Clay paused on the second step, matching your smirk as he braced one hand on the railing. He remembered the first night you stayed here and how you slept in the guest room, and then he remembered the one night you slept with him in his bed after he picked you up, and his smirk grew. “If you want to sleep in there, sure,” he answered, walking up a few more steps. “But my bed is comfier. You know that.”

You smiled and looked down. “Have you eaten today?”

“Uh, no,” he answered, pausing his ascent again. “I spent most of my morning cleaning.”

“I can tell,” you laughed, looking around the second floor hallway. “It looks great in here. And you know what? For all your hard work, I’m going to make you lunch.”

Clay smiled and shook his head. “You don’t have to do that, baby,”

“I want to, and I am going to. Jess told me this really good sandwich recipe she has at the cafe, and it’s all I’ve been craving recently,” you said, pushing off the wall and beaming up at him. “So I’m going to make it for you. You’ll like it, I promise.” 

“I like anything you make,” Clay murmured and you grinned before turning and making your way towards the kitchen. He shook his head again before finally walking up to the third floor and going right past the guest room door and towards his. 

He set your bag down on the edge of his bed, doing a quick scan of his room to make sure there was nothing that resembled Sam - even though he knew there wasn’t - before heading back downstairs. 

When he walked into the kitchen, he found you sitting at the table with two plates in front of you. You hadn’t touched yours, which made a dumb smile form on his face as he moved to sit down next to you. “That was fast,” 

You shrugged, pushing the second plate towards him. “You have to be fast if you work at Jess’,” 

Clay nodded in understanding, and he noticed how you still hadn’t eaten anything and were probably waiting for him to take the first bite, so without another word, he picked up the perfectly made sandwich and bit into it. 

“So?” You asked, not even three seconds after he began chewing, nervously sliding your plate closer to you. 

He laughed, waiting until he swallowed to answer you. “You were wrong, I don’t like it,” he started, smirking at the way your face dropped a bit. “I love it. Best thing I’ve eaten all month.”

You reach over and lightly smack him on the shoulder, letting out an amused scoff. “Don’t mess with me like that,” you scolded, but he knew you didn’t mean it. One of his favorite things about you was how easily you and he got along, and how you were able to tease each other like this from day one.

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughed, setting the sandwich down as he looked over at you with a small smirk. 

“No you’re not,”

“No, I’m not,” he replied immediately and you both looked at each other for a few seconds before he was moving his chair back and you were out of yours. You settle on his lap, your food long forgotten as you grip the sides of his face and press your lips to his. Clay leaned back against the chair as his hands grab your waist, leaning up to deepen the kiss while you moan softly against his mouth. “I missed you.”

You smile, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “You just saw me yesterday after work,” you teased, brushing your nose against his. “But I guess I missed you, too.” 

Clay grinned, sliding his hands up your sides. “You just miss my kid and my fridge,” 

A blush took over your face as you bit down on your lip. “It’s your fault for having such a cute kid and an immaculate taste in diet soda,” you beamed then your eyes trailed over to the dining room table. Clay knew what you were looking at, but he still followed your gaze anyway. “Wow…that’s a pretty rose, Mr. Beresford.” 

Clay laughed, squeezing your hips and helping you stand up. “I’m glad you think so,” he murmured, standing up as well before walking over to the bigger table and picking up the single rose. “It’s for you.”

Your blush deepened as you took it from him. “Clay,” you said quietly, bringing the rose up and inhaling the fresh scent. “I love it…it reminds me of…” 

Clay watched as your eyes widened slightly and you moved closer to him. “Reminds you of what?”

Your eyes darkened a bit as you answered, “Reminds me of when we went to Times Square and I told you that story about my neighbors and the roses,” 

Clay’s brow curved up and he shrugged. “I vaguely remember that,” he lied, obviously, too. Of course he remembered the story about Mark and Cindy, and he especially remembered how happy you got when you told him. And maybe he wanted to be the Mark to your Cindy for a day and give you a rose when you got here. 

You shake your head, letting him take the rose again and set it down on the table as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Then you were leaning up to kiss him, trailing your fingers through his hair as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Thank you for the rose,” you mumbled against his lips, tugging at the hair on the back of his neck as he gripped the backs of your thighs. “And for thinking of me.”

“I’m always thinking about you,” he confessed as he brushed his lips along your pulse point. “You and Joey, all the time.”

You let out a soft whimper as he lifted you up and placed you on the table next to the rose. “I’m so glad I have no sense of direction,” you laughed quietly, caressing his face as he thought back to when he met you; when you spilled your coffee all over his shirt and then bombed your interview at that hotel, giving him the perfect opportunity to have you be around him almost daily. 

“Me too,” he rasped, bunching up your shirt in his hands as he leaned back up to kiss you. “Who knew ruining a two hundred dollar shirt would end up being the start of something so good.”

