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anakinstwinklebunny · 26 days ago

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PAIRING: clayton beresford x f!reader

𝓕𝓛𝓤𝓕𝓕 ❦

CLAYTON BERESFORD JR. wasn’t prepared for any of this. Not for the way your mood swings had him walking on eggshells, or the way you clung to him like he was your only survival—and certainly not for the out-of-nowhere, "Would you still love me if I was a bug?" question.

He froze mid-step, towel slung over his shoulder, just trying to make it to the bathroom to wash up after his late meeting at work. But there you were, pressed to his side, your bump nudging against him, face smushed into his bare bicep like you couldn’t bear to let him go.

“A bug?” he asked, a soft chuckle slipping out from his throat

Big. Mistake.

Your head immediately shot up, frown already forming. “Clayton,” you huffed, your voice tinged with the beginnings of that dangerous tone. “I’m being serious.”

His laughter died instantly, wide, innocent eyes locking onto your narrowing ones. “I—of course, sweetheart. I mean, yes! Absolutely. A bug. No question.” He stumbled over his words, shaking his head for emphasis

You weren’t convinced, lips pursing. “You hesitated.”

“No, no hesitation,” he insisted quickly, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over the soft skin there. “I’d still love you. I’d even marry you if you were a bug. The fanciest wedding a bug’s ever had.”

“Like, what kind of bug?” you pressed, still eyeing him suspiciously, clearly not ready to drop it.

Clayton paused, panic flickering across his face. He knew this was a minefield. “Uh—a butterfly?”

Your expression softened slightly, but you weren’t done. “What if I was an ugly bug? Like...a cockroach?”

His jaw slackened, and for a second, you thought he might actually laugh again—but he caught himself, shifting with the kind of sharp reflex you only get when you’re trying to survive pregnancy mood swings. “Then I’d still love you. You’d be the cutest cockroach,” voice dripping with affection.

You stared at him for a moment, lips twitching, and then finally, you let out a little sigh, leaning into his chest. “Good. That’s all I needed to hear,” you mumbled.

Relieved, Clayton pressed a kiss to your temple, hand sliding to rest on your bump, rubbing soothing circles. “You’re my everything, bug or not,” he murmured, smiling softly against your skin.

You relaxed, sinking further into him, and for a moment, all was calm.

Until your voice broke the silence. “Clayton.”

“Yeah?” he sighed

“What kind of wedding dress would a cockroach even wear?”

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chukys-mouthguard · 2 months ago

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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!”

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captain039 · 29 days ago

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Part 4 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, light corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

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Dearest reader it indeed seems that our duke, our man of progress is still not taking to any of the ladies this social season, a shame, but our next ball of the season is to be a grand one indeed hosted by the councilman and woman Talis at their large estate, it will indeed be a flurry of sunshine and gold amongst their grand home, they are known for their grand hosting once a year in the social season, a time for glittering lady’s and dark gentlemen, a true solar eclipse.

You were never one for the golden colours, But the Talis’s colour theme held tradition in the solar eclipse ball, a strange name you always thought but now you understand it with the ladies as golden suns and the men as dark as the moon, though in theory the moon is in fact bright and white, but who are you to question the council couple. Your mama had clawed her way to receive an invitation, while your papa remained blissfully unaware of her planning and scheming, she has indeed had a list of suitors to dance with you, no doubt having paid them a pretty penny so she can save the embarrassment of her daughter not dancing at all this social season. The gentlemen picked though are the worst amongst the city, A one Elias Hoskal, a horrid man and son of the councilman Toman Hoskal who indeed was also a horrid man. You suppose you should thank her for setting you up with someone so high up in society if only it weren’t for his massive debt and lack of… anything really. Another was Lord James Levi, a much older gentleman in need of a wife who you’d like to avoid touching at all given his appearance and constant stench. The only seemingly suitable one was Lord Clayton Chives, a man from a simpler upbringing and house but also simple in his mind. You didn’t tell your mama about your dance with the duke and man of progress, not sure how she’d react you’re not sure how anyone would react, and you’re not exactly sure how to react as well. Unsure if it was a jest you’re starting to see amongst the men when seeing you. If so you’re wondering how far your image would fall if you were indeed to steal a man’s cane and hit him with it.

