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kylosjuul · 7 months
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Kylo Ren NSFW Alphabet (reupload)
a/n: i posted this last year and here it is again! if ur expecting kylo to be a dom don’t read this. Also, this is AFAB!reader.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Kylo has never had anybody to cherish like this, to hold. So you best believe after sex, he’s planting soft kisses across your face and lips trying to show how lucky he feels to have you; that you gave this gift of intimacy to him. It’s all soft touches and cuddles (fight me on this). He looks at you with a sense of longing, to have this feeling forever. He’ll hold your hand over his heart while you fall asleep on his chest, for it only beats for you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Everything about your body has Kylo red in the face, but he finds his eyes trailing to your thighs and your ass often. Your uniform clings to them tightly, and he feels guilty about how quick his blood pools to his thighs, constantly readjusting his leather pants when you bend down or “accidentally” brush against him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Okay, listen. Kylo has never had any sexual experience so you BEST believe he cums a lot. And hard. Borderline hyperspermia. He’s just so sensitive and you just feel too good wrapped around him. Expect rope after rope of thick cum coating your walls, spilling out of you and down your thighs :D
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
You make him hard. A lot. He feels so perverted, especially in the beginnings of your relationship. The soft floral notes of your perfume made his pants constrict, the sweet smell making him dizzy. Every kiss, every brush of your fingers=boner. He was embarrassed. The worst part is the wet dreams. Oh. The dreams. Kylo’s mind would drift to images of you kissing him, sitting on top of him, the warmth between your legs remedying the pressure building in his hips; but he would wake up every time, hard as a rock, spilling into his sleep pants panting your name. Yeah.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Absolute virg. Never even kissed a girl before. The first time you climbed on top of him and started trailing kisses down his neck, he was 100% whipped, almost finishing in his uniform as you rocked against his length. He knew he couldn’t give this up, couldn’t give YOU up.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
A bit simple, but this man lovesss missionary. He gets off when your face twists up in pleasure, knowing he’s the one providing it to you. Plus, he can hear each moan, each sharp intake of breath; Between your face drenched in lust, your sweet sounds, and your tits bouncing with each thrust, this position makes him cum the hardest. (Besides you on top. He’ll dig his fingers into your hips watching himself disappear inside you over and over. yum).
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I’d say Kylo is serious during the deed. He just loves you so much and wants to worship you with every bit of intimacy he has in him. Large calloused palms smoothing back your hair, plush lips sucking on your collarbone, all of it.
“You’re so beautiful. My sweet girl…”
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He isn’t the hairiest man in the galaxy, but he does have a bit of hair down south. Nothing too extreme though. Kylo is very hygienic and well groomed, nothing to worry about here!
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
THE MOST INTIMATE. You can see in his eyes how he feels he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve your soft body beneath him. He treats you as if you’ll break, as if you’re the most precious being in the universe. Constantly asking if you’re okay, or, “Does this feel good?” He loves to serve you. To pleasure you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
As aforementioned, Kylo can’t help how hard he is around you 24/7. If he knows he’s going to see you, he’ll tuck himself away into his refresher and think of your figure, your eyes looking up at him, (that REALLY makes him cum fast) and stroke his cock with a punishing pace, imagining you slamming down on his hips. He feels a tinge of shame as he grits his teeth and releases his load onto the refresher door.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise. He feels his thighs go weak when you drag your fingers through his hair and call him a “good boy.” He’ll look up at you through heavy lids, a silent plea for more soft touches and appraisals. Also, eye contact. If you ever want anything from him, just look up at his through your eyelashes and he’ll blush like a madman, giving you whatever it is you crave.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He’s a very private person and extremely jealous, so he prefers to fuck you in your shared quarters. Nowhere else. Okay, maybe in his TIE, but that’s only when you beg him so sweetly; and who is he not to give his girl whatever she wants?
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Yes. Just yes. A kiss that lingers a second too long, his name on your lips (in any context), your soft hand following the curve of his jaw. He’s a goner. If you want to torture the man, wear a low cut top around him, he’ll be desperately grabbing at your hips in no time.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything involving someone else. He’s a jealous, jealous man. All these fics about him sharing you with the KOR….girl. A big no no is anything related to degradation. Attention all Kylo writers! He would never even DREAM of calling you names or hurting you in any way. You’re his precious girl and he just loves you so so much:(
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Virgin, remember? The first time you sucked his cock, he’s was a panting mess, brows furrowed, low moans punched from his chest, finishing in your mouth in under a minute. After a few times together, you guided him on how to eat pussy, and he definitely prefers watching your hips rock up into his face, coming undone from his warm tongue. (Kylo will never admit this, but while he was eating you out he rocked against the mattress like a rabid dog, cumming all over his stomach, a pool of his spend spreading over the sheets. Yeah, he prefers giving).
