#clay beresford drabble

[st4rfckerz]

mdni 18+

Two hours have passed since Clay first picked up that important call, his voice now sounding strained. In that time, you’ve become increasingly restless, your neediness growing as you long for your husband's touch and company. You had tried to distract yourself by tidying the kitchen and washing the dishes, but your eyes kept darting to the office door, waiting for his return.

You eventually creep quietly into the office, slowly closing the door behind you. Clay's gaze catches your frame as you enter, and he offers you a small, grateful smile before returning his attention to the phone. “I'll need you to authorize a change order. It'll cost extra, but it will fix the issue in the shortest amount of time.” He listens intently to the response on the other end, nodding his head in agreement. You sneakily approach Clay from behind, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and nuzzling your face into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne and skin.

“Need you Clay,�� you whisper, brushing a kiss against his pulse. Clay gently shrugs you off, covering the phone with his other hand. “Not now,” he whispers, his voice filled with determination.

Feeling disappointed, you pout and make your way to Clay's large, leather office chair, settling into its embrace. From your new vantage point, you watch him intently, your fingers drumming nervously on the armrest as you notice the frustration etched on his features. He looks so handsome in his white button down shirt, with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and the first two buttons undone at the collar. You shifted in your seat, trying to hide your growing wetness, your nipples hardening against the thin fabric of your t-shirt.

Unable to bear the wait any longer, you slide your panties to the side, your fingers gliding through your now wet folds. Clay's voice on the phone grows louder, more insistent, but you don't let that deter you from relieving the bothersome ache between your thighs. A soft whimper escapes your lips, drawing Clay's attention to your actions. He glances over his shoulder, his eyes locking on yours for a brief instant before he returns to the phone call, his voice taking on a harsher tone.

Despite his own need for you, Clay stays focused on the call, his jaw tightening as he listens before speaking into the phone again, continuing his conversation. With a firm, decisive stride, Clay approaches you, the bulky phone still pressed against his ear. He swats your hand away from your leaking cunt with a flick of his wrist, replacing it with his own. He presses small kisses along your jaw before planting one onto your lips.

“Don't,” he murmurs against your ear, his voice a low growl that vibrates through your veins. “Not until I say so.” He resumes his expert manipulation of your wet folds, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing slow, lazy circles against it.

Clay's voice is louder on the phone, the tension in it evident. He continues to discuss his solution to the production issue while teasing the outside of your entrance, soon his fingers slide effortlessly into your cunt, eliciting a small moan from you.

“Mr. Farsworth, I'm authorizing the change order now,” he says, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. “I expect the new materials no later than the end of next week. And, as for the extra costs, I'll cover them for now.” he continues, his voice smooth and professional.

The dual sensations of his fingers and the sound of his voice on the phone drive you wild. You grip the arms of the chair, your body arching into his touch. As he speaks, Clay's thumb finds a rhythm on your clit, skillfully matching the pace of his fingers deep inside you.

“Clay, I-I can't hold it,” you warn breathlessly, your body shaking as you inch closer to your orgasm.

“Yes you can.” he whispers. His fingers keep up their pace inside you, his thumb never wavering on your clit.

“No I can’t…please.” you stutter, your body tensing as the bubbling heat boils in your stomach. Clay gives a slight nod, his gaze never leaving the phone. You huff out a shuddering breath as you cum, your inner walls clenching around his fingers.

Clay presses a sweet kiss to your forehead while helping you ride out your orgasm, his thumb circling your clit. He slowly removes his fingers, instantly stuffing them in your mouth.

“Mr. Farsworth, I appreciate your understanding. We'll work well together. Thank you, sir.”

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[hanasnx]

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.

[divineani]

Words can’t even express how much I adore Clay

―୨୧⋆˚ Pregnancy and books :: Clay Beresford

Books were scattered across the coffee table, abandoned in frustration. An untouched cup of coffee sat on the side table, stone cold by now—a testament to how useless my morning reading had been. I’d spent hours flipping through parenting guides, searching for answers. They all covered the basics: labor, swaddling, feeding. But none of them addressed the fear gnawing at me. None of them could tell me how to stop feeling like I might fail you and the baby.

I sighed, closing the book and glancing at my watch. 9:10 a.m. You were still upstairs, catching the sleep you deserved—seven months pregnant, as radiant as ever. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake the nerves that no amount of reading seemed to ease. Six months ago, when you told me we were having a baby, I was ecstatic. But now, with the due date closing in, that joy had been overshadowed by fear. My father wasn’t around when I was a kid, and my mom... well, she’s gone too. How can I be a good dad when I’ve never had an example to follow?