The Talis’s estate is massive, surrounded by lush green land and gardens, the insides even more lavish than the outside accented with their colours of golds, purples, whites and reds, an odd choice of colours but they go well together. The ballroom though, was indeed another story, going on the eclipse, with golden walls and a black ceiling, the floor a design of gold swirls on black, it was gorgeous for sure, a little overwhelming most definitely. The left side of the ball had an array of drinks and foods, half you barely recognised and a grand accent in the middle of the room of assorted gold and black flowers. You’re too in awe to notice anybody else or the insistent push/pull of your mama’s hand around your arm. You spot the council couple staring at councilwoman Mel Medarda’s dress, a gorgeous gold that hugs her body at the top and flows down into a waterfall almost flaring out on the floor, she looks like a goddess. Her husband Councilman Jayce Talis next to her in a tight black suit and golden tie and a flower in his pocket. Then you see a third the duke, your breath intakes at the sudden difference between his usual, cream and red suits, a dark black suit much like the councilman only with a golden vest instead of a tie and flower. You think your brain struggles to process the look, his eyes practically matching his vest, his lack of cane and the way he stands almost confidently on his own, his hair long and tied back even more neatly though a long stray hair dangles down over his forehead and eyes. You’re not focusing on whatever your mama is saying to the lord in front of you, too focused on the ethereal three.

Your mama snaps your name in your ear and you look to her finally focusing on the gentlemen in front of you, internally grimacing at the look of the smirk on the councilman Hoskal’s son.

“My lord” you greet and he scoffs softly.

“Shall we?” He says holding his arm out like it’s a chore, then again it is, he’s getting paid to dance with you.

“The dancing hasn’t begun my lord” you say frowning and his famous scowl appears on his face.

“Keep your damn money I’m not dancing with some loud pig” he snaps and walks away. You feel something knocked in you from the insult and your mama begins to scold you. You barely make out the words your hands shaking lightly as you look at the floor.

“Ladies” it’s like a soothing balm of accented voice. You look up to the duke almost sighing in relief at the interruption.

“My duke” Your mama quickly regains composure and smiles bowing politely to the duke.

“May I have a word with your daughter?” He asks and your mama chuckles softly and nods walking off with a glare sent your way.

“I hope you will still honour me with a dance tonight?” He tilts his head ever so slightly as your eyes stare at his golden honeyed ones.

“My mother pay you?” You blurt without thought and he frowns faltering.

“No your mother did not pay me” he says.

“Then what? A dare from your friend?” You know you’re directing your anger at him, but everything seems too overwhelming at the moment, the colours the grandness the stuffy people.

“My lady I can assure you I’m offering you a dance because I want to” he steps closer his head bent to look at you directly, his fingers brushing against your chin to make you look at him.

“I’m sorry” you whisper nodding.

“Of course my duke I will honour your dance” you nod.

“The dancing has not begun, shall I bring you some lemonade?” He asks.

“That’s ok, you probably have people to talk with” you offer a small smile despite the shakiness in your hand.

“I’ve talked to everyone, except you my lady” he says.

“And you are indeed the most interesting” his voice lowers ever so slightly his accent thickening and it makes you gulp.

“I’ll be back with some lemonade” he nods and walks off. You notice his limp as he walks away and sighs a bit. He returns as he said, you thank him quietly forcing your hands to stop shaking as you take a sip of the cold refreshment.

“Ah, Viktor there you are” You look up noticing Councilman Jayce Talis walking over. He sees you, glances back to Viktor then smiles brightly making you frown ever so slightly.

“So I take it this is the young lady who finally swayed you to dance?” The councilman grins and you notice the red dancing across the duke's cheeks.

“Mind what you say Talis” Viktor clenches his jaw and Councilman Talis laughs.

“Councilman Jayce Talis and you are my lady?” He asks hand out. You take his hand give a small bow and introduce yourself he smiles and nods his head giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

“How do you like the party?” He asks and you glance around grimacing slightly.

“Given that face, I’ll say not very much” he chuckles.

“It’s a beautiful party, Councilman,” you say.

“But?” He doesn’t look offended in the slightest and your eyes flick to Viktor who gives a small nod.

“It’s a bit much for me councilman” you end up with.

“I see” he nods in thought.

“Well you’re not alone, it’s all rather, ridiculous if you ask me,” he says looking around and smiling when he sees his wife.

“Tradition seems to be a little too strong with my wife” he chuckles softly his eyes warm as he watches her before looking back to you.

