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Some People Just Need A Little Pampering (Clyde Logan x F!Reader)

Mellie always cut Clyde’s hair. That how it had been his whole life, ever since she was old enough to read her fashion magazines and wield a pair of scissors. All throughout school Clyde sported the latest in Mellie’s favorite hair styles. When he reached high school and started growing his hair out to cover his ears, Mellie still insisted on being the one to trim it. When they’d sit at home, waiting on Jimmy to come up with another cauliflower scheme, Mellie would busy herself with Clyde’s hair, practicing her braids and using her new irons to try and master the art of curling hair.

This was why, when Clyde found himself standing in the middle of the hair salon with no Mellie in sight, he figured he would come back another time. He paused for a second, calling out a hesitant, “Mellie?”, and cringing at the way his voice broke when he raised it. Clyde waited a few seconds for a response and when he got none he took it as his sign to leave. Spinning on his heels, Clyde grabbed the handle to the door, trying to get out as quickly as he could and avoid any awkward encounters. He’d just drive home and call Mellie up when he got there, to see if she’d be around the salon tomorrow. Just as he was opening the door, he heard a voice coming from behind him.

“‘xcuse me, sorry ‘bout that. I was in the back. I thought I heard you callin’ for Mellie, she had to run out real quick but I’m sure she’ll be back soon. In the meantime why don’ you have a seat an’ wait for her. Or if it’s somethin’ simple you need I’m sure I can handle it.”

Clyde felt himself freeze in the doorway, that voice was something magical, sweet and warm like honey. He turned around, trying with no avail to force down the blush that was creeping up his neck. He was grateful that his hair was so long, it covered his neck and his ears, both of which he was sure were very red. It was then Clyde realized that turning around wasn’t really going to help his situation. The woman that accompanied that delightful voice was lovelier than Clyde could’ve imagined. Right as he pulled himself together and was fixing to say something to this pretty little angel he found, she opened her mouth again. A blush dancing across her soft cheeks, she stuck out her hand, “My goodness, I completely forgot, my name is Y/N.” Clyde stared at her hand before raising his prosthetic up as if to show her he couldn’t really shake too well. Her smile didn’t falter for a second as she put her arm down in favor of reaching out with the other. Clyde bit back a smile as he took her hand in his and shook, choosing not to focus on the electrifying feeling of her skin on his, “Clyde. I’m Mellie’s brother.”

Y/N’s bright E/C eyes lit up with understanding, “Ohh so you’re the famous Clyde I been hearin’ so much about.” Clyde felt the heat rising back up to his cheeks and shrugged. “Mellie talks about you and your other brother all the time, Jimmy was it? Anyway, what can I do for ya, Mr. Clyde Logan?”

Stuttering, Clyde tried to explain, “Well, my hair’s been gettin’ a bit long. Thought it might be time for a trim. Mellie’s the only one who cuts my hair though.”

Y/N nodded, “Oh yeah, I’m sure she knows exactly how you like it then. Well, she stepped out a little while ago but I’m sure it won’t be long now if you just wanna wait for her.”

Clyde started to protest, explaining that he could come back later and didn’t want to be a bother. Laughing, Y/N gestured around the empty room, “As you can see we got a whole lot goin’ on, I’m pretty busy at the moment.” Clyde didn’t know how to respond so he stood there silently while Y/N watched. After a moment she gave his arm a light shove, “Aw c’mon Clyde I’m just teasin’. I don’t think you could ever be a bother to anyone.” She turned away from him at that, though Clyde thought he might’ve caught a blush dusting her cheeks again. “Anyway, you can take a seat wherever you like, or you can give Mellie a quick call if you want. I’ll be around so if you need anything just holler, ok?”

Clyde nodded and took a seat in the closest chair, watching as Y/N busied herself tidying up the salon. He found he really enjoyed watching her move around the room, she had an air of comfort around her that made everything she did seem natural and right. He was so caught up in watching her that he choked a bit when she turned towards him expectantly. Laughing lightly she asked,“You mind if I put on a little music?”

Clyde shook his head, praying that his face wasn’t too red though it felt like it was on fire. She giggled and he melted into his chair a little at the sound, “How ‘bout a little Seger, huh?”

He quickly sat back up, “How’d you know?”

She rolled her eyes, the warm smile never leaving her face, “You’re wearin’ his shirt, Clyde.”

The blush returned to Clyde’s face full force and he knew there was no way of hiding it this time, “Right, yeah, ‘course.” He sputtered, trying to respond to her without making it clear how embarrassed he was, “Yeah, that’d be great. Unless you’re not a fan, you don’t gotta play music for me if you wanna listen to somethin’ else.”

She dismissed his concerns with a wave of her hand, “Who doesn’t like Bob Seger?”. She walked over to the stereo and fussed with it, picking up her phone and scrolling quickly through her music. Clyde heard the strumming of the opening chords to ‘You’ll Accomp’ny Me’ drift out of the speaker. Y/N started humming along, glancing back at Clyde with a small smile and a raised eyebrow, “This good?” Clyde nodded, a smile gracing his own features.

Y/N turned back to her work, shaking her hips to the music as she moved around the salon. Now, Clyde had seen his fair share of women dancing to all sorts of songs at the bar but nothing beat the sight in front of him. He felt his chest fill with something he couldn’t quite place, warmth and longing and who knows what else. He didn’t really want to go falling in love with this pretty little hairdresser but he had a feeling she wasn’t going to give him much choice. Or maybe he’d just been on his own for too long. Paying more attention to Y/N’s hands he noticed she was organizing all sorts of cremes and what looked like some clay in a jar. Before he could even think he was opening his mouth, “What you got in that jar there?”

Y/N hummed in response, glancing at Clyde with her eyebrows raised before looking back down at her hands. She picked up the jar in question, “Oh this? Mellie’s been tryna branch out lately, we’ve been offering little facials and what not.”

Clyde felt his face contorting with confusion, “Yer puttin’ that on people’s faces? And they pay you fer that?”

Laughing, she set the jar down again and put her hands on her hips, “Yes, they do in fact pay us for this. Have you never done a face mask or nothin’?” The look on Clyde’s face must’ve been enough to answer her question, “Of course, what was I thinkin’. Even with Mellie as a sister, you don’ seem like the type to pamper yourself. You should try it sometime.”

She turned back to her station, moving a couple of things around before she looked back at Clyde from over her shoulder, “Well c’mon now. Get over here, I’m gonna give you your first facial, on the house.”

Clyde stayed sitting, “‘re you sure ‘bout that? Won’t Mellie want you savin’ that for real customers?”

Y/N turned back toward Clyde again with a no nonsense look in her pretty little E/C eyes, “You’re family Clyde. And if Mellie did have a problem with it, then I’ll take it out of my pay. Let me treat you Clyde, everyone could use a little pamperin’.” She pulled the cutest puppy dog eyes Clyde had ever seen and he found he couldn’t say no. With a hefty sigh, Clyde stood from his chair and walked over to where Y/N was, her arms splayed out on either side of her with her hands on the counter of her station.

In a few long strides he was standing directly in front of her, so close he could count each of her pretty little eyelashes. Neither of them said a word, Y/N seemed to be holding her breath as she stared up into his eyes. Clyde held back a chuckle when he saw the heat rising to her face. She averted her eyes and coughed, “Right, so, just take a seat an’ I’ll do the rest, alright?”

He nodded and sat down, eyes on her the whole time. He could tell she was a flustered, and felt a tinge of pride at the knowledge that he had been the cause of such a lovely lady losing her composure. He watched as she went to adjust the volume of the music, ‘In Your Time’ sweetly playing from the speakers, and dim the lights. Without realizing it, Clyde started to sink into his seat, the low lighting, his favorite music, and a pretty girl just itching to take care of him proving to be enough to get him to relax.

Y/N made her way back over to the station, grabbing a headband from the counter. Leaning over Clyde she slipped the fabric around his head, successfully pushing his hair out of his face. Glancing down at Clyde’s flustered face, she giggled and spoke, in a lower and more relaxing tone than she had before, “Have a little faith, Clyde. Just let yourself enjoy this.” Clyde tried his hardest to keep his face neutral and nodded, though it proved more difficult than he thought when he was eye level with Y/N’s chest and she was saying things like that in that voice. He schooled his features and took a deep breath as Y/N turned back to her station. Clyde continued watching her as she mixed a few of the substances from the jars together before facing him again. When their eyes met she laughed again, a light, breathy sound, and shook her head, “You can close your eyes now, Clyde, I’ll warn ya before I do anythin’.”

Blushing, Clyde shut his eyes and steered his thoughts towards the music wafting over from the speakers. He heard Y/N take a few steps around him before he heard her speak again, this time from right behind him, “Alright now Clyde, I’m gonna keep it simple for ya since it’s your first time. This is a sugar scrub, it should smell like apricot mainly. Then I’ll do a mud mask, should smell like coconut.” Clyde jumped a little when he felt her fingers dancing on his face but he got used to the sensation very quickly. She gently massaged the scrub on his face and he felt like he was putty in her hands. When she had gotten around his entire face she paused, “I’m gonna quick wipe this off and then apply the mud mask, ok?” Clyde hummed in response, his eyes still closed and his body more relaxed than it had ever been, especially since he’d gotten back to the States. This time, when she slowly started wiping his face off with a warm, damp towel, he didn’t flinch. He basked in the heat of the towel and Y/N’s soft humming. He heard her move to the station, the sound of her fingers lightly tapping the counter and then she was next to him again, “Last step, this is the mud mask part. Now I’m gonna apply it for ya an’ then you can just rest until it dries, just try an’ keep a straight face, okay?”

Clyde hummed in response, keeping his eyes closed and basking in the feeling of calm, “Whatever you say sweetheart.” He opened one eye ever so slightly and got a glimpse of Y/N’s flaming cheeks as she tried to brush off the pet name. Clyde had to make a conscious effort not to smile right then. And who could blame him for being pleased that he could have that effect on such a wonderful little lady. Clyde was glad he had steeled his features when she started applying the mud. At some point she had warmed it up so it was about the same temperature as the towel. It was thick and heavy on his face, smelled like heaven too, and Y/N’s soft fingers were gentle and sweet on his skin. All too soon his face was covered. He felt the touch of Y/N’s fingers leave his face and had to stop himself from following them.

Y/N coughed slightly, “You can open your eyes now if ya like, or you can keep relaxing that, I’ll be here if you need anything.”

Clyde nodded slightly and continued to lay with his eyes closed.

Soon he felt his face getting tighter. He opened his eyes and looked around, spotting Y/N in the corner sweeping and moving to the music, “Uh, Y/N is it supposed to feel real tight?”

She paused her work and giggled, “Don’t you worry Clyde, that just means it’s drying. It might be ready to take off, lemme come get a look atchu.” Setting her broom down she practically skipped over to his chair, “Well looky there, you’re cracking. Means we can take it off. Don’t suppose I could get a picture first?”

Clyde looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a dried up old river in the desert or something, he had no idea why she’d want a picture of him like this. Grey mud ashy and cracking on his face, the purple hair band wrapped around his head, dark hair sticking up from him laying on it funny. He looked back over at Y/N before realizing his mistake. She’d pulled out those damn puppy eyes again, “Now don’t you go makin’ that face at me darlin’. How am I supposed ta say no to you lookin’ like that?”

Her concentration broke as a wide smile bloomed on her face and Clyde swore that sight alone would make him go blind faster than staring at the sun ever could. “Well darn it Clyde, you figured me out pretty quick.” She laughed lightly, “Does that mean I have permission then? I’m sure Mellie’d love to see this, and I certainly don’t mind havin’ pictures of people as good lookin’ as you on my phone.”

