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hanasnx · 7 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

CLAY BERESFORD has to sit down when he gets too exhilarated. When life moves too fast, his heart can’t take it. Breath quickens, eyes haze. He used to power through it, and that’d only make it worse. Now he’s learned the signs, knows to catch it early. The first time you’d kissed him, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stand. A flock of butterflies inhabited his insides, frenzying in a flurry whenever he’d remember what it felt like to touch your lips on his. At that point, he’d believed his heart condition was common knowledge. His mother, his associates, his friends, all constantly brought it up. But you, you were genuinely caught off guard, catching him tenderly ‘round the arm when he’d shown signs of fatigue. Gentle as you could be, you softened the impact to his seat when his legs gave out.

“It, uh, it’s fine. I’ll be fine,” he had rambled, fishing out his meds from his pocket. His trembling hands struggled against the top, but you were there to loosen it for him. You had sat with him until he was ready. He’d never thought hovering around him could be so romantic, especially since he’s not one to care for smothering.

Now, it’s marginally manageable. That thrill he avoids occasionally hits him at the peak of love-making. You can read him, you can see the signals clearly written on him. In the ways he tips his head back, mouth agape to take in more oxygen, how his eyes glaze over, and his grip loosens. There’s less of his attention to go around. You can hear the strain in his grunts; there’s a stutter in his hips, he’s pushing himself too hard while he pushes himself inside you.

“Clay,” you warn, “slow down. It’s happening again.” Your claws brace against his rotator cuff, directing him to back up which he ignores. His body continues to roll, his tip brushing that spongy spot inside you. Regardless if it feels good, if the sheen of sweat on your skin is a result of ardently chasing your lusts, you can’t let him do this to himself again.

“No, no,” he objects, “I can do it this time. I can do it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, crying out over how he hardens his pace instead of receding it. It weakens your muscle in fighting him off. If you can just sever the connection, he’ll remember, he’ll calm down and take a breather. “Clay!”

But you can’t fend him off.

His forehead drops to your shoulder, alerting you to open your eyes. You don’t bother noticing anything else. “Clay? Clay? Are you alright? Talk to me,” Newfound strength floods you, rolling him over to straddle him, his arm thrown haphazardly above his head. His heavy lidded gaze flutters as you pat at his face. “Baby? Speak to me, can you hear me?”

He hums. A low, gravely drawl as his hands venture to your hips. “Baby,” he drags out each of these word, “Fuck… baby, so good.” The air in his chest rapidly falls, panting. You know this isn’t right, yet he makes decisions for you, digging his fingers into the plush of your flesh as he moves you back and forth. His cock fully seated inside you while it brushes your insides.

“Wait, but you’re—“ you protest, but it’s unconvincing. There’s few things you enjoy more than sitting on every inch of his length, the new angle granting you electric shocks up your spine with each rock.

“Feeling so good, my love. Better than I ever have. Better than I ever will.” his sweet words mean the world to you, his soft smile adorning his handsome features as he peeks slyly at you through the narrow sliver of his lids. “Don’t make me stop. Please? I don’t wanna stop.” How can you refuse him?

You figure it’s less pressure on him to be underneath you; you feel more secure in riding him like this. So you move his hands up, allowing them to handle your torso while you do the work. He sits back, and looks pretty for you, while you use him up.

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jediavengers · 3 months

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Back with you ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Warnings: Fluff, mild angst, cliche

Pairing: Female!Reader x Anakin Skywalker

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Anakin’s Jedi duties call him away, but being gone from you for too long sure isn’t easy.

Every time he left her, without a doubt, his heart would break. Every moment away from her was like tearing his heart apart, bit by bit, piece by piece. It may sound dramatic, but Anakin truly couldn't function if they weren't in the same place.

What really bugged him what that he couldn't even show it. He couldn't show anyone that she was his. It tore him apart that their love was a secret.

The council sat in chairs around their meeting room, discussing an upcoming mission. Anakin was lost in his thoughts, fidgeting with the sleeve of his robe. He didn't realize that the council had addressed him, so he didn't budge out of his trance.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan snapped, causing him to look around quickly. All of the council members stared at Anakin, scowls on their faces. "Did you hear anything we've been discussing?"

"No- I mean, yes! Yes, I heard everything." Anakin stuttered, blinking quickly. Everyone looked at him frustratedly, shaking their heads in utter annoyance.

"Then you're aware that you'll be going on the mission to Alderaan tomorrow." Obi-Wan stated, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair.

Anakin internally groaned. He'd been on mission after mission and had been exhausted for weeks. "Yes." He replied, sighing.

"Good. You will be addressing the monarchy about ways of protecting the royal family, since there has been threats of assassination." Obi-Wan continued, a stern look spread across his face. "But you already knew that, since you were listening."

"Of course." Anakin replied, nodding slowly.

The council was dismissed soon after, Anakin speeding out of the room quickly. It hurt him that he wasn't with Y/N, so he left as quickly as he could.

Anakin quickly tread to their quarters, wanting nothing more than to have time with her. He opened the door, slamming it shut behind him. His bad mood was obvious to anyone that knew him, so he figured having time with just the two of them would help him calm down.

Anakin walked to their bedroom, standing in the doorway just to see Y/N folding his laundry for him. He hated when she did that. Not that he didn't appreciate it, but he didn't want her to do his chores for him.

Y/N didn't sense him, so she continued folding laundry. Soft music played in the background, causing her to quietly hum and bob her head. She turned to go place the clothes in the dresser, but was met with a smiling Anakin leaning in the doorframe.

"Ani!" She exclaimed, setting the clothes back down on the bed before running to him and jumping into his arms.

"Hello, my love." Anakin whispered, wrapping his arms around her. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent.

"You're back early." She commented, pulling her head away so she could stare into his ocean blue eyes. Her smile was bright and excited.

"I couldn't stay away from you for too long." He teased, brushing a piece of hair out of her eyes. Anakin looked down sadly before sighing. "I have bad news."

"What is it?" Y/N hesitantly asked, already guessing what it might be. Her smile faltered and her eyes looked down.

"I have to leave for a mission tomorrow. I'm going to be gone to Alderaan." He spoke softly, gently caressing her cheekbone with his thumb.

Y/N frowned, looking away. She didn't reply, causing Anakin's heart to break. He knew she hated when he left. Plus, he barely got back from his last mission.

"I'm so sorry, darling." Anakin whispered. He gently tilted her head with his fingers to make her look at him. "I'll be back as soon as i can."

"Promise?" Y/N quietly replied, staring up at him. Her lips were pulled into a sad frown, causing Anakin to sadly sigh.

"Of course. I promise you, I'll be back before you know it." He promised, giving her a small smile to lighten the wound that was created. Their lips softly met, Anakin pouring all the love he had in his heart into the desperate lip lock.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Anakin wasn't back before she knew it. In fact, it had been two months. Two whole months. Y/N could barely function without him. Her nights consisted of her arms desperately wrapped around his pillow and sleepless tosses and turns.

Her food was barely touched, causing her friends to become extremely concerned. Her job as a mechanic made her get out of the apartment, but if it weren't for that, she knew she'd be in bed all day.

Anakin was just as much of a mess as she was. He barely slept, barely ate. He knew his attachment to her was unhealthy, but he didn't care. She was his everything and he wanted nothing more than to be with her every moment of every day.

The mission on Alderaan somewhat distracted him, but it wasn't enough for him to get Y/N out of his mind. His thoughts were almost constantly on her, which caused much distraction.

The royal family was very welcoming to Anakin, Ahsoka and the few clones that tagged along, which they all greatly appreciated.

As welcoming as they were, he still counted down the days till he could get on his ship and get the hell out of there. The incessant flirting from servants and the princess caused Anakin to miss Y/N even more, if that was even possible.

When they were able to be together, Y/N would get extremely jealous very easily. He missed the way her nose would scrunch and her neck would get red in anger. He missed the way her hands would ball into fists, and he especially missed her complaining to him afterwards. Anakin loved how protective she was over their relationship.

Anakin wanted nothing more than to call Y/N on the holopad, but he knew it was too risky. Obi-Wan had access to his call logs and recordings, meaning he would see his communication with her. They couldn't afford anyone finding out.

The day Anakin was informed he could leave the next morning, he was ecstatic. Y/N had no way of knowing when he would be returning, so he was excited to surprise her.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Anakin's arrival back to Coruscant was smooth and quick, which provided a sense of relief to him. It would only be minutes until he saw her.

He didn't bother speaking to anyone before rushing off the ship. He clasped a small bag in his hand, excited to give Y/N something to make up for his absence.

Anakin rushed to their quarters, entering quickly. As he made his way to their bedroom, a bright smile was on his features. When he arrived to their room, his heart broke at the sight.