As I sat on the couch, debating whether to grab another book or just give up and crawl back into bed with you, I heard soft footsteps on the stairs. I looked up to see you coming down, your pregnant belly more prominent than ever. I stood quickly and crossed the room, my hand instinctively resting on your bump as I searched your face with quiet concern.

"Darling," I murmured, keeping my voice soft, "you should be resting. The doctor said you need to stay off your feet."

I smiled at you, but the worry lingered. I wanted to be the strong, confident husband you needed, but every day, I felt the weight of how much I didn’t know. And as I looked at you, all I could think was that I’d do anything—anything—to be the father our baby deserves.

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[your-resident-bimbo]

Dare I put Clay and Stephen together as twins who run their business together? Clay is the business man type, while Stephen is more of the brains in research. I mean, two millionaire hotties, what's not to love? 😼

I love you sm for thissss omfggggg. A mashup I never thought of 😭 I need to be sandwiched right between them. They could run my business if yknow what I meannnnn

Warnings: smut || threesome || fem anatomy || unprotected sex || mentions of cum || double penetration || anal || dubcon || public sex technically || they still have their last names bc I said so

You were never supposed to end up in this situation.

Working the front desk at Beresford & Glass was supposed to be safe answer phones, schedule meetings, smile politely when one of the two ridiculously hot owners walked by.

Safe.

But Stephen Glass had a wicked smile, and Clay Beresford had a voice that could melt glass, and somewhere along the way safe became a fantasy you couldn’t quite let go of.

It always started the same way.

A brush of Clay’s fingers against your wrist as he handed you another file.

Stephen’s slow, assessing stare from the conference room, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth when he caught you looking back.

Two pairs of blue eyes that pinned you wherever you went, like you were already caught.

You told yourself you were imagining it.

You told yourself you were safe behind your little desk, hidden behind your computer monitor, tucked into your neat little skirts and high-collared blouses.

But they noticed.

God, they noticed.

Clay was the first to cross the line. A hand on your lower back, steadying you when you stumbled in the hallway, lingering just a second too long.

Stephen wasn’t far behind. Quiet jokes whispered in your ear, compliments that felt like secrets when no one else was around to hear them.

And tonight… tonight you stayed late.

Alone. Or so you thought.

When the door to the executive suite swung open, both of them standing there, Clay in his tailored suit, Stephen with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and a glint in his eye, you didn’t even pretend not to shiver.

“You’ve been working so hard for us, sweetheart,” Clay said, crossing the room slow, predatory. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward?”

You opened your mouth to answer, you weren’t even sure what you were going to say, but Stephen was already behind you, his hands sliding up your arms, making you gasp.

“We’ve been watching you,” Stephen murmured against your ear, voice like silk and sin. “Thinking about all the ways we could thank you properly.”

You looked between them, heart hammering, mouth dry.

Clay’s smile was slow and predatory. Stephen’s fingers toyed lazily with the edge of your desk, tapping out a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of your pulse.

Clay leaned down, crowding you back into his brother. His hand framed your jaw, tilting your head up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes, so achingly similar to Stephen’s, but darker, heavier.

They didn’t give you time to think, Clay’s mouth capturing yours in a devastating kiss, Stephen’s hands slipping under your skirt, coaxing your thighs apart like he’d been dreaming about it for months.

The world blurred after that.

A tangle of hands pulling you up, bodies pressing in from both sides, Stephen at your back, Clay in front of you. Hands roaming, lifting, touching, claiming.

Your blouse hit the floor first. Then your skirt, bunched around your hips as Clay hoisted you onto the desk with a grunt, knocking over a stack of papers you couldn’t have cared less about.

Stephen’s hands were on your thighs, spreading you open, murmuring filthy praise into the curve of your neck.

Clay’s mouth was on yours, hot, greedy, devouring every little sound you made.

Two mouths. Four hands. Two bodies hard against you, desperate for you.

Somewhere in the haze, you realized they weren’t going to let you leave until they both had you, until you were wrecked and trembling and theirs.

And maybe… maybe you didn’t want to.

Clay kissed you like he owned you.

Stephen touched you like he was trying to learn you by heart.

“Beautiful,” Stephen murmured against your skin, dragging his mouth down your shoulder as Clay pushed your panties aside, groaning low in his throat.

“You have no idea,” Clay said, voice rough, thick with hunger.