Sputtering, Clyde couldn’t help but ask, “You think I’m good lookin’?”

The look on Y/N’s face was one of pure confusion, “Now, what kind of question is that? Are you kiddin’ me? ‘Course I do.”

Now Clyde was thankful for the mask, regardless of how crusty he may look at least it covered the blush on his cheeks.

“I guess someone doesn’t get told he’s handsome quite as often as he should, your ears look like they’re burnin’ up.” Y/N laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind one of Clyde’s ears as he clenched his jaw in an attempt to quell his embarrassment. “Don’t worry honey, I won’t tease you anymore. Just lemme snap a picture, hold on.”

Clyde mustered up enough self control to respond, “Now, I never said I wanted ya ta stop teasin’. But go ahead, take yer picture, not like I could say no ta ya after all you’ve done anyway.” Y/N snapped a couple of photos, showing them to Clyde for approval. He honestly couldn’t care less, he didn’t think much of having his picture taken, but she seemed so pleased that he had to let her keep them.

Smiling down at him, Y/N thanked him and proceeded to grab another hot towel, “If you could close your eyes again Clyde, I’ll get this mud mask off of ya.”

Eager to feel her touch again, Clyde obliged. He relished in the feeling of the soft towel breaking away the clay and letting his skin breathe. He was drawn out of his thoughts when he heard the song change and the upbeat intro to ‘Take a Chance’ started playing. He felt the last of the clay being wiped away and was about to open his eyes when he felt something soft press against his cheek. He froze, not daring to breathe, “You said you’d warn me before ya did anythin’.” He opened his eyes, a smirk growing on his face. Y/N, trying to play it cool despite the blush covering her face, shrugged, “Felt inspired by the song, what can I say? Call it a kiss for good luck, you look like you could use a little.” She turned away, busying herself with the items on her station’s counter in an attempt to move on from the conversation. Clyde stood up, taking a small step so that he was right behind her. Placing an arm on either side of her so she was pinned to her spot, he cleared his throat. She turned to him, seemingly unaware of his movement, and was startled by his proximity. The blush that already stained her cheeks flared up yet again. Clyde smiled, “That’s real sweet an’ all but I’m not quite sure a kiss on the cheek will bring me enough luck.” He glanced down at his arm and then back up at her, “I’m an awful unlucky person.” Y/N fought a smile and tilted her head up towards his, “Well, how could I say no to you when you’re lookin’ at me like that.” She lifted her hands up to meet his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Clyde let go of the counter and brought his good hand up to cup her face, while he placed his other at the small of her back. He pulled her in closer to him and bit back a gasp when her body fell flush against his. She tangled her hands in his hair, tugging the headband off and throwing it to the side, not caring where it landed.

When the two finally broke apart for air, Y/N chuckled, “If that’s what I get after givin’ you a facial I can’t wait to see what you’re like after a home cooked meal and a nice massage.”

Clyde smiled, “Well, how ‘bout you come ‘round to mine tomorrow night. I’ll treat you to the home cooked meal and we can see about that massage. I’m sure you could guess I’ve never really had one of them either.”

Shaking her head, Y/N smiled softly back at him, “Well, we’re gonna have ta change that. You need some good ol’ fashioned pamperin’. And I’m more than willin’ to pamper ya, only thing I want in return is for you ta keep callin’ me those sweet little names in that voice of yours and keep kissin’ me like that.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer again, using his good hand to tilt her face back up to meet his, “Darlin’, I think that can be arranged.”

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multific · 2 years

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Love You More

Clyde Logan x Reader

Every day he arrived home to the smell of food. Every night he arrived home and you waited for him.

It was your routine.

You cooked, and waited. Sometimes he found you watching something on TV or reading, but you were always there, smiling when he stepped through the door.

Lately, he had been working a lot. Trying to save up as much as he could for a house. And you just sat there, always waiting for him, like the angel you were.

However, one night he arrived home and you were nowhere to be found, you weren't in the kitchen or on the couch.

Clyde felt his stomach drop as he rushed through the house, trying to find you.

It didn't take him long to find you in bed.

You looked like you barely made it under the covers. One of your hands on the pillow by your head, the other holding your baby bump.

Clyde's heart immediately melted. He knew you have been having many issues with your pregnancy, you became extremely picky with food, you feel tired all the time and the constant sickness. The other day his perfume made you sick.

Clyde wanted to help, but you assured him this was only temporary. Just like at the beginning of your pregnancy when you craved chocolate all the time, this will pass as well.

He moved the blanket over you, he kissed your forehead before he moved to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. When he checked the time, it was rather early, compared to other times when he arrived home.

10:14 pm

Clyde quickly sat down to finish his meal when he heard the floorboard creak.

"Honey?" your voice called out.

"Yes?" he replied, knowing you got scared someone might have broke in.

And surely enough, he soon watched you walk into the living room, sat down next to him on the couch but not before you gave him a small kiss.

"Sorry, I couldn't cook for you."

"It's okay, the leftovers are fine." he said as he took another bite of the stew you made yesterday.

"I felt very sick today, couldn't even go to the supermarket."

"Oh, you could have called me, I would have stopped on my way home."

"No, I wanted you home quickly." you placed your head on his shoulder, rubbing your stomach.

"I'll have a word with her later, she really shouldn't cause you this much trouble."

"Why are you so sure it's a girl?" you laughed slightly.

"I just have a hunch," he said as he finished his food and looked at you.

"Well, Mr Hunch, you better quickly shower and join me in bed, I need you to cuddle after all."

Clyde didn't need to be told twice.

He was quick to shower. He left his prosthetic in the bathroom, with you, he didn't need it, and with you he didn't have to hide.

You were already tucked under the warm blanket when he got out of the bathroom and headed for the bed.

It took him a couple steps to get to you, but soon, he was holding you tight.

And you both fell asleep.

Only, a couple hours later, Clyde woke up to you running out of bed and into the bathroom, he heard you vomit as he checked the time

1:23 am

He quickly followed you and helped you, rubbing your back as you flushed the toilet. He then watched you brush your teeth before he moved to the kitchen for some water.

You were laying in bed, tired when he joined you again, placing the water on your nightstand.

He laid down next to you but soon moved close to your belly, lifting your shirt, he started to rub your bump.

"Hi Baby, this is your Daddy. You have been causing a lot of trouble for your mommy, I need you to calm down a little so she can sleep." he felt you running your fingers through his hair as he spoke. "We both need mommy to be well-rested, okay?" he then placed a kiss on your skin before moving up and kissing you as well.

"I love you so much Clyde."

"I love you more."

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hopeamarsu · 2 years

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congratulations on your milestone!! i would like to request Clyde Logan with “Your eyes are beautiful” fluff or angst or a little in between. Whatever you feel fits the prompt.

Thank you so much! ❤️

I decided to combine angst and fluff and so this ended up as exes to lovers situation where it hurts in the start, but hopefully feels good at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Beautiful eyes

Clyde Logan x gn!reader

Word count 1,4k

Rating Teen

Warnings: Exes to lovers (or breakup to makeup), angst, fluff. Reader has a favorite drink.

Summary: He misses you, but most of all, he misses your beautiful eyes granting him calm. Using the prompt “Your eyes are beautiful”.

Your eyes are beautiful.

He just hates that now whenever he sees you, you hide them from him. Every time your eyes accidentally meet, you lower your gaze or look the other way and it breaks him.

And the worst part is that Clyde now sees you everywhere. In the market, leaving the local library building after your shift when he’s entering the place, every night in his dreams and now here, in his bar where your friends must’ve dragged you to. You haunt him, your beautiful eyes now sad and it’s all his fault.

Well, his and his brothers stupid cauliflower plan. The plan Jimmy promised him would do no harm. But it did the worst kind of harm because that single word, cauliflower, cost him you.

Ever since Clyde got out of Monroe Correctional Facility, he’s been living in a world where you no longer greet him with sleepy kisses when he crawls into your bed after a night shift, a world where he no longer can scent you on his pillow, a world where burnt bacon doesn’t taste the same since you no longer cook it for him. A world where he no longer can gaze into your beautiful eyes and tell you just how much it brings him calm to do so.

He knows now he should’ve let you in on the plan from the start. He trusts you with his life, even now, and he should’ve let you in. But hiding the truth, evading your attempts at visiting him at the prison, actively lying to you when you begged him to speak what was troubling him, those were the little moments that chipped away your trust in him.

Even if all those moments were done because he wanted to protect you from harm, Clyde can’t blame you for wanting space, for wanting to figure out where you stood with him and eventually choosing to part ways. It kills him, makes him wither away like a flower without a sun, but he’ll shoulder that pain because it’s what he deserves.

He’s always wanted what’s best for you and if being with him isn’t the best, then you have made the right call. Even if his heart lies shattered on the floor, crumbled into dust, Clyde wishes you will get everything you want in life. He’s had his moment with the sun, but being a creature not worthy of the rays long term, he will slink back into the shadows. It’s his place and he cannot ask for more than his place.

“Clyde?”

“Hmm?” He turns to his bartender, the one Mellie had hired during his absence and the one he’s kept on board afterwards since the guy is good. Really good. Maybe even better bartender than Clyde. He’s kind, friendly to the patrons and never loses his temper. He’s never late, doesn’t complain about anything and Clyde thinks Mellie struck gold with this one and he’s not about to mess that up.

“The group in the booth,” The man gestures at your table, keeping his voice low. “They wished for the…” He rattles off the name of the bottle, before he continues”…and, ummm, it’s on the list but I can’t find the bottle.” He grins sheepishly before shrugging.

“Before I tell ‘‘em the bad news, I wanted to check with you.”

The name makes Clyde swallow audibly. It’s your drink. The one you had when something went especially well and you wanted to celebrate or to complete hell, so you needed a pick-me-up.

He has one bottle of it and he keeps it in his office just for you. Even after your breakup, Clyde didn’t have the heart to move it in with the rest of the bottles, holding on to a silly reminder of you.

“Yeah,” He gruffs. “Ah ‘ave it. Is in mah office. I’ll serve it fer ‘em.” His colleague nods and disappears back into the comfort of the bar top, smiling at the next patron and Clyde lets out a long breath.

He can do this.

He can pick up the bottle from his office, walk over to you and your friends, check that the bottle is correct and pour the drinks. In and out, two minutes tops. He’ll be polite, bask in your warmth without it being creepy and if he’s lucky, that will sustain him for a good long while. It will be alright, Clyde tells himself as a weak prep talk.

It takes but a few moments to pick up said bottle and make his way across the bar. He’s a ball of nerves but he holds it in, keeping a tight lid on his emotions. There’s four people sitting in the booth with you and all the heads turn in his direction when he stops in front of the rounded table. Clyde picks up the bottle, holding the neck with his metallic hand - his new, improved hand - and places it on the table with a soft click.

“I’m sorry ta keep ya waitin’, it took meh a moment ta ge’ ‘his. How many glasses fer yeh?”

The one he thinks you call Cam winks at him, not so subtly before rising up from the booth. “I need a change in music.” The others follow, citing a need to go to the bathroom or going out for a smoke, whatever. They are clearly doing it to give Clyde a moment alone with you and by the way your beautiful eyes shine with a small flicker of hope, you are not opposed to talking with him.

“Hi.”

“Hi darlin’.” The nickname slips out automatically but before Clyde can retract it, you grip his flesh hand softly. You find his eyes and once more he’s swept into the endless depths he thought he’d never get the privilege to look upon again.