Y/N was curled in a ball on their bed, his pillow tightly in her arms. He noticed small tear stains on it, causing him to sadly frown.

Slowly, he walked to their bed, placing the bag on their nightstand before sitting on the bed. Anakin placed his fingers on her bare arm, caressing it gently. "Y/N, I'm home." He whispered, brushing a piece of stray hair out of her eyes.

Y/N's nose scrunched before she realized it was him. Once she processed that he was home, she quickly shot up. Her eyes were still puffy from crying. Immediately, she pounced on him, dragging him down so he was now laying down as well.

She snuggled into his side, clinging onto him tightly. "Two months. Ani, you were gone two months." Y/N whispered, sniffling.

"Shh, I know, my love. I know." He whispered, pulling her closer and running his fingers through her messy hair. "I'm back now, that's all that matters."

Y/N's head sat on his chest. Hearing his heartbeat was a sweet melody, causing all of her previous sadness and anxiety to melt away. "Why were you gone so long?" She whispered.

Anakin sighed, massaging her scalp softly. "The council needed me to do a few other things on Alderaan while I was there. We also had to stop somewhere else for an emergency mission."

Y/N huffed, shutting her eyes. "I missed you so much, Ani."

"I missed you too, darling." He whispered sadly, leaning down to press a small kiss on her forehead. "I have a surprise for you." He pulled away, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the bag he had brought. "For you." Anakin smiled down at her, handing her the small bag.

Y/N slowly sat up, opening the bag. She pulled out a small necklace, grinning excitedly as her eyes landed on the charm. It was the shape of a small star, a pink sapphire in the middle of it. "It's beautiful." She whispered, admiring the piece of jewelry in her hands.

"I thought you'd like it." Anakin grinned, sitting up as well. "Can I put it on you?" He asked, gesturing to the necklace.

Y/N nodded quickly, handing him the necklace before turning around so her back was facing him. Anakin gently brushed her hair out of the way, putting the necklace around her neck. He slowly clasped it before moving her hair back. She leaned her back into him as he finished.

Anakin kissed the top of her head, then placing his chin on her shoulder. "I'm so glad i'm back with you, my love."

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cosmicanakin · 2 months

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Hii! I saw that you were receiving requests, so I was wondering if you could write something with Clay beresford. So you know he’s like very reserved and serious, so everyone thought that Clay would be a very cold and distant boyfriend, but when the reader and him start dating, everyone’s speeches to see how sweet and loving he is. Just some fluffy scenarios. Thank you!! It’s okay if you don’t want to write it:)

proving them wrong.

pairing. clay beresford x female reader.

outline. though known to be cold and reserved, when clay starts dating you, everyone is surprised to see the loving and affectionate man that he actually is.

contains. fluff, established relationships, mild social judging, marriage, and mentions of pregnancy.

authors note. thank you sm for the req anon muah <3

after months of shy glances and nervously exchanged smiles from across the room at various work functions, you finally worked up the courage to give clay beresford your number. to your surprise, he called within the hour to ask you to dinner that weekend.

your friends were shocked at your news, warning you of clay's reputation for being cold. "don't get your hopes up y/n, we all know clay isn't one for emotions or commitment. just be careful, okay?" while their concern was sweet, you got the sense there was more to clay beneath surface assumptions.

the dinner went wonderfully, clay being the perfect gentleman pulled out your chair and listened intently to you speak. any awkward silences didn't feel uncomfortable but companionable. by the night's end as he walked you to your door, you felt a fluttering start taking root in your heart seeing his normally serious expression soften into a gentle smile solely for you.

more dates followed, each only increasing your connection and affection for one another. to everyone's surprise, clay proved a caring boyfriend always attentive to your needs, happiness and comfort. grand romantic gestures were replaced by tender looks and leisurely strolls enjoying each other's company without need for flashy displays.

the warmth in his eyes and tender caresses meant more than any elaborate showmanship ever could. for the first time you felt truly seen and cherished for who you are within rather than superficial assessments judging without bothering to peel back concealing layers guarding his heart. through patience and understanding clay eventually lowered all defenses with you alone.

slowly your friend's bigotry started cracking as well, catching how gentle yet strong arms encircled your form at gatherings without desire for bravado. simple intimate moments when clay would kiss your temple in passing melted cynicism into understanding why this reserved man captured your soul so wholly.

his wealth and inheritance mattered little to the devotion within warming your life to brilliance. words flowed freely, laughter liberating what stress accumulated through days apart soothing away in tranquility of each other's sanctuarying presence. in your arms clay discovered solace calming all turbulence of doubts plaguing mind when alone.

so it continued through months turning to seasons, love blossoming ever more vibrantly where commitment tended roots nourished by understanding alone waters true affections blossoms requiring only sunlight of smiles warmed by souls mirroring each other's radiance. misunderstandings faded beneath blossoms thriving where care sustains dreams nurturing lifelong partnerships amid life's changes.

two years finding bliss together passed in companionship's tranquil stroll, contentment's sighs breathing life afresh during stolen moments sheltering hearts entwined from turbulence beyond your calm port. talking late into nights after family dinners, fingers interlaced, remnants of days worries evaporated under tender caresses and kisses sweeter than any nectar reviving your soul to clay's humming rhythm.

his protective yet liberated spirit known fully by your heart alone rejuvenated purpose anew each dawn waking limned in his softened gaze sharing pillow talking until obligations reluctantly summoned you both from comfort's embrace. forever imprinted upon your soul remains memory of proposal kneeling upon sand caressed by ocean's susurrus, waves lapping celebration of love's permanence within clay's watery eyes reflecting your radiant smile mirroring joy illumining his normally guarded visage.

a summer wedding follows amid friends and family fully supportive now of your perfect union, witnessing love transcending surface levels carved deeply as roots anchoring two souls as one. traveling the world strengthening already unbreakable bond, learning of clay anew through wanderings unveiling pieces you fit to his mosaic glimpse by glimpse, deepening cherishing beyond any limit imaginable before love found your separate halves.

three fulfilling years later, you're cradling your newborn daughter within your arms as clay gazes upon you both with such emotion flooding watery eyes, your heart has never felt fuller nor purpose clearer than raising this miracle of pure love cementing forever your fate intertwined.

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fuckmyskywalker · 4 months

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❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒𝐭𝐡 : 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐞 - 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝.

— CW: 18+, smut. DDLG undertones. Daddy kink. Age gap. Oral sex (f). | word count: 0.9k (not proofread)

— a/n: I realized I don't write much DDLG despite liking it a lot.

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

“Look,” You point at the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. “Do you know what that means, Daddy?”

Clayton laughs, stepping forward and placing his hands on your hips. “I do, princess,” He raises his eyes to look at the mistletoe, shaking his head amused by your cuteness. “That's why you asked me to come upstairs?”

You nod, reaching behind you to open the door of your bedroom. “Where’s my kiss?” There’s a very kissable pout on your lips and he is nothing more than a weak man. Clay is a helpless man when it comes to you, there is little he wouldn’t do for you— and of course, he wouldn’t deny you a kiss. Yanking the little fake mistletoe from the ceiling, he drags it by the white string while his lips attach to yours, pushing you backward until the back of your knees hits the edge of the bed.

“If you wanted a kiss you could’ve just asked for it,” He says between kisses, dangling the string in front of your face.

“I know, Daddy. But isn’t it cute?” No, he doesn’t think a very invasive ‘Christmas tradition’ is cute. He thinks you are cute. His little girl is dangerously close to being confused by his daughter. His precious doll who is willing to do his every word and lay all her trust in him. That’s cute. Lovely. Damn desirable too.

He agrees anyway, he isn’t going to ruin your mood. “It is, princess.” Clay kisses down your neck, hooking a finger underneath the wide strap of your nightdress and lowering one cup, immediately assaulting your exposed breast with his tongue. He adores how responsive and sensitive your tits are, he could suck ‘em for hours. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I have to kiss you beneath the mistletoe, right?”

Breathless, you nod in response. You attempt to lift your legs to wrap them around his hips but Clay stops you. “Daddy?” You ask, confused.

Instead of giving you an explanation, he picks up the white string again. Raising the little green knot on top of your lower body. “So if I put it on top of here, what does that mean?” You instantly pick up what he means. Clay laughs at your expression, swinging the mistletoe in the air with a devious grin. His cock throbs inside his expensive slacks, he can’t fucking stand how precious you are. “I don’t want to risk my good luck for the next year if I refuse such a proposal.”

