#f/x clayton

[diltonsstrangescience]

I kind of went overboard playing with this picrew.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Clayton beresford x Female hockey player headcanons? Please and thank you!

CLAYTON BERESFORD X F!HOCKEY PLAYER HEADCANONS ⛸️

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. THIS IS AWFULLY SHORT FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME

Author's note: I was never really interested in hockey so it was new to make. Although I hope I got everything, and if I made a mistake, please accept my dearest apologies. Also I got A LOT Clayton requests and wow..you guys are the best

Clayton Beresford who spotted you at the hockey game;

Clayton never imagined he'd find himself at a hockey game, let alone a women’s hockey match. His close friend had practically dragged him along, insisting he come to support his girlfriend, who played for the local team. Clayton agreed, more out of loyalty to his friend than any real interest in the sport.

The game was intense, fast-paced, and full of energy—much more exciting than Clayton had expected. But it wasn’t the speed of the players or the roar of the crowd that caught his attention; it was you. First, he caught a glimpse of your eyes.. somehow..and he felt something he for the long time had not felt at all. A fluttering feeling escaped through his body, unlocking the almost forgotten cell to butterflies that made him feel nervous with a deep hint of excitement

Gosh, he was there before and it didn't end well. He promised himself to stay away from women...yet he couldn't help this. He felt powerless to the feeling. His jaw tightened

He was a damn CEO, Clayton Beresford..yet he couldn't control his feelings..

"Nice game, huh?" His friend broke him out of his thoughts with a gathering pack of his cigarettes to the woman's disgust at their left

"Sir, you can not smoke in here" she said as the man hold back an eye roll

Clayton Beresford who the same night was introduced to you by his friend;

After the game, Clayton couldn’t shake the image of you from his mind. As fate would have it, his friend introduced him to the team after the game. When it was your turn to shake his hand, Clayton was momentarily lost for words. Up close, you were even more impressive—strong, yet approachable, with a warmth in your eyes that contrasted with the fierce competitor he’d seen on the ice.

“You played an incredible game,” he finally managed to say, surprised by how genuinely he meant it. Although he made sure to tear his gaze away from you and quickly scann all the girls from your team, so it would look like he's talking about them all

“Thank you” you replied with a smile, feeling a weird fluttering in your chest

Gosh, you were there before..he's just a random man that happened to just squeeze your hand a bit too long and have this extremely handsome fa-- no, you promised yourself to never look at another man after things with Luca..you can't just fall for any other guy that just wanted to congratulate your team..you're better than that, y/n

Clayton Beresford who over the next few weeks, found excuses to attend more games. Each time, he stayed a little longer after the match, hoping for a chance to talk to you. And each time, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him again. There was something about him—his quiet confidence, his genuine interest in you as a person, not just as an athlete—that drew you in. Your conversations started simple, about the game or mutual friends, but soon they became more personal. Clayton was different from the usual crowd you attracted—more thoughtful, more introspective. He wasn’t intimidated by your success or your passion for hockey. Instead, he admired it, and that admiration slowly turned into something deeper.

Clayton Beresford who invited you to dinner (aka date) after months of relationship (just because he wasn't sure to trust you after an experience with Sam)

Clayton Beresford who after months of dating asked you to move to his penthouse

Clayton Beresford who was your number one, biggest fan. Always tried to appear at your every game and if he couldn't, which was very rare, he watched it on his computer during his work

Clayton Beresford who learned to love hockey, not just because of you, but because he saw how much it meant to you. And you, in turn, found yourself drawn into his world, supporting his endeavors with the same passion he showed for your career.

Clayton Beresford whose gentle, nurturing nature was the perfect counterbalance to your fiery determination on ice. He admired your determination and strength, while you appreciated his thoughtfulness and stability.

Clayton Beresford who had with you a special game-day ritual. Before every match, Clayton (sometimes..but often) made love to you in hotel room..just a quick stress reveal session;

Clay's lips devour yours, hungrily returning the passionate kiss as he presses you against the wall, his hands wandering your body possessively "you're gonna play good for me, right baby?"

"mhm--wanna make you proud"

Clay's lips trail down your throat, leaving a trail of fiery kisses, when he murmurs against your skin "I will be, I promise... just give me everything you've got...but I'm already the proudest I could be" his tone breathless

You grabbed his curls, pulling on them slightly as he thrusted into your tight entrance in and out

He groaned so sinfully after deepened kiss, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts deeper, hitting that sweet spot "you'll make me so proud, baby. my perfect little athlete..."

His words did not help with overtaking feeling you felt that made you almost surrender to it to the point your eyes closed

his hips snapping against yours with a fierce intensity "open your eyes, baby... I want to see those pretty eyes when you come undone for me..."

"its--its hard--"

He smirks against your lips, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he reaches around and grabs your ass, pulling you closer to him "i know..but look at me, baby... I need to see those pretty eyes"

he lets out a low groan as he feels you give in to him, his hips never stopped moving as he continues driving into you "yes, baby-fuck, just like that...ya can feel how close you're making me feel, hm?"

just as you were about to speak, clay covers your mouth with his hand, his thumb pressing against your plump, almost swollen lower lip "shhh, baby...save it for when I tell you to scream."

Clayton Beresford who, after particularly tough games, takes charge of your recovery at home. He’ll run a hot bath, prepare a meal, and make sure you get a massage to ease your muscles.

Clayton Beresford who is your emotional anchor when things get intense or when the pressure gets too much

Clayton Beresford who often works out with you (mostly in the mornings). Whether it’s hitting the gym or going for runs. Although not always he wants to, his more of a guy who could sleep all day and waking up around 6am only to exercise is..not really pleasing for him

Clayton Beresford who has accepted this part of your life where you love the cold and winter sports. For him it wasn't so shocking (although he prefers more warm weather). But still, you two often go on winter getaways to ski resorts, where you spend time skiing, snowboarding, and enjoying cozy evenings by the fireplace.

Clayton Beresford who's there for you during recovery (when you're injured and etc). He's really helping you to stay positive during this time and ensuring you have everything you need

Clayton Beresford who often took you out for small (or bigger) dates in your both free schedule

Clayton Beresford who absolutely loved to tease you about most of the things

Clayton Beresford who often searched comfort in your presence

Clayton Beresford who once surprised you with custom-made hockey gear. He collaborated with a designer to create equipment that was not only high-quality but also personalized with little details that meant something to both of you—like your initials intertwined with his, or a small symbol representing your relationship engraved on the inside.

Clayton Beresford who has a special tradition for celebrating your victories. After every big win, he takes you to your favorite spot in the city—whether it’s a cozy café, a scenic overlook, or a hidden gem of a restaurant—where you can relax and bask in the glow of your success together. And if your team lose, he tries to keep you positive, not overthink it much and focus on what's important.

Clayton Beresford who is a soft dom (obviously) however he loves watching you ride him. Struggling sometimes to accommodate his thick member in your tight core

Clayton Beresford who you visit on random days at his workplace out of boredom

Clayton Beresford who proudly wears the jersey with your number during games

Clayton Beresford who often got irritated at paparazzi that usually follow you two when you're in public, as people that just want to spend time with each other outside the shared walls

Clayton Beresford who saw you create a memory box filled with mementos from relationship with him—ticket stubs from your first game, photos, small gifts you’ve given each other, and even a few of those pre-game pep talk notes.

