#clayton beresford

[offthethirlwall]

me practicing for hayden christensen

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[bloatedandalone04]

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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[sswiftiestars]

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.

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[fuckmyskywalker]

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

[jadegmfu]

thinking of clay x reader who's his personal little assistant.

A/N: literally thinking of clay being a divorced 38 years old man who hasn’t dated anyone for 15 years because of what sam did. Then there’s reader coming along, being such a ray of sunshine and very dedicated, committed, focused, disciplined, and persistent whenever they’re at work. He can’t help but fall slowly, he hated that he was getting attracted and was slowly trusting someone again.

Clayton Beresford was your boss, you weren't confident at first that his employer would accept you or hire you at all. but to your surprise, they had gave you the job.

it was hard to fit in at first, with your boss being difficult to get along with. hell, he was stern, mean and strict. you can't be minutes late or a minute late for work — you had to be early. you had to pick his usual preferred coffee from the café that was a few blocks away from the company, you had to watch your words or else he'll get all pissy if you said something wrong.

but a while passed, you got used to his mean, cold demeanor. he was starting to.. soften up at you. but you didn't notice that, you were to focused on your job, and there's this guy in the office that you admired— his name was tom, he was charming, nice. clay can see that, but he was getting.. jealous of him. he wanted to tell you that— tom was just messing with your feelings, that tom only wanted a night with you then straight up act like nothing happened at all.

later, it was a late evening. clay had asked you to stay and work with him late. you were helping him go through the stock files, he kept stealing glances at you, fuck. why were you so beautiful and sweet in his perspective? he wanted you all to himself. he wanted to take you, right here, right now.

he wanted to taste those beautiful full lips, he wanted to ravage your body, fill your beautiful exposed neck with love bites. he wanted to do that to your thighs too. heaven must be waiting for him in between those beautiful thighs of yours.

A/N: should i continue this?🤷🏻‍♀️

#clayton beresford thoughts #clayton beresford #clay x reader #to be continued..😉 #clay beresford #awake 2007 #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker thoughts #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader

[nwndrlndn]

14th Street

pairing : clay beresford x gn!reader | wc : 1.9k

summary : After a year together, your time and relationship has come to an end. You cant help but think of what was.

warnings : a little angst, a lot of fluff.

a/n : yes i do name every fic after a song, and this one was from 14th street by rufus wainwright, which is like actually so clay. no smut this time <3

You settle into your seat on the airplane, business class. After a year and a half of hard work at Beresford Capitol, your ticket didn't hurt your pocket but you did feel a sting in your heart. Other people settle in around you, but the window seat next to you that you coveted so bad but was already taken stays empty. Down the mental checklist you go, storing your carry on, finding a movie to watch on the tiny HD tv, getting earbuds from an attendant and you let out a breath. The stranger next to you hasn’t gotten here yet, but economy is already boarding. 

For a moment, your mind drifts and you aimlessly touch the charm bracelet on your wrist. The delicate charms were so small, but each one carefully picked out for you and your fingers hold onto the small c-shaped charm and you let yourself think of him.

“You know you shouldn’t try to stop me from going” You said softly, eyes trained on the ground to avoid your lover’s stare.

“You act like you don't want to stay. I remember just the other day you were saying I needed to find more time to spend with you outside of the office.” Clay looks down at you, raising an eyebrow. “Or was that just some sort of cruel joke?”

“Well... that was then. This is now. Things have changed.” You say softly, looking back up at him. The chatter of the party guests went on around you both as you talk. It would be a perfect night if you hadn’t just spent the last 4 hours packing and calling your family. 

“You haven't been complaining about staying late at my place the past few weeks. In fact, you're usually the one to suggest it.” Clay looked at you with a smirk. “So what's changed?”

“Maybe the fact that I’m leaving.”

Clay raised an eyebrow and you could see the way his mind started to race. His smirk was gone and he was starting to look confused. “Leaving? Leaving me? Or the company?”

“Both.... And New York.” You said softly, looking away briefly to see if anyone is watching while Clay seems to be a little stunned by this. He's usually one to keep his emotions in check, but it's clear that the thought of losing his secretary, his lover, is really getting to him.

“No. No... No, that can't be right. Tell me you're joking. Please.”

You finished looking around before taking his hand and led him to the lobby of the building and away from the party. It wasn’t like you would miss much anyways, seeing that Clay already talked to everyone he wanted to meet with and most people were on a mission to drink themselves blind.

Clay followed behind you, looking concerned. “Y/N, what's wrong? You're the best secretary I've ever had, the best girlfriend I could dream of. You're the only one who's made it this far... Why would you have to leave now?” He didn’t stop walking until he stood in front of the elevator, waiting for you to press the button.