Throwing the fresh little plant away, he can’t wait to devour you whole. Settling between your legs, he rides the long skirts of your red dress, spreading your thighs with his big hands. Something about his touch is always both reassuring and exhilarating. You can’t deny Clayton is far more experienced than you are and maybe that’s what dragged you into his life in the first place. The sweet yet dominating presence he has when he enters the room, laced with that gentlemanly aura that— maybe— money can buy. He licks the center of your panties, humming at the growing wetness that only a little bit of foreplay can cause in you. He also fucking adores that, how easy is to rail you up.

Pressing his nose against your mound, he inhales softly, melting at the natural scent that belongs to you, so raw and delicious, somewhat mixed with those pricey perfumes he lavishes you with. Clay’s little princess isn’t going to spend a single day without being spoiled, either by his wallet or his tongue. It’s almost like an unspoken rule.

Soon your underwear is discarded, probably landing next to the mistletoe at the corner of the room, so he can now freely spread your folds with his thumbs. He admires how your hole clenches around nothing, begging for attention just the way he likes. Granting you with that wish, his tongue flicks over your clit, teasing you before he coats his middle finger with your slick, circling your pussy maliciously. “Daddy—” You whine, desperate for more. Is that easy.

“Calm down, princess,” He says, his hot breath hitting your clit making you squirm. “Let Daddy have his fun,” He kisses your clit, promptly fulfilling the stupid Christmas tradition you thought would be a fun way to end the day. Sliding a finger, Clay is received with barely any resistance, sucking harder on your swollen bud. Your gummy, warm walls clench his finger, almost struggling to keep him close, but he knows you squeeze his cock harder than that— maybe because it’s way bigger and thicker than a single finger. It doesn’t take him long to add a second finger, spreading you further. For good measure, he pulls back and gathers spit in his mouth, smirking when the thick globe lands on your pussy, pushing it inside you with his fingers. Daddy likes it sloppy, Daddy likes it rough. Daddy likes it more when you scream his name.

It’s your turn to grant him that gift, arching your back and panting while you fist the sheets, careful to not touch his hair. Daddy still has things to do, he always has things to do. But right now his job is helping you come undone on his fingers, on his mouth.

“Go on, princess. Don’t you want to be Daddy’s good girl? Maybe Santa will bring you something big and long for Christmas this year.”

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multifanderwrites · 4 months

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Clay Beresford x Autistic!Reader (Well… Technically, Writer) Head Canons (With NSFW)

[I think you all know this was inevitable. I warned y��all on my account that I would fall for Clay Beresford hard. 🥲 Probably why this one is so fucking long]

You meet him around a month after his incredibly traumatic heart transplant. Obviously, he and Samantha got a divorce.

For a while, Clay thought he could never find love again after giving everything he had to someone who didn’t really care for him.

That is, until he met you. It’s at the hospital, where you sometimes volunteer to take care of the younger patients.

You accidentally bump into Clay, who’s still working through his trust issues with the staff at the hospital.

That day, he’s a little irritable, but when he notices that you genuinely want to apologize for bumping into him… he offers you a light smile and introduces himself.

You’re very shy, not too used to long conversations or maintaining eye contact with strangers for such long periods of time… but you feel like you’re staring into the eyes of someone who’s been through a difficult situation in the recent past.

And, as fate would have it, so have you. In much less awful circumstances, but still traumatic.

It was a toxic friendship, and it ended only after you finally got away from them around that September. Like Clay did for Samantha, you gave this friend everything but you only got about half the sincerity and care in return.

You and Clay encounter each other the next day, and this time the conversation ends up being longer than the first. You two have a chat about your new favorite tv show- or, if you prefer, the whole country’s favorite new tv show- The Office! [leave me alone. I’m a sucker for it. I’m almost sure every adult in the United States was watching this show during its initial run. My parents were! I don’t know what to tell you]

The two of you start out as friends, but after a couple of weeks, you get closer to Clay. You let down your walls even more, and he lets down his.

Because of your internalized ableism, you fear that Clay will never look at you the same way if you tell him that you’re on the autism spectrum.

But he surprises you when you tell him that you are. He just says, “I’m glad you told me,” before he shows you the scar from his heart transplant surgery.

You listen to him describe his experience- you immediately despise his ex wife, Samantha, because not only are you jealous of her, but you’re also very angry that she put Clay through a year of lies. After he finishes the story, he cries. You hold him, and you cry too because of the fact that it went horribly wrong, when it really shouldn’t have!

But what’s done is done. And Clay is alive. But the pain still remains. Not just the physical pain, he has meds for that. There’s no medicine to fix a broken heart.

But when he’s with you… he feels so safe. And you feel safe with him too. But still, you have fears about him turning around and telling you that he doesn’t like you.

And yet, you two can’t seem to be apart for one day without spending time together. Whether it’s for an Office watch party, or just to take a walk around New York.

You have a dog named Zip. [Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen! I will never move on. That dog was everything to me] He’s a golden retriever, and he’s your best friend. Along with your roommate, but Zip is the best dog in the world. [hey, like in real life! 😩 I miss my dog!] Clay loves him, even if he sheds a lot, and has fish breath.

But that dog loves Clay right back.

If you’re being completely honest, that toxic friend was kind of indifferent to Zip. But not Clay. Clay always has a new dog toy to give to Zip.

“You’re going to spoil him!”, you say when he comes to your apartment to watch the premiere of The Office Season Four.

“That’s the plan,” Clay replies nonchalantly. “And besides, it was only five bucks.”

You’ve known Clay is rich. That’s not what bothers you. What bothers you is that he seems to spend so much money on dog toys! During one of the commercial breaks in the show, you ask him, “Why do you always buy dog toys for my dog? I’ve never asked that of you.”

He shrugs. “Well, I love Zip, and I love his owner too,” he says. Before you can even react, Clay takes your hand and kisses it softly. “You heard me. I love you.”

Tears prickle your eyes. You feel your cheeks heating up. You want to tell him that you feel exactly the same way… but no words come from your mouth. All the insecurities you’ve ever felt are coming back, but you don’t want them back.

Clay can tell when something is wrong and when you feel awful. Especially if you’re trying really hard to hide your tears. “Y/N, is everything okay?”, he asks softly.

“Yeah.”

“No,” he says, “there’s something wrong. You know you can talk to me.”

“I- I don’t know how to say it… other than I love you too.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Zip comes over, so you start petting him. “I just… I don’t know how you could ever actually love me.”

Clay can’t help but scoff. “You’re kidding, right?” The look on your face tells him that no, you are a hundred percent serious. That breaks his still very new heart.

“Well, first off, you’re very beautiful,” he says as he cups one of your cheeks, “and secondly, you’re funny. And third… I feel like I could trust you with my life. And it’s still not easy for me to do that right now, but I really do trust you.” He takes a deep breath, pets Zip too. “Do you trust me, Y/N?”, he asks in that soft voice that gives you butterflies in your stomach.

Without hesitation, you nod. “Yes.” Zip is at your feet now. You look down and see that he’s got his head on Clay’s feet. “I think Zip loves you too.”

He smiles widely as he asks, “Is that true, buddy?” The dog sighs in response. Clay laughs. “Good boy.”

The commercial break ends. That point in The Office comes up: https://youtu.be/JF5HCUmINE4?si=YlzcY-2yZABy_i-n

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You guys have to rewind it three times because you’re laughing so hard!

By the time the “Fun Run” scene happens, Clay has your head in his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair. You’re both completely in love with each other, but not quite sure how to define your relationship now.

But as soon as the show is finished, Clay gives you an easy option: be his girlfriend. And you don’t deny him that very first kiss. It’s your first kiss. And you’re very happy that it’s Clay.

Your first date is actually in Central Park’s dog park. And yes, Zip comes along. But neither of you would have it any other way because you both love that dog so much. And Clay loves you so much. And you love him so much.

Your first proper date is at a fancy restaurant, and Clay has used his wealth to his advantage, making sure that the venue is sensory friendly and that you can eat as you please without worrying about encountering something that might make you uncomfortable.

Your second date ends at his old childhood home, which he inherited from his mother. She gave her heart to him so he could live, and you wish you could have met her because she sounded like an amazing mother.

But it’s here that Clay gives you his all, and where you give yourself up to him. It’s a bit scary at first, but Clay is as patient as can be. He’s gentle, and he very much understands how vulnerable this moment is for you.

But he surprises you once again because he praises your body, flaws and all. He doesn’t just praise you with words. No, he praises you with his actions. The one that takes your breath away is the act of kissing you where you two will eventually join your bodies together. It’s a long act, one that Clay draws out for at least an hour before he makes you come… quite hard.

He’s constantly glancing up at you while he eats you out, constantly speaking to you and taking care of you as he gently squeezes your thighs. “You’re so pretty.” You whine in response. “You are so pretty, sweetheart.” You whimper and shake your head, but before you can even protest… he gives you even more affectionate and passionate affirmations. You can’t form words to express your feelings of self doubt because you’re just feeling so, so good… and it’s all because of Clay Beresford’s mouth.