Clayton Beresford who's really on making expensive vacation in only high-quality places

Clayton Beresford who bought you expensive gifts

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[chukys-mouthguard]

Don’t Be a Scrooge

day 4 of the 2024 NHL advent calendar 🎄

-> 1.7k words

genre -> angst/fluff

featuring -> clayton keller x female reader

summary -> when one of your social media challenges for the utah hockey club gets on clayton’s last nerve, he finds himself working to pull off a christmas miracle to make it up to you

Just one guy left, you thought to yourself as you reset the materials for the latest challenge you were putting the team through. The gingerbread house making was a bit too messy of a cleanup, so you opted for something simple: gift wrapping.

How hard could this group of guys actually make wrapping gifts?

As you grabbed a gift from the table of toys that had been donated at a recent home game, Clayton walked in the room with a nervous smile.

“And what the heck are we up to today?”

He set his water bottle down as he found his place at the table in front of the cameras. His eyes scanned all the materials as you handed him the gift he would be wrapping.

“Easy challenge today, wrapping a gift.”

You smiled as he took the toy from you, shaking his head as he clearly knew something you didn’t in regards to his wrapping skills.

“This is gonna be fun…”

His voice trailed off as he waited for the cameras to roll and further instruction to be given.

“Okay Clayton, we are giving you five minutes to wrap this gift. You can use any of the materials on the table. Are you ready?”

“No.”

He laughed as you rolled your eyes, Clayton was never the biggest fan of the social media challenges and games you put him through, but he always pushed through anyways.

“Too bad. Go!”

You started a timer on your phone as Clayton frantically reached for the wrapping paper, immediately unraveling too much of the material and regretting that decision.

“Oh god, um, crap.”

You laughed knowing Clayton wanted to drop an f bomb or two, enjoying his struggle a bit too much as he tried holding the paper to the gift while he searched the table for tape.

“Two minutes left Clayton.”

He groaned as he began wrapping the paper around the gift haphazardly, ripping pieces of tape and slapping them onto the gift as an attempt to hold things together.

“Sixty seconds!”

You watched as Clayton immediately became flustered, an angered look on his face as he slammed his hands on the table in defeat as you called time. A sigh left his lips as you asked him to show the present to the camera, revealing his awful wrapping skills.

“Can we be done with this?”

His tone was harsh as he looked at you, practically begging to cut the cameras.

“Okay guys, cut. That’s a wrap for today.”

Clayton dropped the gift to the table as he quickly made his way out of the room to head off for practice.

“Shit is so stupid…who comes up with these dumb challenges?”

You hung your head hearing him spit out such things, taking it to heart though you knew you shouldn’t. Clayton never having been of fan of the social media extracurriculars. But it still heart knowing it was your idea for the gift wrapping and he hated every second of it.

It wasn’t a secret among the staff, and some of Clayton’s teammates that you’d always had a soft spot for him. But you did your best to hide it from him, especially since he wasn’t always thrilled when he came around knowing you were probably going to be putting him through something silly or ridiculous.

“Hey, there he is! How’d you do?”

Nick Schmaltz called out as Clayton entered the locker room to get ready for practice. Clayton simply rolled his eyes as he took a seat in his stall.

“Shit is so stupid, who keeps coming up with these ideas? First gingerbread house making, now gift wrapping. So annoying.”

Nick motioned for Clayton to keep quiet, as he hadn’t noticed that you entered the locker room having heard all of Clayton’s comments.

“What?”

Clayton turned to find you standing there, holding out his phone for him. A somewhat somber look on your face as he took it from your hand.

“Thanks.”

“You know if you didn’t want to participate in the stupid social media shit, no one is forcing you. It’s all optional.”

Clayton stood confused by your annoyed tone as you quickly left the locker room, shaking his head as he tossed his phone into his stall.

“Boy you did it this time Clayton.”

“Huh?”

“You realize y/n is the one who comes up with all the challenges and stuff you called stupid. Guarantee she doesn’t feature you for at least two weeks after that.”

Nick shook his head as he grabbed his foam roller to go stretch before practice, Clayton immediately cursing himself for being so stupid. He should have known you were involved in creating those challenges, and he never should have said the comments he did. Feeling awful that he’d clearly hurt your feelings, knowing he had to make up for being such a dick.

“Wait Nick, holdup!”

Clayton ran after his teammate, joining him for stretching as he tried to come up with a plan for fixing his fuck up.

“You got y/n for the secret santa right?”

“Yeah? Why?”

Entering the ballroom, you smiled wide at the amazing turnout for the first ever Utah Hockey Club Holiday Fundraiser. The room was decorated super festive, and players were scattered around taking advantage of all the opportunities to bond with children that were attending from the local children’s hospital.

Immediately you pulled out your phone to begin gathering content for the social media pages; photos and videos galore as you stumbled upon Clayton.

He was helping a young boy decorate a gingerbread house, a funny coincidence after his outburst earlier where he mentioned hating that challenge you’d given the guys.

You tried to go unnoticed as you took some pictures and video, but you couldn’t help the smile on your face seeing the interaction.

“Ugh, this is so stupid!”

The young boy groaned in frustration as the walls to the gingerbread house collapsed, all of his work being erased immediately. Clayton didn’t hesitate to step in and try to help quickly rectify things, despite the boy pushing the house away in anger.

“Hey hey, it’s okay man! Look, sometimes things are gonna be difficult. And we might not always enjoy them, simply because we aren’t good at them, or they aren’t easy. But that’s no reason to get angry right? That’s no reason to give up just because it gets tough. Let’s try again, and maybe we use some of these things to help hold the house together, how does that sound?”

You weren’t sure if that speech was Clayton’s way of trying to apologize to you, or him just acknowledging his actions from earlier. But either way, it meant a lot to see the interaction and how he worked to turn the young boy’s attitude around.

Clayton watched you head off into the crowd, happy that you’d gotten to see his interaction with the young fan. Hoping that it was a start at making up for his outburst over your social media challenges.

As soon as he wrapped up with the young fan, he knew he had to come find you, a further apology definitely necessary.

“Y/n, hey! Can I steal you for a second?”

Clayton pulled you outside of the ballroom, immediately nervous as he didn’t know how to apologize. Having felt stupid all day for saying things he didn’t mean solely because he wasn’t good at the challenges.

“Look, I should’ve never said those things. It was dumb of me to have such a childish outburst solely because I couldn’t wrap a fucking present. I should’ve known you had a say in the challenges, and I didn’t mean anything I said. I’m really sorry.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he was apologizing, the wringing of his hands and swaying back and forth only making it cuter how he was trying hard to say the right thing.

“I appreciate it, I do. I shouldn’t have been so hurt by what you said, but, your opinions just mean a little more to me I guess. And it hurt that you felt so strongly about everything.”

“I’ve started to realize that, especially because your feelings mean a lot to me. And seeing how I’d hurt you, made me feel awful. So, hopefully this will also make up for my stupidity.”

Clayton pulled a small box from his pocket, wrapped with a bright red bow as he smiled at you.

“What’s this?”

You tried to hide the blush that was creeping on your cheeks, taking the box from his hand as you slowly opened it to reveal a gold chain necklace with ‘Utah’ written in script. You looked at Clayton with a slight frown, the gift meaning so much as you’d told Clayton your favorite everyday gold chain necklace had broken a few weeks ago. Not thinking he would’ve ever taken it upon himself to replace it for you.

“This is really special Clayton, thank you! But, why? Just because?”

He awkwardly rubbed his neck as he shrugged.

“I, actually had you for secret santa.”

“Really?”