You looked up at him then pressed the button “I have to go back home, my family needs me over there right now, its important.”

“And I don't need you here in New York? Is this just some silly excuse to get away?” Clay crossed his arms, trying to keep his emotions in check. He had always been so adamant about finding out the truth.

“That’s different, Clay.” 

As you spoke, Clay shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. “How is it different? Aren't we building something great here? Do I mean so little to you that you would just abandon everything we've built?” 

You start to speak and Clay stopped you stubbornly. “No, no, you can't just walk away. You have to stay.”

“My family needs me, right now.” You said softly, almost pleading for him to understand “I cant put myself or what I want over them, even if its my job. Even if its you.”

“This isn't just about you, or about your family. What about me? What about us? I've come to rely on you, I need you. I'm begging you, don't leave me.” He stared deep into your eyes, hoping to change your mind. And you wanted so bad to stay, you did. 

“Its not a choice for me.” You said softly before reaching up and cradling his face in your hands, looking into his eyes, scanning his face to commit it to memory. “I don't want to go but I have to.”

“What do you mean, you have to? Surely there must be some other solution. Maybe I can come with you? I can make it work.” Clay desperately tried to find a solution that doesn't include him losing you. Clay looks back at you, still stunned. He tries to find the right words, something to convince you to stay, but nothing comes out. Instead, he pulls you closer to him, resting his forehead on yours.

He stays like this for a long moment, drinking in your scent and holding you. He doesn't want to let go, as if he's afraid that if he does, you'll disappear.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, muffled by his dress shirt and jacket. “I hope you know that I really do love you. You’ve made my time in New York worth it.”

Clay sighed, still having difficulties coming to terms with the reality of the situation. “I don't regret a single moment I spent with you. You were always there for me when I needed it and I was truly lucky to have had you in my life. I need you to know that. You're my world. I've never felt this way about anyone, and I just wish you were staying. But I understand that your family is important to you. And I won't get in your way.”

You’re pulled out of your reverie by the sound of a crying child and you turn, watching as a mother coos and rocks her child as she walks down the isle. The woman looked tired, and her partner trudged along with their carry ons. You look away when you see them sneak a kiss and you look to the seat next to you, still empty, and let out a sigh, before you take a moment and decide to slide over to the window seat. When the passenger arrived, you could always just move back to your seat.

You felt like half of you was missing, it had been so normal to spend day in and day out with him. The taxi ride over was just as hard as actually leaving Clay’s bed this morning. For the first time in your entire relationship, he wasn't there when you woke up. After how desperate you both were to be together last night, you thought he would be there, but you realize it was selfish to want that.

You watch the crew work in the early morning, moving all over the tarmac as they prepare for the trip. The sky wasn’t fully blue, it was still red and orange from the sunrise and you can feel how big the world is in the moment. How small you and your memories are in the grand scheme of things.

On his way into the office, Clay paused near your desk, eyes scanning the flurry of activity surrounding you. The room hummed with the sound of ringing phones and hushed conversations. Despite the chaos, you had remained composed, gracefully juggling multiple tasks with ease.

Unable to resist the pull or his own instinct, Clay leaned against the edge of the desk, a playful smile forming on his lips. Your eyes flickered up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of warmth and professionalism.

"Busy day, isn't it?" Clay remarked, his voice carrying a touch of admiration.

You responded with a gentle chuckle, glancing at the organized chaos around them. "Yes, it's a pretty eventful day, Mr. Beresford. You have several important meetings scheduled, contracts to review, and a multitude of emails awaiting your attention."

Clay's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, I trust in your ability to keep everything running smoothly. After all, I couldn't imagine navigating this corporate maze without your guidance."

Your cheeks flushed ever so slightly, it seemed like the attention flustered you but only you knew of the feelings you had been developing for him. "Thank you, Mr. Beresford. I strive to assist you in any way I can."

Clay's voice turned softer, taking on a more personal tone. "You do more than just assist me, Y/N. Your dedication and loyalty have become an integral part of my success. I couldn't imagine my professional life without you by my side."

You met his words with a warm smile, your eyes reflecting a deep connection built over the years. "And I, too, feel privileged to have the opportunity to support and work alongside you, Mr. Beresford. Your vision and leadership inspire me daily."

Clay's smile widened, his appreciation evident. "Well, let's tackle this day together, shall we? I have complete faith that we'll triumph over any challenges that come our way."

You nodded along. "Absolutely, Mr. Beresford. Together, there's nothing we can't handle."

With that unspoken agreement, Clay straightened himself, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before returning to his desk.

