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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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fuckmyskywalker · 18 days

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dad!clay spoiling his princesse by fucking her while she’s wearing the new little designer dress he bought for her💕

also could be as an apology for working extra recently and leaving the poor girl to her little toys</3

.💄

18+, smut, dead dove do not eat, fauxcest/stepcest, daddy kink.

Where can I... find someone like Clay... please...

Soft silk and layers of satin brush your thighs as his hands tighten around your hips. His thrusts are slow, deliberate and nothing more than loving. "Did you missed me, sweetheart?" Clay mumbles against your jaw, kissing your sweaty skin. "Daddy is sorry for being away for so long."

Lazily, you wrap your arms around his neck, lifting your hips, mewling when he hits a deeper spot. You really missed this. Long nights of tossing and turning in his bed, holding his pillows and taking care of yourself— is simply not the same without dad. You nod, unable to talk. There's no need to, your body language and the pretty noises falling from your parted lips is all he needs to know.

"Precious girl, let daddy make you feel good," Clay groans, letting go of your hips to hook his hands under your thighs, pushing them closer to your chest. "Did you got all dolled up because I was coming home?"

"Uh-uh," You drool over the pillows, running your fingers through his hair, yanking it and ignoring how your jewelry tangles around the blonde locks.

"Perfect, always so perfect for me."

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#💄 anon #dad!clay #clay beresford #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford smut #clay beresford x reader smut #clayton beresford #clayton beresford x reader #hayden christensen smut

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bunnie-online · 6 months

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

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

AHHH I WAS HOPING FOR A CLAY REQUEST 🤭🤭🤭

i was inspired by this video <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘ahh what a life.’ you thought.

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

i hope this is what you wanted !! <333

~bunnie

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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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undercovernationalsuperstar · 14 days

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THESE CHEEKS CLAPPING AND THEY AIN'T USING HANDS

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offthethirlwall · 5 months

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me practicing for hayden christensen

#hayden christensen #darth vader #anakin skywalker #leo campo #sam monroe #clay beresford #clayton beresford #clayton beresford jr #scott barringer #stephen glass #james kelly #anakin smut #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin fanfiction #star wars #star wars prequels

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 months

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The Night has Just Begun

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

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

Word Count: 3.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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darthgloris · 6 months

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Okay but why are we not talking more about Hayden in a military uniform??? It's no joke that I have a thing for those things but RURURURURURU

NGHHHHHHH *CRIES*

Not in a uniform but this pic 😭😭 the stare just makes you go 🥴

#star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #clay beresford #awake 2007 #clay beresford x reader #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen

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geekforhorror · 7 months

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dating clay beresford headcanons

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!)

a/n: me writing for another character besides ani? i must be crazy.

clay my man <3

you guys first met at one of his business parties (most likely the halloween one)

he saw how breathtaking you looked in your costume and knew he had to talk to you

he was a bit bold with his words which you found extremely attractive

the two of you hit it off right away

before the conversation was over, he asked for your number which u gladly gave him

you guys call after the party and he says he wants to get to know you better so he wants to ask you out on a date

you say yes ofc

he takes you out to the fanciest restaurant

he’s so nervous but it’s cute

when he picks you up, his jaw literally drops from how stunning you are

he definitely opens the door for you like the gentleman he is

we love him for that!!

he might kiss your hand too but who knows

the date goes really well and he wants to go on another one bc he really likes u

as promised, he takes you on a few more dates before making it official

he’s smiling like an idiot when u say yes

eventually the two of you move in together and he falls even more in love with u

he calls you love, doll, angel, and baby

his love language is gift giving theres no denying it

he will buy you the most expensive gifts (dresses, jewelry, shoes)

basically whatever u want

you tell him he doesn’t have to but he insists

“my best girl deserves the best”

after this u kiss him on the lips which makes him blush because it was so unexpected

speaking of kissing!

he loves kissing you on your hands, lips, cheeks, forehead

basically anywhere!!

he loves when u kiss him on the neck and lips the most

he LOVES giving you love bites

if you give him a hickey? he’s instantly hard.

you know what time it is…

TIME FOR NSFW SHIT YAYYYY

he’s a switch bc i said so

when he’s a dom, he’s more of a soft one

and when he’s a sub, he’s more of a rough one

but he would never, EVER degrade you

he just doesn’t have it in his heart bc ur his beautiful girl <3

instead he would praise the shit out of you

“that’s my girl, doing so well for me”