You tried hide your laughter, little did Clayton know you’d caught him in a lie. But you figured this was his way of trying to make sure he could apologize and make up for everything.

“Yeah, I know you aren’t supposed to tell who you get, but I felt it was appropriate considering.”

Nodding your head he caught on to your giggling, a confused look on his face as he wasn’t sure what joke he was clearly missing.

“What? You don’t like it?”

“No! I love it! It’s just, I know you didn’t have me in secret santa….you switched with Nick didn’t you?”

His face turned red as he didn’t know what to say, of course you were in charge of secret santa because why wouldn’t you be? He should’ve known that this plan wouldn’t go over seamlessly.

“Dammit, I can’t get anything past you can I?”

“You do realize that you could’ve just given me the gift regardless right?”

“Well now that you mention it I very much realize that, but, look I’m sorry! I just couldn’t have you being mad at me. I like you too much.”

He smiled at you as you tucked the gift box into your bag, the two of you needing to get back to the fundraiser.

“We’ll see how much you like me when you see what challenge I have boys doing next week!”

[sweetdispatch]

Friends don't do that - C. Keller

pairing: Clayton Keller x fem!reader

summary: She and Clayton are friends who sometimes have sex but he got jealous when she said that she's having a date

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), oral (f receiving), swearing

words: 2.0k

note: thank you lovely @cailinsblog for the request! hope you like it❤️

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Clayton invited her to his place because he had news to tell her. She promised that she'll get there as soon as she can. They haven't been dating but still, she was huge part of his life. The minute she entered his house, Clayton was all over her.

She hadn't got a chance to take off her jacket and shoes when he started kissing her. She tried to stop him but he didn’t want to. He picked her up, going to his bedroom. He gently placed her on bed and started to undress her. 

“What’s gotten into you?” She asked him, laying naked in his bed and waiting for him. She was taken aback at his affection. 

“They named me a new captain and I want to celebrate this with you”. Clayton casually said while taking off his clothes. 

“Congratulations, you deserve it”. She pulled him to another kiss. 

Clayton went to a drawer to take a condom while she was playing with his dick to make him ready. Then, he grabbed her by her hips and positioned her like he wanted it. He entered her without any warning. She moaned, the pain soon turned to pleasure. He waited for a green light from her. When she nodded her head, he started moving inside of her.

At first, his moves were slow but when she moaned “Oh captain”, Clayton lost it. His thrusts became hectic. He found a perfect tempo for both of them. She lost in a moment. He never fucked her so hard like now. Sound of their bodies clapping against each other was heard in the whole bedroom. She was screaming from pleasure and he loved the control he had over her body. 

Clayton manhandled her so she had her ass in the air and her face pressed into the mattress. Again, he pushed into her harshly and fucked her even harder, spanking her ass. She loved the side of him when he was doing whatever he wanted with her body, like she was just his sex doll. When he felt, she’s close to release, he pulled her by her hair. Her backs were against his chest and he placed his hand on her clit, rubbing it. 

She was moaning his name like a mantra. After a couple more thrusts, she cum around him. Clayton hadn’t stopped. He fucked her through her orgasm searching for his release. When he finally hit his climax, pushed her on the bed so she could lay down. She turned on her backs. He pulled off his dick out of here and went to throw the condom to the trash in the bathroom. He saw her when she trying to catch a breath. 

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, concerned. 

“Yeah… You were incredible”. She looked at him and started getting out of the bed. 

“Where are you going?” 

“I have to get back home because I have a date later”. She said while picking up her clothes.

“You have a date?”. He asked surprised. They haven’t been dating because Clayton wanted to focus on hockey but when he heard that… It makes him jealous.

“Yes, I have a date. My friends set me up with some guy”. She laughed, putting her clothes back on her body.

“Do you have to go? We can stay here and order some food”. He hoped that she would change her plans. 

“Sorry but I have to go”. She kissed him and left. 

Clayton was pissed. He knew that she could go on dates but it still hurt him that she might find someone and forget about him. It made him realised that he’s in love with her and a dumb mistake by saying that he doesn’t want a relationship. She deserves to be happy and he would hope that he will be lucky to make her this way. He went to take a shower and prayed that her date would go badly. 

Around midnight, Clayton heard knocking on the door. Surprised at who’s knocking at the door at this hour, he went to check it. He hadn’t expected to see her in tears in front of him. Immediately, he pulled her into his warm embrace and let her cry into his shoulders. When she finally calmed down, he went with her to the living room. He didn’t say a word, waiting for her to talk.

“He was terrible. Only thing he was doing the whole date was talking about himself”. She sobbed. “I tried to get into words but he didn’t care. It was all about him”.

“Sorry to hear that. You deserve someone better than this dick”. He said sadly but deep down, he was happy that there won’t be a second date. 

“But you know what was the worst? You know, after a meal I like to eat something sweet like a cookie or ice cream, so I wanted to order a piece of cake but he said that I already ate enough and I don’t need more. I never felt so humiliated”. She cried at this memory, hiding face in her hands.

Now, Clayton was fuming. How could anyone say something like that? He knew her habit of always ending a day with something sweet and it broke his heart. He stood up and went to the kitchen. He opened a freezer and took out ice cream to give it to her. Ironically, he had her favorite ones. 

“Here. No guy will tell you to change your habits because he wants it. If he went that low with this comment, he didn't deserve you in the first place”. He sat next to her, placing his hand on her thigh. “Do you need anything else?”

“Can I… Can I stay the night at yours? I don’t feel like coming back home”.

“Of course, it would be my pleasure to host you”. He joked. 

They sat quietly when she was eating the ice cream. When she was done, she stood up to drop it into trash and wash her spoon. Clayton looked at her from the couch. He could have this view every day. He knew he had to react and tell her how he felt before she went on another date with a different asshole. 

She went to the bathroom to take a shower. Clayton sneaked in and placed his clothes for her to dress up on the sink. Then he left and laid in the bed, waiting for her. After half an hour, she returned, thanking him for the clothes and saying goodnight. He was surprised when he saw her leaving his bedroom.

“Where are you going?” 

“I know you have practice tomorrow so I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom so as not to interrupt you during the night”. She answered like it was the most obvious thing.

“No, you’re staying here with me”. She opened her mouth to say something but he interrupted her. “Place your pretty ass here or I’m gonna do it”.

She obeyed. She laid in the bed next to him. Clayton pulled her so her head was resting on his chest. They drifted to sleep in a moment. When he woke up, she wasn’t next to him. For a minute, he thought it all was a dream until he heard noises from the kitchen. He stood up and went there.

“Hey, smells nice”. He said with a raspy voice.

“Oh hi. Hope I haven’t woken you up”. 

“It’s fine. What are you making?”

“I thought I’ll make you some breakfast as a thank you from crashing at your place”. She said and turned off the stove. She grabbed plates with prepared food and handed him one. 

“You know, you didn’t had to do it. I was willing to help”. He said and started eating. 

“I know but I wanted to”. 

They haven’t said anything and just ate in peace and quiet. It’s not that Clayton didn’t want to talk with her. He tried to collect all his thoughts before having a conversation with her about what they are. He was scared to confront her about it, knowing it’s his fault that their relationship was based just on sex. When they ate, she grabbed their plates and went to the kitchen to clean up. He followed her there.

“I have a question”. He started.

“Okay, hit me up”.

“What are we?” He asked, not knowing what else to say. She turned to face him and looked at him shocked.

“Well, we are just friends who had sex”. She shrugged her shoulders.