“Well, next time I see you I will make sure to approach in less hectic circumstances” he bows his head and you do as well before he smiles at Viktor and leaves. You let a bit of tension leave your body as you sigh and finish your lemonade.

Music starts to play a gentle classical orchestra, you watch couples file to the dance floor black and gold, the solar eclipse. It’s truly beautiful to watch, the way the lady's dresses swish around almost like the way the sun has burning rays of lick, and the moons graceful yet strong in guiding the sun rays around. You notice a certain lord who your mother paid coming over and you panic.

“Dance with me,” you say to Viktor.

“Now?” he asks.

“Yes now” you glare taking his hand and practically dragging the poor man to the dance floor. He stumbles a bit as you put your arm on his shoulder and hold out your hand for him to take. He frowns a bit his gaze following yours, you watch him narrow his eyes and something darkens in his gaze as he puts his hand on your waist and grasps your hand. You go into the dance, the lord glaring at you both but stalking off making you sigh in relief. You look up to Viktor finally his honeyed colour eyes locking onto yours.

“I’m sorry my duke,” you say realising you dragged this poor man to the dance floor.

“You did honour me with a dance my lady” he chuckles lightly.

“I did, I just- did I hurt you?” You whisper and something in his gaze softens. He steps closer bringing your bodies almost chest to chest as you take in a breath.

“No” he whispers as he guides you around the dance floor. You’re very surprised the duke can dance at all given his condition. You notice a slight limp but it doesn’t stop him. Your gazes are locked together and suddenly you’re the only ones in the room, nobody else matters not even the orchestra. Your hands relax their tight hold and you allow yourself to feel his shoulder under your hand, you feel his strength in it, in his slender but calloused fingers. He twirls you around and brings you right back into his hold his warm hand splaying out against your waist. Nothing else matters at this moment, just you and him dancing. You barely hear the music dying down, the reality of couples slowing and the room coming back into focus. You blink a few times taking a shaky breath as he whispers your name.

“I’m sorry,” you say and leave quickly off the dance floor. You rush out to the gardens and feel your heart racing in your chest, sweat on your brow. You breathe heavily and your eyes gloss over. You hear your name being called but don’t register it till you feel those slender fingers in your arm. The duke saying your name but you can't hear it, you feel his fingers on your face forcing you to look at him.

“Breathe” it’s the first word you hear and you remember to breathe sucking in a deep but shaky breath.

“That’s it, deep breaths” he nods his honeyed eyes staring into yours. You feel so stupid, running out in a panic, tears well in your eyes and he does something unexpected. He wraps his arms around you, you breathe in the cologne he wears and a shudder goes through your body.

“Just breathe, follow my breathing” he says and you focus on the rise and fall of his chest trying to match it.

“That’s it” he whispers as you match his breathing and slowly feel yourself return to normal.

“Good girl” he murmurs atop your head and you can’t help the small intake of breath you do. You relax as much as you can, and coming back to normal, you realise you’re out in the garden alone with the duke who’s holding you.

“Viktor?” You hear a feminine voice and tense you go to move away but it’s too late.

“Mel” Viktor says as she stops frozen.

“Councilwoman Medarda” he slowly lets go of you bowing his head.

“May I ask what exactly is going on admits my garden?” She asks.

“She was having a panic attack,” the duke says.

“I see,” she says and nods.

“Mel-“ Viktor sighs and she holds her hand up before walking closer.

“Was I anyone else I would yell scandal, however” she smiles a bit.

“Councilwoman Mel Medarda” she holds her hand out to you and you freeze momentarily before holding her hand and introducing yourself.

“You two were quite the sight on the dance floor” She gives you a wink and you feel your cheeks warm.

“Mel” Viktor says in warning but she chuckles.

“Off with you Duke Viktor us ladies have things to talk about” You watch as she easily shoos the man away, his jaw sets but he gives you a soft look and leaves.

“Now that we’re alone, you needn’t worry my dear I won’t tell a soul” she says and you feel relief.

“You danced beautifully on the floor” she says and you feel your heart warm up at the compliment.

“Thank you Councilwoman” you nod your head.

“Please call me Mel when we’re alone, Councilwoman makes me feel so, official” she says and you smile a bit.

“A lovely smile as well,” she says and you feel embarrassment rise.

“Are you alright?” She asks her tone turning to concern.