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends on how much time you’ve spent apart. If he hasn’t seen you for a week, (missions, supreme leader shit) he’ll fuck into you with a strong and punishing pace, still careful not to hurt you, though. If it’s a normal day, he’ll slowly rock into you, dragging his cock along your walls in a sensual way, but you usually beg him to speed up, pushing you further and further up the mattress.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Kylo is a simp. He will take whatever you so kindly gift him with. You get to fuck your man whenever you so please. He gives it to you no matter the time. Day or night. He’s just so excited there’s a GIRL who wants him, his cock, this badly.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Nah. Not really. He’d rather savor the sex, instead of constantly looking over his shoulder. But if you drag him into a storage closet aboard and start massaging him through his leather, who is he to say no?
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Hate to burst any bubbles here, but he’s completely inexperienced, so don’t expect him to last very long, at least not at first. He physically has to tense his muscles, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying so hard NOT to blow his load the second your tight wet heat engulfs his cock. His skin is flaming hot, but he’s shivering above you, groans emanating from his slacked jaw, trying to fight the way his balls draw up, the way his stomach muscles tighten already.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Are sex toys canon in Star Wars? Someone please lmk. But my answer is going to be no for now!
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Kylo doesn’t have to tease you, like, at all. You just want him so bad all the time and he still doesn’t understand why. However. You’re quite the tease, and this poor virgin can’t take it. Seriously, if you want to see the mighty Kylo Ren crumble, all you need to do is press a chaste kiss to his lips, put a hand on his thigh, look at him, or just breathe basically, and he’ll be hard and wanting in seconds. I love our space boyfriend.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Ben Swolo can make some NOISE lemme tell ya. It’s all low groans and grunts, so caught up in the heat of your body and how fucking tight you are around him. No matter how hard he tries to contain the noises that slip from his throat, he can’t help it. He’ll confidently moan and moan in your ear, minted breath hitting your cheek, letting you know his pleasure is solely from you, and you alone.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Kylo is what we call a service top. He would do anything to put your pleasure first, his own pleasure depends on that. He had never cum harder than that first time you clamped around his cock, finally feeling your orgasm around him. Lights flickered and whirred; it was…intense.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Hung like a moose omg who said that? Anyways. My guess is 7-8 inches. Good luck girl.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Siri play ‘Everyday’ by Ariana Grande please. Seriously. He feels fucking insane with how bad he wants to be buried in you at all times. Whether he’s tired, beaten or bruised, you could catch a dick anytime.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Kylo will eventually fall asleep cuddled up next to you, but not until he allots himself a few minutes to admire your beauty, running his thick fingers through your hair, kissing your temple until he sees you eyes flutter shut. Awe. Whatta softie.
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brewsterispunkk · 3 months
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diamonds and stones, part one
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pairing: clyde logan x f!reader (no use of y/n)
WC: 9k(!!)
summary: reader returns home & encounters some ghosts from her past.
warnings: 18+! language, mentions of war, amputation.
a/n: it's here!! i hope y'all enjoy this long ass chapter (this is so long its embarrassing LOL). there's some time skipping/flashbacks here so i hope it's not too hard to follow! as always, any feedback is appreciated :)
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ONE
The phone had barely rung two times before you answered, thumb punching the accept call button as soon as you glanced at the caller ID. Pulling the phone up to your ear, you looked ahead at the cornfields and the open road in front of you. Your mom’s crackly voice filled your ears.
“Darlin’,” she sighed on the other end. So, she’d gotten your message.You thought to yourself.
Mentally, you kicked yourself for giving her any notice in the first place. You knew she’d try to talk you out of it, like she had successfully done the previous two times you’d tried moving back home.
“You got out, honey.” she’d say. “You got to do what I never did. You went to college, you got your degree, you moved to the city. Don’t throw that away. There ain’t nothin’ for you here.”
You hated that she referred to your hometown like that, the place that raised you: a place to get out of. Sometimes you missed it like you missed a limb.