“That's bullshit and you know it”. He doesn’t know why he reacted this way when she used the word ‘friends’.

“Then enlighten me Clayton because if I remember correctly, you are the one who wanted to be friends and not a couple”. She put her hands on her hips. She got irritated at him.

“Friends don’t do shit like we do. Friends don’t kiss every time they are together. Yes, I said I just want sex but I regret this okay. I’m in love with you and I want you as my girlfriend, not a friend that I fuck when I’m horny”. She froze on the spot when she heard the three words. She hadn’t expected him to love her. It was a bizarre feeling. Yes, she loved him too but his outburst was weird.

“Wait… Where is this coming from? Are you jealous that I went on a date? This made you realise that you love me?” She had so many questions but so little answers.

“Yes. When you said you have a date… something broke in me. Our whole relationship looked for me like we are a couple but without labels and when you went out to meet this idiot, I knew that I should ask you to be mine earlier. I know I said that I want to focus on hockey but you…” He went to her and grabbed her waist. “You are as important as hockey to me, so would you like to be my girlfriend?” He asked, not knowing how she’s gonna react to his question. She looked him in the eyes and kissed him.

“You lucky I love you too. I would love to be your girlfriend”. He smiled and kissed her again. He picked her up and she put her legs on his waist.

“We have another thing to celebrate beautiful”. He said and kissed her, placing her on the kitchen island. He forced her to lay on the counter and took off her panties. He spread her legs apart and played with her pussy with his fingers. 

“Stop teasing and do something”. She begged him, tired of him taking all the time with her. Clayton laughed at her desperation. He kneeled and started kissing her inner thighs. He licked her clit and started eating her out. She was moaning and her hands fell into his hair pulling them slightly. He ate her like he was a starved man. 

She loved having his lips on her pussy. She could swear, Clayton was the best guy she ever had sex with. He was always giving her the most mind blowing orgasm. She started breathing heavily, feeling that she’s gonna reach her high soon. He decided to help her and put two fingers inside of her while still licking her clit. 

“Don’t hold it baby, just let it go”. He encouraged her and in that moment, she screamed his name. Clayton was the happiest that he’s the only person that made her cum so hard. She was trying to catch her breath when he stood up and kissed her. She deepened her kiss but he stopped her. 

“Sadly, I have to leave you but when I get back, we’ll start from where we finished”. He placed a kiss on her forehead and went to the bedroom to get ready for training. She jumped off the counter and followed him. She grabbed her clothes to take a shower when he pulled her to his chest and kissed her deeply. “I love you, see you in a few hours”. 

[justreblogginfics]

I just love this! 🥹

Angel is definitely the type of guy to do this with and for, I love how you wrote this! I was so into it that I got mad at Bishop myself 🤣🤣🤣

I just love how you write for Mayans, I hope you write more for Angel and the reader like this! It’s so cute!

(And can I say that this is probably my favorite gif of Angel? 🥰🥰🥰)

Beach Day

Angel Reyes x F!Reader (EZ Reyes & F!Reader) From these August Prompts: "Sand gets everywhere." & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Beach Day Word Count: 2k Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst, cursing. Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie

“I cannot wait to just lay out on the beach all day,” your voice broke the silence in the car. 

You were currently going into hour 2 of your road trip down to the Tijuana Beach with a group of the Mayan boys. It was an annual trip that started about 5 years ago. It was nice for them to take a break from club things and for you to finally get some vacation time in with your boyfriend, who at the moment seemed less than thrilled. 

You glanced over at Angel who had a serious facial expression on display for the entire car ride as he drove down to the usual beach house you rented. 

“If you want we can pull over and I can drive us the rest of the way?” You offered up something that maybe would alleviate whatever was going on in his head. 

“Nah, I’m good.” He shook his head, keeping his right hand on the wheel while his left hung out the window. 

You glanced back at EZ, hoping that maybe he would offer some type of explanation of why his brother, your boyfriend, was acting the way he was. EZ’s head tilted as he shrugged indicating he didn't know what was going on with his older brother. To break the tension that Angel kept alive and well in the car, you turned in the passenger seat so you could look back at EZ and talk with him. 

“So, tell me. What have you been up to? I hear you’ve had a girl around. I want to know everyyyyything.” You carried out the last word to come off less strong. You never liked to pry with EZ but you liked being in the know of what was happening in each of the guys’ personal lives.

His smile filled his face as he looked down. You could have even swore he blushed a little, too. “It’s nothing.” He spoke through his grin. 

You smiled back, for the trauma each of the Reyes men had gone through they all sure had the most contagious smiles. “EZ, come on. It’s me, just give me something. A name? Her favorite color? I’ll take anything.” You begged for him to drop a crumb of information. 

“Sofía. And I think she likes yellow.” He mocked you while still giving you the details you were dying for. 

“Tell her to come to the beach house.” It was said nonchalantly as to not apply pressure and went to grab a snack from your backpack. 

“It’s new, not sure if I’m ready to put her through your beach house screening test just yet.” EZ laughed. 

You waved him off, “Ugh, you know that’s only for the two idiots in the van behind us.” Referring to Coco and Gilly you waved your hand in the air. “They would bring those weird guys from the Yuma charter if they could, and I fucking hate those guys. Which is why they have to run their plus one’s past me. Now you EZ, I trust,” you handed him one of the snacks you grabbed and then one to Angel, “BUT, I digress. You bring her around when you’re ready.” 

The remainder of the car ride went by fast, it helped that Coco and Gilly had pulled up next to the truck and baited Angel into racing, you normally would have put some type of discourse up but it seemed to lighten Angel’s mood a bit so you let them have their fun. 

The beach house was perfect, in fact, it was one of your favorite places in the world. Once you found it online all those years ago, there was no way you were going to book any other house along the Mexican coast ever again. It was right on the beach, the front porch of the house led right onto the sand, which might as well have been private since only a handful of people ever walked by or shared the space with you. 

It was still early enough in the day that the group of you could get in some beach time. You already had your suit on so you just grabbed a chair and your book, announcing your plans as you exited the house after claiming bedrooms and settling your stuff down. 

“I’ll be on the beach, feel free to join me!” 

Just as you sat down in the beach chair and leaned back, you could hear the complaints from the eldest Reyes grow louder and louder as he got closer to your spot on the beach. 

“Fuckin’ hot out here. And there’s fuckin’ sand everywhere. I got sand everywhere,” he mumbled as he threw his towel down next to you. 

“Do you want to sit in the chair? I’ll take the towel?” You offered a semi-solution to his grievances. 

He stared at you, he wanted to snap, but when his eyes met yours he calmed for a moment, he wasn’t mad at you, in fact he had been excited for this trip, he loved that you did this every year not only for him but the guys too. There had just been so much shit happening at the club lately and of course right before they left Bishop had told them they were all on call. It was why they took the two cars in the first place, that and because three years ago they were in the situation where something with the club popped up and they had to all leave early since there was only one car, and you were NOT going to have that ever happen again. 

“Angel?” The sunglasses were now sliding down your nose as you looked at him getting lost in whatever frozen state he was in. 

He bent down and gave you a light peck on the lips. “I’m good. I’m gonna go in the water.” 

You watched him dive into the ocean, you would have accompanied him but you knew he needed some time, some space. While you weren��t privy to club business, you weren’t oblivious to the fact that things had been tense. You also knew that Angel had very little emotional awareness and wasn’t exactly able to open up about things so easily, which you accepted, you wouldn’t have been with him for 5 years if you didn’t, but you knew you had to let him work through his own shit if you didn’t want to push him away. 