By the time you’ve come down from that orgasm, you speak. And the words make your boyfriend sad. “I’m not pretty.”

He’s just finished washing his mouth [because safe sex] when you tell him this.

Clay’s heart nearly stops. If it had been the one he was born with, he’s sure he’d have dropped dead as a result of hearing you say such a thing about yourself. But thank goodness he has his mother’s incredibly strong heart. It doesn’t hurt any less, of course, because the fact remains: you don’t think you’re pretty.

“Y/N, you are very beautiful,” he says as he walks over to you and takes your face in his hands. “You hear me?” You can’t help but take your eyes away from his because you feel so overwhelmed by the sincerity of his words. “Come on, baby. Look at me.” When you do, he kisses your forehead and tells you, “I know you’re struggling right now, but I want to help you. So, just for tonight, I want you to pretend that you know you’re the most beautiful woman alive. And I know it’s not gonna be easy, but I believe in you. And I’m gonna make sure you feel so good, okay?”

You find yourself nodding, even though a part of you is still in doubt about what he’s saying. Not the feeling good part, obviously. He already proved himself to be very, very skilled at making you feel good. It’s you who’s worried that you won’t make him feel good. “Clay?”

“What, my love?”, he asks softly.

You’re terrified to ask it, but you do it anyway. “What if you don’t like fucking me?”

He frowns and shakes his head, tells you, “I’m not fucking you, I’m making love to you, sweetheart.”

“But what if you don’t like it?”

Clay is already so protective of you- to be fair, he was protective of you when he first heard about that terribly toxic friend- and he doesn’t like that you’re feeling so insecure right now. “Come here, Y/N,” he whispers softly as he pulls you into a very tight hug. “I love you so much. You’re so important to me. And I’m never leaving. I think I fell for you when we first bumped into each other, you know? I know it’s only been a couple of months, but… I feel like I could trust you more than anything right now.” He pulls back, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He lingers close to your lips, his eyes closing as he adds, “Which is why I’m taking this step with you right now. And you can back out at any time, Y/N. Or if you need to take a break, that’s okay too. Just remember that I love you, and that I will always love you.”

It’s that kind of sentiment that makes you wonder if Clay is a real human being… and that reminds you of how lucky you are. You trust him with everything, and you are sure that he’s going to make your first time wonderful for you. You can’t help bursting into tears because of how emotionally overwhelming this revelation is, and he holds you in his arms while you cry.

When you’re calm enough, the passionate but gentle love making starts. Clay whispers sweet nothings in your ear, kissing your skin as he moves his hips back and forth between your legs. You’re shy, quiet… but you’re certainly enjoying yourself and feeling very loved by this man. This beautiful man, who has gone through terrible trauma, is trusting you to never judge him or abandon him. And you are doing the same for him. This man adores you, a woman on the autism spectrum with a strong love for The Office. He loves you, and your dog. He loves you, flaws and all. And you love him right back.

After you’ve both been physically and emotionally satisfied, you clean up from the sexual encounter before Clay takes you back to your place. He ends up staying with you the entire night because he loves after sex cuddles. They’re absolutely a must in a relationship, and that’s another sign that you’re so lucky. This man adores spending every single second with you.

Your morning routine starts early since you have to feed Zip, then take him out to the bathroom, then get ready for the day. The night after your incredible date with Clay, this routine starts as usual. But before you can do step three, you find Clay in the kitchen. Of course he made breakfast for you. Classic perfect boyfriend move. But it’s honest, and it’s a weekend.

You actually have the apartment to yourself, and Clay stays with you and Zip. And there’s a new episode of The Office. It’s just so perfect. It’s just you, your dog and your boyfriend. A tiny little family.

And you end up moving to his place after the seventh date. THE SEVENTH DATE!

You celebrate with pizza, watching the newest of The Office… and it might just be the best episode yet. https://youtu.be/OdJvARPclnU?si=Qi2Lw6sNg1BpPTqA

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After taking care of Zip for the night, the celebration continues. You and Clay dance together in his living room, then immediately begin to make out on the couch. Clay loves giving you hickeys. He’s really good at putting them in places where not many people can see them. But tonight, he gives you a hickey that he hopes you’ll never stop looking at in the mirror.

The make out is quickly followed by a long night of love making. Clay’s a bit feral tonight, but he’s just as gentle as usual. Still, he’s practically starving for you and your body. He loves going down on you, usually does that before the actual penetrative act happens. Tonight, he takes it really seriously because of how excited he is to spend the night with you.

You end up making love until midnight. It’s so much more intimate than the last few times you guys made love. And, no surprise to you, it’s far more emotional. Perhaps it’s because of the way Clay holds you, and the way he talks to you. But you just feel so good and safe and loved by him, especially when he whispers in your ear, “Who’s my special girl?”

Usually, when you hear that word, you cringe. But when Clay says it… it makes your heart get all warm and fuzzy. The way he says it doesn’t make you feel like a burden. “Me,” you say softly.

“Yes. That’s right. You,” he says in that soft, dark tone. “And don’t ever forget it, sweetheart,” he tells you as he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts. You hold onto him tightly as you feel your body getting more tense, your mind getting hazier by the second because of how good he’s making you feel. He can feel you getting tighter around him now, and he starts to encourage you to let go. “That’s right. Come on, baby. Come for me. I wanna feel you coming. I can feel you. You’re so close. Come on, Y/N-“

You both have an orgasm at the exact same time. It’s never happened before… but it excites you both, and it definitely further proves your mutual love for each other.

If you ever get overstimulated by the loud sounds of the Big Apple, Clay is understanding. He helps you get through the rough period, making sure you can navigate through the chaos. Sometimes, he overdoes it but he’s learning.

[I definitely need to make a part two. But what do you think? Was it… okay? I also intend to make an SFW version because yeah]

#Youtube #fanfiction #clay beresford smut #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford #autistic!reader #the office #hayden christensen #awake 2007 #Clay Beresford x autistic!reader #headcanons #I intend to make an SFW version of this in the future #but enjoy this for now #Clay Beresford fluff #fluffy smut #anakin skywalker #clay beresford x you

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adoreanakin · 2 months

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Valentines Day with Clay

#clayton beresford jr #hayden christensen #moodboards ˚₊‧꒰ა #valentines day #valentines day moodboard #anakin skywalker imagine #clay x reader #clay x reader smut #awake 2007

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erosmutt · 1 month

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౨ৎ CLAYTON BERESFORD.

⋆ CLAY'S PLAYLIST

౨ৎ DRABBLES.

౨ৎ FICS.

౨ৎ BOTS.

ᯓ★ [c.ai] The Glory au

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Abusive Sugar Daddy Clay (and sugar baby!USER)

#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles!#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's fics!#૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა bnuuy loves hayden christensen #૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა bnuuy loves clay beresford #awake 2007 #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford #clayton beresford #clay beresford x reader smut #clay beresford smut #clay beresford x you #clay beresford x y/n #clayton beresford x reader #clayton beresford x reader smut #clayton beresford x you #clayton beresford x y/n #clayton beresford smut #hayden christensen #hayden christensen smut

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suhsweet · 21 days

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whatever you want ⟡ kmg

wc: 2007 | pair: bf!mingyu x afab!reader | genre: smut (18+, minors go away), established relationship | tags: somnophilia, half-asleep mingyu, kinda sub!mingyu?, reader happily does all the work, unprotected piv, barely a hint of a size kink, mention of reader having longer hair, pet names: baby, angel

summary: when mingyu’s tired, but you’re needy, he lets you use him however you please

author's note: i didn't realise that i started this blog, and this little drabble on mingyu's birthday cause i forgot about it… what a wonderful coincidence lol. happy birthday to my first kpop bias, and my dream husband <3 please enjoy my first piece of writing on tumblr EVER

It must’ve been around three in the morning when you woke. A thin sliver of moonlight peaked through the windows of your shared bedroom with Mingyu. Beside you, your lover slept peacefully. His light breathing, evenly paced, reached your ears. His lashes fluttered lightly as he slept, and his hair was mussed from the tossing and turning he often does to get comfortable.

Your hand gently came up to cup his cheek— light enough to avoid disturbing him, but heavy enough to not tickle him. You ran your thumb over his cheek while your eyes travelled over his features. The mole on his nose, the sharp slope of it, to his jaw, to his soft lips.

You carefully snuggled closer to him, close enough to kiss said mole, and said lips. Being so close to him, with his breathing caressing your face suddenly had you feeling needy for him. He should be awake, kissing you back, and running his fingers through your hair as he slowly rolls you onto your back as he breathily groans your name, and brings his large hands down your body towards your—

Sleep was keeping him from you. And you, with your wild imagination, now feeling extra needy, couldn’t possibly wait until morning.