You pull back after only letting him kiss you for a second, your eyes wide as you grab onto his shoulders. “That shirt was two hundred dollars?!” You asked in disbelief, making the corners of his lips turn upwards. 

“Around there,” he nodded, “Yeah.”

“Clay!” You gasped, tightening your hold on him. “Now I feel even worse! You have to let me pay for it.”

Clay laughed, shaking his head as he began placing kisses along your collar bones. “It happened weeks ago, baby,” he murmured. “Trust me, with all you’ve done for me and Joey, it’s already more than paid off.” 

Another pretty blush took over your face as you massaged the sides of his neck with your thumbs. “Are you sure? Now that I’m working at Jess’, I can-”

Clay cut you off with a quick kiss to your lips, shaking his head once he pulled away. “I’m positive,” he said, “Now can we go back to eating? Then maybe we can pick this up?”

You smirk and nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he helped you down from the table. “Sure, though maybe not on the dining room table?” You laughed as he led you back towards the kitchen after you picked up the rose again. “As nice as it is…it’s not the most comfortable thing.”

“Of course, babe,” he grinned, sitting back down at the smaller table, and he was once again reminded of how privileged he really is. 

-

Instead of going back to your makeout session on the table, Clay guided you towards the living room. 

You weren’t complaining; you had a strange infatuation with the living room ever since you had your first kiss with him in there. You also spent most of your time with Joey in there when you were watching him, so it was definitely your favorite room in a house full of rooms. 

It was nearing six in the evening and Clay offered to put a movie on so you both could unwind from the past work week. Since you picked the last one, you told him to choose one as you got the pillows and blankets sorted on the couch. 

He was crouched down and rummaging through the cabinet of DVD’s you shamelessly organized one night when you were babysitting Joey as you sat down on the couch and looked at the coffee table. There were cards scattered on it, some overturned and showing off someone’s impressive hand, and you bit your lip as you glanced over at your boyfriend. “Hey, Clay,” you laughed, leaning back against the couch. 

“Yeah, babe,” he called back, looking over his shoulder at you. 

You gestured to the table, “You play often?”

Clay furrowed his brows, turning back to the cabinet and grabbing something before standing up. When he caught sight of the cards, he laughed. “Oh, yeah,” he answered, walking over and putting the disk in the DVD player. “My mom and I do. Well, she plays, I lose.”

You let out a laugh, draping a blanket over your lap as you look up at him. “That’s adorable,”

Clay shook his head and you could’ve sworn you saw a faint blush spread across his face. “We played for a bit before bed last night,” he said, leaning over to pile the cards in a stack. “I can’t believe I cleaned every inch of this place but managed to forget about the coffee table.”

“It’s alright, I think the spotlessness of every other inch makes up for it,” you teased, reaching for the bowl of popcorn you made after the very late lunch. 

“As long as you’re impressed by it,” he grunted, setting the card stack in the middle of the coffee table before leaning back and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

“It doesn’t take much,” you admitted, looking up at the TV. “What movie did you pick?”

As soon as you asked that, the menu for Twister came onto the screen. “I hope you like disaster movies,” Clay grinned over at you. “If I have to watch one more Disney movie, I might never watch anything else again.”

You laughed, leaning into his side. “How many Disney movies does Joey make you watch?” 

Clay huffed, “Too many,” and pulled you closer to him. “But I wouldn’t trade those moments in for anything.”

A smile formed on your face and you pressed your cheek against his bicep. “You’re so sweet, Clay,” you whispered, lacing your fingers with his as the opening scene of the movie started. “Watching you and Clay together…it just makes me feel things. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Clay pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m the same way when I get to come home early and see you and him together, too,” he confessed. “Joey never really had someone other than my mom and I in his life. He’s so used to us, he never really gets to be around other people. That’s another reason I’m glad he’s in school now.”

You blushed, laying your head against his chest. “Having you be the main person in his life doesn’t seem too bad,” you teased. 

Another kiss was pressed to your head, followed by a quiet laugh. “You’re sweet,” 

It was nearing the end of the movie when you shifted and cuddled closer to Clay’s side. He wasn’t in his usual attire of a suit, he was clothed in sweats and a t-shirt, and you were feeling the same way you felt the night he picked you up from Hanson’s. 

You wanted him. 

But exactly how much could you have of him? You weren’t entirely sure, but there was no harm in asking. 

You knew about his heart condition, but you didn’t know the full extent of it. 

When the last scene of the movie began, you moved to sit back against the couch, putting some space in between the two of you. Clay’s eyes drifted from the screen and over to you, his arm loosening around your shoulders. “Everything okay?” 

You nodded, playing with the corner of the blanket you and he were sharing. “Of course,” you trailed off, turning to face him. “Can I be nosey?”

Clay’s mouth turned upwards and he turned to you as well. “Always,”

You smiled at that, leaning your head against the top of the backrest. “Your heart condition…how bad is it?” 