EZ had soon joined next to you, placing a cooler to the left of your chair and offering you a beer from it. 

You cheered him and took a long sip. You closed your eyes as the cold liquid traveled down and cooled down your entire body for less than a second. A sigh escaped from your mouth and you opened your eyes as you sunk into the beach chair. 

“Been waitin’ for that moment?” EZ was grinning. 

Before you could answer you heard the yells and shortly after you felt the sand grains being pelted against your skin as Coco and Gilly ran down passed you and right into the water. 

“Moment ruined.” You laughed, placing your beer in the cup holder and EZ got ready to join them. 

“Hey EZ,” you called to him before he took a step farther. 

“Sup?” he turned to you with ease, squinting from the sun beaming into his eyes. 

“Is Angel okay?” You asked, not really knowing what to expect in an answer. 

His head turned to look at his brother who was now bullshitting with the guys, he knew what you were asking, he could have taken the easy route and been like ‘yea, look at him!’ and just ignored what you really meant but he knew you were asking because of genuine concern.

“Things are rocky at the club right now.” He chose his words carefully, “things are rocky for him at the club right now. I think this will be good for him, a break from it all.” 

Looking out at him having a good time with the guys, you nodded at EZ’s words, it was the best explanation you were gonna get and you appreciated him for giving you some sort of reasoning behind it all. With a deep sigh, your eyes moved back to the younger Reyes brother and you thanked him before he made his way to the ocean. 

You let them have their fun for a bit as you soaked up the sun and finished a few beers. At some point you nodded off for a few minutes, not for very long but when you woke up, you realized you were starting to sweat. The boys had seemed to calm down from their normal antics and were just wading in the water now.  

After taking off your flip flops and dredging through the sand, you made it to the water. First, you let the water ease up to your toes, it was warm, another reason you chose this spot every year, it was perfect. 

A breath released from your mouth as the water reached your feet again, one you didn’t even know was stuck somewhere in your gut probably along with the anxiety and stress of whatever Angel was going through, too bad that didn’t find its way out. But you stared at him just floating in the water and decided despite either of yours anxiety, you’d make the most of this trip. 

Swimming out to him, you enjoyed every second of being in the water, the sun beaming down, the teal color of the water allowing you to see down to the bottom with ease. Reaching Angel, your hands moved up his bare chest as he moved from horizontal to vertical in the water. 

“Hey.” You spoke at a whisper, his hands moved up and down your back as yours found their way to rest over his shoulders. He was standing now on the bottom of the ocean floor, which allowed you to wrap your legs around him and let the water hold you both up. 

“You fell asleep.” His hand moved up to touch your face, which was pretty hot from the sun rays beating down on it. 

“I did.” You chuckled and moved to hug him. 

“This is nice.” He let out a breath similar to what you did when you entered the water. You knew there was more he was holding in still but there was some relief knowing that some tension was gone. 

Before either of you could say anything else, Gilly was speaking up from the shoreline. You weren’t exactly sure when any of them got out, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was what Gilly was saying. 

“Yo!!! Bish called, shit went down, we gotta head back!” He was disappointed, he had Coco standing next to him who looked equally pissed off. 

EZ was closer to shore than you and Angel but was still in the water. He looked back at you two before heading back to shore. 

You felt the tension in Angel’s shoulders build back up, nothing a deep breath or hug could fix. Instead of fixing it, you just pressed your forehead to his. “We have this for a week, go do whatever you gotta do for Bish and come back, and if it lasts the full week, when things slow down at the club, I’ll book it again for just us two.” It was your version of making things work. 

Angel’s eyes were closed as he spoke. “I don’t know if things will ever slow down at the club.” 

There wasn’t much you could say to that, but after a few seconds of thought mixed with a little of your own frustration, you cupped Angel’s face in your hands. 

“Then I’ll bring the beach to you, we’ll get a pool and I’ll dye it fuckin’ teal and I’ll bring home a tub of sand.” 

Angel let out a laugh, it was the first time you heard him laugh like that in well, weeks. “Let’s just stick with the pool and leave the sand.” 

“Sand gets everywhere.” You nodded and laughed along with him. 

He agreed with you as he chuckled. “That shit gets everywhere.” 

[kitysims3]

More Weston College students CAS ~ Black Butler x Sims

More Black Butler - Public School Arc inspired Sims!

This time we have Cheslock (white haired punk/vkei vibes guy), Edward (shorter blond hair handsome guy) , Maurice (lil bastard with a croissant hair), Clayton (your typical scholar but give him a mom hair) & Joanne (adorable lil guy by the end of the video who's not in the cover cause I wanted the og drudges* and even if Maurice have that awful personality of his, he gives mean girls vibes, can't help... but I'll make sure to bring more Joanne pics to makeup for this!)

I'd love to make either a building/tour or some sort of machinima for the next video... that will take time (and more free space on PC :c) but it will sure be under Black Butler theme, the current hype brings back so many memories of reading it with my cat on my lap over a decade ago... *sighs*

* note: not using f** word cause it might be misunderstood don't cancel me pls. Drudges or f**s exist in the context of British boarding schools where fagging a.k.a. prefect-drudge system was a practice where pupils acted as personal servants to the eldest boys, executing chores and reinforcing hierarchy / explaining that to the ones outside of the bubble, if you're a kurofan bet you also giggled in that part of the manga lol)

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Thanks for the tag @arendaes ! this might get long...

Rules: Pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

F - Fire Drills by Dessa

A - Adam Raised A Cain by Bruce Springsteen

N - Nobodys Winning Here by Autonomads

T - Town Called Malice by The Jam

A - Art-I-Ficial by the X-Ray Spex

S - Saturday Night by The Noisettes

T - Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

I - I Am a Poseur by X-Ray Spex

C - Celebrate The Bullet by The Selecter

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M - Million Years Ago by Adele

R - Rat Race by The Specials

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C - Cherry Bomb by The Runaways

O - Owner of a Lonely Heart by Yes

R - Red Right Hand by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

V - Volatile Times - Clayton Worbeck Mix by IAMX

I - Irreverent by Inner Terrestrials

D - Do You Believe? by The Hedgerow Crawlers

no pressure tags of the top of my head: @i-know-how-my-story-ends @kaleido-scope-lady @buds-and-baubles @chaosteddybear @ariaofsorrows and you if you want to do this

[blood-red-ocean]

BloodRedOcean Masterlist

All of my works, finished and unfinished, compiled in one place for easy navigation! I am also now taking requests, the guidelines are at the bottom of the masterlist. Enjoy!

Larger Works (AO3)

Desires of Dimitrescu (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - updated every weekend. First Chapter | Current Chapter

Not Your Typical Love Story (Dead by Daylight, F/F, Anna/Reader) - now updated every two weeks. First Chapter | Current Chapter

You're A Murderer (I Can't Stay Away) (Dead By Daylight, F/F, Sally/Amanda) - on hiatus. First Chapter |

Smaller Works (Tumblr)

The Things We Do For Love (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - updated sporadically. Part One | Part Two | TBC

New Year at the Castle (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - Here!

Completed Works

Fem!Sal x Reader (Resident Evil) - Here!

Small Thief (Resident Lover, Miranda x Reader) - Here!

Unpublished & Upcoming Works

The Penthouse (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - in progress, to be published on AO3.

Untitled Resident Evil Sitcom Fic - to be published on AO3.