And after your Gramma’s first stroke it had worked, no matter how guilty you felt for being states away while she recovered. 
It had been a minor stroke, the summer before your junior year of college. Not fatal, or with too many lasting health complications, but it had been enough to scare you. It had been enough to scare you into almost dropping out of college and moving home, but your mother and grandmother had insisted that you go back after she’d begun the road to recovery. 
Of course, that wasn’t the only reason you decided to go back, a small voice in the back of your head whispered.
 Two dark brown eyes danced in your mind's eye; freckles scattered sparsely across tan cheeks, a rumble of a laugh, the crackle of a tape on an old car radio. You dispelled it before you allowed your mind to wander further.
That’s in the past, you  insisted,  chastising that quiet voice trying to bring up old ghosts. 
You wouldn’t let your mind go there again. He left, you reminded yourself, instead resolving to focus on the road in front of you, and the nagging voice of your mother in your ear. 
She sighed your name.
“I told you not to come, honey. This is the whole reason we waited so long to tell you–”
“I’m already on the road, mom.” You interrupted her. “I moved out earlier this week, and I’m already on my way home. No use in trying to change my mind on this when it’s already done.” 
For the first time in what seemed like forever, you were met with radio silence; Your mother was speechless. There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again. Secretly, inside you’re smug. You’ve managed to outsmart her.
“You’re on the road right now?” She asked in that familiar disapproving short tone.
“As we speak,” you shifted, holding the wheel with one hand and slouching in your seat. Your mother sighed again.
“Stop that,” she said, displeasure evident in her voice.
“Stop what, mama? Driving?”
“Stop sounding so smug,” She scolded in that tone that all mothers have perfected, before addressing you by your full name. “This is gonna upset your Gramma. The last thing she wanted was you putin’ your whole life on hold for this.”
“‘For this?’” You asked in disbelief. “Mama, I can’t believe you waited more than a whole month to tell me the cancer was back in the first place! As if it was none of my business!” 
You could practically hear her eye-roll through the phone. 
“Now don’t be ridiculous.” She simpered. “We didn’t wanna upset you is all. And we certainly didn’t want you doin’ something so rash, like this.” 
You rolled your eyes. This woman was impossible. 
“Mom, I’d been considering leaving for a long time. My lease was up, Carla got married. This was just the final nail in the coffin. It was a long time comin’.”
“But you seemed so happy, baby.” she cooed. 
“I don’t care! I deserve to know if my grandma is dying or not, and you have no right to keep it from me!”
You were met with silence. It was your turn to sigh.
“I’m sorry,” she conceded softly. “I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I was just scared of something like this happening. You can’t expect me to believe that this whole thing didn’t cause you to up and move home out of the blue.”
“I know, mama, but it’s the truth.” You paused, before continuing, “I put in my notice weeks ago. I’ve missed home. A lot. The city is…so loud. And there are no mountains near Chicago. The land is so flat, and–”
“I know baby, I know.” You could hear her shuffling around on the other end of the line.
 She was no doubt calling from the landline in the kitchen at the old house. Thinking of it, your heart yearned. You missed it so much.
“It’s just that this was your dream, baby. And I just know your Gramma’s gonna blame herself for you giving that up.”
“Mom, I’m not giving anything up,” you emphasized the last part, trying to get it through her head. “I still have my dreams, Chicago just wasn’t it. It took me a while to realize that, but I have. And I have no idea where I wanna go or what I wanna do next, but I do know that I miss home. I was planning on coming back even before I found out.”
“Alright,” she began, but you wouldn’t let her continue. You needed to get this out. 
“And, that combined with the fact that Gramma’s cancer is back means there’s nothin’ you can do to stop me.”
“Alright,” she sighed on the other line. “I suppose there’s nothin’ I can do about it now. How did you find out in the first place? You never mentioned in that hysterical voicemail you left–”
“I had reason to be hysterical, don’t you think? Findin’ out from Jimmy Logan and all.”
“Jimmy Logan?” she asked in surprise. “Now what were you doin’ talkin’ to him? Did he finally buck up and get a cell phone?”
“Yes, he did,” you chuckled, “Mellie finally convinced him. Anyway, after she helped him get his contacts in order, the first thing he did was give me a ring, saying how sorry he was to hear about Gramma bein’ sick again.”