Instead of him getting defensive about it or shutting down the topic, he took your hand in his. “About as bad as a heart condition can be,” he answered, his thumb tracing the back of your hand. “I’m on a transplant list, but it’s been years now. I got on it when I had my heart attack.”

His words leave you speechless for a second as you process them, your face quickly beginning to heat up. “You…you had a heart attack?” You asked in a whisper, your hold on his hand tightening. “When?”

“When I was twenty,” he rasped, shifting closer to you. 

You swallowed, looking down at your joined hands. “What happened? Did something trigger it?”

“It was sudden, nothing really happened to trigger it,” he said quietly. “I was told when I was a teen that having one was really likely, but I wasn’t prepared for it to happen a few years later.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but stopped himself short. You didn’t know if you wanted him to continue since your body was already on fire and your hands were shaking. But you also wanted to know everything you possibly could know about him and his condition. “What are you not telling me?”

“Baby,” he trailed off, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “In the hospital, my heart stopped and I died for a few minutes.”

“Clay,” you gasped, holding onto his hand even tighter. You hadn’t realized just how serious it actually was. He died. You felt like you were going to be sick as you used your grip on his hand to keep yourself grounded, despite the fact that you were already sitting. “Oh, my God.”

“I know,” he whispered, letting you cling onto his hand. “It’s scary. A few years later I had Joey, and then Sam left, and I nearly had another one because of the stress I felt with her being gone. I guess that’s why my mom is so protective of me…it was a hard time for her. I don’t think she’s fully moved past it yet.”

You nodded in understanding, pressing the back of his hand against your cheek. “Thank you…for telling me,” 

Clay frowned a bit as he ran his knuckles along your cheekbone. “I don’t want this to change anything, okay? I don’t want you to think I’m just waiting around to…you know,” he mumbled and you were glad he didn’t finish that sentence. “I’m okay for now, and there’s nothing anyone can do to change that until they find me a donor.” 

You nod again, looking up at him with a guarded expression. “Okay…”

“I mean it,” he stated, “What you and I have…it makes me forget about all of it. Joey and my mom, too. I don’t want to be just another sick person, and I don’t want that to be what you see me as. So please, don’t treat me differently now that you know everything.”

You bite down on your lip and nod slowly, looking down at your hands as you run your thumb along his fingers. “I won’t,” you whisper, hoping you could stay true to your word. “I promise, I won’t.”

“Okay,” he said quietly, bringing his other hand up and caressing your jaw. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Raising your brow, you give him a pointed look. “Unlikely,”

Clay huffed out a laugh, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your mouth. “I’m fine,” he promised, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb. 

You believed him, “Okay,” and then you were kissing him again, but a lot more gently than you have in the past. You knew you were already breaking your promise to him, but you couldn’t help it. The chance of him having another heart attack and surviving was extremely unlikely, even you knew that, and you refused to be witness to it. 

But Clay wasn’t easily fooled. “Babe,” he groaned, pulling away and giving you a stern look. “Baby, you don’t have to treat me like glass. I told you, I’m fine.”

“But-”

“Nothing,” he cut you off, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. “But nothing. I can handle my mom treating me like I’m broken, but not you…not you.”

You hold back another complaint and nod, and he gave you a look that told you he didn’t fully believe you. Without another word, he pulled you onto his lap and held you against his chest. “Clay-”

“Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ve told you everything you should know, and I’m trusting that it won’t change anything between us,” he murmured, leaning in and kissing along your neck. 

“Okay,” you agreed, feeling the worry and fear begin to fade away. What replaced it was an undying want and need for the man you’ve grown to care so much about. The man you were sure you’re falling completely in love with. “I just…I like you, so much.” He didn’t need to know that your fondness for him had grown tremendously since the day you met him. 

Clay hummed, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “I like you, too. So much,” he said, and you were given no choice but to believe him. You shared a look, one that showed how much you both wanted each other. Perhaps even needed. Clay’s expression softened and his hands caressed either side of your face, “Do you want this?”

You swallowed and slowly nodded, reaching up to hold onto his wrists. “But if you can’t-”

Clay cut you off with a kiss this time, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I think we both know that I can,” he grinned and you felt your face heat up in a blush as you realized that he definitely can since he ended up being a father at twenty two.

“Right,” you muttered, a bit embarrassed now. 

But Clay just laughed, holding you close to his chest as he stood up. “Right,” then he was carrying you towards the stairs while the end credits for the movie played.

-

Clay felt like he was shaking as he carried you into his room and gently set you down on his bed. 

He hadn’t been intimate with someone since Sam, and that was quite a few years ago now. He never felt the desire or want to until he met you, and suddenly all he wanted was to feel that sense of closeness, both physically and emotionally. 

Clay turned around and closed the door out of habit, and when he looked at you again, you had kicked your leggings off, leaving you in just your panties and shirt. His hands were shaking a bit as he pulled off his tee, and he tossed it aside to find later as he crawled onto the bed and hovered over you. “I’m gonna ask one more time,” he whispered, bracing his elbows on either side of your head. “Do you want this?”