“Yes, I think so- I don’t know what came over me” you sigh a bit.

“I know that look you two shared like nobody else was there on the dance floor. Not even the music?” She asks and you stare at her.

“Yes, it was-“ you chuckle a bit as she smiles nodding.

“There are few who can master the solar eclipse dance and you and Viktor did so beautifully” she says.

“I don’t think-“ she raises a hand silencing you.

“Did you know the duke spent a whole week, day in and day out learning that dance?” You frown lightly at her words.

“Of course, he didn’t tell you, men never tell women the length they go sometimes” she huffs.

“My husband Jayce made him a brace so he could dance, however, he was indeed lacking in the skills to dance, he was determined though to dance with you, so I taught him to dance,” she says.

“You taught him-?” You ask.

“First Jayce offered too but watching two men such as them dance is like watching two stones move together” You can’t help but laugh at her description imagining the duke and the councilman stiff as rocks.

“He was determined to dance with you though no matter how much he stumbled” she smiled warmly. Something in your heart flutters at her words knowing the duke went through a lot of effort just to dance.

“How would you like to join me for lunch tomorrow?” She asks and you look at her with wide eyes.

“Really?” You say shocked and she smiles nodding.

“I’ll have a carriage come get you, save you some hassle from your mama” she winks and walks back to the ball. You smile a bit a different kind of nervous flutter in your stomach. You return to the party instantly swarmed by a lord Levi.

“Ah there you are my dear, you owe me a dance” he grins and you instantly grimace at his yellowed almost brown teeth.

“She owes you nothing” Your eyes flick to the Duke.

“Excuse you? If I don’t dance with her I won’t get-“ Viktor glares at the man it’s unlike anything you’ve seen, it’s dark and narrowed and makes a lord instantly shut up apparently.

“Go” The lord runs off thankfully and you finally take a breath.

“Are you alright?” Viktor’s eyes soften as he looks at you and you nod thanking him quietly.

“I hope the councilwoman wasn’t forthcoming on you” he says in hushed tones and you chuckle a bit.

“She asked me to lunch tomorrow,” you say and his eyebrows go up slightly.

“Really?” He asks and you nod.

“How are you feeling about it?” He asks tilting his head ever so slightly.

“Nervous, but excited I’ve never-“ you hesitate a bit clearing your throat and realising your being a little too comfortable with the duke.

“Apologies my duke” You bow your head slightly and he frowns.

“What for?” He asks softly leaning in slightly, the conversation is only meant for you both.

“For being familiar with my duke” you nod avoiding his eyes.

“I see” he mutters standing up straight as one of the lords call his name.

“You should probably go to that” you say and cut him off before he can speak.

“Excuse me my duke” You bow your head and walk off sighing to yourself.

Next part ->

#x reader #au #viktor x reader #Viktor #duke Viktor #Viktor arcane #Bridgerton au

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sweetdispatch · 3 months ago

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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”.

#clayton keller #clayton keller x reader #clayton keller fanfiction #clayton keller imagine #clayton keller oneshot #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #utah hockey club #v' work

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justreblogginfics · 2 years ago

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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.”

#mayans mc #mayans fx #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x f!reader #angel reyes x you #angel reyes fic #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fx #clayton cardenas

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fantastic-mr-corvid · 5 months ago

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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

M - Million Years Ago by Adele

R - Rat Race by The Specials

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

#thebirdspeaks #tyy this was fun!#tried not to do doubles for artists but its xray spex

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kitysims3 · 10 months ago

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More Weston College students CAS ~ Black Butler x Sims

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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)

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #public school arc #weston college arc #the sims #the sims 3 #sims 3 #create a sim #sims cas #the sims community #sims community #simblr #my sims #show us your sims #dark academia #boardingschool #Youtube

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blood-red-ocean · 1 year ago

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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!

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hawkeyeslaughter · 10 months ago

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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

#townes answers asks !#i said i did math for ten hours i didn’t say i was GOOD at it #also i’m ashamed to say i do actually laugh at a lot of henry’s dad jokes #obviously i like a lot of henry’s tender moments but there’s just too many of those to pick from . they’re automatically top tier #henry blake #colonel blake #mash #mashposting #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #mashblr

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year ago

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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 ~~~

#i hope you do like it here!! ^^ you seem lovely and we're happy to have you!! ^^ 💛💛💛

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anakinstwinklebunny · 5 months ago

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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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