“But how? I didn’t even tell Jimmy Logan. The only people we told were the ladies in prayer group.”
You laughed.
“Oh, you know how word gets around. Jimmy heard it from Earl at the hardware store, who heard it from Irene, who heard it from her momma, who, if I’m not mistaken, is in your prayer group.”
“Well,” your mother huffed. “I suppose that is how it goes. I’ll tell you one thing, your Gramma will be happy to see you, no matter the circumstance.”
“I know,” you sighed,  glad that the air was at least a little cleared between you. You were still hurt that she’d kept something as important as your Gramma’s illness from you, but you understood where she was coming from. She just wanted what was best for you, wanted you to have everything she didn’t.
“Speaking of them Logans,” your mom said. “Have you told her you’re coming home?”
You laughed into the phone.
“Yes, Mellie knows I’m coming home.” You were surprised that she’d even assumed you hadn’t told the youngest Logan about your returning. She’d kill you if you didn’t.
“Good. I know she’s missed you. Last week while she was doin’ my hair, she told me a girl’s weekend every few months and a phone call just wasn’t cutting it.”
Mellie’s face flashed in your mind, and the feeling of dread at returning home started to dissipate. She had that effect on you; Ever since you met nearly 20 years earlier. You smiled, as your mind drifted back to then.
1995
You’d never imagined coming to a new school would ever be this hard. You’d expected it to be like how you’d seen it happen in TV shows or books or those kids movies you liked so much; Where after a rocky start with school bullies, the new kid fell in with the perfect group of friends and everything was fine. That was what you’d anticipated: The melodrama, the excitement. What you hadn’t expected was the monotony and loneliness.
Entering the third grade in october–two and a half months into the term–was never easy. At least that’s what your grandma had told you, and her being your grandma, you were inclined to believe her. 
“It’s not gonna be easy,” she’d told you. “And kids can be real mean, darlin’. Especially when you’re new and they don’t know you. But, you just show them how kind, and special, and smart, and funny you are, and you won't have no problem fittin’ in.”
And you’d expected it to be that easy. Boy were you wrong.
On your first day at Daniel Boone Elementary, you’d expected to be met with a little wariness (what with being the new kid and all), but had hoped, in the end, to make at least one new friend to tell your mom and grandma about when you got off the bus and went home. Instead, you got the usual strange introduction to the class by your new teacher, and that was that. No kids even came up to talk to you. You ate your PB&J sandwich alone at lunch, and spent recess alone on the swings. 
The following months went by in a similar manner: no new friends in sight. All the girls in your class were either too preoccupied with your hand-me-down clothes to play with you, or too shy to. And the boys wanted nothing to do with the weird new girl with too-knobby knees and too-big teeth because even if you liked the exact same things as them, you were still a girl, which meant you had cooties. 
So, at home you’d drift away and pass your time the only time you knew how: through stories. Whether it be babysitters’ club books or PBS kids documentaries on your grandma’s old box TV, your head was always in the clouds. You’d be cryptic when your grandma or mom would ask about school, and they’d begun to notice. Before the snow came and the world froze over for winter, you’d also begun to explore the property behind your grandma’s house, getting lost in nature as you used to. 
By spring, your grandma was at a standstill. 
The snow was thawing, and after a winter indoors, she was at her wits end. She could recognize a depressive episode when she saw one, and the fact that she was seeing it in you, her eight-year-old granddaughter, made her heart break all the more.
She had been just about ready to call an intervention with the school’s principal and psychologist when it happened. You met the person who would change your life.
You’d met Mellie Logan once before, roughly a month after your arrival in Boone County, when you were still new enough to be considered the least bit interesting at Daniel Boone Elementary. She was a year older than you and about a head shorter, with the same shade of rich brown hair as the older boy you’d recognized her sit with on the bus; Her brother, Jimmy Logan who was a middle schooler, but not the least bit embarrassed to sit by his little sister on the ride home, tugging playfully on her braids. She was in Ms. Granfell’s class down the hall, with whom your class shared a recess and lunch time, along with some of the 6th graders. 
It had been on the bus that you’d had your brief first encounter with Mellie Logan. She and about five other kids got off a few stops before yours, down Elm street, and rather than the fact that she had one older brother, that was about all you knew about the girl, and that was all the thought you’d given to her. 