“Can we talk, Clyde?” You ask softly, still holding his hand and he nods just as softly. You gesture for him to sit next to you and he quickly does. He knows he’s no good with words, but for this, for a chance like this, he’ll try his hardest to say what he’s hoped to say for so long.

“Darlin’, I’m so…” Your finger on his lips stops him before he can even formulate his words and Clyde is sure his eyebrows reach his dark hairline. Your finger leaves his lips, the ghost of a touch making him shiver and the smile you grant him makes his ears burn with delight.

“I’m sorry Clyde.”

Wait, what? Clyde is sure his eyebrows have completely disappeared by now in surprise. He doesn’t understand, why are you apologizing to him? You did nothing wrong! Before he can voice his protests, you continue.

“I was mad and upset when you didn’t tell me what happened. And when you refused to see me when I tried visiting the facility, the hurt burrowed a large hole in my chest. Every day it grew larger and larger until I couldn’t take it anymore. That’s why I left.” You sigh, before shaking your head. “But I know you Clyde Logan, I know who you are in your heart. And I judged you before I even let you explain to me, which left us both hurting. I am so sorry I hurt you.”

”No need ta apologize, darlin’. There’s nothing ta forgive. I’m the one tha’ should be sorry. An’ I am darlin’, I’m so sorry I didn’t let ya in. I should’ve and I didn’t. Please, can ya forgive a bartender so in love with ya tha’ he saw no other way of protectin’ ya?”

He breathes the words out quickly, wanting you to understand he holds nothing against you. You are far too good to him and he’s the one who messed up. He messed up so bad. All he wants is to do it right this time.

“Oh Clyde…” You sigh, the abyss of your eyes changing and evolving. He’s transfixed. He’s always been transfixed by your eyes and how they are unable to hide anything you feel. It makes you a lousy poker player, but it’s the one thing he’s always loved about you the most.

“Can I kiss ya, darlin’?” Clyde's voice whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear. He leans a little closer, sharing space with you as the bar falls away “Ah, I’d like ta kiss ya, please.”

Your eyes flutter closed when his lips press on yours, a soft and gentle kiss that is unhurried, solid yet shy. But there is no rush, this kiss is perfect now, Clyde hums, letting his senses be filled with you. Your beautiful eyes might be hidden from him now but at this moment, he’s okay with that. The kiss is a promise that he can get lost in them again and again.

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badboyzbingobrunch · 1 year

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The Books Beside Clyde Logan’s Bed

Clyde Logan loves his books. That being said there is a small collection beside his bed of personal favourites as well as books he intends to read but hasn’t gotten around to.

“The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met. I went home and tried to stalk you on the internet. Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed.”

-Taylor Swift

First in the list is catch 22:

This book was recommended to Clyde by a friend from his military service. Though Clyde enjoys a good conspiracy and satirical piece, there are some parts of this book that are a little too intense for him. Because of this, the book sits lower in the stack with a bookmark hanging out of the side indicating that he hasn’t finished reading it yet.

Next on the list is My Dark Vanessa:

Clyde discovered this book when asking the woman in the bookstore, “ma’am, do you recommend anythin’ new?” Taking full advantage of the opportunity to educate a man on the difficult realities young girls and women face in society, she explained that this is a book for anyone who cares about the safety of young girls. Clyde, being his sweet self and the uncle of a young girl, couldn’t refuse. The amount of anger that this book brought him is palpable. The book sits towards the top of the stack because he recently finished it with red tabs on various pages indicating “red flags” that Clyde intends to look for so that he can protect Sadie and be aware if he has a daughter of his own.

Fahrenheit 451:

Clyde first learned about this book in his American literature class in school. Being a man who loves books, this small book easily became a favourite of his. It sits beside the stack due to its smaller size. Clyde doesn’t want it to get lost among the other books in his trailer so it will dutifully remain at his bedside.

The Key lime Crime:

This was a book of Mellie’s that casually caught Clyde’s eye when he was visiting her salon for a trim. It was casually sitting at her work station just beckoning for him to reach out and grab it. “Clyde honey, do you want to take a look at it?” His sister’s question caught him off guard. His cheeks tinted bright red as he examined the feminine cover. “What’s it about?”

Death By Pumpkin Spice:

After reading The Key Lime Crime, Clyde developed a proclivity for cozy mystery novels. He tries to interchange his cozy mystery books to match the seasons. He boldly reads the books within the comfort of his trailer, or by the lake when fishing with Jimmy. Jimmy once asked him if those kinds of books were for ladies, and Clyde simply looked up from the pages with his signature stoic expression. “Am I a lady?” Jimmy shrugged and shook his head. “Okay then, there’s yer answer.”

The Flags of our Fathers:

Due to his service in the military, Clyde wanted to read military themed books in hopes that it would help him better make sense of his own military experience. This was an effort that usually left him bored as he prefers more fast paced books to distract him from his busy life. He hasn’t read past the first page, but he intends to finish it one day. It currently sits just below Catch 22 at the bottom of the stack.

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thetorturerwrites · 2 years

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I’ve Got You: Ch 13

Summary: In the early afternoon, people began arriving. Clyde walked up behind you and sat his chin upon the top of your head, standing silently for a long, long moment. Because this was it. This was the spark that would light the fuse that would topple a giant.

A/N: Here we are again. Two posts in one week? Who am I?

As always, thank you for being here if you are. <3

Reminder: The Keep Reading link directs you to AO3. I only post a blurb of this fic here as a test to see which way I like better. So, when it directs you there, it isn’t broken.

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Clyde woke before dawn in a panic, dreamed he’d gone and fell asleep on the back of the Beast as the AFM inched their way out of the tree line. When you shifted in bed beside him, he thanked his lucky stars that he’d remembered to carry you in out of the night. But that one anxiety-riddled dream shifted his brain into high gear, and the only way to put out that fire was to start a better one.

Determined to not keep thinking about what he felt sure was an impending doom on the horizon, he smoothed a trail of whisper-soft kisses down the slope of your shoulder and the outside of your breast, both perfect spots for his tongue to steal a quick taste.

Too ready for your response, he deliberately allowed his kisses to fall harder, to suck a bit more of your supple flesh between his lips. Your chest rose and fell on a deep sigh, and he used the motion of it to steal a nip at your standing nipple, smiling to himself as your torso shuddered in response. Even asleep, your body was a delight to him, always so responsive. But when your fingers slid into his hair and along his scalp, the pleased upturn of his mouth turned downright wicked.

“Mornin’ Alpha,” he said, low and sultry, in that voice he’d learned you loved so much.

The bed shook slightly with your chuckle, drawing his eyes down to your breasts again.

“Mornin’ devil.”

The amusement in your voice was practically an invitation. Like a snake, he slithered an arm beneath you, turned your body towards his, and moved over you in one smooth motion. Trapping you against the bed with his weight, he slid his knee between yours and didn’t stop until his thigh met your bare sex. The gentle scrape of your heat made him groan louder than he intended. He had to turn his face into your rib cage to keep it contained.

“You better hush.” Your conspiratorial whisper had him nipping at your belly so you’d have to fight to be quiet, too. “She’s awake, and that woman can hear a pin drop two states over.”

The thought of Mamaw hearing him should have sent shivers down his spine, obliging him to behave. Instead, it kicked up the desire to see just how far he could go, how much torture you and he could withstand before losing all composure. Idly, he wondered if Mamaw ever blushed. Having decided, Clyde lifted onto one knee in order to settle fully between your supple thighs. With his amputated forearm pressed into your pillow, he crowded into your field of vision, wanting you to only think about him for however long he could keep you here.

“Sounds like a challenge to me, darlin’.” Morning breath be damned, he pressed his grin to yours and playfully nipped at your bottom lip. “Military taught me many, many things.” Scooting his knees apart spread your legs wide, but he didn’t look. Eyes level with yours, he issued his dare with a saucy wink. “Least of which was keeping my mouth shut.”

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whumpsday · 10 months

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Whumpmas in July #5

What character do you wish to see whumped more in canon/fan-made media?

this question seems more geared toward fandom whump, but i pretty much exclusively do OC whump, so i'm just gonna ignore the "canon/fan-made" bit.

so what kind of character do i want to see whumped more? WHUMPERS. whumper-turned-whumpee is one of my favorite tropes of all time, and i will never get tired of it, ever. whump the whumpers in canon, whump 'em in an AU, i want to see them vulnerable!!!

here are some whumpers who i would most love to see on the other side of the knife-or-what-have-you, whether in canon or in an AU, and i have imagined so in my little head:

Ciaran and Marcus from Cat and Mouse by @t0rture-me - i just think it would be fun if they got caught by hunters, especially Ciaran :) hehehe

Logan from Riot Kings by @befuddled-calico-whump - ever since Logan won this poll, i have been giddy with anticipation

Mason from Brody and Rudy & Clyde by @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi - you know this piece, the first chapter of the Rudy & Clyde side-stories? after more than two years, i will admit... i was this anon. this was when i was still a lurker, before i made my own whump blog. surprise! still love that one, GO CHARLIE

Nick from Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset by @not-a-space-alien - whumpee-turned-whumper characters are fascinating to me. Nick's past has been alluded to, but i would love to see him facing a vampire who's an actual threat. well- i mean, i guess i will in upcoming chapters :)

The Jeweler from The Jewelry Box by @whump-me-all-night-long - this was probably the first whumper i ever thought "huh, what would he be like as a whumpee?" about

Ve'Qren from Blood Sacrifices by @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night - bram you already know my obsession with this concept (sorry ve'qren it's because i love and and am fascinated by you)

Victor from the wonderful mind of @lost-in-labradorite-halls - the more powerful a whumper is, the more i wanna see 'em get whumped

Vince from Shattered by @oddsconvert - he has sooooo much pride i just wanna squeeze him

and not sure if this one counts because he already has a whole whumper-turned-whumpee AU for him, but:

Kasia from Tomas and Rowe by @whumpzone - the Pet Kasia AU will always have my heart

@whumpmasinjuly

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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AUG 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, misc./multi fandom 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Sept 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Marc Spector

Bruises by @stevenngrant

✨ Steven Grant

Before and After by @marvelousmermaid (gn!reader) (pre/post breakup, nightmares, sad ending)

P.S. I love you! by @nowritingonthewall (steven, marc, gn!reader)

Prompt – patching up a wound by @magpie-to-the-morning **

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Dave York

Still Worship, Desires and Complications by @ezrasbirdie (dave york x f!reader x marcus pike) (cw: mmf, daddy kink, injuries, adult content) **

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Daze by @iamskyereads (slice of life) (domestic ezra universe) (prof!f!reader) (cw: children) **

In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

Seven Tears (series) by @grogusmum (selkie!ezra) (f!reader) **

✨ Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels

Sweet Thing by @clydesducktape (gn!reader) (cw: food mention)

✨ Javi Gutierrez

Art Imitating Life by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

✨ Javier Peña

For You by @ezrasbirdie (f!reader) **

✨ Marcus Pike

Marcus Watching Antiques Roadshow Tipsy (imagine) by @youvebeenlivingfictional

Starting Over (series) by @wardenparker , & @absurdthirst (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy, divorce)

✨ Oberyn Martell

Oberyn and the Merling (series) by @grogusmum (merling!gn!reader) *

✨ Pero Tovar

I Won’t Give Up by @writeforfandoms (a/b/o au) (alpha!pero) (omega!f!reader) **

The Smell of Fresh Bread by @absurdthirst (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman)

None for You by @squidlywiddly87 (cw: age gap, dom/sub themes) (black!f!reader) **

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap, daddy kink) (f!reader) **

Slip Into Your Skin by @stargirlfics (black!f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Approach Shift (series) by @psithurista (f!reader) **

✨ Clyde Logan (Adam Driver, Logan Lucky)

Beautiful Eyes by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader) (cw: drink mention)

✨ Dragon Age

The Last Warlord: That Which is Valued Most (series) by BlueEyedBadger on ao3

✨ Flip Zimmerman (Adam Driver)

Can’t Wait to See You Glow by @hopeamarsu (f!reader)

Ember of a Dying Flame by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader) (cw: blood, injuries)

✨ Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Thots about Hopper by @letterfromvienna (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

A Fascination by @iamskyereads (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

First Watch by @the-blind-assassin-12 (cw: guns, violence, explosions, sex) *

Warmin’ Up by @pumpkin-stars (afab!reader) **

check out part one for more fic recs; star wars, rogue one, the mandalorian, & triple frontier

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daddykylokenobi · 1 year

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Clyde Logan X Y/N Chapter 3

Warnings- cussing, sexual themes, male self pleasure, brief ptsd mentions, brief abuse/trauma mentions.