You gasped as he slid two fingers into you, curling them just right, finding that spot that made your toes curl and your eyes flutter shut. Stephen caught your mouth before you could cry out, swallowing your moans with a kiss as his hands roamed your thighs, your hips, the curve of your waist.

“You’re gonna take both of us, baby,” Clay growled. “Can you do that? Can you be good for us?”

You nodded, breathless, needy, but Stephen chuckled, low and dark.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he said, nibbling at your earlobe. “Tell us you want it.”

“I—” Your voice broke on a whimper as Clay’s fingers fucked into you deeper. “I want it. Please.”

Clay smiled. Stephen kissed your temple like you’d just given them a gift.

They moved in perfect sync, like they had done this before, like they’d waited for you.

Clay lined himself up first, sliding into you slow and steady until you were gasping, clinging to his shoulders. He stretched you open with a groan, forehead pressed to yours, breathing you in like he couldn’t get enough.

Stephen didn’t wait long. He slid behind you, parting your ass cheeks, teasing your other entrance with slick, careful fingers, making sure you were ready, whispering praise into your ear until you relaxed against him, desperate for more.

“You’re perfect,” Stephen muttered. “Made for us.”

You were shaking, overwhelmed, as he pushed in alongside Clay, the stretch almost too much, too full, too good, but they held you, soothed you, kissed the tears from your lashes as they began to move.

Slow at first. Gentle.

Then harder. Deeper.

Filling you so completely you thought you might break apart.

You didn’t know where one twin ended and the other began, just pleasure, burning and unbearable, washing over you in wave after wave until you were sobbing, clawing at Clay’s back, shuddering around them both.

Clay kissed you through it. Stephen’s hand slid around to rub slow circles over your clit, coaxing every last tremor from your body until you collapsed against them, boneless and wrecked.

They followed soon after, Clay spilling inside you with a low, broken groan, Stephen biting down on your shoulder as he emptied himself deep.

The world spun when they finally pulled out, easing you down onto the desk, petting your hair, kissing your cheeks, your jaw, your forehead.

“You did so good for us, sweetheart,” Clay whispered, tucking your trembling body against his chest.

Stephen grabbed a jacket from one of the chairs, draping it over you before sitting back and pulling you gently into his lap too, like they couldn’t bear to be separated from you even for a second.

“You’re ours now,” Stephen murmured against your temple. “You know that, right?”

You were too tired, too blissed-out to speak.

But you nodded, burying your face in his neck as Clay’s hand slid into yours, squeezing softly.

You were theirs.

You always had been.

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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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we meet again. rockstar!sam ☾ ✩

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maybe like it’s a high school au or something and clays a captain of a sports team and he’s had a really bad training session and he gets his frustration out on reader 😝😝😝

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A Drabble .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

Younger!Clayton Beresford x Reader (Boarding school AU)

Warnings: Cursing, Rough doggystyle, Spanking, choking.. Aftercare <3

Dividers and pics are from Pinterest! Feedback always appreciated:)

His grip was tight, angrily thrusting into you from behind. Clay was pissed, and what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t alleviate his stress?

‘ Fuck— and he missed the fucking goal entirely!’ His frustrated voice rang out behind you, his pace was rough as ever. Fingers digging into your hips as he pounded in and out of you, he had you angled perfectly. ‘ uh huh..’

Everything he had been saying was going in one ear and out of the other. You weren’t registering a damn thing, the only thing you cared about was the feeling of him rearranging your guts.

‘ yeah.. ohh fuck..’ You whined, his hand pulling your hair into his fist and tugging harshly. His other hand strayed from holding your hip to deliver a harsh smack on your ass, causing you to jerk.

‘ I can’t fucking believe them, nationals are a week away and my team can’t even get their shit together at practice.’ He grunted on, pressing down on your spine to make you arch more. His hand slid out of your hair to squeeze the back of your neck, pressing your face harder into the pillow.

‘ Yeah.. right— nationals uh huh..’ You mumbled, eyes fluttering as he hit that bundle of nerves just right. Your legs felt like pure jelly. His hand snaked around your front to grab you by the throat, pulling you so your back touched his chest.

‘ I’ve worked too damn ngh.. hard for my team to act like they’ve never scored a fucking goal— fuckkk you’re so damn tight.’ His pitch started to change, and that’s how you knew he was close. Pace speeding up, now he was fucking up into you, hand squeezing at your throat.

The pressure on your throat was delicious, eyes hazy and glazed over with pleasure. Your head feeling light, and you were so close— the pressure building and building. ‘ Ohhh— Mmph..’