You and Mingyu, little freaks, had spoken about fantasies and kinks once you were well into your relationship. Somnophilia was one of his, and you knew he was happy to have you touch him while he was asleep. He said, and I quote, “That is the hottest thing I can ever imagine you doing to me.”

So, with the sheets pushed off of you, and you now upright, you bent down to kiss your boyfriend’s cheek while adjusting him onto his back. The mix of Mingyu’s bodywash and cologne clouded your senses and you found yourself draping a leg on either side of him. He was wearing his ridiculously hypnotizing grey sweatpants again, alongside his oversized white t-shirt that hid the toned body underneath.

For a few moments, your quiet breaths and whimpers filled the air. You felt a hand slide up to cup your ass, which was busy grinding on his cock. The friction of your core pressed against him was both easing and heightening your desire for him.

“Baby?” Mingyu’s words came out as a husky whisper.

You smiled softly, “Gyuu.”

You were a siren, Mingyu decided—a succubus. The way you had whispered one word— his name, with so much sensuality had him aching for you instantly. But a glance at the clock told him that he would have to be up in less than four hours for work. He wasn’t in the right mind to please you; he hadn’t been awake for long enough.

Mingyu’s eyes closed once more, both from pleasure and sleep. You began kissing his neck again, then slowly trailed them up towards his sharp jaw, to his smooth cheek, to reach those lips… A throaty groan came out of him, and he lazily reciprocated your kisses. His hand came to cup your cheek and he slowly pulled away. His words came out slurred. “Gotta get up for work in a few hours.”

You rose and planted your hand on his chest, you hadn’t stopped grinding against him. You added more pressure on the point where your bodies met. Mingyu watched you helplessly, groaning with pleasure.

You smiled sweetly, a gleam in your eye that had Mingyu’s cock twitching. “I’ll be quick. I need you.”

“‘M too tired, baby.”

That was a no, and you immediately stopped. The fog in your mind cleared slightly, and you realized how selfish you were to put your lust over his rest. Thank God for the night’s shadows that veiled your flushed face. You smiled, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” you kissed his cheek gently. “I was-”

His hand was on the back of your head, stopping you from pulling away. Mingyu’s head turned to meet your lips once more. “I didn’t mean that you should stop. You’ll need to do all the work.”

“Are you sure?”

With his eyes on you, you recognized the lust hidden behind the sleep in his eyes. They were still half-lidded and would remain that way while you smiled at each other. He looked so dopey that you couldn’t hide your giggle. You had your answer.

He smiled at the sound and sleepily kissed your jaw. “Do whatever you want with me, baby. I’m all yours.”

Giddy, and buzzing from the idea of using Mingyu like a toy, you resumed kissing his neck and reached your hands under his shirt to feel his warm skin. His eyes, still half open, watched as you lowered yourself to the foot of your bed to face his arousal. You palmed it through the fabric of his pants, eyeing his reaction. He smiled softly, encouraging you.

Pushing down his sweatpants and boxers, his erection rose to greet you. You kept your gaze on him, to watch his face scrunch up with want as you slapped it against your tongue. He hissed as you filled your mouth with him, running your tongue against the texture of the head and veins. As began to bob your head up and down, making the filthiest sounds, Mingyu moaned even louder.

Yes, a succubus indeed. Mingyu watched in fascination as you pleasured him. The sight of you and your siren-like eyes was more than enough to make him explode. He flopped an arm across his face. In his head, he tried his best to recount the entire roster of players of his favorite baseball team—anything to distract himself from the angel between his legs.

“Are you falling asleep on me, Gyu?” Your voice was the definition of innocence. You were well aware of his little trick to lasting longer. Your right hand remained on his length, stroking it with your saliva glistening in between your fingers. The slick, wet sounds filled the room.

“Never,” was his response. His arm stayed over his eyes. “Want to be inside you.”

You weren’t one to deny him. Your right hand kept stroking him as you rose on to your knees and pulled down your panties. Mingyu, now watching you once more, tugged at the shirt you wore. His shirt. The perks of having a giant as a boyfriend: oversized sleep shirts. You looked at him, and he blinked at you drowsily. His fingers ceaselessly tugged at the shirt, and you gave in, taking off the shirt in one swift go.

“Finally.” Mingyu immediately let out a deep breath at the sight of you. His hands lazily traced the sides of your body, ending up the swell of your breasts. “My baby’s so sexy.”

You preened at his words. Back to straddling him, his cock still in your hand, you began to lower yourself onto him. Mingyu dragged out a long groan as you lowered yourself to the base of his cock at an achingly slow pace. You swirled your hips, enjoying the sensation of him literally stirring your insides.

Fatigue had Mingyu’s arms fall back to his sides, and he watched you with bleary eyes. If he wasn’t careful, he would’ve drooled. Every stroke you made on his cock had him panting audibly. “Yes, baby. Use me. Use me.”

The words caused a hot flush of desire to run through your body, top to bottom. You pushed the hem of Mingyu’s shirt upwards to reveal his toned stomach and ran your fingers over every ridge, the sensation making him shiver.

“So deep Gyu, so full,” you whimpered.

“I told you that this is the hottest thing ever.” Mingyu looked up at you with a toothy grin. “Waking up to the most gorgeous girl in the world, so needy for me that she uses me when I’m sleeping… You’re making my dreams come true, angel.”

His words spurred you on, and you could feel your incoming climax. You fell onto him and buried your face into the crook of his neck, your favorite place. You almost wanted to cry from the pleasure. “I’m so close to coming.”

Mingyu turned his head to kiss your jaw. His hand cradled your head, the fingers carding through your hair. His breath was warm as he groaned right into your ear. Your pussy clenched at the feeling of it. “Please, baby. I want to feel you soak this cock with your pussy. I need you to use me like a toy.”

“My toy,” you mumbled thoughtlessly.

“Yes angel, your toy. All yours.” With your head buried into his neck, you didn’t witness Mingyu’s face scrunching up in pain. His jaw was clenched. He was so close to coming, but he needed you to come first. He wanted to be good for you. “Make that pretty pussy cum with my cock baby. Then I’ll fill you up.”

“Yessss,” you hissed and rode him harder and faster. Your head was spinning, and in your gut that knot that built up with every stroke on Mingyu’s cock started to unravel. You trembled on top of him, and your sweet moans caused Mingyu to start chasing his own release.

He held onto your hips as he planted his feet on the mattress and started thrusting upwards into your heat. Like a madman, he moaned deliriously. They were long, dragged-out raspy groans and pants that matched each thrust. The onslaught of his movements had you moaning desperately, and the sound was music to his ears. Such soft moans that contrasted with the deep bass of his groans.

“Cum with me Mingyu,” you rasped, bouncing on his hips with as much fervor as him.

He nodded like an obedient puppy, so desperate to please you. He pulled you back down towards him to make your foreheads meet. Mingyu loved looking into your eyes, loved being so close that he could melt into you. He loved the way your hair created a curtain around yourselves. It was only the two of you in that moment.

His head tilted back as his lips searched for yours. You met his lips, and allowed your release to take over. Mingyu held your head in place as you moaned into his ear, causing him to tip over the edge with you.

He pistoned himself faster into you as your legs gave out. You heard him babble nonsensical things as his bliss took over. He mumbled something about how much he loved your eyes, and your hair, and how cute you were. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you. His other arm, which was wrapped around your waist, tightened while he gave three final strokes. You felt it, the warmth that filled your core and heard his moans fill the room.

Soon enough the room fell quiet agin, leaving just your heavy breathing. Mingyu looked up at you in wonder. His fingers pushed your hair back to gain a better view of your beautiful, flushed face. “We should do this every night.”

Smiling to yourself at the thought, you cleaned yourself up. Once you returned, Mingyu had already wiped himself down with a tissue, and fixed his clothes. You opened your mouth to say something before noticing the soft snores that came from him. He must’ve been really tired, or you literally sucked the life out of him like an actual succubus.

As you clambered back into bed, and wrapped your body around him like he was a body pillow, you decided you would have to make an extra strong cup of coffee for him in the morning.

#kim mingyu #mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu imagines #svt mingyu #mingyu fanfic

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bloatedandalone04 · 6 months

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In The Way I Need You | Part 1

Series Masterlist

➪in which joey starts school and clay realizes he might have to listen to his mothers advice of hiring a sitter, but quickly warms up to that after idea meeting a seemingly sweet girl while on his way to work.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 3.6k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“Clayton Beresford, get up,” the sound of his mother’s voice made Clay cringe as he grabbed his pillow and placed it over his head. “Clay, get up. Joey has been asking for his dad for the last half hour, you need to get up.”