Clyde was relishing in his morning coffee on his front porch, it was Saturday and the cool breeze felt like the most refreshing thing he could think of. He ran through the events of the night before, him and Y/n had such a great time up until everything happened but he was just glad he was able to be there and get her home safe. As much as he tried not to dwell on these thoughts his mind kept going back to how pretty she looked, her polka dotted sundress and perfect red lipstick, Clyde shook his head as he tried to switch his thinking to something else. He looked out at the quiet street, it was only 7:30am and most of the neighborhood was still asleep but Clyde loved the calmness of the early mornings, it made a great time for him to enjoy his coffee and catch up on some of his reading that he didn’t have time for during the weekdays.

He took a long sip of the bitter drink in his mug as he cracked open his latest read which was the Sherlock Holmes series, he loved all different genres of books but mystery detective style ones were definitely his guilty pleasure. He flipped to his saved spot and let himself relax down into his chair, he was reading for only a few minutes when the distant pattering of someone’s footsteps started his way down the street. He ignored it for a moment until it got closer, he shot his head up to see what it was when to his surprise he saw Y/n jogging down the sidewalk in front of his house. He almost thought he was imagining it being her until they reached the front of his yard, they glanced over and raised a hand to wave before stopping dead in their tracks.

Y/n leaned over slightly to catch her breath then reached up to pull out her headphone. “Clyde?” She asked pulling her sunglasses down to peer over them as she followed the sidewalk upto his porch.

“Mornin’” he said with a slight chuckle.

Y/n suddenly felt embarrassed. “I had no idea you lived here, I switch up where I run week to week and so I haven’t been over here yet.” She huffed while still catching her breath.

“I was gonna say I haven’t seen you pass here before.” Clyde followed his eyes over her figure, she was wearing tight leggings and a lightweight jacket. “You run a lot?” he asked bringing his eyes back up to meet hers.

“Yeah I usually try to every morning but I take days off here and there.” She shrugged.

“Ah.” He nodded.

Y/n looked down at his lap and noticed him holding a book. “Oh well hey I better let you get back.” She pointed to his book with a smile as she began to turn back towards the street.

Clyde suddenly shifted forward in his seat, “Do ya want some coffee?” He asked quickly while gesturing towards the front door. “I-I mean I’ve got more inside if ya’d like.” Clyde regretted coming across so impatient but he didn’t want her to leave, their night before was cut short so badly and he already was anxious to spend more time with her.

Y/n looked at him then back at the street for a moment while debating her options. “Well if you’re sure you wouldn’t mind?” She asked stepping up onto the porch.

“Course not.” He smiled before leading her inside.

After a few minutes Y/n was leaning her hips against his kitchen counter as she watched him, he grabbed a mug from his cabinet then walked over and slowly poured the steaming beverage into the mug. She tried not to stare but his early morning ensemble was igniting something in her core. He was wearing dark sweatpants and a white t-shirt that fit his chest Too Good, Y/n thought as she bit her bottom lip trying to distract herself from some.. unruly thoughts. He turned around towards her then walked forward to hand her the mug.

“Thank you..” Y/n muttered softly as she took the warm beverage in her hands, her fingers lightly brushed his as she pulled the cup away from him. She looked up at his eyes, they were a richly dark shade of brown just like his almost black hair. He still had the look of softness that mornings did to everyone and his hair was fluffy and curled in at the edges. Clyde was the type of man who looked messily handsome and Y/n was more and more realizing her attraction towards him.

“It’s my pleasure.” He gave her a cozy smile before reaching to the counter to retrieve his own coffee.

She hesitantly brought her lips to the brim of her cup then took a small drink. “Mm.” She hummed while savoring the well known flavor.

They both stood in comfortable silence for a moment while each of them exchanged short glances and continued to drink their coffee.

“Hey um, I just want to thank you again for last night, I really appreciate you being there for me like that.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Clyde shook his head. “I was just doing what any decent man would’ve.”

Y/n shifted in her stance before looking away to the living room on her left. “Guess I haven’t had any decent men yet.” She somberly chuckled.

Clyde felt that there was a story behind her comment and his curiosity about her was too much for him to mind his own business. “Y/n.. are you doing alright? I know last night was.. rough, but it seems to be bothering ya’ quite a bit.. I-I’m sorry if that’s inappropriate ta’ say I just wanna check on you.” Clyde’s words were broken up and hesitated.

“Oh um..” she stared down into her mug seemingly trying to decide where she wanted to take this question. “I’ve just had some not super great experiences with boyfriends in the past so.. I guess I’ve just gotten a little sensitive to that stuff.” She weakly shrugged her shoulders before looking back up to him.

Clyde got an idea of what she meant by this, he again felt the same tinge of anger inside him as he felt the night before as he imagined someone mistreating her.

“Well I’m sorry to hear that.” Clyde too looked down, slightly regretting his question.

“Oh it’s okay, it’s been quite awhile now since any of that so.” She looked back down at the floor suddenly feeling embarrassed. “But I think it’s a bit to early to unpack all of that.” She chuckled trying to lighten the awkward tension that had grown in the room.

“I agree.” Clyde smiled before taking another sip from his mug.

Y/n drug the tip of her sneaker in circles along the wood floors, staring down she knelt to deeper inspect the floor.

“Uh, everythin’ alright?” Clyde pushed his eyebrows together as he watched Y/n drag her hand along the floor.

“Yeah I’m just looking here,” she said bringing up her head to scan the floor in the rest of the kitchen. “I do hard wood floor waxing, I think I could really polish these up nicely if you’d like.” She explained while standing.

“Oh uh,” Clyde looked around at the floor with a confused expression.

“Your house is actually quite clean though, it’s nice to see that not All single men live like animals.” She joked then caught herself, “you are single right? You don’t have a secret wife you’re hiding from me?” Y/n raised one eyebrow and had a goofy smirk painted across her lips.

Clyde shook his head while letting out a sigh. “No hun’ I don’t think so.” He laughed.

Y/n felt that same heat in her core rise up her chest to her throat and cheeks, the little pet name “hun’” was ringing through her head as she tried to not overthink his use of it.

“But really if you’d like to take a go at the floors I’d be real appreciative, when would ya’ be available?” He inquired.

“U-uh,” Y/n cleared her throat trying to get her mind in a work environment, “I’m free on Wednesday afternoon if that would work with you? I can send you a text with all of the information and pricing.” She pointed to Clyde’s phone which was sitting on the counter beside his coffee pot.

“Sure.” He nodded as he grabbed his phone and brought up the contacts screen so Y/n could add her number. “Here ya’ are.” He handed her the phone.

She quickly added her number to his phone then returned it.

“Well good I’ll be really curious to see how they turn out.” Y/n’s excitement over something like polishing a wood floor was slightly humorous to Clyde, he had a tiny smirk on his face as he watched her bend down once again to inspect the floors. “Welp anyways,” she started as she bounced herself back upto her heels. “I should go finish up my run before I lose my motivation.” She giggled as she walked to the sink and sat her empty mug inside of it. “Thank you again for the coffee Clyde it was great.” She once again gave him a warm smile before heading towards the front door. “Have a good rest of your morning.”

“Yer’ welcome and you too.” He nodded a goodbye as she exited the front door then began to jog back down the street as before. Clyde let out a deep sigh as he watched her figure begin to disappear the further away she got. He felt a sense of yearning inside of him after she had left, in a few minutes he had finished his coffee and was standing under the hot streams of water in his shower.

His body was aching for the touch of another and all he could think about was how amazing Y/n would look in the shower with him, he knew he shouldn’t indulge these thoughts but the idea of her wet naked body pressed against his chest was drowning out any semblance of gentlemanly thinking. He tilted his head back into the streams of hot water as he slowly began to palm at himself, he gently stroked his hand up and down his thick shaft while letting little moans and whispered curses escape his lips.

When Wednesday arrived Clyde hadn’t heard from Y/n the last few days except a simple text regarding her cleaning. It was 2:56 in the afternoon and the bar was slow, the lunch crowd had already come and gone and the evening group wasn’t around yet.

Clyde was taking his time to do some extra organizing in the cabinets behind the bar, there had been a loud thundering heat storm that day which was pouring buckets of rain down throughout the whole county.

A crack of deafening thunder caused Clyde to jump, he looked over to one of the waitresses who had done the same.

“It’s gettin’ pretty nasty out there.” Her country twang was strong with each syllable.

“Mmmhm.” Clyde nodded. “Maybe we should close early for the day, we haven’t had many cu-“ just as Clyde was finishing his sentence the power in the bar flicked off.

Him and the waitress shared a knowing look and ultimately when the power was never turned back on Clyde decided to call it an early day with the worsening weather.

His drive home was short, the entire town seemed to be out of power and people were dragging out generators in the rain and wind to power their homes, he halfheartedly cursed himself for not having a generator at his house yet but then decided that having a quiet rest of the day to read and enjoy the storm didn’t sound too bad.

When Clyde pulled into his driveway he was surprised to see another car there, an older model black honda. He eyed the vehicle trying to remember if anyone in the family was borrowing one or had recently bought one but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He stepped out of the car then jogged inside trying to escape the harsh weather.

He hesitantly opened his front door and stepped inside, from around the corner he could hear Etta James’ “Stormy Weather” playing, he slipped off his wet boots then peered around to peek into the kitchen.

Y/n was standing at the kitchen sink wiping it down, her hips were lightly swaying from side to side as she danced to the music, she was wearing tight black shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt.

Clyde felt his temperature rising and it wasn’t just from the humid 90 degree day they were having.

“Y-Y/n?” He called out while clearing his throat.

She jumped as she quickly turned her head around. “Oh my gosh!” She leaned over and brought her left hand to her chest. “You scared the hell out of me I didn’t hear you come in.” She huffed with a smile then walked over to turn her music down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare ya’” Clyde smirked. “I thought you would’ve left when the power went out.” He gestured towards the lights.

“Oh well I was almost done when they went out, just had to finish up a few things so.” She shrugged. “What about you? Shouldn’t the bar have a backup generator or somethin?” She asked looking down to the watch on her left wrist.

“Yeah usually but the powers out in the whole dang town so we closed up early, it’s gettin’ pretty bad out there.” He looked outside at the rain which had grown heavier just in the last few minutes.

“I know, storms used to scare me like crazy as a kid but now I love em’, perfect nap weather.” She smiled turning around to finish what she was doing. “I should be done in just about 10 minutes then I’ll be out, what do ya’ think though?” She pointed at the hardwood floors which were freshly polished.