The encounter was a small one: your backpack had been in the aisle as the kids filed in from the school at the end of a school-day in early November and she’d muttered a quiet “pardon me,” as she passed you to her usual seat at the back of the bus where her brother was already seated, and that was that. You barely knew her.
Now, though, as you sat in the school principal’s office, bright fluorescent lights shining over the deep mahogany desk, you felt that all of that was going to change. Mellie sat beside you, eyebrows knit together obstinately as she stared directly ahead of her at the clock on the opposite wall, frowning.
It read: 1:23. You sighed.
That meant that you were missing library time with the rest of your class while being holed up in here, waiting while the principal made calls to each of your parents that they had to come pick you up and discuss the incident.
Your stomach sunk in annoyance as you crossed your arms and slumped down further into the armchair next to Mellie. 
 Great, now they have even more of a reason to think I’m weird, you thought. That was the last thing you needed. You were already having a hard time fitting in in the first place, with girls like Heather Campbell making faces at you and snickering when it was your turn to answer a question or read aloud to the class. You didn’t need to be known as the weird new girl who’d also gotten into a fight with a sixth grader. 
You groaned in realization that that was exactly what you’d be known as from now on. You ran a hand over your face. And just wait until your mom found out, until your Gramma found out. Your life was over.
At that, Mellie looked over at you, her formerly sour expression turned questioning at your sudden outburst.
“What’s the matter with you?” she asked, moving to sit on her hands. Her legs were swinging back and forth off of the edge of the seat of the chair. She looked more bored than anything else, which was wild to you, considering the insane amount of trouble you both were about to be in the moment your parents walked through that door.
You looked at her like she was insane, her freckled face a picture of nonchalance, and sighed. Your heart was at the pit of your stomach as you watched the small round clock tick by, each second drawing closer to what was bound to be the end of your eight years on this planet.
You hadn’t intended to get involved. You really hadn’t. But when you’d seen the trampled, embarrassed look in his deep brown eyes, you didn’t know what else you could do.
��It was, surprisingly, not in your nature to be confrontational at this point in your life. Though you’d later grow to be quite the headstrong person, the years spent walking around on eggshells with Keith had taken a toll on your personality. You liked to avoid conflict with even your family, nevertheless with the mean fourth graders you’d always hear snickering at people during lunchtime. But when you’d heard them picking on the lanky boy with messy dark hair something within you had snapped.
It was breakfast for lunch day, aka: the best day of the week, and when the bell rang  signaling the beginning of lunchtime you moved as fast as your legs could carry you to the cafeteria.
You stepped into the line behind a tall, lanky boy who had to be at least a few years older than you. You recognized him from your bus; He lived on the same street as Mellie and her brother, and like you, always sat by himself on the bus. You thought that he was probably the only kid who was as quiet as you. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever even heard the stoic boy utter a word in the month and a half you’d spent riding home with him. His face always seemed to stay the same too, you’d noticed. 
Not that you’d been watching him, you corrected yourself.
Right now, though, the boy smiled at you as you came up behind him. A tight-lipped, shy one at that, but his dark eyes shone with genuine kindness that you were almost too flustered to know what to do. Such kindness, even small ones like this, had been few and far between in your time in Boone County. It’d been lonely, and this little boy’s smile made it feel a little less so. A part of you wondered if this town had been similarly lonely for him too. You smiled back.
The sound of giggling broke you from your blatant staring at the boy in front of you. Two girls had entered the line behind you. You didn’t know their names, but you recognized them from the time you had spent people-watching during your month or so of eating alone. The taller one was blonde, with long straight hair and thick braces covering her teeth as she smiled right past you and to the boy standing in front of you. Her counterpart was shorter and a bit stouter, with short pin-curls that practically stuck to her hair. Your stomach dropped as you took in the looks on both of their faces. Their smiles were anything but kind as they looked right through and onto the boy who was oblivious to what was coming.
You weren’t though. Just last week, you’d seen the pair of girls push a little girl in your class off of the monkey bars for “taking their spot,” when you knew for a fact that that girl had been there for all of recess already. Before that, you’d seen them ridicule another girl for her new haircut that had come out much shorter than expected until she cried. These were two girls you knew not to cross, and here they were, sights set on the boy in front of you whose name you didn't even know. And you were caught in the middle of it. 
“Uhm, excuse me?” The blonde girl asked, reaching across you and tapping the boy on the shoulder. Her face was twisted in barely held-in laughter, while beside her, her friend’s face held an identical.