Clay groaned as she ripped the pillow away from him and threw it on the opposite side of the bed before walking over to the curtains and pulling them open. “Mother,”

“Don’t mother me, Clay,” Lilith scolds as she moves back around the bed and stands over him. “You need to get ready for work, and get Joey ready for school, it’s his first day.”

With a huff, Clay sits up and throws the sheets off him. “You couldn’t have gotten him dressed for me?”

Lilith scoffs, walking towards the door. “I made him breakfast, you can pick out his clothing,” and then she was gone and Clay was left alone in the bed that felt all too big for just one person.

Looking around his room, he sighs at how messy it had gotten since his last attempt at cleaning it. He grew up damn near spoiled and never had to worry about cleaning his room or making his bed, so now at the age of twenty seven, he was terrible at both those tasks.

He looks over at the right side of the bed, and more specifically at how empty it was. That spot should be filled. She should be here, with him and with their son, but life really enjoys playing with him sometimes.

Sighing again, he gets up and throws on his work clothing, which really felt more like a formal event outfit than anything else. He finishes buttoning up his white shirt as he enters the kitchen, his eyes instantly landing on his son. “Hey, buddy,” he greets as he leans down and kisses the top of his head. “Did you have a good sleep?”

Joey nods and sets the crust of his toast down on the plate. “I’m still tired,”

Clay laughs and picks up the half eaten toast. “You are?” He asks and finishes his kids breakfast, his mind going back to when he was Joey’s age and also didn’t like crust. “You went to bed pretty early last night. Unless you were just pretending to be asleep when I came and checked in on you.”

Joey shakes his head quickly as Lilith laughs from her place at the sink, her arms crossed as she blows on the coffee mug in her hand. “No, dad,” he answers as he stares up into Clay’s matching blue eyes.

“No?” Clay hums, picking up the now empty plate and walking over to his mom.

She stays still as he reaches around her to set the plate down in the sink, a teasing smile on her lips. “He’s got you wrapped around his finger,” she stated. “You’re aware of that, right?”

Clay laughs and nods, looking back at his son as he scribbled on a blank piece of paper with a yellow crayon. “I know,” he agrees, looking down at his mom’s attire. “Are you staying home today?”

Lilith glances down at her housecoat clad body with a shrug. “I’m wrapped around that kid’s finger, too,” she grinned, finishing off her coffee and putting the mug in the sink as well. “I’ll get my work done early so I can be here when he gets home, but I really think it’s time we start looking for a more stable sitter. I know you don’t like talking about it, but I think you should consider hiring a nanny.”

Clay sighs and moves away, standing behind Joey and placing his hands on the back of his chair. “I said I’d think about it,” he muttered. “I haven’t come to a conclusion yet.”

“It’s not a bad idea to have someone here to look after him while we’re at work. Someone to get him to and from school, helps get him ready in the mornings,” she pointed out. “Like a nanny.”

“He doesn’t need a nanny,” Clay mumbled, reaching a hand up to flatten out Joey’s messy hair. “I don’t want my son growing up in that kind of environment.”

“You had a nanny when you were little, Clay,” she reminded as she moved away from the sink. “You turned out pretty well.”

“I’m a single dad at the age of twenty seven, mother,” he rasped. “And I still live with my mother.”

“I told you I never liked that girl, Clayton,” she scolded as she wrapped her robe tighter around her body. “And I also told you that this is your home for as long as you want it to be. You want to move out, fine, but then who will be there to help look after Joey? No one. Unless you listen to me and hire someone to do it.”

And then she was disappearing down the hall to get ready for the day. Grunting under his breath, Clay leaned down and pulled Joey’s chair out. “Come on, let’s get you dressed,” he held his hand out, grinning when the much smaller one grabbed it.

The phone rang five times before Clay was sent to voicemail.

He wasn’t surprised, but the silence still irked him. Glancing at his driver, Clay turned a bit and tried to make it a little more private, but he was literally in the backseat of a car on his way to work. How private could it really be? “Hey, it’s me again,” he started, not missing the way Rick, his driver, glanced back at him. “Joey started school today. Can you believe it? Our son started school.”

Rick straightened up at the harsh tone of Clay’s voice and quickly put his attention back on the busy street of New York, surely sensing that this would not be a nice voicemail.

Clay paid him no mind as he continued, “He’s four now. Did you know that? You should, he’s your kid, too. You should know how old he is and you should’ve been there for his first day of school,”

He wasn’t entirely sure if his ex even still used this number, or if he was just making these calls for nothing. She must, seeing as her voicemail hasn’t gotten full yet, and he’s been giving her these updates for the past three years now as a way to cope with not having her in his life anymore.

Clay knew she didn’t deserve to know about what’s been going on in Joey’s life, and he knew he shouldn’t be wasting time leaving her messages, but he couldn’t help it.

He didn’t know if he wanted to rub it in her face about how good of a parent he turned out to be, or how amazing their son is. He just wanted her to know that she royally fucked up when she decided to leave before Joey even turned one.

“You should’ve been there, Sam,” he said again, his voice wavering as he let his anger that had been building up since she left get to his head. “How the fuck could you do that to him? To us?”

Clay looks out the window and sees that he’s almost to the building in which he would be spending the next eight hours in.

Sighing, he wraps up the call. “Whatever, Sam. I hope you realize one day how much you’ve missed out on and how much our son has missed out on,” he muttered. “Not that you even care. Delete this, listen to it, do whatever you want. That’s what you’re best at.”

And then he hung up and was left feeling even worse.

It always ended that way, with him heated up with anger and with Sam probably feeling great at the fact that she is still able to rile him up without even being there.

Rick pulls off to the side of the street and looks back at Clay. “We’ve arrived, Mr. Beresford,”

Clay scoffs quietly, shrugging off his jacket since his skin had begun to sport a thin layer of sweat from how annoyed he got during the one-sided call. “Mr. Beresford was my dad,” he says, leaning back against the seat. He wasn’t ready to go in there yet. He was so frustrated and didn’t want to accidentally go off on anyone in that building because he still isn’t over his ex. “It’s just Clay. You know that.”

“I do,” Rick nods, sending him an apologetic smile in the rearview mirror. “Everything alright, Clay?”

Nodding, Clay looks out the window. “Everything is fine,” he lies as he watches a girl pace back and forth on the sidewalk. New York was a massive place and not easy to navigate through, but it was clear that she was new here. She wore a pale pink skirt and a white top that ended just above the hem of the skirt, which is not something people here usually wear.

Clay has lived here a long time and the people of New York were stereotypical in the way they wore their favorite sports teams logos on their clothes or baggy jeans and a t-shirt.

Most of them didn’t care and didn’t put a lot of effort into their appearance, simply because no one would notice. It was why he got a lot of stares whenever he walked around in dress pants and a tie.

The girl looked confused and lost and Clay felt a bit bad for her. Even he got a bit turned around at times, and he’s lived here his whole life. He owns half of it, too.

He also couldn’t ignore how pretty this girl is.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen his ex in years and he hadn’t let himself look at any of the women in the city as a potential partner as he was overly protective of both his son and his heart.

Or maybe it was because he simply felt bad for the girl and her clear lack of directions.

Whatever it was, it had him opening the car door without much of a second thought.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you looked up at the street sign then back at the paper in your hand.

After living in New York for the last couple weeks, you were beginning to think you would never get to know your way around it. The place was massive and so confusing to navigate through if you didn’t know where you were going, and you clearly didn’t.

You had been waiting to hear back from this job for days now and when you were finally given a chance for an interview, you couldn’t figure out how to get there. Your coffee did nothing to wake your brain up enough for you to be able to think clearly, and you debated on just throwing the rest of it away, but you were raised not to waste food or drinks when there are others who are less fortunate than you.

With an annoyed sigh, you stopped walking and stared down at the page again, not paying any attention to the car you were now standing beside as the door opened and someone stepped out.

You don’t look up from the paper as you move forward and walk straight into another person, your coffee slipping from your hand and spilling onto the pristine white shirt of a man. “Oh, my God,” you gasp, not noticing that the page that held the address had also gotten soaked from the spill. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry.”

It was the least of your worries as your eyes trailed up and met a pair of blue ones. Your breath hitched as the stranger smiled and shook his head as if he didn’t care at all that his white shirt was now stained with warm coffee. “It’s okay,” he said and his voice lived up to his appearance. Dreamy. Hot. Intimidating, even.

“That looks expensive,” you think out loud when you look back down at his ruined button up, then quickly wipe the worry off your face and replace it with fake confidence. “Which is totally fine, I can pay to have it fixed or cleaned or…whatever.” Really, you most likely couldn’t afford to do that, but he didn’t need to know that.