“Oh-“ Clyde took a step back to get a wider look at the kitchens floor. “Yeah that looks real good.” He nodded while peeking around at the rest of the house. “Did you clean other stuff?” He asked while noticing the tidied living room.

“Shhh” Y/n brought her finger to her smirking lips. “It’s a secret.” She whispered.

“Y/n.. Ya’ didn’t have to do any of that, just let me know what I owe you an-” Clyde was cut off.

“Nope first times free.” She waved her hand up.

“What?” Clyde pushed his brows together. “What do ya’ mean it’s free I’m not lettin’ ya’ do all this and not paying ya’”

“Sorrryyy” she sang as she set a couple of cleaning supply bottles and rags in a black bucket on the floor. “That’s just my policy.” She crossed her arms.

“Well that’s not how this is gonna work.” Clyde shook his head as he took a few steps forward.

“Clyde.” Y/n said seriously to grab his attention even though you couldn’t have paid him to look away from her. “I just wanted to do something nice for you okay? After last weekend I felt like I needed to repay you so just let me do this.” Y/n had looked down away from his stare.

“Repay me?” Clyde asked as he continued to close the gap between them. “What for not lettin’ a jerk put his hands all over you?” Clyde was now standing directly in front of Y/n with his head tilted down to look at her.

“Well-.. you just didn’t have to intervene like you did.” She brought her face up to match his, he felt so big standing so close to her, she usually would be scared to be in such a compromised position with a man who could so easily overtake her but with Clyde she didn’t feel that at all, she felt safe.

“Darlin’..” Clyde hesitantly brought his right hand up to cradle her cheek. “You don’t need to repay me for taking care of ya’.” He lightly brushed his thumb back and forth across her face, her cheeks were burning red and hot to the touch. Clyde felt a small sense of pride for obviously making her flustered.

“Clyde…” she breathed out while staring up into his dark mahogany eyes. She shifted herself up on her tiptoes then inched forward.

Clyde felt his heart begin to race as he watched her motion closer to his lips, he wrapped his right arm around her waist then pulled her close to his chest and hips.

Then slowly their lips pressed together, hers were warm and soft which sent a dizzying effect throughout his entire body. He had thought of her all week even to the point of fantasizing about her while pleasuring himself, he knew he shouldn’t but there was something so irresistible about her.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against his large chest, weak hazy moans fell from her mouth as he hungrily slipped his tongue past her lips, she tasted of coffee and he was savoring each second.

Clyde groaned as he pushed his body against hers which trapped her between him and the counter, he felt himself getting stiff from the excitement and he lavished in the pleasure of pressing his hips closely to hers.

Y/n then suddenly pulled away, they both were weakly panting against each others faces as their eyes stared into one another’s.

“Let’s.. slow down.” She smiled as she pressed her palms against him to lightly push him back.

“O-oh I’m sorry.” He took a step back while cursing his instinctual male nature, he felt his bulge pressing against his khakis and he knew it was obvious.

“No no it’s okay,” she reassured him as again she looked down. She didn’t want to tell him that she was scared, that she had been in this situation before and it didn’t end well.

Clyde felt his words get caught in his throat as he could sense rejection coming, he tried to mentally prepare himself for what would come next. “Just what..?” He asked plainly.

Y/n felt tears well in her eyes as fear overcame her, she knew that Clyde wasn’t like Him, she knew he was a good guy who really seemed to like her, she knew it was irrational to think that every guy was going to end up being the same as before, but even with all of those reassuring thoughts she still felt her body paralyzing beneath her.

Clyde saw the wetness pool in her eyes.

“Y/n did I do somethin’ wrong..?” He reached out to grab her arm but she pulled away.

“I’m sorry I-I, it’s not you I just need to go.” Y/n rushed around the kitchen gathering her things then she headed for the door.

Clyde watched as she went to leave, he didn’t know what to do or say, he was replaying what had just happened over and over trying to find out his fault.

Y/n stopped for a second to look at Clyde, tears were streaming down her cheeks and her chest was rising up and down quickly from her sporadic breathing. She broke eye contact with him then rushed out the door, Clyde stood speechless in his kitchen as he heard her car start then leave.

He had no idea what happened, did he do something wrong? Did he say something or move too fast? A million thoughts rolled through his head as he dejectedly went to sit in the living room trying to process what went wrong.

Clyde had spent hours lying on the couch, reading or just staring at the ceiling thinking, the storm was still raging on outside and the power was unfortunately still knocked out.

He had made some hot tea with his gas stove and was roaming around the living room lighting candles so that he could have enough light to continue reading his book since it was now 8:06 and dark out.

A sudden knock on the door made him jump, his face shot over to the front door where he could barely make out a figure standing. He quickly walked over and opened it, to his surprise it was Y/n.

“Hi.” She greeted with a tired tone. She had her arms wrapped around herself as the wind pushed and pulled her drenched hair all around.

Clyde was speechless for a moment, for one he was surprised that she had even shown up but he also didn’t understand why she was soaked.

“Why are ya’ all wet?” He asked as he peered his head out the door to look towards the driveway. “Did you walk?” His voice was raised and confused as he saw her car wasn’t there.

“Yeah a tree came down in front of my car so I couldn’t get out.” She looked down trying to hide her embarrassment. “But I wanted to come talk to you.”

Clyde couldn’t believe she walked all the way through town in a rainstorm just to talk to him, he suddenly felt guilty even though he hadn’t done anything.

“Well hurry get in here.” He waved her inside.

Her shoes squelched and squeaked with each step as she walked inside. She had on jeans and a sweatshirt that both were dripping onto the polished floors.

“Here lemme grab ya’ a towel.” Clyde began to turn around towards the bathroom but Y/n grabbed his arm.

“No just wait I won’t be long then I’ll leave.” She shook her head.

Clyde stared for a second before turning towards her. “Okay.”

“Listen I-..” Y/n shut her eyes tightly as if trying to figure out how to correctly articulate what she had to say. “I’m so sorry about earlier today, I don’t know what happened I-I mean I Do but it wasn’t your fault and the way I reacted must’ve looked so bad and then I just left and-“ she huffed out as she dropped her face into her hands before tilting her head up to look him in the eyes. “I just wanted to apologize, you’ve been so good to me and we haven’t even known eachother that long b-but I really like you and I don’t want to ruin whatever This is.”

Clyde looked at her with a soft expression, he was so tired of getting hurt and disappointed with the women in his life but he couldn’t help but feel something for Y/n, besides she walked in torrential rain Just to talk to him.

“Y/n you haven’t ruined anything,” he began. “But it would be helpful if you could kinda explain what happened earlier, if I was moving too fast for ya’ I understand but I need you to tell me so I don’t make you run off again.” Clyde explained.

“I know..” Y/n hung her head in shame as the sound of her clothes dripping onto the floor echoed off the walls of their silence.

“Why don’t I get you something to change into then we can talk?” Clyde suggested while pointing down the hallway to where his bedroom was.

“That.. that would be nice.” She softly nodded.

“Alright.” He nodded back before leading her to his bedroom, he start rummaging through his dresser drawers for something that would fit her much smaller frame.

“Whatever you have is fine..” she felt nervous being in his room, even though she had already been in there that morning there was something different about how it felt when he was there with her.

“Sorry this is all I can find, the shorts are from my sister who stays sometimes.” Clyde handed her a pair of Mellies blue shorts and one of his plain black t-shirts.

“Thank you.” Y/n took the clothes then went to the bathroom to change, she stripped off her wet pants, underwear, shirt, and sweatshirt, her underwear had gotten soaked but luckily her bra since it was underneath her shirt and sweatshirt was only damp in a few spots. She felt so small after slipping on Clyde’s shirt, it was hanging loosely under her waist and the short sleeves went all the way to her elbows.

After a moment of trying to wrangle her wet messy hair she finally went back out to find Clyde, he was sitting on the couch waiting for her, he watched her timidly enter the living room then sit on the other end of couch he was on.

Clyde cursed himself internally as he immediately thought of how cute she looked in his shirt, the shorts were resting tightly around her thighs which gave the illusion that she wasn’t wearing anything under the oversized tee.

“So, I suppose I need to explain earlier.” She sighed.

“Did I just move too fast?” He quickly asked.

“No it really wasn’t that you moved fast Clyde, I-… I have an ex boyfriend named Aaron, we were together for 2 years and it was.. it was just bad and it’s something that I’ve had to do a lot of healing from but time to time stuff kinda comes back, so this morning I ran into him at the store and he was trying to talk to me and he wanted to get coffee and all this stuff and it just brought back a lot of bad memories that I’ve tried to forget. So then when we…” she stopped while trying to find the right word. “When we had our Moment I just had a lot of those bad memories kind of resurface and I got scared, I know it’s stupid and irrational but I just had to leave and get out.” Y/n was anxiously fidgeting with her hands the whole time.

Clyde was worried and relieved at the same time, he was glad to hear that he didn’t do anything wrong but the thought of her having a shitty ex around made his blood boil And he who treated her badly? Yeah, not while he was around.

“He lives in town?”

“Yup… I almost didn’t move back because of him but I thought surely he wouldn’t try to do anything but lo and behold..” she shrugged.

Clyde shook his head, “When you say bad… What really do ya’ mean? If you’re okay telling me.” He reassured.

Y/n closed her eyes with her head tilted down, “He just, he would get really mad a-and when he did he would throw things and yell and just everything you could think of.. He um-… he also would try and do things a lot without me really wanting too so that’s why today I got so scared, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it earlier I just haven’t been with anyone since so I think I kinda panicked honestly. I’m so sorry Clyde, I hate to drag you into all of this I just needed to explain myself, I couldn’t stand the thought of you thinking that you did something wrong which is so far from the truth.”

Clyde couldn’t believe what he was hearing, someone who lives in town did that stuff to her? Treated her like that? Clyde was growing more furious by the second but when she started apologizing all of his anger disappeared.

“Y/n you ain’t got nothing to apologize for, I’m real sorry that that all happened with him, I couldn’t imagine someone treatin’ you that way..” Clyde reached his hand forward to gently brush his fingers across her knee, he felt extra cautious now with any touch and he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. “I’d never want to make you feel unsafe or scared, I just wanna be here for ya’ and protect you.”

Y/n fought back the urge to breakdown, “Thank you Clyde, that really does mean a lot to me.” She brought her hand forward to rest it overtop of his, they both looked up at eachother and smiled. “I’m sorry for coming so late, you’re probably tired.” She looked down to her watch which read 20 minutes past 10.

“Oh I’m alright, you should be the one tired after walking all the way here in that.” Clyde said gesturing outside at the roaring wind. “Besides I’m usually up late because of the bar so this is early for me.”

Y/n laughed. “That’s true.”

They each sat angled towards eachother listening to the rain pour against the roof and windows.

“Well hey uh, if ya’ wanna stay here t’night you’re more than welcome too, or I can take ya’ home if you’d rather that.” He wanted her to stay, he wanted to keep talking to her, he wanted to hold her close and make her feel safe.

“Oh umm..” Y/n looked around the room. “Are you sure it would be okay? I don’t want to drag you out in all this so late.” She stared at the door.

“Of course it’s not a problem at all.” He showed her to the spare room that was right across the hallway from his, the walls were white and it was furnished nicely.

“Ya’ know I was slightly surprised how neat you keep things, most men I clean for it’s a disaster by the next week when I show up again.” Y/n commented as she walked around to the bed then sat down.