The boy turned, eyes wide and curious. Kind. Unaware of exactly how nasty these two could be. 
“Y-yeah?” He asked, voice cracking when he stuttered. The blonde looked over to her friend and then back at him.
“Your name’s Clyde, right?” She asked, head tilting.
“Uhm, yeah, tha’s right.” He smiled, bashful. Ears twinged red.
Clyde. That was the boy’s name. It fit him, you thought. 
Her friend popped in. “Say, ain’t you a Logan?” She asked, face spread in what seemed like a kind smile. 
Something you didn’t buy. You thought as you grabbed an orange from the selection of fruit.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, moving down the line. He picked up a strawberry milk carton before moving further down where the french toast sticks were. You continued to eavesdrop, feeling the most awkward you had in a while as the conversation continued with you, quite literally, in the middle of it.
“Well, Clyde Logan,” the blonde continued, reaching for an identical carton of strawberry milk. Her face was smug. “There’s something Quinn and I have been meaning to ask you for a while now.”
“What’s that?” he asked, curious. He looked at her, eyes open and welcoming and you dreaded the next words that were going to come out of her mouth. It wasn’t gonna be good.
“We were just wondering,” she snorted halfway through, hand coming to her mouth. “Sorry, we were just wondering if you’d done something to upset your momma?”
He chuckled awkwardly, obviously confused, and flicked some dark hair behind his ear. “Pardon me?” he asked, brows furrowed.
“Oh, nothin’. It’s just you had to have done something to have earned a haircut like that.”
Beside her, her friend had given up on controlling her laughter. Wheezing, her friend–Quinn–interjected.
“Or maybe your hairdresser hates you? What did you do to make someone let you walk out of the house like that?” She giggled.
“Don’t be silly, Quinn. The Logans can’t afford a hairdresser. It had to have been his momma. I mean, really Clyde, you had to have done somethin’ bad.” The blonde chimed in again.
“Although, maybe it’s not the haircut, Heather.” Quinn piped in casually, serving herself french toast. “That’s not fair to his momma. It’s those ears. They stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Mhm,” the blonde, heather, nodded. “I think you’re right. And his nose. It's so big. That’s what makes you so unfortunate looking. Not the hair at all.”
Clyde looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Surprise coloring his features, the smallest frown upon his lips.
“Or , you know what,” Heather considered, piling bacon onto her lunch tray. “It’s probably that curse your sister wouldn’t shut up about last year. What’d she call it?”
“The Logan Family Curse.” Quinn chimed in. Heather laughed. 
“That must be it!” She giggled in that snotty, preteen way. “Who knew that the Logan family curse was being cursed with bein’ uglier than a mud fence!”
“Or having ears the size of Dumbo’s.” 
Looking over at Clyde, you saw his eyes glassy with unshed tears as he looked down at his lunch tray. Crestfallen. It sent white hot anger surging through your chest, and before you could register it, you were turning to face the two girls beside you in line.
“Just because he has straight teeth and you don’t doesn’t mean you have to be mean.” You glared at her. Her smug face morphed into one of anger as her eyes hardened into a glare.
“Excuse me?” she asked. Beside her, Quinn’s eyebrows rose to her hairline.
“You heard me, brace-face.” You stood your ground, glaring right back at her. She gasped at the insult, not ready for a taste of her own medicine. An identical look of horror crossed her companion’s face. From behind you, you heard a familiar high voice call out.
“Clyde? Where are you–” Mellie looked confused, her eyes following the lanky, dark-haired figure racing out of the cafeteria, leaving his lunch tray deserted in line next to you. Her gaze hardened as she looked over at you and the two girls in line. She stomped over, arms crossed.
“What did you say to him?” She demanded, looking between you three. When no one spoke up, she asked again, louder.
“What did you say to my brother?” She seethed. Heather looked at Quinn, an amused smirk on her face. 
“Oh, you mean Dumbo?” She asked.
“Nothing–we just gave him some beauty advice,” Quinn descended into the same annoying laughter as her friend. 
What happened next was a blur to you. There was a hand in someone’s hair, another pushing someone's shoulder, and the sound of a hand smacking against someone’s face. You were pushed backwards–by who, you didn’t know–and your half-full lunch tray came down on top of you, covering you in scrambled eggs and syrup. Heather screeched like a banshee, and Quinn started crying. A lunch monitor ran over to break it up, and before you knew it, Heather was being sent to the nurse and you and Mellie to the principal’s office. 