He let out a throaty groan, pace getting sloppier and sloppier. ‘ Fuck baby.. this pussy feels so damn good around me..’ He kissed the side of your neck, trailing his kisses down your shoulder. ‘ You’re so soft.. and pretty..’ he muttered, suckling a mark on the crook of your shoulder.

‘ Are you close? Gonna cream all over me baby, hm?’ His pace was still sloppy, he was barely holding himself together at this point. ‘ Yeah— ngh.. gonna cum’

‘ That’s my girl.. cmon lemme hear you’ His hand left your neck, but his other arm kept your back to his chest. Hand finding your puffy clit and rubbing it in tight circles, making you see stars.

‘ Fuckkk- m’gonna— I’m..’ you stuttered out, thighs shaking underneath you. ‘ That’s right baby, cum f’me..’ your stomach clenched— eyes rolling back as you came, whining loudly. Waves of ecstasy engulfing you in their hot embrace, fingers digging into his wrist between your legs.

Clay whimpered as you came, your walls tightly clenching down on his cock. ‘ That my girl, there you are..’ He groaned as his hips stuttered, thrusting balls deep one final time before filling the condom with a low moan. His eyes fluttered, forehead resting on your shoulder as you two both took a breather.

Carefully he pulled out, and removed the condom from his spent cock. He gathered you into his arms and pulled you down on the bed with him, peppering your face with kisses. Leaning down to press a soft one to your kiss swollen lips,

‘ I love you baby.. you always know how to make me feel better..’ he rubbed your back, snuggling into you and letting out a content sigh. ‘ Love you more..’ you mumbled, utterly fucked out after all of that. Atleast he felt better for the moment, even though he made a mess.

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[st4rfckerz]

October 16th - Exhibitionism

Balcony (Clay Beresford)

word count: 0.8k

warnings: mdni 18+, exhibitionism, unprotected sex

You and Clay found yourselves on a much-needed vacation, far away from the hustle and bustle of New York City. Clay had chosen a secluded beach resort, eager to spend quality time together without the distractions of work and responsibilities. The sand was soft beneath your feet, the water clear and inviting. The sun was warm, and the breeze was light, carrying with it the salty scent of the sea.

Clay, having just emerged from the bathroom, was clad in a pair of black silk pajamas, his sandy hair was tousled, the result of a recent shower, and he looked refreshed and relaxed. He stepped onto the balcony, the cool tile against the soles of his feet, and took in the breathtaking view. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The ocean shimmered in the distance, the waves gently lapping against the shore.

“Quite the sight, isn't it?” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. His hand reached out to your waist, fingers intertwining with yours as you both stared out at the horizon. “I'm glad we decided to come here,” he added, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It's been a while since we've had a moment to ourselves.”

“It's absolutely breathtaking,” you said, your voice soft and filled with gratitude. “I could stare at this view for hours.” you leaned into Clay’s embrace, savoring the warmth of his body against yours.

He placed soft, feather-light kisses along the delicate skin of your neck, his arms encircling your waist and pulling you closer against his firm chest. “I could stare at you for hours," he murmured against your skin. His hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours of your body through the fabric of your clothes. “My pretty, pretty girl.” Clay turned you around to face him, his bright blue eyes gazing into yours.

Clay’s lips met yours in a hungry kiss, a deep yearning that had been building up throughout the day. You responded with equal fervor, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through the thin silk of his pajamas. He backed you up against the balcony railing, his body pressing against yours, pinning you in place. His hands slid down your sides, coming to rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, teasing circles. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, to trail his lips along your jaw and down your neck, leaving a path of heated kisses.

Clay’s hand slid beneath the waistband of your panties and his fingers began to rub slow circles around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. He could feel your wetness, evidence of your arousal, and he used his fingers to tease you, swiping across your entrance before withdrawing, only to repeat the motion again and again. His other hand continued its exploration of your body, cupping your tits through your shirt, thumb brushing over your hardened nipples.

“Clay,” you sighed. You needed more of him, needed to feel his touch everywhere, needed to be consumed by him completely.

Clay's hand released your breast to quickly undo his pajama pants, freeing his hard cock. He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your drooling pussy to the cool evening air. Without hesitation, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust forward, filling you in one smooth motion. A low groan escaped his lips at the sensation of your tight walls enveloping him, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being inside of you, before he began to move. His hips rocked against yours, building a steady rhythm as he drove into your cunt again and again.

“Been waiting for you all day.” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Waiting to feel you, to be inside you.” His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he pistoned his dick into you again and again, each thrust deeper than the last.