“Well when I was in the service you kinda get used to it being that way, it’s trained into ya’ I guess.” He shrugged.

“You were in the service?” She raised her eyebrows as she looked over to Clyde.

“Mhm.” He plainly nodded.

“Oh wow I didn’t know that, I guess that would explain some things though.” She said as she walked over to the bed.

“Well my arm actually happened on my way home, it was a railway accident.” He mumbled while looking away from Y/n.

“Oh I didn’t mean that.” She shook her head while smiling. “I meant like your manners and that kinda stuff.” She chuckled.

“My manners?” Clyde had a confused expression as he looked back at her.

“Yeah.” She shook her head up and down, “you’re well mannered which is different from most guys, and the way you keep your house..” she said looking around. “You’re gentlemanly and that’s kinda hard to find nowadays.” She chuckled.

Clyde felt heat rise to his face as Y/n called him a gentleman, he smirked to himself as he thought of all the things he’d done just a few months ago which definitely wasn’t something a “gentleman” would’ve done. Nonetheless though the compliment flustered him and it was showing.

“O-oh well thank you, I appreciate that.”

Y/n smiled at his awkward thank you.

Clyde cleared his throat then quickly walked over to the door, “I’ll let ya get some sleep now, if you need anything just let me know I’ll be right across the hall.” He then shut the door behind him.

Y/n felt lonely after he left, she wiggled her way under the blankets and stared at the dark ceiling, in a few minutes she heard him close his bedroom door and a tinge of disappointment washed over her as the night had reached an end.

Y/n didn’t know how long she had been laying there, she pulled her arm out to check her wrist watch and sighed heavily when she read the digital “12:18AM”She had been in bed a little over 2 hours and it was starting to drive her crazy. The past half an hour she had been considering getting up and going to him but she fought herself every time. She didn’t want to admit to herself what she wanted but the growing heat and need between her legs was too intense to ignore anymore.

Cursing herself she flung the blankets off of her and sat up, she looked over at the door and a wave of anxiety rushed over her, she finally after a moment stood and walked to the door, it was pitch black except for the light from a few dim candles.

The door creaked quietly as she opened it, she looked up and down the hallway out into darkness then stepped out of her room, she tip toed to his door then stood in front of it staring down at the handle.

“What are you doing? Go back to bed before you do something dumb.” She told herself as she reached her hand down to the doorknob. A sudden loud crack of lightening paralyzed her, she stood for what felt like an eternity before she inched the door open. She peeked her head in the door then felt her entire body freeze.

Clyde was laying on his side asleep, the room was dark except for a few burning candles he had scattered around the room.

Y/n crept into the room and shut the door behind her, walking over to the side of the bed she continued telling herself to stop, to leave and go back to her bedroom, she shook her head trying to push away the thoughts and leaned forward to crawl into the bed.

Clyde was softly snoring, he looked so peaceful and cute she thought to herself as she inched onto the bed, after she had successfully snuggled in without waking him up she covered herself with the blanket and laid down facing him.

She studied his face in the dim light, the curves of his cheeks and nose, his pink lips that she craved so badly to kiss again. She reached out and gently cupped her hand to his left cheek.

Just then Clyde jerked awake and looked over at Y/n who was staring at him with wide eyes, he stared back for a moment then relaxed back into his pillow.

“Is everything okay?” He asked with a sleepy voice as he leaned up to look around the room.

“Clyde everything’s fine,” she grabbed onto his shoulder and pulled him back down. “I just.. I was lonely in there.” She whispered while tilting her head towards the door. “I hope it’s okay..”

Clyde was quiet for a moment as he tried to process what she had said, he was still partly asleep and was trying to get his thoughts together. “Oh- yeah yeah it’s fine.” He mumbled as he repositioned himself and pulled the blanket back upto his torso.

“Okay…” she let out a sigh of relief and tried to get comfortable herself.

“Are ya okay?” He asked while rubbing his eyes.

“Mhmm.” She nodded while watching him.

“Alright,” he scooted back a little then pulled the blanket up with his right arm creating an open space between them. “C’mere.” He said gesturing for her to join him.

Y/n beamed internally at this invitation, she smiled softly then snuggled over into his chest.

Clyde let out a satisfied sigh as he laid the blanket back over the two of them and wrapped his arm around her, he laid his hand against the back of her head and delicately stroked her hair. He then leaned his face down and kissed the top of her forehead.

Y/n could’ve cried, she felt so safe and loved in his arms, she had never had a man treat her so… tenderly. She wasn’t worried about the aching between her legs anymore, she felt so heavy and tired as Clyde pet at her hair and planted little kisses to her forehead, before long she was drifting asleep and he was too.

“Goodnight Clyde..” she sleepily mumbled against his chest as she nuzzled her face up into his neck and shoulder.

“G’night sweetheart.” He whispered back as he pulled her tighter against him.

Clyde hadn’t felt this relaxed in what seemed like forever, he wanted nothing more than to protect her and just show her how much he truly cared and in this moment he was able to do that. He melted into her embrace and quickly they both were asleep.

#clyde logan x you #clyde logan fanfic #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan #logan lucky #dkkclydeloganfic

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maybe-your-left · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a fluff Headcannon for Adam driver’s characters? To imagine what it would be like kissing their lover's forehead while they're asleep. 🙂

do you care what one’s? no? great let’s dive in ;)

Clyde Logan: we’ll, darlin’, big daddy gives you a kiss when you’re snuggled into his side in the late evening. asleep against his pec, he thinks you’re the most precious girl in the world.

Flip Zimmerman: he forgets most of the time, because he’s up so early for the force. he had a coffee mug in hand and hurriedly kisses your forehead before mumbling out he will be home soon.

Charlie Barber: tenderly. like you’re something so precious while you snore away under your eye shades and breath right nasal strip. you’re beautiful, and he can’t wait to get back home to you after his play tonight.

Kylo Ren (Canon): why would he do that? why would he wait for you to fall asleep to leave your quarter’s? he’s already fucked you-there’s no reason… we’ll now you’re crying and he can’t say it doesn’t break his heart. so he waits. soothing you and your ego while you sob into his side. ‘there’s no need for that.’ ‘i’ll be back tomorrow.’ ‘come now that’s enough.’ until finally… you fall asleep and he brushes off the tears from your skin and kisses you good night.

Ben Solo (Triplet AU): you’re so snuggled into the covers he can barely find your face to cup between his hands. holding you there for a few moments while he memorizes all the lines and dots on your skin. he kisses you with featherlight softness before tucking you back in.

Dr. Kylo Ren (surgeon AU): oh baby, he wakes up at 4 AM and you’re right there with him. sleepily brushing your hair and teeth next to him in the bathroom, he has to hold you up you’re so tired. but you’d do anything to spend time with him, he holds the back of your skull and peppers kisses while you grumble for him to fuck off.

Pale: doll’ you never fuckin’ sleep on the bed. he finds you snoozing on the couch, or the lounge, or against a barstool when he gets home from work. he lugs you in his arms and carrie’s you back. angrily tucking you in with a rough kiss to the forehead.

Paterson: he always makes time to say goodbye to you when he leaves so early for work. mumbling out how he loves you while you mumble back, he brushes your cheeks with his long fingers and takes in the sight of your sleepy form. pure poetry.

Adam Sackler: sloppy. wet. lots of unneeded tongue all over your forehead while you snooze away. he sticks a finger in your open mouth to see if you’ll suck on it. once or twice he’s popped the tip of his dick inside, just to see…

Jamie Massey: doesn’t. he pulls down the blanket you have to stare at your chest for a good five minutes. gives em a smack, and fucks off.

Maurizio Gucci: sweet dove, after lavishing you with a long day of luxury shopping and then devouring your lingeried form. he’s right there in bed with you, reading through a few pages of his book while you snore away. he places a kiss to your moisturized forehead like clockwork at 10:05PM.

Jacque Le Gris: sweetness-utter and true, he places a kiss upon your resting face every time he has to leave for the battlefield. kissing across your forehead and back across your furrowed brows just to see how they bristle in your slumber. until finally kissing upon your opened lips. until then, my sweet.

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any more? well we can fit them in next time…

thanks for asking bby 🥺🥰😘

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mrs-gucci · 8 months

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A fun sexy bonfire would be fun, maybe with some exhibitionism thrown in? With Flip or Clyde or anyone you think please! :D

thanks a bunch for requesting!! I ended up going with Clyde for this one and I really had fun with it.

enjoy <3

"Fireside"

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ao3feed-clydephelia · 8 months

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#clydephelia #clydephee #clydephelia fic #clydephee fic #Clyde Logan #Ophelia

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babbushka · 2 years

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hey baby, its not like a normal request cause i have nothing specific in my mind but nsfw with clyde PLEASE. you're my favorite writer i couldnt ask anyone else!!!

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in! I've been sorely missing some good old fashioned Clyde content on the blog, so I hope that you enjoy this little ficlet!

1.1k, NSFW (dirty talk, oral sex [f receiving], PIV)

When you blink your eyes open one beautiful autumnal mornin’ in your slice o’Heaven, West Virginia, it’s to an empty bed. Clyde’s side of the mattress was still warm, so you know your husband ain’t been gone for too long, but still, the chill of wakin’ up alone makes you want to grumble.

Havin’ a handsome man so big and wide as Clyde meant that you got to snuggle up against him before gettin’ up and ready for the day, and you’re fixin’ to grumble to him about takin’ that away from you.

That is, until, you smell somethin’ delicious waftin’ through the little home that you share, and your mouth starts to salivate. Any grouchiness that might’ve started has officially vanished, because really, how could you be mad at him when he’s makin’ that famous breakfast of his?

You know the smell of buckwheat pancakes anywhere, and you smile when you slip your robe on and make your way through to the kitchen, where you watch him move around the small space with bleary eyed, tired sluggishness.

“You’re up early baby.” Wrapping your arms around his middle, you press your cheek against his back, hugging him with adoring affection.

At once, he perks up, like the sight of you makes his tiredness go away, even though you know that ain’t the truth. Clyde looks over his shoulder at you, and with a smile, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Mornin’ darlin’,” He turns back to what he’s doin’, always a man of concentration, “Thought I’d surprise ya with a little somethin’ warm this morning.”

“Consider me pleasantly surprised.” You pat his stomach before pullin’ away and leanin’ against the kitchen counter as he expertly flips pancakes. “Can I help with anythin’?”

The sound of the coffee maker bubblin’ away tells you that he’s already gotten that covered too, and your heart beats in time with it, so grateful that you’ve got a husband that cares about you so much. You knew lots of folks weren’t so lucky to have a man half as wonderful as Clyde.

“Nope.” He shakes his head with a shy smile, pointin’ his spatula to the “You just sit your pretty ass right at that there table and look beautiful.”

With a smile, you do as he tells you, and it ain’t long before he’s stacking a high pile up on a plate and settin’ it down in front of you.

“Wait -- these all can’t be for me?” You raise your eyebrows at him in surprise, when you see that he doesn’t bring a plate over for himself. “What are you gonna have?”

“You.” When Clyde replies, it takes you a second to register what he said, and when you do, your fork stops halfway to your mouth.

“Oh?”

“I want ya real bad darlin’.” He licks his lips, and heat immediately spreads through you faster than any breakfast could.

In five minutes flat, he’s moved everything to the counter, pulled away your robe, and has you flat on your back on the kitchen table with your legs around his shoulders as his tongue is thrusting into your wet pussy.

“Oh fuck -- Clyde!” You moan loud loud loud, no one around for a mile to hear you shout his name, your toes curlin’ in that soft fabric of his pajama t-shirt, “Fuck that’s good!”