Untitled Miranda Smut (Resident Lover, F/F, Miranda/Reader) - to be published on Tumblr.

Untitled Post-Cassandra Cult Ending Angst (Resident Lover) - to be published on Tumblr.

Requests Queue

Request Guidelines: I mainly write lesbian and nonbinary characters and relationships, however I am open to writing about straight and gay/mlm relationships and characters as well. The characters/franchises I currently write for are as follows (this is a regularly updated list):

Dead By Daylight - Huntress - Nurse - Pig - Artist - Skull Merchant - Plague - Any survivor

Resident Evil - Any character from Resident Evil Village - Jill Valentine - Claire Redfield - Leon Kennedy

Resident Lover - Anybody - Literally anybody

Wednesday - Wednesday Addams - Enid Sinclair - Larissa Weems (currently rewatching Wednesday to get a proper feel for her character)

Haunting of Bly Manor - Dani Clayton - Jamie Taylor - Hannah Grose

If there is somebody you want me to write about who is not on this list, tell me who they are and I'll do my research! I can and will also write about OCs if I'm given a comprehensive description of said OC. Please feel free to send me requests! I love it!

Thank you for reading!

[hawkeyeslaughter]

How about some more math 😏 whats the derivative of f(x)=4x^3

Okay, but seriously, to take your mind off Abyssinia Henry, whats your favorite Henry moment? His funniest joke?

anon im gonna go cowboy on you and make multiple attempts on your life 😊 .

— my favorite henry moment ever of all time is when he’s drunk in for the good of the outfit and general clayton is like “ henry , get me a driver “ and henry’s pulls the golf driver out of the golf bag 😭😭

— my favorite henry joke is in crisis when hawkeye’s like “ what if you start snoring too loud “ ( or smth ) and henry’s like “ just do what my wife does , hold me close . “ but also “ waiting for the birds to cover you with leaves , frank ? “ is just a classic

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Hey thank you for the links! They are working. Werewolf Sykes is sooo cool. And, I love dark fic so I thought the drabble was awesome. Pulling a gun on his s/o? Yeah. He would. His gentle, quiet, dangerous voice...👌👌

I had a dark thought, too. Warning for dub-con. If your family happened to owe Sykes a debt...imagine him demanding you as part of his payment. Promising them that the amount they owe will be reduced if they hand you over. He'll say you'll be working for him, helping with accounting and bookkeeping, that your services will take some of the weight off his shoulders...they can't see any other option but to accept.

He walks to you to his car, whispering silkily into your ear not to worry, all your needs will be taken care of. One of his big, warm hands on the small of your back as you climb into the back seat. Just a hint of a threat in his voice and his imposing size sending a shiver through you. You soon find out that the services he mentioned aren't exactly what you were expecting ;)

That's it. 😁 You must have some Toon Patrol asks then. 😁 I like the Weasels too, Wheezy being my fav. What else do you have asks for? It's ok if you don't want to share- I am just very curious. I have a feeling I'm going to like it here!

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my gosh.

This. This, this, this!!! There's nothing to add, its just- Ughhh, good stuff 👌 XD

Accounting 😏 and Book Keeping 🥰 I see.

And- yes!! I have lots of Toon Patrol asks! ^^ There is some other stuff sprinkled in as well though. Ooh you like Wheezy?? Sameeee XD He is so chill and in control 😏 While also being an unpredictable addict, which is very interesting XD

Here's the list!: (Apart from the OC stuff, the audience for which is basically @marinerainbow and I XD )

Doc and Sheriff from Cars x Reader x Chick Hicks. I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED TO WRITE THIS. I NEED TO SIT MY ASS DOWN AND ENJOY IT, I DUNNO WHY I KEEP PUSHING IT BACK!! @marinerainbow g i f t e d this ask to me, suggesting a reader who's so flirty with Doc and the Sheriff, because she likes them so much <3<3 , but who's getting nowhere with them because she's younger and they're gentlemen who would never 'take advantage' of her- when Chick comes into the picture and starts coming onto reader (He has no problem with the age gap 😅🤣). And she kinda has a moment, like... well, I'm not getting anywhere with the men I w a n t- so I might as well give this guy, who actually w a n t s m e, a chance! Right?? And then suddenly Doc and Sheriff are jealous XD

Another of her gift asks to me as a Professor fucking Callahan one where he treats Student!Menstruating!Reader better then all the other students XDD I c a n n o t believe I haven't written this yet. I guess I just feel guilty writing so much Cal (and Jim and Cruella and Otis- my f/os) 😅😅 The audience is real niche for them 😅😅😅

Horror Villains sorted by Love Language

A few Spotify Wrapped Prompts I still havent done 😅😰 (Maleficent, Psycho Weasel, Greasy Weasel, Inkubus, Clayton, and the Horned King).

Rufus Firefly thoughts! x2

@marinerainbow 's Slasher!Toon Patrol AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x2

Lady Tremaine and Madame Medusa thinking about reader while they're... self caring~ 😏 XD

Which Disney Villains would be up for a threesome with reader?? And with w h i c h other Disney Villains would they be happy to do it with? 😏😏😏

Ex!Freddy Krueger x Reader who's with someone else now but cant stop thinking about him. (God fucking damn him, right?? XD ) I actually have written this, but I made it r e a l self indulgent and the other guys is d e f i n e t l y Jim Bickerman (I mean- I didn't use his name- But I alluded to it XD Reader kinda goes 'J- ' and stops just in time XD ). So i have to rewrite it and make it a bit more ambiguous XD

Pervy Villains (Beetlejuice, Chucky, Freddy, Greasy, Hades (or Jafar. I'm thinking of swapping them), and Offenderman) reacting to noticing reader having a wet dream ~~~

[s1eepingsapphic]

Apparently we aren’t joking, folks…

Friday, November 15th, 2024

Hi friends, this is a (occasional) daily segment where I share with you the most baffling headlines out of the Trump Administration. I will also accompany sources to provide the level of threat and if possible, background on what this means for all of us.

RFK Jr. Appointed to HHS

The Trump Administration appointed Robert F. Kennedy Jr. to oversee the Department of Health and Human Services. As a queer disabled woman myself, it is critical for me to outline the baseless claims and conspiracies that have come from this incompetent man.

Blamed anti-depressants for mass shootings.

Was one of 12 people found most responsible for COVID-19 vaccine misinformation.

Consistently. Claims. That. Vaccines. Cause. Autism. (X) (X)

Suggests chemicals in water make kids gay and/or transgender.

Played part in one of the worst measles outbreaks in recent history.

In an interview with NPR, RFK Jr. said this:

"President Trump has given me three instructions: He wants the corruption and the conflicts out of the regulatory agencies. He wants to return the agencies to the gold standard empirically based, evidence-based science and medicine that they were once famous for. And he wants to end the chronic disease epidemic with measurable impacts on a diminishment of chronic disease within two years."

Updates on Matt Gaetz

Department of Government Efficiency… Needs 2 Leaders

Not only does the “DOGE” need two leaders for this imaginary department to be in good shape, they need people like YOU to volunteer about 80+ hours a week with no pay. C’mon y’all… this is embarrassing and exhausting. Here you go, half-ass coverage for a half-ass administration.

Misc. News

Trump Administration selects Jay Clayton to be US Attorney, despite no experience as a federal prosecutor.