As Clay continued his relentless pace, he leaned in close to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. “You know, there are people walking by down there,” he whispered, a slick grin on his face. “They could look up at any moment and see us. See me taking you right here on this balcony.”

Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze darting down to the street below. Sure enough, there were people walking along the sidewalk, a few cars driving by. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through your body, the possibility of being caught only heightening your arousal. Clay could feel you clench around him as you let out a loud moan.

“You don’t care, do you?” a low chuckle escapes his lips. “Dirty girl.” Your head fell back, your eyes fluttering closed as you lost yourself in the sensation of him filling you so completely.

Unbeknownst to you and Clay, a photographer had spotted you both from a nearby building and snapped numerous photos, and soon your scandalous moment would be splashed across the front page of tabloids everywhere.

[hanasnx]

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+ NOTES: 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.

[kamisk]

Masterlist

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clay beresford blurbs!

note: all works are 18+

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[erosmutt]

ok like i dont expect you to write this or anything its more just food for thought- which hayden characters, including hayden, would be a boobs guy, a butt guy, or thigh guy or something else lmaooo

ugh i luh yew for this. disclaimer, most of them are ass men <3

☆ HAYDEN : ass

I'll be real... I don't know. All his exes are flat skinny girls... KIDDING! Hayden is an ass man! He's not one to objectify, but he can appreciate a nice ass when he sees one. He's the type to give your ass a swat in passing, just because. Or because he likes to see it jiggle. Either way, he likes to touch it. Fills his hand nicely.

☆ SAM : boobs

Sam... just objectifies girls. All the time. He's a horny teenage boy, and nothing gets him off quicker than a nice rack on a girl. His favorite pastime is watching the volleyball girls play, and all he can imagine is grabbing at their tits, or burying his face into them.

☆ SCOTT : boobs

Scott'll stare at your tits shamelessly. Especially since Horizon's activities call for so much hard labor, you're constantly moving and working up a sweat. You mostly wear camisoles and tanktops, so he has an amazing view of your cleavage. Plus you sweating usually equals a see through top, which is an amazing perk.

☆ ANAKIN : boobs

Anakin hates that he can't see your body well in your Jedi attire, but he can see your breasts a bit because of the fabric straining against them. He gets distracted during training watching your tits bounce while you swing your saber about.

☆ JAMES : ass

ass man. ASS. MAN. James' favorite position is doggystyle because he gets to watch your ass ripple and jiggle when his hips smack into it. he'll do double takes when he's walking down the street after seeing a girl with a fat ass. bonus points if you're chubby - fatter ass and a whole lotta whole lotta for him to grab onto!

☆ CLAY : thighs

Clay loves your thighs because they make such a comfortable resting spot. After a hectic day at the office, all he wanted was to bury his head in your plush thighs to relax. The way you'd play in his hair while he rested was also even better.

☆ BILLY : hips

No matter what, Billy always has his hands on your hips. he loves to stand behind you, loves to feel you up. whenever you try and step away, he grabs you by your hips and pulls you back into him. he likes the sense of power it gives him.

☆ LORENZO : boobs + waist

Your body was what initially drew Lorenzo in, but your resourcefulness was a plus, so he said. Totally not your cleavage and waist. He helped you get dressed one morning (he was squatting at your place hiding from Gerbino, go figure) and he refused to get his hands off your waist. Just constantly roaming from your tits to your waist, back and forth. He kept saying it was to adjust your undergarments which you knew was NOT true but... it felt good, so you didn't make a move to stop him.

☆ LUKE : ass

For the same reasons as James and Billy. He loves to worship your body, loves to touch on you, just to be near you. He loves you, but the thing that really made him fall in love was your ass in the jeans you wore on your first date together.

☆ KURT : ass

He just loves your ass. Just does. He loves eating it too. He'll absolutely fiend for you, antsy for you to come home so he can worship your ass. Spank it, grip it, fuck it... any and everything. If it can be done, he'll do it to your ass.

☆ DON : thighs

Don likes to rest. He's content with just sitting. Napping, reading a book, just nothing too strenuous. One day you came and sat on his thigh after washing the dishes, and the way your thighs squished and spread had him curious. Despite being married for a few years, you two had only been intimate a handful of times, which meant he hadn't paid your body much attention. So he began to invite you to sit on his lap, and one hand would idly caress your thighs while the other would jot down notes as he prepped for his next sermon.

