FORMERLY KNOWN AS: Claymoresofinfamy23 Requests are OPEN! hey, I’m Clay. Nice to meet you! I’m a girl who likes too many things and too many guys, I also watch too much wrestling. I’m the queen of ADHD chaos, Welcome to my corner of the internet! Asks/DMs are always open! I love hearing from moots and strangers alike!
My other intro post wasn’t unhinged enough, so I’m making a new one!
Important note!
If you’re a minor, you can interact with me, just be aware that I do make NSFW jokes, frequently say downright horny things, and frequently reblog smutty fanfics. So don’t read those. (It’s not like I can stop you, I’m not your parents. But if you do read them, that’s all on you.)
With that out of the way, go and follow my closest moots! (I love you all, these are just the ones I feel I’m closest to. This list is subject to addition (because I ain’t perfect and I accidentally forget people. Also if you want me to take you off this list, let me know.)
@there-goes-thefighter @reignseclipse @alyyaanna @edgessunflower @kai-ropractor (rest of post under the cut)
Please check out my Meet my OCs and check out my Masterlist!
Meet my OCs! (This is still in progress, haven’t finished making all of them yet.)
Request Rules! (Currently Open!)
Masterlist!
Specialty tags! (For people)
2004 Randy Orton: Cutie Patootie🥰
2009 Randy Orton: Unhinged Viper Daddy🐍💚
Present-day Randy Orton: Viper Daddy🐍💚
Cody Rhodes: Angel Daddy🤍
Seth Rollins: Crazy Vampire❤️
Drew Mcintyre: My favorite Scotsman💙
Damian Priest: Vampire King💜
Roman Reigns: STILL my favorite loser (Affectionate)🩶
Edge/Cope: SpearMaster🔱
AJ Styles: My Werewolf🩵
Darby Allin: SkellyBoy🖤
Dean Winchester: My hunter💕
Michael!Dean: Dark Archangel💙💙
Jack Kline: Sweet Nephilim🩷
Aaron Warner: Dark Book Boyfriend🖤🖤
Nick Torres: fav agent🫶
Dwight Hendrickson: Chief💛
Duke Crocker: Grey Gull🩶🩶
Jordan McKee: Troubled sister❤️🩹
Johnny “Soap” McTavish: 141 baby🧼
Alejandro Vargas: Hot tamale 🫔
Graves: Morally Grey Shadow Daddy 🩶🩶🩶
John Reese: chaotic Husband🫶🫶
Root and Shaw: chaotic besties👯♀️
Root: Perky chaos🤪
Shaw: sociopathic chaos😐
Other specialty tags!
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Thirsty Clay
Clay needs help
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Meet Clay’s OCs
Luna Nightingale
Cora Callahan
Celestia Sky
Samantha Smith
Emma Kay
Lexi Winterfield
Eve Smith
Kat Jones
Ember James
Abby Ledger
Katie Parker
Lisa Carlson
Ava Reigns
Here’s some fun facts about me!
My favorite songs are as follows:
Psycho In My Head- Skillet. (2023)
Dreaming Of Eden- Skillet (2019)
Collide- Skillet (2003)
Assorted songs from skillet’s “Rise” album (2013)
Almost the entire Revolution album by Skillet (2024)
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams- Green Day (2004)
IF IT DOESN’T HURT- Nothing More (2024)
HOUSE ON SAND- Nothing More (2024)
Hope it Haunts You- Citizen Soldier (2020)
Make Hate To Me- Citizen Soldier (2020)
When Legends Rise- Godsmack (2018)
End Of Me- Ashes Remain (2011)
Somebody-Memphis May Fire (2021)
Favorite shows: WWE
person of interest (2011-2016)
and Supernatural (2005-2020)
NCIS
Haven (2010-2015)
Other assorted random facts!
I went to the 2023 Royal Rumble that was held in San Antonio, TX.
I’m a southern gal!
I’m ADHD and tend to hyperfixate on things and people and at the moment, I’m hyperfixated on Leon Kennedy and Chris Jericho. I’M INSANE ABOUT THEM. Don’t fight me on this!