Your eyes were wide and needy as you nodded up at him, your hands sliding up his chest. “I want this,” you said back, “I want you.”

Clay smiled down at you, leaning in to brush his nose against yours before kissing you deeply. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, kissing down your neck as his hands played with the hem of your shirt. “Anyone ever told you that?”

He almost didn’t believe you when you slowly shook your head, but you never gave him a reason not to believe you, so he wasn’t going to start now. “No,” you answered as he tugged the thin material of your shirt up your body. “Never.”

Clay’s eyes darkened a bit at both the sight of your exposed stomach and your words. “What kind of boys have you been with before this, baby?” He teased, watching as a pretty blush took over your features. 

“They’re not important,” you mumbled, lifting your body so he could pull your shirt the rest of the way off. 

“That’s right,” he praised, his eyes raking over your lace covered chest. “They’re not important.”

His fingers played with the straps of the pretty, light blue bra you were wearing, his eyes damn near the same shade as the material. You moaned softly as he stared down at you. “They’re not you,” 

Clay’s eyes flickered up to meet yours as he reached around you and unclasped the lacy fabric and slid it down your arms. “No, they’re not,” he hummed in agreement, dropping your bra to the floor as he pressed kisses down your chest. Your hands tangled in his hair as his moved up to grope your soft breasts, his lips peppering kisses all over you. 

“Clay,” you moaned, pulling softly on his hair. “I need you.”

Your words, the beautiful things they were, had him growing hard for you, and he slid his hands down your body as he leaned in and kissed you deeply. “Say that again,” he nearly begged, running his fingers along the waistline of your white, but equally as lacy panties. 

You oblige instantly, “I need you,” and reach for his sweats. “Please.”

Truthfully, Clay needed you just as badly, if not more. 

He would’ve spent his time with you, but he couldn’t handle much more either. Four years without touching someone will do that to you. 

Clay pushed the lace down your legs, his fingers slowly dipping into you as you worked on ridding him of his sweats and boxer briefs. You were wet, and took his fingers eagerly as you moaned his name and returned your hands to his hair. “Please,” you begged again. “Please please…please.”

He groaned, pulling his hand away from you. “Okay, baby,” he rasped, reaching for his nightstand. “Just let me get-”

“We don’t need one,” you quickly say, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “My last boyfriend was when I was nineteen, and I’m not the kind of girl to sleep around. I’m clean, I promise.”

Clay’s eyes darkened even more as he settled back down on top of you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you answer, biting down on your lip as you grab hold of his shoulders. “Unless you want to use one…that’s okay, too. I don’t know when your last relationship was.”

“Yeah, you do,” he laughed quietly, reaching down to hike one of your legs around his waist. 

Your eyes widened a bit, “She was your last? Like, the last person you-”

“Yeah,” he answered, resting his forehead against yours. “She was my last. I never felt the need or want to be with someone else after. Then I met you.”

Your expression softened and you wrapped your leg tight around him, giving him the silent signal to take that final step. “Clay…” you trailed off, parting your lips to say more as he slowly pushed into you. Your words die on your tongue as you moan against his lips when he leaned down to kiss you, and the tightness of your body as his eyes squeezing shut. 

He braced his forearms next to your head as he pulled out halfway, only to bury himself back in. A deep groan left his mouth as you took each thrust, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you tilt your head back. “You feel so good,” he praised, pushing his face against the side of your neck as he began to rock into you. “So good.”

You moaned softly, wrapping your other leg around his waist. “Clay…oh, my God,”

He grunted, kissing along your neck as he started to move faster, almost as if he wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t as fragile as people say he is. His heart was weak, but that was the only part of him that was. “Baby,” 

Your eyes roll back as you drop your head against his pillow. “Clay, you feel so good…I knew it,” you gasped quietly, holding onto him tightly. “I knew you would. I knew it would feel so good with you.”

And somehow he knew it, too. “Yeah?” He breathed out, feeling the way you clenched tightly around him. “You’ve been thinking about this?”

He thought the way he added a teasing edge to his voice would make you blush again, but you just nodded shamelessly. “All the time,” you admitted and he groaned quietly, his jaw going slack as he thrusted into you a bit harder. “God, Clay, I want you all the time.”

He’s been thinking about you, too, and you were even better than he thought you would be, if that is even possible. He was convinced no one has ever felt better than you, but he had no plans to further test that theory out.

“Fuck,” he moaned, reaching for your hand. He laces his fingers with yours and pins them to the pillow beside your head, leaning down to kiss you. You whimpered against his mouth and the sound only made him want to keep going and make you forget all about the guys you were with before. The ones that didn’t deserve you. 

Clay wasn’t usually a jealous guy, but he was sure that would change in no time, as long as he stayed with you. 