“tits or ass?” he loves every inch of your body.

his favorite position is missionary

he will fondle the shit out of your curves

BASIC BUT WHO CARES?

he’s vanilla when it comes to sex but it’s fine because he’s so sexy!

that means no bdsm or shit like that

he knows you have kinks so he lets you experiment every once in a while (with consent ofc)

HOWEVER.

he HATES quickies

you may be asking yourself why

it’s because he doesn’t have enough time to pleasure you the way he wants to

he just loves taking his time

but after a long day at work, he wouldn’t turn down you cowgirling him

despite it being his reward, he cums before you do

if he’s a sub in that moment, he will still make sure u cum

once you do, he will take you to the bathroom and light some candles while the water is running

this man is so good at aftercare istg

massages your back while you’re laying on top of him

just shit like that

ok i think that’s all i have

#clay beresford #clay beresford smut #hayden christensen #awake 2007 #clay beresford x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #anakin imagine #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanart #star wars #anakin star wars

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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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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.”

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes!#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anyafest 2023!#clayton beresford x y/n #clay beresford smut #clay beresford imagines #clay beresford x reader #clayton beresford #clay beresford x reader smut #clayton beresford x reader smut #clay beresford #awake 2007

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bunnie-online · 6 months

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hello hello~! just wanted to give y'all a little update

thanks for 100 followers! i appreciate it sm!! i haven't written in a while and i'm so glad you guys are enjoying it!!

heres what i'm currently working on!

anakin:

kiss land (modern!anakin takes you on a joy ride. it's also pt.2 to this ask hehe)

nobody's son, nobody's daughter (hurt/comfort, arguing with anakin after a rough day)

ride, cowgirl. (no plot just horny)

stuffies (ani gifting you a stuffie awww! fluffy fluff fluff)

sunday morning. (even more fluff! waking up with ani is sooo sweet.)

sam monroe:

sensitive (pt. 2 to this ask i got)

clay beresford

• last one standing (VERY ooc!clay. half plot half porn, halloween special)

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thanks so much for your patience y'all!

~bunnie

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erosmutt · 1 month

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personal stylist reader and clay fucking in the burberry dressing room. send tweet.

#૮ ˙ⱉ˙ ა 내가 이야기 !#bnuuy's bullshit #clay beresford #clayton beresford #clay beresford x y/n #clayton beresford x y/n #clay beresford x you #clay beresford smut #clay beresford x reader #clayton beresford x reader #clay beresford x reader smut

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sswiftiestars · 6 months

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CLAY BERESFORD X FEM READER HCs🥂✨

smut + fluff !

clay beresford would be the most romantic man you have ever met. you had met him when you two were kids, and eventually fell in love. yes, a perfect love story.

clay beresford would give you a grumpy look in the morning when you open the curtains, “it’s too early, darling..” he would whine, covering his eyes with the fluffy pillow dramatically.

clay beresford would be a soft dom. he would pepper your face in kisses and praises as his cock is deep inside of you <3

clay beresford would be a pussy eating god. hed have his soft hands on your thighs as his face is buried in your cunt, moaning at your taste.

clay beresford would never degrade you. your his sweet, precious angel.

clay beresford would take you out on cute coffee/ tea dates <3

clay beresford would rent out a entire restaurant for the evening so he can propose to you, your table covered with rose petals and two champagne bottle glasses on either side of the table.

clay beresford would make you remind him to take his meds, and sometimes treat him like a child.

clay beresford would be a intense sub, pleading up at you with puppy dog eyes, grasping at your tits.

clay beresford would love neck kisses, walking up at you from behind and attacking you with loving neck kisses

clay beresford would give you back rubs, kneading the knots in your upper back after a long day of work for the both of you.

clay beresford would make you have matching costumes with him on halloween— even when you were kids, he insisted on matching costumes.

clay beresford would love your thighs.

clay beresford would spoil you rotten; buying you new jewelry even if you said he didn’t need to do that. “i need to show my appreciation somehow” he says, and you just thank him for the gift, but reassure him that all you need is his love, not his money.

clay beresford would go all out on christmas, getting matching pjs and baking christmas cookies with you.

clay beresford would cry in your arms the night before his surgery, scared that his new heart wouldn’t love you as much as his old one.

clay beresford would wake up from his surgery, and ask to see you as soon as possible right when he woke up.