Clyde eats your cunt like he’s a starvin’ man and you’re the first meal in days. He’s messy, sloppy, all teeth and tongue and lips and his hand is grabbin’ at ya and it’s delicious, the sounds your pussy makes as he sucks down your slick make you drool. His nose is rubbin’ against your clit and he knows it, the swollen little thing achin’ for more pressure that he holds out on givin’ you, wantin’ to make it last.

“I’m gonna come soon Clyde!” You warn him, making him abruptly pull out and shuffle around a bit to get his cock lined up instead.

The sun come in blindin’ bright through the orange red yellow leaves, the song of the birds chirpin’ filters through the open windows, and in return you share with the mountains around you, the sound of your loud cries of pleasure and the rhythmic scraping of the wooden table legs against the floor.

“I’m gonna keep you just like this all day.” Clyde grunts as his cock slides between your slick folds with a harsh brutal thrusting pace, his teeth clenched, eyes shut tight as he moans and groans, “Legs spread like they ought to be.”

“Shit, faster Clyde, please!” You beg, your own eyes rolled back into your head, holdin’ onto the edge of the table for dear life, “What -- oh fuck -- what are you going to do to me?”

With his good hand, Clyde palms one of your breasts and pinches at the nipple, makin’ you whine loudly, makin’ your back arch off the table and press up against him as he rails your gspot. You’re gonna have marks on your body from this, and you don’t ever want him to stop.

“Pretty girl, gonna make you come on my cock ‘til tomorrow.” His chest is heavin’ as he fucks you hard, “Gonna fill you up ‘til you can’t walk.”

“Yes!” You scream, feelin’ that blazin’ heat travelin’ up your spine, makin’ your limbs shake, makin’ your body crave the release of orgasm, “Yes -- please, please!”

“And when you can’t take no more, and it’s spillin’ down your thighs, I’m gonna make you eat it, lick it off my fingers as I fuck it back into ya.” Clyde grunts in your ear, his body completely coverin’ yours, thrustin’ into your cunt until you’ve got thick tears of pleasure spillin’ over your cheeks, “Hold still baby doll, hold still, I’ll make ya see stars.”

Lettin’ go of your nipple, his hand drops to your clit as he rubs and rubs and rubs with hot hard friction, until your body snaps up and shudders with a rush of adrenaline from coming, all over his cock, just like he said.

Clyde follows shortly after, and you hum as you can feel the heat of it spreading through your body, unable to move as your own muscles are limp, a lazy grin on your lips as shapes swirl in front of your closed eyes.

“Damn.” You breathe, voice ragged, “All day, huh?”

“Yep.” Clyde chuckles, and you’re glad for whatever got your husband in the mood for a marathon of sex on this particular mornin’.

You’re more than happy to oblige, but the both of your stomachs growl loudly right then, causin’ you to both giggle in post-orgasmic bliss, and you let him cover your face with gentle kisses when you playfully suggest, “Maybe we should finish breakfast first.”

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Get the Girl

Clyde Logan x fem!Reader

Summary: With being the best friend of Mellie Logan for years, you got to know her two brothers quite good as well. You noticed whenever you were in the ‘Duck Tape’, that Clyde had cast an eye on you. And you? You liked him as well, but... Clyde was way too shy to ask you out and you were still a bit struggling to forget your ex. Can one of you two jump over your own shadow?

Warnings: Alcohol, fluff and probably some really bad attempts at writing the southern accent...

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: I am so sorry. It happened again. I watched ‘Logan Lucky’ and well... Clyde is just such a sweetheart, ugh... I dunno if anyone wants to read this, but here you go... ^^ Oh and for everyone who doesn’t know: ‘Bubba’ means brother. Again a thank you goes out to @youlightmeupfinn ! <3

The Duck Tape. A cozy, unremarkable - but quite big bar in Boone County, West Virginia. Unspectacular, but loved by the local people. The Duck Tape had a lot of regular guests. Jimmy Logan for example. He often found himself in this bar in the evenings. Not just because his younger brother owed the bar, no. Daily life often caused him to drink a much needed shot of alcohol - or simply his after-work beer. Just like tonight. The eldest of the Logan's slumped in the bar, straight towards the counter and took a seat on one of the barstools, sighing. He needed something strong after another fight he had with his ex-wife Bobbie Jo. To Jimmy's delight played the jukebox softly John Denver's 'Take Me Home, Country Roads' in the background. A great welcome, Jimmy thought. "Hey man," Jimmy greeted his brother, who was currently polishing one of the glasses, absently; gaze directed across the counter. He didn't answer his brother, was seemingly lost in thoughts. "Hey." He tried again. It was no use. Jimmy's eyes followed his brother's stare - and landed on a young woman with pitch Y/H/C hair and sparkling Y/E/C eyes. She wore a black and red plaid shirt, where the ends were tied together in a knot in front of her stomach, turning the shirt into some sort of tummy shirt. Underneath, she wore a white top, paired with some jeans shorts. Well, no one could blame her. It was in the middle of the summer and therefore quite warm outside. The woman was laughing and chatting along with another woman - who he identified as his sister, Mellie. They were good friends. It wasn't the first time Jimmy had seen this girl in here. In fact, Jimmy knew her well. After all, she was the best friend of his sister. Jimmy would label him and Y/N as close acquaintances - or probably even friends? She lived not far away, was a southern girl to the core and a very lively, happy and bright woman. Beautiful, no doubt. What also wasn't the first time, was that he had caught his dear baby brother staring at her. "Clyde." Jimmy called his name a tad louder, finally making the big man turn his head towards him, blinking. "When are you finally goin' to ask 'er out, huh?" Clyde blinked again and put the now thoroughly polished glass aside to grab a beer for his brother. "Who?" Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, man..." He knew that his brother hadn't quite the guts to talk to women. Clyde was shy in his nature and a very quiet fella on top. A thing you wouldn't think of upon seeing the big hunk of a man. Clyde was tall and broad with a very deep voice. To someone who didn't know him, could he be quite intimidating. But behind his appearance hid a shy, timid and very friendly guy. Jimmy guessed this was what people would call a gentle giant. "You can't fool me, lil' brother. I saw you lookin' at 'er. You doin' it all the damn time, when she's 'ere." Clyde put on his signature little pout, deep brown eyes meeting Jimmy's green ones. "I can't speak to 'er." Jimmy frowned at Clyde's words. "Why not? 'S not that you didn't talk to 'er before. You know Y/N, after all." The black-haired man sighed. "I know, but..." "But what?" Cut Jimmy him off. "It's obvious that you're into 'er. You like that girl." Clyde shrugged his shoulders. "'Cause I am me." "What's that supposed to mean, eh?" The brown-haired man took sip of his beer, looking critically at his counterpart. A sigh left Clyde's lips. "Think 'bout it, Jimmy. Would a woman like Y/N really want a guy like me?" Now was Jimmy the one who shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? You're a great fella." "With a prosthetic arm." "So?" Clyde huffed, turned away from his brother and went to ask the two men who just entered the bar what they wanted to drink. Jimmy watched him work, followed his every move. This discussion wasn't over yet. He was sick and tired of Clyde dancing around Y/N. "What if she likes you, too?" His little brother looked up at him, while pouring the men two glasses of Whiskey. "I doubt that." Jimmy's gaze drifted shortly to his sister and Y/N, noticing how the Y/H/C haired woman looked at his younger brother. "Well, she's lookin' at you now." Jimmy saw Clyde swallowing. "She looked at you, too. Nothin' extraordinary." Jimmy rolled his eyes, was on the verge of despair. "Clyde!" Mellie's voice cut through the brothers conversation. Clyde turned his head towards his little sister. "Could you make us another Martini?" "Of course." He put the two glasses with Whiskey in front of the two men and went to pour two Martinis. Once finished, he brought them over to the two women. "There you go." "Thanks, bubba." Mellie winked. "Thank you, Clyde." Y/N said, offering the timid barkeeper a smile, which he returned shyly. Jimmy couldn't believe his eyes. "You can serve cocktails to 'er but not ask 'er out on a date?" Clyde shrugged his shoulders once again, nodding. "Yes." "Ugh." Jimmy rolled again his eyes, grabbed the half empty bottle of beer and sauntered over to Sam and Fish, who stood at the billiard table, playing. Unbeknownst to Clyde, shot Jimmy his sister an annoyed and slightly desperate look. Mellie knew. Was, of course, not blind as well. After all, acted her big brother not quite inconspicuous when it came to stare at Mellie's best friend. And Y/N? Well... "He's starin' again." Mellie whispered towards her friend, bumping her shoulder softly against hers. "I know..." Y/N whispered back, feeling how her cheeks reddened slightly. Mellie giggled and downed the rest of her Martini. "I think you stole my big brother's heart, girl." "Seems so, yeah." Mellie threw Y/N a smug smile. "'N what 'bout you?" Clyde Logan... Y/N had always liked him. She thought he was a very friendly and nice guy and adored his utter shyness. Unlike other girls, she accepted his quiet nature and his introverted self. She always had some kind of soft spot for the youngest of the Logan boys, but she didn't know if she would call it 'having feelings'. In the end, Y/N couldn't deny that she found him quite attractive. Not just his unique personality. Also his looks. Tall, broad, black long hair and deep brown eyes. She didn't care that he wasn't as clattered with muscles and rather a bit chubby. Quite the opposite... She loved it. Clyde Logan was a big, handsome teddy bear. And his prosthetic arm? Made him even more unique to her. Y/N let out a breath, sighing. "I dunno, really. It's just... Dean 'n I-" "Quit thinkin' 'bout this idiot already!" Mellie interrupted her friend immediately. "Dean made it very clear, that he wants nothin' anymore from you, didn't he?" The Y/H/C haired woman grimaced. "Sorta..." Mellie huffed out a breath. "Alright, alright... We approach this the other way 'round..." Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at her best friend in slight confusion. "Switch off the Dean section in your brain. He doesn't exist in your life anymore. Can you do that?" "Uhm... O-kay, yes?" "Now look over to Clyde." "Why?" "Jus' do it!" Y/N took a breath and did what Mellie said, looked over to Clyde. Just in that very moment, just like fate wanted it, started the jukebox to play 'With Or Without You' by U2. Y/N's eyes met Clyde's and suddenly she felt like she was falling. But it wasn't the bad kind of falling, no... It was okay for her to fall, knowing that the man standing a few feet away from her would catch her, before she could hit the ground. Y/N felt how her heartbeat sped up, banging quickly against her ribcage. The sudden fluttery feeling inside her belly overwhelmed her completely and as soon as Clyde threw her that innocent, cute smile - completely unaware of what he had just unleashed inside her, she couldn't take it anymore and looked away. Mellie smirked at her reaction. "What you thinkin' 'bout him now?" "I-I, uh..." Y/N felt how her cheeks turned red. "Ha! Your blushin'! I knew it!" "I always liked Clyde. Since we two became friends... Jus' not in that way..." Y/N stammered, kneaded her fingers nervously. "But now..." "Now you do?" "Kinda? Maybe?" Mellie looked at the Y/H/C woman quizzically. "Well... There's... somethin'." The youngest Logan squealed excitedly and smiled broadly. "Mellie!" She just giggled. "Girl, you've got to ask him out for a date!" Y/N's eyes widened. "B-But Dean-" "For god's sake... Forget 'bout this twat! Your dream man's standin' right over there!" Mellie nodded towards her brother, grinning. "Clyde's jus' way too shy to ask you first, so you need to make the first step." Y/N grimaced and twisted the glass Martini in her hand. "You think?" Mellie nodded. "I know it." The Y/H/C haired woman sighed and bit her lip, thinking. Was she really ready to move on from her ex? After all, Dean was the one to break up and she had always liked Clyde... Maybe her best friend was right... So, what did she has to lose? Why not give it a shot and see what comes out of it? "Aight... Imma go, ask him now." Mellie's eyes widened. She clearly didn't expect this. She thought she would need to work harder for Y/N to agree to go on a date with her brother. "Really? Like... Right now?" Y/N nodded, downed the rest of her cocktail and stood up. She walked along the big counter, towards the middle, where Clyde was, currently pouring what looked like Brandy inside a glass. "Hey, Clyde." At the sound of Y/N, calling his name, Clyde lifted his head to look at her. Y/N didn't waste any time, didn't even let Clyde answer. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" "O-On a d-date?" The man asked, shocked and in disbelief; almost spilling some of the alcoholic liquid. "W-With y-you?" He is really cute when he's all shy and nervous, Y/N thought. She nodded, smiling. "A-Are you sure 'bout that? Me?" "You're the only guy, I'd ever go on a date with, Clyde." Alright, and Dean. But apparently, Dean was history, so... Y/N noticed how the big man behind the counter swallowed visibly, blinking. Clyde lifted his gaze and saw how Jimmy stood in the background, nodding wildly, mouthing something along 'Yes! Say yes!' and 'Go, get her, tiger!', all the while giving his brother two thumbs up. Clyde blinked once more, before he started to nod. "O-Okay..." He immediately shook his head. "I-I mean, of course! Yes! I'd love to go on a date with ya!" Y/N's lips twitched into a smile. How could a man be so soft and sweet? "See you tomorrow then? Meet me here at 8?" "Y-Yes, perfect." Y/N flashed Clyde an even wider smile. "Great." Then she walked over to her barstool again and sat down beside Mellie, who squealed excitedly again. Jimmy also made his way over to his younger brother. He leaned over the counter and clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. "And you say she isn't interested in you... Congrats, lil' brother. You've got a date now." Clyde looked at his brother, with an expression on his face, which literally screamed: Help me! How am I goin' to do that?!