Politico: Trump picks his New York hush money defense lawyers for top spots at DOJ

NPR: Trump picks his lawyer, Todd Blanche, as deputy attorney general

Trump keeps selecting people who already have a job in Congress. Republicans are sweating over maintaining their slim majority.

An Opportunist: Doug Burgum, the same guy who wanted to see “carbon neutrality by 2030” is appointed to Trump’s Interior Secretary. Drill? Baby? Drill?

Dean John Sauer former leading lawyer in Supreme Court in Trump v. United States… picked for US solicitor general.

For the love of Appalachia… we have got to keep our eye on JD Vance. (X)

[anakinstwinklebunny]

SAM MONROE 🖤

SPIDER MAN!ANAKIN

CLAYTON BERESFORD 💲

FUTURE DAD!ANAKIN🍼

MAFIA!ANAKIN

DILF!ANAKIN 🍷

SWEETHEART!ANAKIN 1

SWEETHEART!ANAKIN 2

SWEETHEART!ANAKIN 3

SUGAR DADDY!ANAKIN

HUSBAND/DAD!CLAYTON BERESFORD

JAMES KELLY

DOCTOR!ANAKIN

PETER PAN!ANAKIN

NERD!ANAKIN

CLAYTON BERESFORD X F!HOCKEY PLAYER

DAD!STEPHEN GLASS

EXTROVERT!ANAKIN X SHY!READER

STALKER!NERD!ANAKIN

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN SKYWALKER ⛸️🏒

in works..

You want to request smth? Inbox is open!

[usafphantom2]

F-4N (BuNo 153023) of USMC VMFA-531 Grey Ghosts hooking on USS Coral Sea (CV-43) in April 1980. VMFA-531 was assigned to Carrier Air Wing 14 (CVW-14) aboard Coral Sea deployment to Western Pacific/Indian Ocean November 1979 to 11 June 1980.

credit Cdr. Pete Clayton, USN

@CcibChris via X

[slaasherslut]

Softness Like You

Clayton Spencer OC x reader

Summary: soft love making session with Clayton (@rottent33th's oc), just pure smut no plot lol

Warnings: fem reader, oral (f receiving), mf intercourse, unprotected sex, mentions of murder, creampie

2.5k words

The energy in your shared bedroom with Clay was intense. An evening cuddle after band practice had turned into something more, as it usually did. Sometimes Clay couldn't help but come home from a show or even practice with a bit of an adrenaline spike. Your bodies seemed to radiate a sensual heat that was felt deep in your loins as the make out session between the two of you grew heavier. The sheets below you were a tangled mess, his hands wandered the lovely expanse of your body as he laid over top of you. He held himself up just enough so he could feel your body against his but not crush you. Although you wouldn't have minded either way.

Clay's lips separated from yours much to your dismay. Those feelings soon vanished when he placed a loving kiss to your cheek before cascading down to your jaw, then to your neck. Your hands snuck their way up the old Slipknot shirt he was wearing and trailed over his adorably freckled back, feeling the muscles flex under your fingertips. Clay's own hands began to wander, softly running down your sides before stopping at your hips. He gave the soft flesh a hearty squeeze as his mouth sucked fresh bruises into your now sensitive neck. 

One after the other was shifted downwards, numerous hickeys now littered the skin between your ear and the base of your flushed neck. His hands assisted yours as your shirt was discarded to the floor while a few tender kisses were placed on your shoulder before moving back to your throat, sucking one more deep bruise and moving downward once more. Clay's delicate hands moved under your torso, arching your back to give him room as he unhooked your bra. You couldn't help but blush at the thought of his rough hands. The same hands that had taken human life many times were now ghosting your skin like delicate glass he was too afraid to break. The wetness between your thighs only intensified. If you could squeeze them together to relieve some of the erotic tension that was now pooling in your underwear, you surely would. Although that wasn't possible with Clay’s large body nestled between your legs.

The bra was now tossed haphazardly to the floor, not too far from where your top had landed. His lips cascaded down the middle of your chest. The metal stud just under his lip felt cold in contrast to your quickly warming skin as it dragged along, leaving a trail of goosebumps and hot tension behind. Once he reached the spot between your breasts, he used the tip of his tongue as he flicked a line back up between them and gave the skin a long, wet kiss as his eyes flicked upward towards you. His calloused hands swiped up your sides and over your breasts, giving them both a pleasured squeeze. He let out a jagged breath as he watched them jiggle under his rough palms. He adored the sight of the flesh peeking out from between his fingers as he massaged them, earning a lovely moan from your lips. His body craved to hear that sound again. 

He kept one of his hands on your breast as his lips eagerly circled the sensitive nipple on your neglected mound. His tongue swirled around it, making sure that the piercing in his tongue made contact, just how he knew you liked. Your hands fidgeted in the tangled sheets due to the newfound pleasure before adjusting to comb your fingers through his soft orange hair. Fingers pushing strands out of the way of his face so you could watch him work. He continued on for a few moments, listening to your soft mewls before swapping his mouth to the other nipple. He could feel himself growing harder in his jeans as he looked up at you to gauge your reactions. Your eyes were now closed, head rolled back, bottom lip tucked between your teeth in bliss. His cock jumped with every jolt of your reactive body. Clay lived for moments like this. Moments when he knew you felt good and it was all by his hand. 

"You look so pretty f'me, sweetpea." He whispered against your soft flesh. 

You could feel a smile tug at his lips as he spoke. He knew what he was doing, that voice of his always seemed to light a fire deep within you. His words felt like a sickly sweet honey coating every inch of your soul that was so deeply enraptured by him. 

He once again continued his journey downward. Your body ached the closer he got to your weeping pussy. When he finally got below your navel, his kisses felt like they were on your skin for an eternity and the time between them was agonizing. He placed one final kiss to your quivering mound before moving downward once more to where you needed him most. Clays tongue was flat as he swiped the wet pierced muscle up between your lips. Your entire body shook at the contact. The moan you let out was also pornographic as he got to your clit. His piercing tugging on it lusciously as it passed over, your reaction brought a smirk to his lips. He wanted to be sweet and slow but the sounds you were making and your body showing to him how good you felt made that idea out of the question. The only softness coming from the look of love written on his face and his hands rubbing gentle circles on the outside of your thighs

Clay's hazel eyes gazed up at you from in between the cushion of your thighs. His eyes were laser focused on you, wanting to see every pleasure filled reaction. He watched as your features contorted as you let out a whine, the metal ball in his tongue danced over your clit. The sounds you were letting free made Clay ache painfully in his black jeans. The chains attached to his belt loops clinked together as he found his hips moving of their own accord against the mattress below. Your writhing intensified with each gesture, so much so that Clayton's arms moved around your thighs and to your hips. He used his boxing strength to hold down your writhing form. His lips moved from your clit to the inside of your thigh, placing a gentle kiss. An involuntary whine escaped your chest from the lack of his warmth.

"Stop squirmin', sugar."

You tried to level your breathing and stay as still as you could while he went back to work. It was hard when he always knew exactly what to do and every button to push. His hands still continued to hold you down as he licked and sucked, you could barely keep your cool and Clay was forced to hold you down tighter. He was worried that he was starting to hurt you, bruises were surely going to be visible the next morning but the pleasure filled whining said you didn't care much. Your hips rolled against his mouth as you felt your orgasm quickly building. Both of your hands tangled themselves in his hair along his scalp to pull him even closer to you. 

“Cum for me,” was barely audible from between your thighs. His grinding against the bed still in full force as he let out a loud moan. The vibrations caused you to cum hard. Clay was in heaven as your thighs squeezed his head as you came, he could have suffocated in your pussy and between your thighs and he would have died a happy man with a hard on.