#clay beresford #clay beresford smut #clayton beresford #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen smut #fluff #anakin fluff #Spotify

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noradegrantz · 18 days

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Be My Daddy

CEO! Anakin x fem! reader

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warnings: sexual content, implied smut, age gap, fingering, sex, established relationship

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

this fanfic is inspired by Lana Del Rey’s unreleased song “Be My Daddy”

I really hope that y’all will enjoy this! <3

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You were young, carefree, in your early 20s and shining amongst everyone around you.He was in his early 40s. Anakin Skywalker. The guy every woman in town craved. The way he was so strong, nice, kind and most importantly, yours. Yours forever.

You see, he was a business owner. You met him when you went in his company to get a job, not knowing what would follow after just chatting with him, the CEO of the company, while he waiting in line in a nearby cafeteria to grab something to eat and your usual coffee. He was waiting in line behind you. The worker handed you your coffee but as you turned around to go out you overstepped and accidentally spilled it on his new tie.

It was blue, like his eyes.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry-“

you turned to look at him, he moved his gaze to your face. He looked at your face and smiled. Then grabbed a napkin and whipped it a bit.

“It’s alright, don’t worry, it was an accident sweetheart”

He smiled at you

You looked down and awkwardly muttered

“H-Have a nice day!”

slowly you left the cafeteria and walked out while blushing. He was beautiful you said to yourself. You moved the thoughts aside though since you had to be in your job interview in less than ten minutes. You quickly walked towards the building. You stepped inside and a worker asked you if you are here for the job interview. You replied yes so she lead you outside of Mr.Skywalker’s office. You hadn’t rlly checked his background. The only thing you knew is that he was the CEO.

You were waiting for about fifteen minutes until his assistant told you that you could go into his office. You walked inside and instantly froze. It was him. The guy from earlier in the café. You felt embarrassment wash all over you again. He noticed it.

“Oh Miss, please have a seat. Are you still upset about earlier? Please don’t be, I’m okay!”

He gave you a warm smile which made you feel better. You moved closer and shook hands with him.

And that was how you started working there. You quite literally passed the interview with just showing him your biography. The rest of the time he just chatted with you about random stuff.

Moving on to 6 months later, in his apartment. Laying on his bed naked, with your legs still shaking from the orgasm you just had. He kept fucking you since the moment you stepped in from work.

He kissed your forehead

“My pretty baby…always so good for me..”

You quickly fell asleep and right after you did he did as well.

The next morning you woke up. Feeling so sore. You moved the bed covers to your chest so you could cover it. Slowly moved your body to sit properly on the bed. You looked around but he wasn’t next to you or anywhere in the room.

You worriedly asked

“A-Ani..? Are you here”

His head instantly popped out of the bathroom in his bed room.

“Hey angel, you’re up. Good morning!”

He said as he slowly walked towards you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Did you sleep well baby? Are you feeling any pain? Let me know if anything hurts, okay?”

He said as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear. Then he sat on the bed. You got on top of him. Sat on top of his lap as the bed covers fell off you, once again exposing your naked figure to him. He put his hands on your hips. You started kissing him passionately as you slowly moved your hands to his hair. You started making out with him. He grabbed your breasts and lightly squeezed them. A soft moan left your lips as he did.

“What was that doll? Are you needy? Is my baby needy?”

He playfully said.

“Daddy…please touch me…more”

He moved his hand towards your aroused womanhood. He played with a clit a bit and then inserted two fingers inside. He moved his fingers slowly and after a while his pace got faster. You squirmed as he kept abusing your needy hole.

“D-Daddy..! I’m so close..”

He smirked and said, in his low husky voice.

“Go on Baby, come on my fingers…my beautiful girl..”

He kept praising you till you came and then collapsed on top of him. Once again, his fingers truly did wonders. He kissed your head as you were shaking on top of him

“That’s it doll…always so perfect for me. Always perfect…”

you muttered through deep breaths from your previous orgasm.

“you’ll always, be my daddy..”