The stranger laughed and it was probably the sexiest thing you had ever heard. “Don’t worry about it,” he waved you off and took the napkin from you when you held it out to him.

You chew on your bottom lip as he begins to wipe up some of the coffee, though you both knew it wouldn’t do a thing to save the shirt. “Were you just going to work or something? I’d hate for you to have to wear that for the rest of the day,” you gestured to the mess on his shirt but he just shrugged and threw the napkin into the trash can that was nearby.

“I was actually debating on whether or not I should go home and skip work, then I saw you and thought you looked a little lost,” he grinned at the way your face flushed and how your cheeks were tinted pink. “Thought I could help you out a bit but ended up wearing your drink, instead.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a small, embarrassed laugh. “I’m so sorry,”

“It’s fine,” he brushed you off again then looked a bit hesitant as he added, “I’m Clay.”

He holds his hand out to you, making you look down at it before back up at his eyes. “Y/n,”

You shake hands and hate how you found yourself wanting to hold his for much longer than a few seconds. “So, in hopes I don’t sound like a total creep when I ask,” he begins, giving you a somewhat nervous smile. “Where were you trying to get to?”

Laughing, you shake your head and look down at the ruined paper. “No, not at all,” you say, throwing the paper into the trash as well. “It’s that obvious that I’m lost, huh?”

Clay shrugged again, stepping back towards the car and opening the backseat door. “Only a little,” he teased and pulled out his jacket, efficiently covering up most of his shirt. “I’ve lived here my whole life. Maybe I can point you in the right direction, if you want.”

You knew you were late for the interview, but you wanted to stay and talk with him for a bit longer. What was wrong with you? Why do you always do this around cute guys? Though, calling Clay cute felt a bit like an understatement. He was by far the hottest man you had ever seen in your life. “Please,” you say quietly, stepping towards him. “I was trying to get to this interview at the Milton Hotel, but the directions were hard to understand even before I got coffee all over them.”

Clay laughs and closes the door, turning around and nodding towards the intersection down the street. “You were pretty close, believe it or not,” of course, you wanted to say but held back. “You just take a left at the lights and go straight for about three blocks until you reach a bookstore that’s across from the old jail.”

He turned back to face you and you realized you were barely paying attention to his directions as you were far too focused on how good his backside looks.

“The hotel is above the bookstore,” he finished and you gave him a grateful smile. “So, not too far now.”

“Thank you,” you say and look down the street, not quite ready to leave the presence of him.

Maybe he didn’t want you to leave, either. “What’s the interview for? If you don’t mind me asking,”

You wave your hand. “Not at all,” you say again. “Just some babysitting gig. I finally got my CPR certificate and know how busy New York is. Thought it would be a good place to start.”

What are the odds..

Clay nods and tries to come off as casual as he leaned against the backdoor of the car. “Babysitting? Do you have much experience?”

“Yeah, about three years worth,” you answer, fidgeting with your fingers and Clay found himself hoping he wasn’t making you uncomfortable with all his questions. It had been too long since he actually let himself talk to a girl for more than a minute since Sam, so he was glad to see he was still able to decently hold a conversation. “I did it a lot through high school.”

“Yeah? When’d you graduate?” He wasn’t sure why he wanted to know so much about you, but it was clear the two of you got along pretty well for two strangers. He was sure he could hook you up with a job if you didn’t get this one, and now he was once again wondering why he cared so much.

“Two years ago,” you replied and it didn’t seem like you were uncomfortable with him at all, so he decided to try his luck.

“Well, I hope the interview goes well,” he says and thinks about how he wouldn’t mind having someone like you around his son for the hours he was at work. Though Clay has some massive trust issues, he knew he would need to find someone to look after Joey soon. “And if it doesn’t, there’s many other opportunities that are waiting for you in this city.”

“Yeah?” You gave him a teasing smile and Clay had to physically hold back a smirk in response. “Like what?”

Clay stiffened a bit as he chose his words carefully. “You said you’re a babysitter, right?” And when you nodded, he continued, “My son started school today, but he still needs someone to watch him until I get back from work. If that is something you’re interested in, there’s an opportunity for you right there. But I’m sure the interview will go great.”

You study his face for a bit, making Clay think he said something wrong, before you grin up at him. “Thanks for the boost of confidence,” you soften your smile. “I might take you up on that offer, if your kid is cool, that is.”

Clay laughed as he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. “He’s the coolest kid in New York, that’s for sure,” he says and hands his phone to you. “Let me know how it goes? And if you’re interested in looking after the coolest kid you’ll probably ever meet for a few hours of your day.”

Your laugh reaches his ears just as you take his phone and quickly type in a number, one he hoped was actually yours and not a fake one. He couldn’t lie, it wasn’t often he asked for girls’ numbers, but you seemed sweet and like you knew what you were doing. Except for when it came to reading directions, but even that was understandable. He was also doing this to give his poor mom a break, and to make sure his son was in good hands when he was gone. “I’ll text you,” you promised as you handed him back his phone. “Thanks for the help. I really appreciate it.”

He took his phone and pocketed it. “It was nice to meet you, Y/n,”

You begin backing away as you smile at him. “You too,” you wave. “Sorry again about your shirt. You wear that coffee well, if it helps.”

Clay laughs again as you turn around and begin heading down the street in the direction of the lights.

The window of the car rolls down and he briefly hears Rick clear his throat. “I’ll pick you up at four, Mr. Beresford?”

And Clay was far too distracted to be able to correct him again, so he just nodded before tearing his eyes away from your retreating form and heading into the building.

Clay had gotten held up today and he had to text his mom and ask if she could pick Joey up from school. He knew it would be so much easier if he had a stable sitter to ask, and he was quickly beginning to agree with his mothers requests of hiring one.

While Clay wanted to be the one to pick Joey up from his first day, he was glad he would have his grandma there. He knew his mom was probably his son’s favorite person, and he couldn’t even get mad at that fact because Clay had to admit; Lilith Beresford was an amazing woman and an even better mom.

As he began packing up his things, his mind drifted back to you for what felt like the tenth time since meeting you all those hours ago. He didn’t know what it was, but Clay felt captivated by you.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t let himself get close to another girl since Sam, let alone have a full on conversation with one.

Maybe it was because he found you cute and sweet and a bit funny.

Either way, he was thinking about you as he shrugged his jacket back on and over his stained shirt at the same time his phone went off.

He checked it as he turned off the lights to his office, a genuine smile finding its way onto his lips as he read the text,

The interview was a fail. I think it was over before it even began. Any chance I could set up one with you? Very curious about this supposed coolest kid in New York.

And when you added a,

This is Y/n, by the way. The one who ruined your shirt because I have no sense of direction.

He knew he was probably screwed.

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Unwanted: Chapter 17, Unanswered - Pt. 5*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Explicit Dream!Sexual Content - Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here. (dream!oral (f-receiving))

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: A conversation with Steve informed you that Bucky was fine, and on his way back to the Tower. He just couldn't be bothered to contact you, it seems. Cool. Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool.

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You went about the rest of your evening and night as normally as you possibly could to distract yourself, checking up on the work emails you’d missed while you were ill and approving some requests for PTO. You’d listened to some back episodes of a True Crime podcast you’d been meaning to catch up on and aimlessly browsed Reddit, making some anonymous posts debunking some of the more outrageous relationship theories that were popping up concerning you and Steve. You were most definitely, for example, not having his super soldier baby.

Fortunately, you only threw up once during that time, and you were optimistic when, after you did, your stomach growled with hunger. You headed to the kitchen, considering potentially grabbing a plate of Thai leftovers from the other night, but remembering your reaction to Nat’s to-go plate, you opted instead to just make yourself a turkey and cheese sandwich. Best not to risk a repeat performance.

Once you made it back to your room, you decided you’d been awake long enough and called it a night. Checking your phone one last time, you were disappointed, yet not surprised, to see you still had no new messages from Bucky. As you put your head down on your pillow, you could only hope tomorrow would bring better tidings, and soon, you were asleep.

You were dreaming. And oh, it was a very good dream, indeed. You weren’t exactly sure what you were dreaming about, you just knew that delicious tension was building low in your stomach and, fleetingly, you hoped it was the kind of dream where you actually got to finish, and not the kind that left you frustratingly hanging over the precipice without actually falling. Those dreams were the fucking worst.

The dream slowly came into focus, Bucky’s head between your legs, his soft hair brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as his tongued fucked you, the hardened muscle working its way in and out of your cunt as if drawing life from it.

You moaned in your sleep as his tongue slipped from your weeping hole, only to latch onto your clit, dancing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt your back arch off the bed as his thick fingers found your entrance and began working their way in and out of you, the pace growing faster by the minute. God. This dream was so fucking good, you never wanted to wake up. Your orgasm was so close, you could practically taste it.