My fics are on tumblr ONLY and are generally 18+ due to dark themes (kidnapping, violence etc) as well as smut.
Asks and DM’s are always open I’d love to hear from you and there is one rule for both. no asks or DM’s about religion and if I receive an ask or DM about this topic I will delete it immediately and if a person continues to send such messages to me, unfortunately, I will have to block them. As for the second rule, please be kind! Allow me to add a side note, if you ask me why I don’t want to talk about religion I will gladly answer that question. Please respect my boundaries. I do not want to block anyone, but this is my safe space and if anyone continues to violate my boundaries after I have politely communicated them, I will have to block them. I love you all, and I hope that we can have fun thirsting over men!
dick makes people mentally ill. dick havers, dick wannabes and dick lovers are all insane. it's like toxoplasmosis, you have compulsive need to defend and push and worship dicks all the time and spead your dick mania to everywhere you go.
this seems rational and grounded in empirical evidence
when he’s so so big over you and inside you trying to coax you into relaxing for him; saying ‘it’s ok, sweetheart, you’re doing so well for me, you can take it’ and he kisses you as he slides himself all the way home inside you(swearing you’re so tight around him he can feel your heartbeat) so that your little hiccup is swallowed by his mouth and then he pulls back to admire the sight of you stretched around him to coo; ‘see? there’s my pretty angel. look how good you look full of me.’
(one day, I'm gonna remember to put the taglist in BEFORE I publish)
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks into your mouth, mid-kiss, although he can read your mind. Perhaps he’s reading your body language instead, the way your shoulders tense, your lungs expanding to full volume, how your fingers tremble as you unbutton his shirt. But none of those physical manifestations of anxiety can eclipse the pure, unadulterated need in your stomach, far beyond the innocent flutters of butterfly wings at first blush. This feeling–the flame across your cheeks, the throb between your legs–it’s something utterly sinful. There’s nothing sweet about it.
“I’m sure, Leon,” you say, the words carried from your throat on the back of a hitched breath. How unconvincing.
Then, to make things worse, you pull back. Why did you pull back?
“Everything alright?” He asks, already high off the taste of your mouth, forcing himself from his euphoria to check in with you, though there’s nothing he wants more in this moment than to rip the cloth from your body and ravish everything that was beneath it.
You swallow hard, a nest of fear and guilt caught in your throat, scratching the gummy sides of your esophagus on the way down. “Don’t freak out, okay?”
Leon can’t help but let his eyes go wide. His mind travels to dark places in the beat of silence between you. “What is it?”
Maybe you don’t tell him. You still have time. Act coy and coquettish, write your hesitation off as flirtation when he asks why you pulled away. Still, looking into his eyes, all large and fawn-like, and filled to the brim with such care you’d be an ass to keep anything from someone so understanding and willing to listen, especially something as important as this. He deserves to know, like he deserves to have all of you.
“I’ve never done this before. Ever.”
His brows furrow. “What?” Then, as if you can see the cogs turning through a window in his forehead, you watch him put the pieces together, nodding at his conclusion. “Sex?”
“Mhm.” You cut your eyes, unable to meet his. “Sorry.” The apology quickly slips from your lips, a formality you’ve taken upon yourself more than bending under the pressure. It’s not as though you’re embarrassed or ashamed, but it seems like something to say at the moment.
“Hey, look at me. No need to apologize,” he promises, crooking a finger under your chin to direct your gaze back to him.
“I haven’t scared you off?”
“Honey,” he says with a laugh as if you just told him the sky is green. “It takes a lot more than that to scare me.” And you know he’s not lying. “But–”
“You don’t want it?”
The tension in his brows melts, and he tilts his head as though personally offended by your assumption. “That’s not true, and you know it.” He grabs your face in his hands, dipping his chin to give you a sweet peck on the forehead. “I just want to make sure it’s something you want. Is it?”
You nod against his lips, then he pulls away, a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
“Can I hear you answer in that pretty voice of yours?”
“Yes. Yes, Leon, I want it.”
He smiles with a little bit of tooth. “Good.”