Thank you for reading !

here’s the song in case you wanna listen to it <3

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bloatedandalone04 · 11 months

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Open Invitation

➪the one where hayden’s day off with you gets interrupted.

Warnings: smut, fluff, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, established relationship, interrupted smut, sexting, teasing, swearing (omg), part 2 is where the fun begins...

Word Count: 4k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The fact that Hayden was given the day off today was a miracle. He had been in and out of the house so often that he was beginning to feel overworked, but he would never say that out loud.

He loves his job and loves what he gets to do, so he would never voice out the few downsides he felt came with it.

The biggest downside was his limited time he had with you before he had to be on set. How limited? Some days it was non-existent as he was usually out of the house before you even woke up. Other days it was a mere few minutes before he was running the risk of being late.

It also didn’t help that he was always exhausted whenever he returned home, so he couldn’t stay up late and spend the rest of the night with you like he wanted.

This project was a bit different than the others, though. Instead of needing to leave you for months on end, the film was being made on a set that was half an hour from where you two lived, so he got to wake up and go to sleep next to you every night. It was a change he quickly found himself growing accustomed to, although he knew that he’d have to actually leave you again in the future once this movie was done.

For now, he was content with coming back home to you after a long day’s worth of filming.

Today he had no scenes to film and was given the day off, something he had told you about beforehand so you weren’t waking up early to see him off like you always tried to do. It was nearing ten in the morning when he woke up, the extra four hours of sleep he got had left him feeling more rested than he had in a while.

Looking to his left, Hayden squinted at the small stream of sunlight that crept through the gap in the black-out curtains and left a line of light that stretched across the room. He felt you shift beside him and he turned to look at you, a small smile gracing his lips when he realized that you were holding his right hand in both of yours, still lost in sleep.

His left hand, adorning the silver band you put on him a few months prior on what could only be described as the best day of his life, reaches over and tucks your hair behind your ear. Your eyes moved behind your eyelids and he briefly wondered what you were dreaming about before the urge to take you into his arms became too much to resist.

It had been weeks since he was able to just hold you in the comfort of your own bed without having to rush afterwards. He missed you, despite still seeing you everyday. Maybe he was selfish, but he strongly believed that no time would ever be long enough when it came to you.

He inched closer to you, keeping his hand locked in yours as he moved his head down to place a kiss to your collarbone. In his defense, your smooth skin was just asking for it, the way his oversized shirt hung loosely off your shoulders, exposing a fair amount of your skin to him. He places another kiss to your shoulder, and another to the base of your neck.

You moved slightly, your sleeping self tilting your head back and holding onto his hand tighter. He couldn’t help the prideful smirk that formed on his lip at how responsive you always are for him, even while you’re sleeping.

Without waking you up, Hayden somehow managed to move so he was hovering over you, the sheets loosely wrapped around his waist and his hand still clasped in yours. He leans down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, his lips turning upwards when he sees your eyes open to meet his. “Good morning,” he said against your skin, allowing you to pull your hand from his so you could caress the side of his face.

Humming quietly, a lazy smile formed on your lips. “It is now,”

Hayden hummed back, a smirk forming on his lips as his mouth moved further down your body. “Just good?” He asks, pressing a kiss to the skin of your stomach, his shirt you stole having lifted and exposed your lower abdomen to him. “I can think of a way to make it better.”

His words have your chest tightening in excitement. “Oh, yeah?” You ask, biting down on your lower lip to stop the growing grin as sleep slowly begins leaving your body. “How?”

A kiss was placed on your hip, then another on the opposite one, before his teeth were tugging on the thin lace that covered your core. “By having you come around my tongue within minutes after waking up,”

Your face heats up at his words, a deep blush fanning across your cheeks as he tugs the fabric down your legs. “Hm, looks like someone woke up wanting me,” you tease, instinctively reaching down to grab his left hand as you felt his breath against your heat.

“I always wake up wanting you,” he replied before his tongue poked out and licked a stripe up your folds, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. Your free hand immediately reached for his hair, the strands a freshly dyed dark brown for his role.

Hayden wasn’t one to turn away from physical changes to his appearance for his roles, whether that be in the form of a new hair color, weight loss or gain, or a fair amount of facial hair that needed to be grown. You remembered the time when he had to gain more than a couple of pounds in muscle for his role as Anakin for Revenge of the Sith, and you vividly remember how infatuated you had become with his body and his determination to reach his goal.