“Oh, God,” you moaned, pulling away from the kiss with swollen, wet lips as you buried your face against his shoulder. “I’m close.” You said it with a bit of disbelief in your voice, making him believe that he was the first one to bring you to the edge this quickly. 

To be fair, you were both pent up with desire and want for each other, and a few days ago, Clay was sure he would have never gotten to experience this with you because of the picture you found. 

But here you were, whining and writhing beneath him and letting him hear all the pretty and perfect sounds that came from your lips. 

“Please,” you begged. “Don’t stop…I’m so close.”

Clay continued to roll his hips into yours, and soon enough you were moaning loudly, your fingers grabbing onto his hair and your back arching off the bed. “There you go,” he muttered, watching your face as you came undone for him. He felt his own release creeping up on him, and he managed to find enough control to be able to ask, “Where…where can I..”

You whined, brushing your lips against his ear as you answered, “Inside…don’t stop,”

Clay squeezed his eyes shut as he let out a deep groan, his pace faltering as he came. “Oh, fuck…baby,” he huffed, burying his face against your neck as he wrapped you up in his arms. 

You moaned quietly, running your fingers through his hair as he rolled you onto your sides. “Are you okay?” You asked in a soft voice, trailing your hands down to his neck. 

Clay let out uneven breaths as he nodded, taking your hand in his and looking down at you. “I’m okay,” 

“You promise?” You ask again, tangling your legs with his. He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours before pulling away and nodding, a lazy smile on his lips as he held you close. 

“I promise,”

[taylorswiftsfavouritedaughter]

I just thought about clayton beresford saying "whatever belong to me also belongs to you." whenever reader wants to buy something expensive but she changed her mind because she looked at the price tag. So clayton, gave his card to her AS IN WANTING HER TO SPEND IT HOWEVER SHE LIKES.

I NEED MY OWN CLAYTON BERESFORD PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

[anakinstwinklebunny]

older sugar daddy!anakin who's paying for your postgrad, just cuddles you after a long day of studying 😩

TW: none really, just fluff and soft praises cause bunny loves dilf!ani :3

Author's note: I love you, give me more..let your fantasy free. Also, today's my birthday, when it's posted, I'm sleeping (thanks to the queue). But I want to thank YOU for this year. In September, I celebrated without all you knowing probably, my one year on this app. One year. Year ago, I'd not even imagine that one of my dreams would come true - to post MY work, something people will enjoy..you guys made it real and for that I thank you so much! Hugging all 622 of you!!! <3333333

It had been one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. Your brain was fried from the constant cycle of lectures, readings, and assignments. The textbooks in front of you blurred whenever you tried to focus on yet another chapter of dense material, so it was no use.

You felt drained—mentally and emotionally. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about postgrad for a little while.

The soft click of the apartment door opening snapped you out of your haze. You heard the familiar shuffle of Anakin’s shoes being kicked off, his expensive, cashmere-wool blend coat draped over the chair. Before you even had the chance to look up from your mountain of notes, he was beside you, his presence filling the room with warmth and comfort you so much craved at the moment

"Hey," he greeted quietly, his deep voice gently vibrating in your ear. He could immediately sense the tension around you, see the exhaustion written all over your profile side. Without asking, he leaned down to kiss your burning temple that was heated up from way too much information for one day

Not taking your tired eyes from the whatever you were trying to focus on, your nostrils could pick up the familiar scent of him—clean, warm, with a hint of vanilla and cinnamon

Dear heavens..

"Long day?" he asked softly, his large hand coming to rest on your shoulder, thumb gently brushing the back of your neck. You closed your eyes at the contact - it felt so good, to just being able to feel the all the stress and tension slowly melt down your spine

Well, Anakin's hands were magic. In every way. They could tear you apart, pull you back together and make you beg for more. Yet today, you were way too tired to beg him to do anything

"You have no idea," you sighed, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned into his touch. “It feels like this coursework is never-ending.”

Anakin’s lips curled into a soft, understanding smile as he tilted his head, studying your tired expression. "You’ve been at it for hours. I can tell." He glanced at the textbooks, notebooks, and laptop scattered around you. It was impressive, to say the least, but even him knew you needed to slow down "You need a break."

Before you could protest, Anakin was already moving. He gently closed your laptop, setting it aside along with your textbooks, making sure they were out of reach so you wouldn’t be tempted to keep working. At first it brought you a quicker heartbeat, to see him just so casually act like it when you still had so much to do “Come here,” he murmured, reaching out to you. "You’ve done enough for today."

Yet, you didn’t hesitate. As tired as you were, the moment he opened his arms, you were drawn to him like a magnet. You slid into his embrace, sinking into his broad chest as he wrapped you up in the warmth of his body.

Your cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his sweater, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. It was grounding, a gentle reminder that you weren’t alone in all of this. He was here, as he always was, making everything seem a little less overwhelming.