“Deep breath. Come on, deep breath.”
You inhale, pushing your lungs to their full capacity, savoring the scent of Leon’s skin: musk and clove, black pepper, and that specific smell attached to men who don’t try too hard to smell good but it seems to be embedded in their DNA.
“That’s it. One more time. Just relax.”
Another inhale. This time, you feel your hips melt a little further into the mattress, your head dizzying as though you took a hit of a joint or sipped on a glass of wine. A good, deep breath is a drug in and of its own.
“There you go,” he coos, pumping himself in his fist. You try not to look, already intimidated by the sheer size of him. Not too thick but, boy, is he long. And pretty. With a pink head, already weeping with a bead of anticipation, and a few sprawling veins that crawl up and down the length. “Don’t be scared. It’s okay. I’m here.”
He could make you kill a man if he asked you in that voice.
From above, his eyes are affixed to yours as he awaits your signal. “You ready?”
You nod. “Yes. Please.” Parting your legs just a bit more to accommodate the width of his hips between them, you allow the head to glide up and down your pussy, waiting teasingly at your seam.
He chuckles lightly at your plea, manually lining himself up with your hole, already sopping wet from the work of his tongue. Then, he enters you. One inch at a time until he’s half-way there, another promise. The stretch is something you could never imagine on your own without experiencing it once or twice. It burns. Like that time when you were a kid and fell off your bike, knees scratched and gouged. And it stings.
You hiss through gritted teeth, immediately regretting it once Leon’s hips stop moving, and he’s caught, half-way inside.
“Shit,” he curses under his breath, looking down at you. Strands of icy blonde hair hang down like curtains, the tips tickling your forehead. “You okay?”
Biting down on your lower lip, you nod. “Yes, keep going.”
He doesn’t. One hand comes to cup your cheek, the other smoothing your hair down the side of your head, his weight still resting on his elbows, dug into the mattress top. “If you want to stop, just tell me, okay?” He would really hate that, though. You’re so tight around him, squeezing his cock to the point he’s unsure if it’d let him go. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Leon plunges the fullness of his length inside you, causing you to cry out like a wounded animal on the forest floor, or a future piece of roadkill on the side of the highway.
“You’re doing such a good job. Keep breathing for me. Just relax.”
He goes slow at first, warming you up, waiting for the signals that your pain has melted into pleasure. Once he hears your cries turn into gasping moans, he picks up the pace, hips slapping against your pelvic bone, the sloppy, wet sound like a cheer from the sidelines of a race.
“That’s it,” he coos in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. “You’re taking me so good.” The praise is punctuated by a whimper of his own. “Doin’ so good for me, baby.”
You dig your fingernails into the meat of his shoulders, tethering yourself to him, sure the movement could saw you into the mattress if you didn’t hold on to something. His chest begins to beat against yours, his heart thumping through his pec, the beat matching the rhythm of his thrusts
“You feel me stretching you? That feels good, huh?”
Not sure what to say, worried you’ll make a joke or something just as stupid, you nod quietly, drinking in the sounds of his pleasure, each moan and yelp from him adding to your own. It does feel good. Not quite the screaming, crying type of ‘feels good’, the kind of euphoric pleasure he inflicts on you when he eats you out, but it has the potential to be.
He tries so hard to elongate the act–it’s your first time after all. That’s the least he could do.
But that all too familiar tension grows in his abdomen, the muscles there contracting and releasing at an erratic pace, and his cock begins to throb as he continues plowing into your pussy. Your pretty, wet pussy–fuck–he’s gone.
Not even two whole minutes and he’s already finishing inside you, seizing and thrashing as he releases his pleasure. For a man who wasn’t, at all, inexperienced, one would think it was his first time.
Just a what if on Ashley and Leon reunion in Requiem setting. This took way too long to finish and it felt too wordy. Special thanks to @loveiscosmicsinand to @theycallmedarling (on Tumblr) for helping me fix my English.
Edit/correction on dialogue: "I was a pain to rescue."
As always I see a lot of mistakes lol. But too lazy to edit or fix them so just gotta leave this here.