“Bucky,” you moaned in your sleep. Even as a figment of your imagination, he was good enough to elicit sinful sounds from your lips. The pressure was building. You were nearly there.

“That’s it, doll,” Dream Bucky said, his nose rubbing against your clit. He added another finger, stretching you so damned well. “Almost there, baby. You can do it. Come for me.” His mouth returned to your clit, suckling from it and driving you over the edge.

Your breath was coming in ragged gasps, the noises you were making positively pornographic without your conscious mind awake enough to dampen them. But Dream Bucky kept working you through your release, rhythm never faltering.

“I think you can give me another one, pretty girl,” Dream Bucky said. He increased his pace, and soon you were falling again, your arousal coating his hands.

When your aftershocks had subsided, Dream Bucky’s hands pulled away, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. But then, you felt your bed dip, felt the solid, comforting presence of Bucky’s body as it crawled up alongside of you, felt his arms wrap around your waist.

You weren’t dreaming.

“Buck?” you rasped, voice still thick with sleep. “Is that really you, or am I still dreaming?” You reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the unmistakably real sensation of his overgrown stubble against your palm.

“I’m sorry sweets,” Bucky said, a devious smirk plastered across his face, “did I wake you?” He was already divested of most of his clothing, down to just a pair of tight, burgundy boxer briefs.

You yawned and raised your arms over your head, stretching out like a cat. “Was I supposed to sleep through that?” you asked him.

“Mm,” he said, kissing the side of your neck and making you shiver, “I’d really hoped you wouldn’t.” He shifted and you could feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against you. It woke you up immediately.

“Why the fuck haven’t you called me back?” you snapped suddenly, all traces of sleep having gone, leaving you with only your anxiety and unanswered questions. “I’ve been worried fucking sick all day long and I haven’t heard a peep from you! You think you can just give me 24 hours of radio silence, not knowing if you were dead or alive, and come waltzing back here with that magic tongue and I’d just–”

Bucky silenced you with a bruising kiss. “Magic tongue, huh?” he said when you broke for air. You nodded dumbly, currently unable to form a sentence with the way he’d just kissed the shit out of you.

“‘m so sorry, sweets,” Bucky said, his hands slowly making their way to the hem of your sleep shirt and pulling up, exposing your breasts to his lingering gaze. “I never meant to make you worry.” He slipped the shirt over your head, and despite your ire, you helped him do it. “Forgot to pack my international adapter for m’ phone.” He began placing gentle kisses to your breasts. “Battery died.” He took one nipple hungrily into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the peaked flesh. “Couldn’t charge it.” Then the other. You carded your hands through his hair. “Think you can find it in your heart to forgive me?”

His hand snaked down your belly to cup your heat. God, he had a way of making you feel so fucking good.

“I might be able to be persuaded,” you breathed as his fingers began toying through your slick folds. But logic soon smacked you like one of Natasha’s “love punches,” and you reached out a hand to stop his movements. “We should probably talk first.”

A flash of panic crossed Bucky’s face, and you wondered if he was worried about the articles. “Did you get my messages?” you asked him nervously.

Bucky nodded. “Plugged my phone in back in my room as soon as I got home,” he said. “Hadn’t seen the articles, but even if I had, I know you of all people would never do somethin’ like that. I’d have to be a fucking moron to think so. I know you’d never hurt me.” He had a far away look in his eyes for a moment, and you wondered if he was imagining you and Steve together.

You reached up to cup his face. “But did you see the other part?” you asked him.

“The part about you being ready to try us again?” he asked with a smile. When you nodded he leaned in and kissed you, a quick, sweet peck. “Darlin’, why the hell do you think I rushed over here to wake you up like that? Couldn’t stand to waste another second.”

“Well, then we better make up for lost time,” you teased, reaching down to slide your hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs.”

“I like the way you think,” Bucky grinned as he rolled over until he was lying on top of you. “I hope you’re not tired, sweetheart, because I got plans to keep you up all night long.”

“You talk a big talk, Barnes,” you smirked as you stroked him, firm and slow. “I hope you can back up your words.”

The look Bucky gave you was absolutely sinful as he reached down to free himself. Pressing the head of his cock against your swollen clit, he kissed you again. “Hold on to something, doll,” he said, nipping at the skin of your pulsepoint. “Cause you’re gonna have to beg me to stop.”

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mikqls0n · 1 year

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He’s mine||jace wayland x fem!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: jace being the perfect boyfriend, swearing, jealousy, use of y/n, slight smut

Summary: you and jace are inseparable but now clary comes to the institute and gets interests in jace

Extra: this is placed in 2009 instead of 2007 so jace’s 18 and reader too

“It’s a demon bite!”

After jace had brought this girl into the institute cause he thinks she isn’t a mundane because she saw him killing a demon with Alec and Isabelle made you quit angry.

If you could you would just throw her out of the institute, by just the way she looks at jace. Your boyfriend.

“Look she’s awake” the glass boy said while this girl slowly wakes up.

Jace arms was wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin resting on your head.

“Ah, shit what is that?” Red-head said as she touched the protection rune which cause her pain.

Jace wanted to say something as he got interrupted by glass-boy.

“That’s a rune, you can use them for anything, healing, protection, can yourself visible and invisible which Is so cool! And when you’re hung-“who was not getting cut off by jace.

“No! We weren’t sure but when I draw the rune on you and you didn’t die, we definitely knew you had shadowhunter blood in you” jace explained.

“Ok so here are clothes you Could wear. It’s not everyday we get girls here” Isabelle came in and put the clothes on the table next to red-head.

Jace knew you didn’t liked when other girls would come here so he said.“Alec, could you take clary to hodge? Me and y/n are going to our room”

“Yeah I guess”

———

“You don’t have to be jealous of here love,you know I love you” jace said as he could literally feel your death stares towards clary.

“I’m not, jealous” you tried to hide the fact that, if looks could kill clary would be dead the second you saw her with jace.

“Hmm, my love’s jealous over some girl I don’t know” he teased you with a smirked you absolutely adored.

“Fine. I was. So what I’m not the one giving you the look as she wants to marry you right now”

“But you do”he whispered in you ear.

“Some day”you closed the space between you, as you lips met where he immediately kissed you back.

His hands found you waist as he pushed you against the wall as you make out.

———

“So, this y/n and jace. They seem close” clary said as hodge told her about her mother being in the clave.

“Y/n and jace? Yeah, couple of 6 years, never thought they would truly love each other” clary’s body was filled with jealousy as she listen to hodge.

“And do they fight often?”

“No, at least I never knew or saw a fight between them, they’re always together. Inseparable”

“Hmm, okay..”

———

“Did you lock the door?” You moaned between the sentence as jace’s hands went to unbuckle your belt.

“No, but who cares?”His lips on your neck again, and as Jace was about to pull your pants down you hear a knock from your door.

“NOT NOW” jace yelled as the door opened anyway which revealed clary.

You rolled your eyes as you pulled up your pants.” Hodge said that these silent brothers are ready”

“Yeah uhm, wait downstairs ok?” Jace said as he put on his shirt again.

Clary whispered a “ok” as she closed the door.

“One person gets here and now we don’t even have privacy anymore?”

“I know love but I’ll be back as soon as I am ok? I love you” he quickly kissed you ok the lips before going downstairs.

———

“I can’t believe we’re going to Magnus just because of that stupid girl” You said annoyed as Isabelle did your hair.

“What did we say about being nicer to people?”you rolled your eyes as you and Isabelle went out the door downstairs to the Main door where alec, jace and clary were already standing.

“You look beautiful as always” jace said as kissed you head.

“Thank You” You smiled even wider when you could see clary staring at you two, eyes filled with jealousy.

———

“Well. I haven’t seen you in years shadowhunters” mag is appeared from behind.

“Though,I do kinda need to talk with clary”

“Wait how do you know her?-“simon- the glass boy was cut off by Magnus.

“Come with me”

“I still don’t get why we’re here”You mumbled.

———

You were even more pissed when Simon was kidnapped and you had to safe him because of clary.

That’s why You’re always told “don’t do anything with mundanes” .

But now you’re back and You’re in the library since jace is in the shower anyway.

“What is your problem with me?” You heard a voice behind you.

You turned around and saw clary.

“What do you mean?”You said innocently.

“You always give me these looks”

“Well, then stop staring at my boyfriend”now clary’s face got darker as she stepped infront of you.

“We both know this relationship won’t last forever. People come and go you know tha-“ you cut off clary by pushing her against the wall coming closer to her face.

“If you, ever say that again I will kill you clary fray. And you know why? Because he’s mine” you whispered the last sentence.

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