“You’re working too hard, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice tender as he massaged your scalp before gently threaded his long fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face. "You need to rest."

You sighed, sinking further into his embrace. Dammit, if he keeps it up, you'll fall asleep "I just want to get through this semester." you confessed

Anakin pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before his hand moved to caress your back “And you will. You always do.” His voice was filled with quiet confidence, the kind of unwavering belief in you that never failed to make your heart swell.

“You’ve been taking care of everything else,” Anakin murmured after a long moment of quietness, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. “Now let me take care of you.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, overwhelmed by how much his simple presence soothed you. He always knew when to step in, offering comfort without needing to ask for anything in return. It wasn’t about money or gifts—this, right here, was what made him your anchor. The way he could make you feel safe and cherished, no matter how heavy the world felt on your shoulders.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest. You pressed your face further into him, breathing him in, the scent of him calming your racing thoughts. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"You’ll never have to find out," he replied softly, kissing the top of your head. "I’ve got you."

You shifted slightly, your legs curling up as you snuggled deeper into him, finding the perfect spot in his lap. His hand gently cradled the back of your head, fingers sliding through your hair with a touch so tender it made your heart flutter.

"I’m not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night."

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[bunnie-online]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨Clay Beresford୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

ꨄ︎=smut ✿ = fluff ⛆ = angst

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ꨄ︎fluffy!clay in the morning.

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[skyguys-princess]

Clay deserves the world 🌎

Clay beresford and soft birthday sex 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈 jajajajajja

I DO WARN YOU I HAVENT FINISHED AWAKE YET SO THIS MAY BE OUT OF CHARACTER 😞😞 I APOLOGIZE. IVE ALSO NEVER WRITTEN SMUT SO IT MIGHT BE BAD

Best day of the year

warnings: smut obvi

“You’re so pretty” Clay said peeking up from in between my thighs. This was the 3rd time he has eaten me out today and it was only noon. “Fuck Clay I can’t take it anymore” I whimpered as I tried to push his head away but he just kept eating me out like a starved man. “one more baby just one more and then i’ll give you what you want I promise” He said into my pussy.

What I wanted was for him to make love to me. I knew that he was going to go softer on me today unlike the normal days of the year when he fucks me. “Fuck Clay-“ I moaned, turning my head into the pillow and biting down on it so the neighbors wouldn’t hear me screaming his name. I was close I could feel the knot in my stomach ready to come undone. “that’s it baby cum for me.” Clay said while adding two fingers into me. Feeling him inside of me while also him licking my clit was almost to much for me to handle and I came almost instantly.

“Good girl..” Clay whispered while crawling up to me and kissing me, making me taste myself on his lips and tongue. “You did so good for me baby..” He cooed while rubbing my cheek. “You want me to make love to you now baby or do you need to rest?” He asked while giving me little kisses on the forehead.

“Need you..please” I whispered almost pathetically. “I’m right here sweet girl” Clay said as he pushed his cock into me. “F-Fuck Clay” I moaned into his lips while kissing me. Clay started to softly move while kissing me. At this point I couldn’t think and only babbles of words came out. “That’s it baby you’re doing an amazing job so proud of you” Clay Praised while rubbing my scalp and kissing my cheek.

“Clay gonna cum” I whimpered. “me too baby, I want you to cum with me. Can you do that sweet girl?” He groaned. I nodded my head quickly. “Words baby gonna need words” He whispered into my ear. “yes wanna cum with you” I said quickly. “good girl” Clay started to speed up and started rubbing my clit at the same time. “Cum with me baby” I started to cum so hard that I saw stars while I felt Clay spill into me.

Clay didn’t move out right away while we caught our breath. “Did so good for me my sweet sweet girl” Clay said while kissing my head and slowly pulling out. I just continued to babble nonsense while I came down from my high.

“Stay here beautiful I’ll be right back” Clay quickly got up and ran to the bathroom where I could hear the sink running and than turning off. When Clay came back in he had a wash cloth and grabbed two water bottles from the mini fridge that was by our bed.

“Drink up baby while I clean you up” Clay said while kissing my forehead and gently rubbing the washcloth over my face to clean off the sweat. Then he started to clean up his cum that was leaking out of me. “Clay” I whimpered while closing my legs while he grazed my sensitive clit with the warm rag. “I know baby I know just cleaning you up.” He told me. Clay then through the wash cloth in the hamper and laid us down on the bed and cuddled me into his chest while rubbing my back and playing with my hair.

“Happy birthday baby I love you” Clay said while I was starting to fall asleep “Thank you baby I love you too” I replied while slowly drifting off. The last thing I remember is Clay pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head.