☆ VADER : hips

He feels like he has control over you when he holds you by your hips. Plus his hands are so large, it's hard for you to get out of his grasp... generally.

☆ AJ : ass

AJ can appreciate any woman's body, but it's something about a girl's ass that always gets him. He's always at fancy gatherings courtesy of his job, so there are always women wearing fancy dresses - most that accentuate their figures. Also, strip clubs. Can't forget those. His favorite thing about the clubs is the dancers bending over right in his face. All he wants to do is give their asses a good, firm smack. He wished they had a bit more, though. Why do they always hire skinny, flat girls to be dancers?

☆ LEO : hips

You two went to dinner after getting engaged, and the dress you wore had him in a frenzy. It wasn't a skimpy dress or anything either, it just accentuated your natural curves. While he was guiding you around, his hand was on your hips at all times. He'd occasionally give a slight squeeze, not to tease you, just because he needed to have a feel of you constantly.

☆ STEPHEN : thighs + boobs

Stevie likes anything about a woman that's maternal. Or, what he considers maternal. Big breasts, thick thighs... those are all things he associates with a mature woman. So naturally, he wants a woman with those physical attributes!

[erosmutt]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ CLAYTON BERESFORD MASTERLIST

⊱ ۫ ׅ DRABBLES / BLURBS

—﹒couldn't wait﹒

⊱ ۫ ׅ FICS

[empty]

⊱ ۫ ׅ BOTS

── CHARACTER.AI:

glory┊the glory au, bully clay x nerd user

── JANITOR.AI:

sugar┊sugar daddy clay x sugar baby user

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, TRANSLATE, OR POST TO OTHER PLATFORMS.

[hanasnx]

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MINORS DNI 18+ ༄

"I wanna tear down the walls that hold me inside / I wanna reach out and touch the flame." — U2. (1987). Where the Streets Have No Name.

彡 ch: hayden christensen 「 � 」

── series ┆ CHAPTER SERIES.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ the angel in the garden | SUMMARY: hayden is the gardener to the grounds of the estate you reside. the wayward home for girls is meant to straighten you out, however hayden has other plans for you. chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four CAUTION: INDEFINITE HIATUS

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ just like a daddy should ✩ dacryphilia ✩ starlet!reader ✩ work-dad | part two | part three ✩ hat ✩ arms ✩ spit ✩ degradation ✩ head ✩ knee bounce ✩ breeding ✩ autograph ✩ picture ✩ body shots ✩ working man ✩ golf ✩ "i fantasize..."

smut ¡! ❞

✩ riding ✩ creampies ✩ head in semi-public ✩ he spits on it ✩ one more ✩ don piper

other ¡! ❞

✩ holding you

── headcanons ┆ LIST OR NARRATION.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ starlet!reader ✩ corruption

smut ¡! ❞

✩ ass-eater ✩ breath play ✩ period sex

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: scott barringer 「 � 」

── one shots ┆ OVER 1K.

other ¡! ❞

✩ capable of love | SUMMARY: an injury brings you closer together.

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ yoga ✩ fingering ✩ vs ✩ head ✩ late night ✩ woods ✩ nerd!reader

── headcanons ┆ LIST OR NARRATION.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ headcanons ✩ one

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: leo campo 「 � 」

── one shots ┆ OVER 1K.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ oranges | SUMMARY: leo's not used to being in a relationship that has rules, but makes it up to you.

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ freezer fuck ✩ petnames

── headcanons ┆ LIST OR NARRATION.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ smut alphabet: A - B

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: sam monroe 「 � 」

── one shots ┆ OVER 1K.

smut ¡! ❞

✩ breathe into me | SUMMARY: sam's so pliant in your hands he lets you jack him off outside in broad daylight.

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ slapping ✩ spit

── headcanons ┆ LIST OR NARRATION.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ cumming untouched

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: billy quinn 「 � 」

── one shots ┆ OVER 1K.

other ¡! ❞

✩ not alone anymore | SUMMARY: you meet a handsome stranger at a party, and go out for coffee after.

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ one

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: clay beresford 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ drabble ✩ eating pussy

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: stephen glass 「 � 」

── one shots ┆ OVER 1K.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ incendium

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ prompts

彡 ch: jacob 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ training

── headcanons ┆ LIST OR NARRATION.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ smut alphabet: A - B

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag

彡 ch: jacob x lian 「 � 」

── one shots ┆ OVER 1K.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ taint | SUMMARY: after their shared kiss, lian is desperate to know how jacob really feels about her.

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ shall i? ✩ small talk

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag

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