His dedication to his job was a massive turn on, so you were more than happy to indulge in his latest appearance change, even if it wasn’t a drastic one.

Hayden with dark hair was just…..damn near edible, for a lack of better words.

His words go right through you and you can’t help but agree with him, “I wake up wanting you, too,” you barely get out, your voice sounding more breathy than normal.

He grinned against you, his eyes fixated on yours as he focused his attention on the small bundle of nerves just above where he licked a stripe. You tear your eyes away from his as you turn your head, the bright red numbers of the clock on his nightstand staring back at you.

10:03 AM.

You bite your lip in a grin, your hand tightening its hold on his as you take in the fact that you’d have him all to yourself for the whole day. It was rare for him to get days off in the middle of filming a movie, so you were taking what you could get with open arms.

And, as per his request, open legs.

Your eyes meet his once again as you sink further into the pillow, and the look he gave you while his tongue circled your clit had a loud moan leaving your lip. He looked at you with hooded eyes, his piercing blue irises staring into yours as his arm wraps under your thigh and his hand presses against your hip.

“Fuck,” you nearly laugh in disbelief at just how lucky you had gotten. The hottest guy you had ever seen in your life was your husband, and was currently waking you up in the best way possible.

Hayden smirks at your reaction, his tongue gently but firmly massaging your clit. You softly tug on his hair, the deep groan he lets out sending a searing jolt up your body. Your hips try to lift but are unable to due to his tight hold on you, his hand pinning you back down. “Do you like it when I do that?” He asks, his voice deep and eyes dark with lust.

You nod, a hum of confirmation leaving your lips.

“Mhm,” he hummed back, creating another wave of vibration through you.

“Fuck,” you press your brows together at the feeling, refraining from bucking your hips upwards as you knew he would just hold you down. “Do that again.”

Hayden’s tongue swirled around your nerves before his open mouth closed around them, sucking your clit as he moaned around it.

Your eyes roll back as your legs begin to shake, the stimulation becoming too much to handle a mere five minutes after waking up. Still, you allowed him to continue.

A sharp breath leaves you when his teeth graze over the nerve, your stomach twisting in an all too familiar feeling. Your back arches then immediately falls back down onto the bed when his phone went off from its place on his nightstand.

Your high quickly fades away as his mouth leaves your core and he lifts himself up, the sheets falling from his form as he reaches over to grab the still ringing phone.

“Are you serious?” You ask as you try to regulate your breathing.

“Sorry,” he says as he kneels next to you. “I meant to turn this off last night.”

Hayden was about to ignore the call when he saw the name of the assistant director. His brows furrowed as he held his finger up, half to silence your annoyed whine and half to let you know that he had full intention on picking up where he left off once he was done with the call.

He was met with the assistant’s pitiful voice when he answered the call on the fourth ring. “Hey, I’m really sorry, Mr Christensen,” he started and Hayden felt his heart fall, already knowing exactly what this call was about. “But we actually need you on set today. I apologize for the late notice, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

He could’ve rolled his eyes at the irony of those words. ‘Actually, yeah, you are’ he wanted to say but held back, instead settling on giving you a forced smile as you took his free hand in yours. “No, not at all,” he says and watches as you turn his wedding band around his finger a few times, boredom quickly falling over you. “What time am I expected to be there for?”

He hated that he was asking that, and he hated the way your eyes widened slightly as you tried to figure out what they were talking about. Hayden could only hope that he had at least a few more hours with you before he was called off to set.

“Yeah, um,” Charlie, the assistant, trailed off and a rummaging sound was heard in the background. “We were hoping you were able to come in, say….right now?”

Hayden’s eyes left you as his head fell back in a silent groan. He stared up at the ceiling in dread, feeling the bed dip as you pushed yourself up to copy his kneeling stance. “Right,” he started, feeling your hands tug on his arm in an attempt to get him to look at you. It worked as his guilty eyes met your confused expression. “Uh, yeah, that’s….fine. I’ll be there soon.”

Your face falls at his words and he barely hears the relieved cheer from Charlie before he’s hanging up and frustratingly tossing his phone onto the bed. You watch as it hits the soft comforter before you look back up at him. “What was that?” You ask but fear you know damn well what it was. “Do not tell me you just got called onto set.”