HIII I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD!! IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW🫶🫶🫶 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING🫶🫶

[ladyanaschmidt]

Sicilian Lemon - Clay Beresford +18 IcePlay

I hope you like it, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

The bar was practically deserted that Tuesday night. The rain had awakened his senses in the face of The Crown's expensive menu, a luxurious night befitting Manhattan, its shiny skyscrapers reflecting their shine from the drops on the glass ceiling, like small diamonds. "I'll have a side of Calamari, and a Martini." As soon as the waiter leaves the table, the dark overcoat is closed, his nails clink on the table, in the same symphony of the blues played in the background by a young man. The afro of his hair is similar to his own, like a lion's mane, the shine of his sweaty skin like a varnish on mahogany wood. Damn, the damn white tank top and leather jacket suited him very well. Looking away again to the window, crossing his legs, he felt the rain intensify, inside and outside the bar. Looking at his Cartier watch, he saw that Clayton was fucking late. The Polaroid camera attached to her neck was immediately brought to her eyes, the clicking gears and the sound of the photograph perfectly capturing the immensity of New York seen from above. Holding the photograph between her fingers, the smell of ink invaded her nostrils, at the same time that her order had arrived. Removing her things from the table, she set the photograph aside, observing the cooked squid and rustic cockroaches, the low, yellowish light shining the Tiffany ring on her right finger. Dating Clayton Beresford seemed like something she would only imagine in her erotic novels, but the silver and diamonds on her ring finger didn't lie about the thousands of dollars it was worth. And neither did the man who placed the jewel on her hand. He not only hired her as a professional photographer for his company, but he also nailed the expensive Baccarat scent to her pulse when he called her to his bed for the first time.

— Eating without me, princess? — Clay's velvety voice invaded your senses, looking up and your gaze met the blue of the most powerful man in New York. — I'm sorry for leaving you… — He walks around the table, his index finger rising from the tip of your right finger, then over your elbow, shoulders and finally chin, raising his gaze even higher to him. — Waiting. He lets go of your face, purposefully scraping his nail on your jaw, testing your reaction. Sitting down in front of you, he removes the scarf, playing with the fabric in his hands, rolling and unrolling it in the palms of his hands. You also bring the squid to your mouth, looking into his eyes as he speaks to a waiter. However, instead of biting into the seafood, you place your tongue inside the circumference of the food, making a circular motion to slurp the sauce. He bites his lip hard, pulling the man's arm and stuffing some bills into his pocket, which the man immediately smiles and bows. She looks back at you, who swallows the food, also teasing him. “Aren’t you going to eat?” You asked, pointing to the almost empty plate. Your metaphor hovers in the air, and Clay stretches his foot towards you, his Oxford shoe scraping against your expensive pantyhose, caressing it. You melt into your chair, relaxing your back, while your left hand is held by his hand, his ring and index fingers fingering your palm, calling, asking. Until he finally answers: “Expensive dishes are eaten in the presidential suite.” Fuck, you could have come just with that sentence, as he brings his Negroni to his lips, his foot hooks on your calf, locking your body. The red liquid fell from the corner of his mouth, staining his jaw, he cleans the red trail with his tongue, spreading it over his white teeth. At the same time you squeeze his hand tightly, he finally laughs mockingly. “I guess we can skip to dessert, right?” You don't know how you got out of that table, you don't know how you got to the rooftop, the place full of yellow lights, drinks and food. The fireplace rising like the excitement that grew inside you. When the door closes, he goes to the fireplace, arranging two shallow glasses of drinks, and cut Sicilian lemons, the bucket full of ice, you remove your coat, shirt, pants, if you could you would tear off your skin so he could touch your veins directly with his fingers, bursting veins and arteries. When he turns around, his gaze was almost adoring, as he unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt, tilting his head to the side, calling you. When he is only in his pants, you approach, your fingers exploring his body, tracing the cut on his toned chest, taking another step, you glued your mouths. He tasted like Negroni, seafood, salt, and, most of all, the flavor of fire. He pushes your body back, just to have the pleasure of taking you in his arms, because he knows you are too weak to stand. His tongue swirls in your mouth, turning your face with his head, while his arms hold your band with a baby, placing you on the counter above the fireplace, on a blanket, right next to the condiments he left there. He gently places your feet locked on his back, the heat of the fire scraping your panties. Scaring you. You bring your hands to the back of his neck, trying to pull his face away from yours. "The fire… you're going to burn us…" He pulls away obediently, but smiles playfully. Getting closer to your ear, removing your bra: "It won't be the fire that will burn you, my princess." He turns his attention to your neck, biting your skin lightly, your hands go to his strands, messing up his silky blond locks, scratching your scalp when he bites your skin, eliciting a louder moan. "Are you okay, princess?" — He stops, resting both his hands on your hip bones, looking worriedly into your eyes. You roll your eyes and beg: — Please, suck me, Clay.