A flight attendant gently calls your name, reminding you to return to your seat. You smile politely and apologize, moving back to your seat. As you do, you can see a tall man in a suit come closer, face hidden from your current angle and the longer you look, the more familiar he looks. Even though he’s in a simple white button down, maroon sweater, and slacks, the outfit was something so familiar, so memorable. You watched as he stored a black briefcase before he started to make his way to his seat next to you, making a poor attempt to hide his face. 

“Clay.” You whisper breathlessly, turning in your seat and hugging him tightly. Clayton wraps his arms around you, grinning from ear to ear.

Clay takes the window seat next to you, looking over at you with an almost hopeful expression on his face. He smiles when he sees that you’re looking at him. “I take it you're surprised to see me? I couldn't let you leave... I had to find a way to be with you.”

“I missed you so much.” You whisper against his neck and he gazes down at you, caressing your cheek softly with his thumb.

“Did you really think I would just let you go like that? Don't you know by now that I'll do anything I can to be with you.”

Clay lifts your head from his shoulder and leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

“You're coming with me?”

Clay looks back at you, nodding in response. “I couldn't just let you leave. It wouldn't be right. If you need me, then I'll always be there for you. So, I'll go wherever you want, whenever you need.” He smiles, gently taking your hands into his own. “Just promise me, that you'll never leave me again. Because I don't know if I can survive a second goodbye.”

You smile, kissing him again. “No more goodbyes. Never again.”

Clay sighs in relief, embracing you tightly. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, smelling you again like it's the most precious thing in the world. “No more goodbyes... I can't wait for us to spend a lifetime together.”

#[ 🍒 ] — my works #[ 💸 ] — clay #clay beresford #clayton beresford #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford imagines

[pari-143]

He can use and abuse me how ever he wants to (I NEED HIM SO BAD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY)

#i love him #hayden christensen #he’s so cute #i need him #anakin skywalker #star wars #meow #sw rots #hayden christensen x reader #james kelly #stephen glass #clayton beresford #i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises #i want his babies #i need his dick #🎀｡ﾟ･｡ﾟᐠ( ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ )ᐟ｡ﾟ･｡ﾟ🎀 #🎀 #🩷 #𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖ྀི ♡₊˚ 🦢˚‧⁺

[erosmutt]

౨ৎ music headcanons

𓏲 sam monroe listens to Gojira, Mindless Self Indulgence, Splender, and Type O Negative

𓏲 han solo's fav artists are The Stooges, Led Zeppelin, and Danzig

𓏲 modern!han solo's fav band is CAKE

𓏲 clay beresford listens to Portishead and Massive Attack

𓏲 scott barringer's fav album is Jar by Superheaven

𓏲 modern!anakin skywalker's fav band is Muse

𓏲 if darth vader listened to music, his favorite song would be Prayers For Rain by The Cure

𓏲 a song that gets james kelly hyped is Freek-A-Leek by Petey Pablo

#૮ ˙ⱉ˙ ა 내가 이야기 ! #bnuuy headcanons #i firmly believe this #anakin's fav band is most definitely Muse suck my dick if you disagree #han solo wants a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket (i am said girl so i can confirm) #clay listening to triphop is interesting #heavy on sam's though #esp type o and msi #vader listens to it and thinks of padme obvi #sam monroe #han solo #clay beresford #clayton beresford #scott barringer #anakin skywalker #anakin #darth vader #james kelly

[starry-eyedbunny]

Save me, Hayden Christensen!

#adomaniagirl #hayden christensen i want you #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #sam monroe #clayton beresford #stephen glass #aaron warner #james kelly

[clayberesford-anakinskywalkerfan]

Why is everything about Hayden Christensen so perfect,especially as Clay in Awake? 🥰😭 His hair is so soft and I can't stop looking at his eyes. I am obsessed 🥰

#hayden christensen #clay beresford #awake 2007 #clayton beresford jr #clayton beresford #he's so pretty i want to cry

[taylorswiftsfavouritedaughter]

Honestly, if you're stuck in an arranged marriage with clayton, he would definitely act cold towards you and acts like as if you're not even living in his mansion with him.

However, when you snuck out from the mansion to go out with your friends, he would still doesn't notice about it because he has got so much paperworks to do.

When you're finally gone from the mansion, he was trying to get some snacks from the kitchen and when he doesn't find you anywhere, he would go CRAZY.

He would try to call you multiple times, he would even try to track your locations, he would asks the maid, he would ask your parents, friends and he even tries to report to the police station.

Clayton would never admit that he's in love with you in the arranged marriage because he thinks that he would never find his true love. (Let's just say that you're the complete opposite from him).