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Hi M! Congrats on the milestone! 🥳 Could I request the following for either Kylo or Clyde?

“Stay away from me?”

and/or

“I trusted you!” / “You were a fool to trust someone like me.”

Maybe some angst or whump? Feel free to use whatever inspires you! 💕

Hi Meg! 💕

Thank you so much!

So... I began thinking which one I wanted to write for and which prompt to use when a devil on my shoulder asked me a simple question. Why not both of them? Why not all of it? So that's what I did.

This is either going to work or fail specularly. Let's see how it goes.

My eternal thank you to Thia, @clydesducktape who really helped me with this, being my sounding board and the bestest beta reader. Thank you 💕

Seeing double

Kylo Ren x reader, Clyde Logan x reader

Rating Mature

Word count 1,9k

Warnings: Angst, whump, attempted murder, implied manslaughter, kidnapping, blood, wounds, time travel (or is it?), hurt/comfort, alternate universes

Summary: Kylo Ren has been betrayed. Clyde Logan finds someone who is hurt.

Your mouth tasted like ash. Ash and desperation.

Gone was the sweet aftertaste of the kiss Kylo had given you when he left your quarters early in the morning. Gone was the tasty bitterness of the kaf you had sipped on your way to your workstation. Gone was the stale air that had been sucked out of your lungs when the stormtroopers barged into your station and hauled you away.

They’d taken you so efficiently, mostly because you had been so shocked over their audacity. But once your flight or fight -instinct had kicked in, you hadn’t gone down easy. Kicking, screaming, punching, grabbing one blaster out of one of the troopers, you met them head-on.

Now many of your captors lay strewn across the floor as you panted, the crimson liquid dripping down your curled fingers. Your knees wobbled and you knew it was only a matter of minutes until you’d collapse. Something made your neck prickle, almost like a premonition, and with the strength you didn’t know you had, you turned on your heels to face the door that whooshed open.

In stepped a creature made of the horrors that only lived deep inside the world of nightmares and trials of fire licked your skin. He was dressed head to toe in black, not an inch of that creamy, pale skin you loved to trace with your fingers visible. His helmet gleamed in the iridescent light and he surveyed the scene in front of him. It was yet another moment that made you hate that helmet with burning passion since it hid Kylo’s eyes from you.

What was going through his mind when he witnessed the carnage you’d created? Did he have the answers you were desperately trying to find from your own mind as to why this happened?

You knew he kept it on for a reason since those eyes could never lie to you. Now more than ever though you wished to see them, wished to gaze into their burning darkness and see that your lover, your man was still there and not replaced by this nightmare of a puppet Snoke commanded. But even without the full knowledge, you knew that hope was futile. Because as much as Kylo might be yours temporarily, he was Snoke’s first.

There was a sick mix of prideful and condescending tone in his modulated voice when he finally filled the silence in the air between you. “I see our training paid off. But I am afraid I did not train you to defeat my soldiers. If I recall correctly, you were once my most prized soldier and I trained you to fight for me, not against me. But I guess it was a ruse from the start, now was it?”

Drip, drip, drip went the crimson line as you folded your free hand to a fist. You would not attack first and he knew it. The unsteady lightsaber held in his seemingly loose hand made sure of that. It wasn’t on yet, no red crackles bursting out of it, nor the steady whir that accompanied them bounced in the air. No, it was eerily quiet and you eyed it with trepidation.

“What do you want Kylo?”

“I want to know the truth.”

“What truth? I’ve always been truthful to you! I trusted you, so I had no reason to lie about anything!” You cried out quickly, almost able to hide the wince of pain that moving your bruised ribs gave you.

You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing you were in emotional pain. You knew he could see the physical aftermath even if your dark uniform hid most of it, but the way your heart beat against your chest in agony, screaming against the shards pushing through, that he wouldn’t get to see.

He would not get to hear you say that you loved him, that you adored him, and that you never doubted him. Not even when Kylo doubted himself the most. No, you would not give him that. Not after he’d ordered the attack on you. Because it was clear now that he had ordered this bloody mess.

To hear he believed you had lied to him cut you so deep you were certain the blood on the metaphorical ground would fill oceans. It didn’t though, because while your heart bled and wept, you didn’t let it show. Your hand, the one not bleeding, still held on to the blaster you’d stolen. It did not shake, it did not tremble. Your chin lifted defiantly, but he beat you to it, speaking again.

“You were a fool to trust someone like me wouldn’t see it. Fool to think you could outsmart me and I wouldn’t find out.” Your brows knitted together, pulling on the forming bruise on your temple. Kylo wasn’t finished yet though, his large boots clanking on the metal ground when he moved near. Acid pooled in your belly, a nervous sweat beading in the hairline. He scoffed.

“The only reason why I’m giving you the courtesy of this moment is because of my previous respect for your character. I am giving you this moment to tell me why you did it, why you fed information to the Resistance and if I am satisfied with your answer, you will face a quick death. It will not be painless, but it will be quick.”

The Resistance? He thought you were with the Resistance? Your shock must’ve been evident in your face because the cold laughter boomed from his modulator.

“Don’t hide it. I know. Now, TELL ME!” The metallic floor was illuminated with red. Kylo had activated his lightsaber, the crossguard shape crackling violently. He took his stance, legs wide and saber outstretched and you knew that inside his helmet, his onyx eyes blazed with fury.

“I am NOT…” it was all you managed to voice out when he attacked, charging at you with speed you’d only witnessed in the battlefield. You braced yourself to defend, hand pulling up the blaster but suddenly it wasn’t red that covered your entire vision, but blinding white that struck like hyperspeed. You found yourself spinning wildly, your ribs protesting loudly and a voiceless scream ripped out of your throat.

Then everything went black.

Once you came to, it was to the sight of wooden panels from all angles. Something soft was under your back and… was your hand and arm bandaged? As quickly as you could, you sat up, fighting dizziness and nausea the entire time. When your eyes and brain settled, you took stock of what place this was.

It looked like an office, but nothing like the First Order offices you’d grown accustomed to. No, this was warm. It was the only way to describe it. Warm wood panels, warm tones in the upholstery and a large desk that dominated the space. On the desk looked to be an older model mainframe unit. It was in working condition, but definitely not belonging to a high ranking officer since the unit was old and you couldn’t spot a holopad anywhere.

Did Resistance find you and bring you to their hideout? But you were First Order, why hadn’t they just killed you? Your mind whirring with questions, you began to push yourself to stand. You’d nearly managed it, wobbly knees and aching ribs included, when a door to the office opened and a large man stepped inside.

He turned to look at you, a neutral expression on his face, but you felt like a thousand pinpricks had entered your body. You swayed on your feet, gasping for air.

It was the same dark mane, the one you loved to care your fingers through. It were the same lips that you loved to kiss, the same regal nose that used to brush against yours and even the same freckles - a constellation you knew by heart - mocked you on his face.

The more you looked at him, the more unsettling the image painted in front of you was. It was the same trim waistline, same long legs encased in weird fabric, the same large shoulders, the same everything.

This was the man you thought had loved you back, the man that attacked you and tried to kill you. The only difference to before was the naked emotion in his eyes. You had never seen Kylo look at you with compassion.

“Ky-Kylo?” You whispered, your throat suddenly parched. Where was his uniform, his weapon? What was this, a cruel trick to placate you until he cut you down? What was going on?

“Terribly sorry, darlin’, but I don’t understand ya. Wha’ is a Kylo?”

His words were calm and collected. He spoke basic but the accent was unlike you had ever heard in all your travels to distant planets. And his voice was too soft to belong to the man half the galaxy feared. It was the right sound but also so wrong, because he sounded… honest. Kind. Good.

You were disoriented and it felt unsettling. There were too many questions, too many variables here. Was he saying he wasn’t Kylo Ren? Had the Resistance figured out how to clone people outside of the Kamino facilities? Clearing your throat, you croaked out the next words. “Kylo Ren. Jedikiller.”

Your lover.

“Never heard of ‘im. But if he did tha’ ta ya, I’d say ‘e better stay away from Ducktape.”

Seeing your head cock to the side with confusion for his words, the man stepped forward, nodding towards your injuries. You flinched back, still uncertain if this was a ruse or not. His brown amber eyes - a shade lighter than Kylo’s, you noted - seemed saddened by your actions.

“Just wan’ ta take a look at the bandage. Ah mean no harm, promise.”

“St-stay away from me?” Your whispered protest came out weak and more a question than a statement. The man sagged a little, shoulders tight and he nodded. He held out his hands in a placating manner and your eyes honed on the artificial one now on full display.

Not even caring that it had escaped you when he first entered, you took stock but dismissed it quickly since it didn’t seem that complicated of a hand. It was most likely not one to be used as a weapon, more as an aid. “Who, who are you? Where am I?

“Ma name is Clyde Logan. You are at mah bar, the Ducktape.”

“No. What planet am I on now?”

“Planet, darlin’?”

“Yes. What. Planet. Is. This.” You could feel anger shifting in your veins at his hedging. Your arm throbbed and ribs ached but you needed to know it now so you could figure out the next move. Figure out how much time you had before they came looking. Before the First Order came to finish the job they’d started.

“Earth.” Clyde looked at you quizzically, not seeming to understand the importance of this.

Earth? Where was that? You blanched, not having heard of a planet named that. You shifted through your mind, panic growing and swirling like a sandstorm on Tatooine desert.

Where in the Force were you?

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