The conflicted look he gave you was all the confirmation you needed.

“Oh, my- and you said yes?” Any and all rational and reasonable thoughts were out the window at this point.

He gave you a look. “I kind of had to,”

You whine and fall back onto the pillows, your hands reaching for the sheets as you huff. “I cannot believe you woke me up, went down on me but didn’t let me finish, and now you’re leaving just when things were getting good,” you mutter before adding, “And doing all that on your off day? Unbelievable.”

You weren’t mad, not really. You understand how unpredictable his job can be, so you’re usually prepared for things like him getting called in on his days off, or him having to cancel plans.

You just wish the timing wasn’t this bad.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he leans over to place a kiss to your head before quickly getting up. He throws on a t-shirt and dark jeans in a matter of seconds, completing the simple look with one of his many hats in an attempt to cover his messy hair - the result of your relentless tugging. “I’ll make it up to you.”

He grabs his phone from the bed and his keys from the nightstand before looking at your unmoving form still half under the covers.

He laughs at the grumpy look you wore. “I promise,” he says before heading towards the door. He pauses halfway under the frame, his hand on the doorknob. “I love you.”

You fight off a smile and cross your arms as he waits for you to say it back. “I love you, too,” you give in and watch as a grin takes over his face before he’s closing the door behind him.

It was probably in Hayden’s best interest to have not woken you up this morning as it was nearing twelve in the afternoon and you had yet to be able to fall back asleep.

You were far too turned on to ignore the constant throbbing in your core, no matter how many times you tossed and turned. The ache just didn’t go away, and your husband was the one to blame.

You longed to feel the soothing muscle of his tongue on your most private part again, itched to have his hands pinning down your hips and moans pulsating through your core.

He was a tease, you came to that conclusion pretty quickly when you realized that there was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep. Not with the emptiness between your legs and the build up of your high still lingering in your body.

It only made sense that if he got to get you all riled up then leave, you could also do the same to him. Sort of.

You wouldn’t be able to leave him as he was on a closed off set, and if you were being honest, you didn’t feel like using your set pass to go rile him up in person, anyway.

Throwing off the sheets, you lazily push yourself up and off the bed.

In the bathroom connected to your shared room, you prop yourself up on the marbled countertop, the hem of his shirt reaching just past the middle of your thighs. You grab your phone and snap a picture of yourself from your shoulders down, your chest, torso and thighs being the only things shown. Still, you knew the sight of your bare legs would get a reaction out of him, even if it was just a small one.

Still upset you left so suddenly this morning :( I miss you

You add the photo and send it to him, not entirely sure when he’d be able to get the chance to see it.

His response came quicker than you expected it to - a mere five minutes after you sent the photo.

Hayden <3: I’m sorry :( I miss you, too. I like that photo, wish I could see your pretty face, though.

A blush spreads across your cheeks as you read his text, a feeling of mischief rising inside you. You jump down from the counter and make your way back into the room, running the tip of your finger along the wooden surface of the dresser. Pulling open the top drawer, you hold back a smirk as you pick up the light pink lace you only wear on special occasions.

There was nothing special about today, but the plan currently brewing in your head was just too good to pass up.

Hayden carried a feeling of guilt within him during the entire drive to set, and even carried it during the filming of his scenes.

Part of him was mad at the crew as he was promised a day off, one he was given weeks in advance and one he had all planned out, and the other part of him was….well..horny.

Going down on you wasn’t just for your pleasure, but also for his. He loved doing it, loved the sounds you made with his head between your thighs, and loved how responsive you always are to him.

He wished he was with you right now. He had been counting down the days until he was able to stay in and spend a full day with you, who was always so understanding and someone he was beyond grateful for. Hayden was convinced there was no one else in the world better than you.

There was no telling when he’d be given another day off, with reshoots and edits and all that coming after he finishes filming. He just wants one day, one day to have you all to himself without worrying about his job, one day to do whatever he pleases.

The next few months will be brutal.

My Wife: I can show you something better than just my pretty face ;)

Hayden had very little time to prepare himself for the sight he was met with when he clicked on the photo.

Attached to your text was a picture of your chest, the length of your body on full display except for the parts he desperately wanted to see, which were covered by the pink lace set you had worn more than once. His favorite.

