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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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tbyfandoms · 1 year

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❀ Currently Writing ❀

This is a page to let everyone know what I’m actively working on and hope to publish soon. This includes requests and personal drafts. I’ll be sure to keep it as up to date as possible!

☆ Requests ☆

Austin Butler (+ his characters)

Untitled (Sebastian Kydd x F!Demigod!Reader) - description coming soon!

Birthday Blues (F!Reader) - struggling with the loss and memory of her brother on his birthday, austin helps and comforts y/n with the celebration of his special day

Out of the Woods (F!Reader) - description coming soon! based off the song ‘out of the woods’ by taylor swift

Untitled (Jake Pearson x F!Reader) - description coming soon!

Shawn Mendes

Something Like Love Series (College!Shawn x F!Reader) - description coming soon!

Hayden Christensen (+ his characters)

Heart to Heart (Clay Beresford x F!Doctor!Reader) - description coming soon!

Andrew Garfield (+ his characters)

Labyrinth (F!Reader) - caught in the labyrinth of her own mind and convinced she'll never love the same after being heartbroken by her toxic ex, y/n encounters andrew garfield who's intent on turning it all around for her. based off the song ‘labyrinth’ by taylor swift

☆ Personal Works ☆

Austin Butler (+ his characters)

Pottery and Pastries (F!Reader) - a run in with a cute blonde at a late night pottery class leaves y/n with a night full of unforgettable memories

Levi Ackerman

Confession (F!Reader) - when levi arrives feeling defeated after a brutal battle filled with destruction and loss, y/n steps up and lets levi know exactly how she feels about him. little does she know, levi has a confession of his own

#currently writing #austin butler x reader #sebastian kydd x reader #shawn mendes x reader #hayden christensen x reader #clay beresford x reader #andrew garfield x reader #levi ackerman x reader

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hanasnx · 5 months

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I feel like clay would be a pussy eating GOD. he would genuinely spend hours inbetween your thighs!!! and not just for your pleasure, but also for his .

my boy is a munch fr

MINORS DNI 18+

since its clay i have to mention how sickly he is its the rules ive gotta

CLAY BERESFORD gets ahead of himself. Even though he's had this condition longer than he can remember, there's a rare time in which he forgets he has to pace himself. One of those times being when he goes down on you. Usually you're good at reading his tells, but you can't possibly keep track when his tongue moves like that. "How you feelin', baby?" his slurred words contrast from his characteristic pin-point enunciation, his eloquent articulation lost when he's this far gone. You can only moan in response, a drawl from your throat as you throw your arms back to twist your fingers in anything you can reach. "Yeah, me too." You can feel him grin against your sex, and gently he swipes his face side to side, nuzzling your clit with the tip of his nose.

"Oh, Clay," you sigh, bringing your hips to him and he greedily obliges you. His mouth latches onto whatever it can fit, tongue scooping through your folds to plunge into your hole. His grateful groan reverberates through your cunt and you fall limp. To keep you in place, his thick arms wrap around your thighs, clasping over your abdomen to lock you in front of him. All of your writhes are absorbed as he neglects breathing to pleasure you.

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