He gave your pussy one final large lick before pulling away. His plan was to only eat you out but his cock was too hard to ignore anymore. He needed to be inside you like he needed air to survive. Clay sat up on his knees, eyes never daring to break away from yours. The look of pure lust and love he so desperately craved was evident in your eyes. He reached back and grasped the back of his shirt with both hands. His tricep muscles were on full display as they framed his handsome face, rippling and bulging in all the right places as he moved and flexed. His shirt was pulled up and off over his head. His long ginger hair cascaded out of the shirt and over his back and shoulders like soft ocean waves. Your eyes trailed his body as he quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped off his jeans and boxers in one pull. When your own eyes met his hazel ones, he smiled. A soft blush coated your face. You felt like the luckiest person in the world, Clayton Spencer was the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“Ready?” You nodded eagerly as he guided his long cock inside you. Your breath hitched, as did his. The feeling of him slowly pushing inside you made you squirm and whine. Your walls stretched deliciously around him as he kept pushing, bottoming out with a groan. The feeling of being so full of him caused a sultry moan to tumble out of you. The feeling radiated throughout your entire body. His eyes flickered up to your face to make sure you were okay before he leaned down over you. Hands placing themselves next to your shoulders before shifting onto his forearms. Clay pressed his broad chest against yours. Air filled your lungs in one large burst as you felt him shift inside you. One large hand came up to your cheek, his thumb tenderly rubbing the soft flesh of your pretty face. His heart leapt when you leaned into his touch with a loving hum. Clay swears he had never known softness like you and hoped he would never be without it. He gave you a deep kiss as your arms shifted to wrap around his neck, your fingers tangling themselves in his long, soft hair.

“You okay?” His voice was a hushed whisper as he pulled back enough to be able to see your face. You nodded, eyes still closed from the kiss. Clay cradled your face with both hands. “I need to hear you say it, please.” Clay cracked a small smile when you opened your eyes and looked up at him. Your gaze always had that effect on him. You mimicked his smile as a thousand emotions seemed to run wild behind your eyes.

“I'm okay.”

Clay gave you a soft kiss on the forehead before dragging his cock halfway out of you and pushing back inside. You both moaned at the feeling of movement inside of you. He slowly started repeatedly thrusting. Starting off with a soft slow pace before making his way up to fast needy movements. The dissonance of the sounds that drifted through the air were a tune you both loved as it danced throughout the sweaty room. Clay pushed himself up off of you and rose to his knees. The head of his cock still inside you as he grabs you by your thighs and pushes your knees to either side of your torso before continuing his fast movements. His head rolls back with a grunt as he thrusts fully back inside. The new feeling wrapped around him started bringing you both closer and closer with each thrust, his long cock being shoved fully inside you each time. Part of you always wonders how he managed to make himself fit inside you. He was massive in both girth and length and taking the whole thing was always an internal challenge but he always felt so fucking good. The fact that he had already made you cum on his tongue helped you take him in.

Clay fully pulled out of you as he shifted. He moved your thighs again, pushing your knees to your shoulders before lightly falling on top of you. Making sure not to crush you with his immense weight. He quickly fully sheathed himself back inside you with a deep moan into the bruise ridden spot between your neck and your shoulder. You couldn't help the high pitched squeak you let out due to your new tightness around him and the pressure of his body pressing deeply against your lower half. The speed at which he was immediately thrusting himself inside was cataclysmic. Each pull and push of his cock was felt so much more deeply as your hands grasped onto him. His breath smelling of mint and whisky flowed across your cheeks as he panted in between low whines. You could tell he was getting close. The sounds he was making and his eyes squeezing shut always gave it away. His lips pressed against yours in a tight kiss, which was cut off by the in unison moan as you squeezed around him, feeling your own pleasure just around the corner.

"Where do you want it?" His words were barely audible through his heavy breathing. You raked your hands through his hair, pushing it out of his face. He always looked so handsome when he was losing himself deep within you. 

"I-inside me.. please."

His eyes shot open at your words. He had never cum inside you before. Although he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it. There were multiple occasions where he was left alone and he jerked his thick cock to the thought of cumming inside your tight little pussy. Filling you up and claiming you forever as his, having an intimate part of him deep inside you afterwards. It was such an act filled with devotion that he didn't expect. Now here you were, moaning beneath him and begging for it.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded.

"No, say it. Say you want it, baby." A new look filled his hazel eyes, something possessive, something primal. That look searing into you was enough to nearly build your orgasm to its crescendo as he started thrusting even faster.

"Clay! Cum inside me please! I want it! Please!"

With one final deep thrust, you crashed like waves together. A cacophony of moans spilled out of you as you came, feeling Clay's hips stutter and roll, somehow getting even deeper each time. The moan he let out was more akin to a growl. You twitched as you felt his thick cum streaming inside you, covering every inch of your insides. You didn't even need to see it to know that he came so much more than usual. Once your shaking body began to slow, Clay gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead as he carefully pulled your sore legs down against the mattress. He crashed down next to you as you instinctively shuffled yourself into his bulky arms, tangling your legs into his. One hand rubbing up and down your back while the other rubbing soothing shapes into your arm. He looked down at your heavenly form secured next to him with heavy pants that were slowing to soft breaths.

“You okay, sweetpea?” He whispered. You nodded with a happy hum, his lips tugged upwards in a smile. He placed another sweet kiss to your hairline as you spoke.

“I love you, Clay.”

“I love you too.”

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Hypnosis Book Reviews by Cosmic Pancakes

Cosmic Pancakes is a website by Kev Sheldrake and his wife, Amy Ellingham. Kev Sheldrake is most well known for his partnership with Anthony Jacquin, but the real meat of the website is in the reviews.

They tend to focus on different things. Ellingham has a real taste for the obscure deep cuts.

Also, she's funny.

Sheldrake tends to dig into the academic history of hypnosis. This is probably not surprising considering his background, but this does mean that he assumes you're going to be fascinated by the state/non-state debate.

Interestingly, neither of them are afraid of discussing sex and hypnosis.

And even the occasional hypnokink fiction!

I've been digging through these for most of the day. They are consistently full of anecdotes and personal opinions that make the review fun even when the book itself is a stinker.

If you're interested in checking out the books themselves, you can find a surprising number on archive.org.

For example, Hypnosis, imagination, and human potentialities is here.

The same applies to the papers, which you can usually find on scihub, i.e.

can be found at https://sci-hub.hkvisa.net/10.1002/acp.3730

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00:00 Introduction and Casual Banter

00:45 Podcast Welcome and Hosts Introduction

01:16 Discussion on YouTube Stars and Influencers

01:47 Boxing Talk: Paul vs Tyson

06:23 Influencers Expanding into New Markets

10:18 Brainstorming a Tequila Brand

14:50 Hypothetical Marketing Campaigns

21:26 Tequila Consumption Trends

24:15 Bars and Drinking Culture

27:33 Pre-Orders and Signed Inserts

28:25 Discussing the Book Title and Cover Art

28:58 Podcast Set and Studio Vibes

29:24 Memories of Clayton and NC State Game

30:57 2000 Subscriber Giveaway and Ad Reads

32:47 Santa Decides Twitter Account

34:24 Red Ryder Customization Ideas

38:07 Tequila Business Ideas

44:31 Ordering Tumblers and Expectations

50:40 Conclusion and Farewell

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