Something breaks inside him, his gaze becomes volatile, he pulls your panties and socks down your legs, letting the heat of the fire touch your feet. He stands up, picking up several pieces of flaky ice, tracing your neck with his mouth and the ice between his teeth. The contrast makes you gasp, your nails scratching his back, the ice melting on your warm skin, at the same time as the flow of your waters begins to wet his fingers as they explore you slowly. Opening your big lips, making sure to make himself heard and listen to your waves. He strums her with the strings of a guitar, extracting the most beautiful sounds from her, until Clay silences her with his lips on yours, you tremble with your mouth frozen due to the cold of the ice cubes. In a moment the blue of his orbs open and he pulls away slightly: "I want to try something, do you think you can handle the ice?" — Your hand stills, your two fingers inside you stop moving inside you, but he curls his digits, touching something inside you that makes you scream. — You certainly melt the ice of any glacier. He kisses you again hungrily, his breath smelling like you. His ambiguous sentence makes you want to cry, after all you didn't know who had melted whose barriers. But you knew that Clay Beresford was yours, completely and entirely yours. Just as you were his, completely and entirely too. He takes a step back, letting go of your face, supporting you better on the fireplace, you can see his chest covered in sweat, as if he was melting, the fire was literally and figuratively between you, and he loved to burn himself. His skillful hand squeezes the Sicilian lemon into the shaker, adding cachaça, lemon slices, honey, and finally closing it and shaking it with measured force, you tremble in your place, your hawk eyes hunting him, analyzing his black pants, marked by your excitement. When he finished, he poured its contents into a Martini glass, placing a dehydrated lemon slice on top. Lifting the drink to his full lips, sipping it, then smiling, he looked into your eyes over the crystal: — It's missing ice… — He leaves the glass on the floor, and approaches again, picking up the bucket of ice, holding some in his hand. — How fast can I make you cum with my mouth?

At that moment you laugh, finally understanding his goals, determined to embark on his idea, you teased: — The ice can't melt… — She holds his face with the tip of her nails, scratching his cheek affectionately. — Show me what you're capable of, that mouth does more than just… — She lowers his head down your torso, watching him put 3 ice cubes in his mouth. — Business. When his mouth touches your pussy, a volcano rises in your senses, and screams erupt. He's not calm, he's not delicate like Clay usually is. And he knows it. His tongue moves, spinning the ice at your entrance, while his nose presses your clitoris hard, almost choking on the ice, but he persists, saliva and water mixing with your juices. His hands, once gentle in caressing you, now grip your thighs fiercely. Keeping you still. When you try to lift yourself towards his lips, he holds you with his arms, intertwining his fingers over the hair on your skin, at the same time pulling you lower, the heat of the fire embracing your perineum.

The room echoed with the moans, the calls. The prayers. The musk of her flavor tempering the frozen stones that were still intact in Clay's mouth. Her nails grip his hair tightly, then her palms caress his abused scalp in a silent apology. He brings his mouth to the glass with the Sicilian lemon caipirinha, his favorite, and he sips the drink in a short gulp, approaching and kissing his hair as he holds the crystal glass.

— Sicilian lemon is undoubtedly a wonderful ingredient… — He licks its residue from your hair and skin, savoring your cum. — But you are the most addictive drink in the world… — He goes between your breasts, resting his hand on your cheek, in complete contrast to the fury he felt sucking you off a few minutes ago. — I'm drunk because of you, damn it. He drinks more of the drink, offering it to you, who shakes her head, scraping her foot against his pants, feeling your excitement. And your laugh rises, as you pick up the phone forgotten by your side. You pull his body towards you, feeling him play with your nipples, laying your head on his sternum. When you dial a number, your hand goes to the back of his neck, keeping him still. — I want the ingredients to make the Spanish drink in suite 501. — He makes a move to get up, but continues kissing your pink bud. — Except for the condensed milk, I… — You look down, and Clay returns your cheeky look, his foot pinching your member, making you bite your tongue and moan. — I already have what I need. — He stands up, holding your face. Glazed like a dog on hunting day. — Thank you. When the call ends, he pulls you into another kiss, the taste of lemon explodes in your mouth, as well as the undeniable taste of Clay. — Are you going to try all the drinks? — He asks, biting your ear slowly, and pulling you to the floor. Holding your body close to his own. — Wait for the sun to come up so you can go… please. — He begs with doe eyes, big and loving. And you simply smile as you say: — I have a tolerance for alcohol, and you Clay? — He smiles cynically, approaching you again. — I have all night.

Lady Ana Schmidt

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I need young!Clayton Beresford to be my high school lover. That's a craving not a crush.

(Btw how are you my loveeee? Hope ur doing fine💋)

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I NEED HIM AND SCOTT BARRINGER AS MY HIGH SCHOOL LOVER. but like imagine, Clay is super rich and he knows it, he's be all over you, literally spoiling you with things you dont even need. He'd be a bit shy with you but after some times together he's very playful and caring. Always kissing your forehead, studying together, holding your hand, the perfect man. (He has so much respect for you too)

I'm fine, but tomorrow I have a debate in English class and it's stressing me out cuz my life philosophy is literally to not study and pray to pass. 🙂‍↕️