When he saw that your location's still on, he would get into his car and drives to your location.

Then, he arrived at your location. He saw you talking with your friends at the bar and when you don't wanna go back to the mansion with him, he tries to reassure you and comforts you.

BUT when you still refuse to go with him, he'd pick you up in front of everyone and places you inside his car and he drove away.

Eventually, he apologized for everything and wants to make you feel better and wants to make you feel loved.

So, clayton brings you right up to his bedroom and he "tries" to fuck you gently and softly. (he failed)

#clayton beresford #awake #hayden christensen #clayton beresford imagines #clayton beresford × reader #imagine #i want him #anakin skywalker #clayton beresford × female reader

[luvthegame]

clay and sam are so different but honestly top tier hayden characters 🤤

#clay's like. super sweet and would spoil you with your wildest dreams and stuff #sam would act all mean and crude to you all the time but when you're alone he'd be all sweet n needy. #june speaks now. #june’s thoughts. #june's hayden tag. #june's sam tag #june's clay tag #clay beresford #clayton beresford #sam monroe #GOD LIKE. so many ideas but it's so hard to write #i love them

[bloatedandalone04]

Sweet Spot

➪the one where hayden goes down on you.

Warnings: soft dom hayden, smut, fluff, oral (f receiving), swearing, rare blurb from me

Word Count: 1.4k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | THANKS FOR 3.9K FOLLOWERS XXXX

“Fuck,” you gasp as Hayden pushes you down onto the bed. “What’s gotten into you?”

Hayden grunts as he kisses all along your exposed collarbones. You were really glad you decided to pick a strapless dress tonight as it made access to your shoulders and chest extremely easy. “The thought of getting you out of this,” he muttered as he reached behind you and fumbled around with the zipper on your back before pulling it down. “You’ve been on my mind all night.”

You laugh a bit when he tugs your dress down and tosses the white fabric off the side of the bed. “You were the one who wanted to go out tonight,” you pointed out as he peppered kisses along the skin of your abdomen. “You’re the one who insisted we have a date night.”

“Stop me next time,” he grunted as he kissed your inner thigh. “Don’t ever let me make plans that require us to leave our house, okay? It ends the same way every single time.” 

“With you begging me to let you take me home,”

“Exactly,” he murmurs as he pulls down the black lace of your panties. “I know I usually take my time with you, but I can’t tonight. I’ve been turned on since the second you walked out of this bedroom nearly three hours ago.”

You laugh again and it quickly turns into a moan as he runs the tip of his nose along your folds, collecting your wetness on his skin with a sigh. “Hayden,” you nearly whisper, reaching a hand down and running it through his neat, though soon to be messy, hair. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight, please.” 

Hayden smirked and kissed along your core, his mouth never actually making contact with your slick folds. “Why not?” He mocked, inhaling your sweet scent before lifting his head to look up at you. “You’ve been teasing me all night.”

You huff as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “I have not,” say. “All I did was get ready for the night you planned. It’s not my fault you have no self control.”

Hayden runs his hands up your body until his fingers graze the cups of your bra. “Keep running your mouth like that and I’ll leave us both unsatisfied,” he warned, making your eyes widen as bit as he continued, “Even though I want you so badly right now, I don’t mind walking out and proving just how much self control I really have.”

Gasping quietly, you further test him, “You wouldn’t dare,” and when Hayden makes a move to get up, you quickly pull him back down. “Do not leave me like this when you’re the one who got me in the mood.”

He smirks again and settles between your legs once more. “Don’t act like you have any more self control than I do,” he rasped before delving his tongue within your walls. 

You moan instantly and arch your back, your hand tangling in his hair again and successfully making it messy. 

Just the way you liked it. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whine as he slides his tongue up. His lips wrap around your clit and he gives it a sharp suck, making your whole body jolt at the sudden stimulation. “Hayden.”

Hayden grins against your clit, poking his tongue out and licking a flat stripe up your wet folds. “Feel good, baby?” He asked, knowing damn well he is a pro at going down on you and how he never failed to get you off this way. 

“Yes,” you give in and feed his ego, anyway. “Feels so good, Hayden.”

He smirked up at you and before you could call him out on being too cocky, he was licking up your arousal and slipping his tongue inside your core. You moan loudly, your hand coming down to tug on his hair again. He had spent at least ten minutes on it earlier in an attempt to make it look good for his and your night out, so to be the one who gets to mess it up was truly an honor. 

He was still fully clothed, his dress shirt beginning to form wrinkles the longer he went down on you, but he didn’t care at all. His mouth explored the most private and sweetest part of you as if he were a starved man, and you were struggling to hold back a way too soon release.