He couldn’t be more grateful that he was given a few minutes to himself before he was due for his next scene.

Bringing his phone closer to him and away from the multiple crew members that were in the same room as him, he hastily types out his reply before trying to keep himself calm.

Don’t do this to me.

Please.

He should’ve known you wouldn’t give up easily. And part of him didn’t want you to. An even bigger part of him wanted you to continue to send him pictures like the one you just sent now, this one being a close up of your chest with one of the straps of the bra falling from your shoulder.

My Wife: Do what?

My Wife: I’m just giving you some motivation to get home faster.

He was so screwed.

He wasn’t able to type out another reply before the screen switched to one that showed an incoming call from you. He answered almost immediately, turning away from the crew and refraining from running his hand through his recently styled hair. “Y/n,” he says rather than greeting you in the usual way and you only laugh quietly on the other end, making his heart skip a beat at the sound.

“Hi, honey,” you say cheerfully, twirling your hair around your index finger as you sat on the edge of the bed you had just made. “Did you like my pictures?”

“You need to stop,” he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

He could picture the pout you wore as you ask, “Why? Don’t you like them?” Your voice gave away any act you were trying to put on as your words dripped with a teasing tone. “I took them just for you. Here, this one is better.”

The phone vibrated against his ear and he pulled it away just as another picture flashed on the screen, this one being of your lower half. The lace was pulled high up, revealing only an inch or two of your core and he was now beginning to feel desperate again, wanting so badly to be back at home with you. Heat washes over his body and he groans in both desperation and dread at what was bound to happen if you kept teasing him like this. “Baby, stop,”

Your laugh meets his ear once again as he brings his phone back up to plead with you. He was seconds away from being called back to set and there was no way he’d return when he felt as though all of his blood had rushed to his length. “If that’s what you want,” you trail off as you lay back against the bed, your free hand resting dangerously low on your stomach. “I guess I’ll just have to find something else to entertain myself with.”

“I’m sorry, angel,” he sighs and rubs his forehead as he meets the director’s eyes. He gestures for him to come back over and Hayden nods quickly and turns back around. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, I promise, I-”

He abruptly stops talking when he hears a sound he had heard from you too many times to count now. The hushed whisper you had let out when he was saying his goodbyes….it was borderline a moan. There was no way you’re…touching yourself, right?

He stays silent and waits a few seconds to see if you would make another noise, secretly wanting to hear you again.

When you remain silent he tries again. “I gotta go, baby, I’ll see you soon-”

Another quiet whimper leaves your lips and successfully shuts him up for the second time. “How soon?” You murmur and let out a low hum as your wandering hand travels further down your body. “You know I can get impatient sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” He forces out a laugh before dropping his voice to a lower tone. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing right now?”

He wasn’t sure why he was asking, or what he even wanted the answer to be. He’d no doubt become even more turned on, but he’d also feel a bit frustrated that it wasn’t him who was touching you.

“I might be,”

“Seriously?” He groaned then quickly moved away when one of the stage crew members gave him a funny yet concerned look. His voice dropped in a hushed whisper, “This isn’t fair.”

“I can’t help it,” you defend yourself weakly as the tip of your index finger finds the semi-sensitive outline of your clit through the pink lace. “You made me feel so good this morning, baby, then you just left. That was pretty unfair, too, Hayden.”

“I know,” he groaned out, glancing back at the director and giving a quick thumbs up to let him know that he was almost done. “I wish I was there with you right now….wish that I was inside you. I miss your taste so much.”

His words make your finger pause as they sink in, the filth masked behind his kind voice unfamiliar. Usually it was you who did most of the dirty talk, so to hear it come from him was rare yet it never failed to leave you breathless, hopelessly clenching around nothing.

“I’d do anything to be back at home with you, to hear those beautiful sounds you make for me,” he was returning the teasing completely now, your plan backfiring and now leaving you both sexually frustrated beyond belief. “To be buried so deep in you. I can’t stand to be away from you, pretty girl.”

A desperate whimper leaves your lips, unknowingly making Hayden’s jeans tighten a bit, and you sigh heavily.

You bring your hand back up and rest it over your stomach once again, deciding to hold off until you see him later on, no matter how badly you wanted to feel a sense of relief. “Then hurry up and film your scenes so you can get back home to me,”

Part 2

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