“Fuck, Hayden, you’re so good,” you praise, telling him something you have told him countless times before. 

“So I’ve heard,” he says, further fueling his own ego. He smirks up at you before slipping his tongue inside your wet and welcoming walls. Your hands pull at his hair as he tugs your legs up so they’re draped over his shoulders. 

He fucks the muscle in and out of you as quick as he could and holds your hips down against the bed when he felt you try to buck up into his mouth. “Hayden,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut and clenching your core as he relentlessly invaded your slick entrance. “Oh, fuck.”

Hayden hums against you, sending vibrations deep into your body and making you squirm a bit. “You drive me crazy,” he commented, nudging your clit with his nose as his lips brushed against your folds. “All the time.”

Your mouth parts in a desperate moan when you catch sight of his lips and chin that were covered in a thin  layer of your sweet juices. 

“You’re right, I have no self control,” he states as he kisses along your inner thighs before glancing up at you. “Not when it comes to you.” 

Then he was flattening out his tongue and licking up your folds again. Your body shook a bit as you fought off the urge to lift your hips and grind against his mouth, not that his tight hold on you would actually let you do that, anyway.  

You bite down harshly on your lip as he fucks his tongue into you again, but this time he keeps eye contact with you as he does it. “Fuck,” you curse, your brows furrowing as the knot that had been quickly forming since he pulled you all the way to your bedroom begins to tighten. “It’s too much.”

You hadn’t even come yet, and aren’t necessarily sensitive at the moment, but having him look at you with his lust-filled, blue eyes was making your brain feel fuzzy and had your sight blurring a bit. 

Hayden pulls away with a smirk on his wet lips. “Too much? Baby, we’ve barely started,” he informed you, dragging his bottom lip up your folds. “I’m gonna get you off with my mouth first, then my fingers, then I’ll let you ride me.”

“Fuck,” you huff out, the long night he had in store for you making you feel exhausted already. You drop your head back against the mattress and blindly reach for one of his hands, lacing your fingers together once you feel him in your grip. “I’m close, Hayden.”

He moaned deeply at your warning and the sound once again vibrated your core and caused you to clench down around the tip of his tongue. With his hand held tightly in yours, you arch your back a bit as your first of many orgasms washes over you. 

Hayden cleans up any and all evidence of it with his mouth before pulling away and beginning to place delicate kisses to your throbbing and overly-sensitive clit. He kisses his way up your body, your quiet whines making him smile once he reaches your lips. He kisses you softly there before pulling away as his body settles between your still shaking legs. “How are you doing?” He asked, keeping one of his hands locked with yours while his free one reaches up and brushes your hair out of your face. 

“I’m good,” you tell him, a bit breathless as you wrap your arm around his neck. “I’m so good.”

He hums, kissing you again before trailing his mouth down your neck. “That’s good,” he murmurs, glancing up at you with a small smirk. “Because that was just the beginning.”

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen gif #hayden christensen icons #hayden christensen edit #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen smut #anakin skywalker #clayton beresford #smut #star wars anakin #anakin star wars #anakin x reader #anakin fanfiction #anakin smut #tcw anakin #sw anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagines

[clayberesford]

//It's been a while since I've posted on here since it's been really busy for me with work and personal life. I'm hoping I can write more often again though. I love writing Clay's journey but sometimes it's difficult and I can't imagine what he could possibly be going through. I do know he deserves so much love and happiness and that is the direction I'm going towards with him and his recovery. ☺️❤️

*Is sitting at his favorite cafe again writing in his journal.*

"It has been a while since I have written on here. I am starting to recover slowly from the transplant. I am still in pain emotionally and not sure if I will ever get over my trauma, but I am hoping one day that I can at least stay in control of my emotions and be able to learn to trust again.

My aunt Elizabeth has been taking care of me and I'm really grateful to have her by her side to keep me company. She is really an amazing person and she has done so much for me to help me recover. ❤️

I have been working from home, but will be going back to the office soon. I am a bit nervous to see everyone again and I know people will be talking about what happened to me regarding my heart transplant and my mother's sacrifice as well. It has been all over the news and in the office as well.

I really hope everything will be okay and will feel normal again some day, but for now I guess I just have to take things one day at a time."

#awake 2007 #clay beresford #hayden christensen #role play account #clayton beresford #awake rp #role play post #role playing

[fuckmyskywalker]

❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒𝐭𝐡 : 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐞 - 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝.

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

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

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[jadegmfu]

FUCK YEAH THEY ARE

#jadegmfu #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #sw anakin #goofy hayden #FUCK I LOVE YOU #anakin x y/n #star wars anakin #clayton beresford