Which brings you to now.
You sat, smelling of eggs and syrup, and waiting for your life to end. After a few minutes of silence, you looked to the scrappy, brooding girl next to you. 
“Did you have to hit her?” You asked, breaking the silence. Scoffing, she turned to look at you. 
“Uhm, yeah I had to hit her.” She spat out incredulously. “She was makin’ fun of my big brother. You don’t let people mess around with your kin.” 
“But–” you began before she interrupted you, seemingly not hearing you at all. That was something you’d grow to find out was a habit of hers whenever she talked about something she was passionate about. 
“And I’d do it again, too,” she said, stubbornly. “I don’t care what Mrs. Findlay says. If you ask me, Heather Campbell had it comin’ and needed to be knocked down a few pegs. I’m only sad I got caught.”
Her matter-of-fact made you giggle a little bit. After all, you couldn’t disagree with her; You’d seen Heather and Quinn unleash their wrath before. Many times in the short time you’d been in town. They needed to be put in their place. And you were glad you’d had at least a small part in doing it, even if it did put a target on your back and was bound to make your life hell indefinitely. 
“I am sorry you got involved, though,” Mellie said. “It ain’t fair you got roped into all a’ my trouble-makin’.” 
You chuckled a bit.
“Nah,” you sighed. “Before you walked up, I did say some pretty nasty things to them. I guess I deserved it.”
Mellie, looking surprised at that, snorted.
 “You?” she asked, eyes wide in apparent disbelief. “You said somethin’ to Heather Campbell?”
“What's that supposed to mean?” you asked, brows furrowed. “And yes, I’ll have you know, I did say something to her.”
“Nothin’.”  Mellie said, “it’s just that in all the time you’ve been here, I ain't heard you speak but about two times.”
“I couldn’t let her talk to him like that when he didn’t do nothin’ to deserve it.” You said. “Besides, I was tired of hearin’ her run her mouth all the time and no one sayin’ anything.”
“Well alrighty then.” She said.
 A beat of silence passed, the only sound being the ticking of the clock. Then, “what did you say to her?”
You snorted. 
“I called her brace-face.” You admitted sheepishly. Beside you, Mellie howled in laughter and after a moment, you joined her.
“You know,” she said pensively, smiling at you, all trace of a sour mood gone, “I think we’re gonna be good friends.”
You smiled back at her, the first real one in a while. 
“Me too.” And you meant it. 
Present Day
Your mother’s voice snapped you back to reality. 
“And what about him?” she asked carefully, words thick with meaning. “Does he know you’re comin’ back?”
You sighed. “Mama, why would he know I’m coming back? Why would he care that I’m coming back?”
“Darlin’, I didn’t mean it like that–”
“He didn’t bother telling me when he came back. I had to find out from Mellie, a month after the fact.” You continued, that familiar white-hot feeling in your chest resurfacing. “Besides, I’m sure Mellie mentioned it to him. She’d have to if he’s gonna continue this disappearing act of his.”
“That’s not fair, baby, and you know it.” She scolded, ever the mother. It didn’t matter that you were twenty-five, she’d always put you in your place when it came down to it. “He’s been through a lot.”
“I’m sure he has,” you agreed half-heartedly. 
“And–”
“--Not that I’d know about it! He hasn’t spoken so much as a word to me in years. Not for lack of trying on my part either, you know that mom.”
“I know, baby, I know,” she said. This was a conversation you’d had before. And no matter how many times you did, she’d always brought up the same points. 
And now, Clyde Logan had been home for more than two years, but felt like a ghost. Your family hadn’t heard a thing from him. According to your cousin Zach, Jimmy had wanted to throw a coming-home party for him, but had canceled it last minute. You didn’t know what he was doing now.
You knew better than to ask Mellie about it. She was your best friend, yes, but you wouldn’t put her in that position. You wouldn’t make her choose sides or play middle-man between you and her brother. And she knew better than to bring it up with you, too. She saw her brother’s idiocy, and, more importantly, she saw how hurt you were after all that had happened. 
So, Clyde generally wasn’t brought up between the two of you. Not in great detail, anyway. No matter how much you knew she had to reign herself in over it. Your best friend was a fixer at heart, and that instinct didn’t go away when it came to her best friend and her brother. 
“Let’s just drop it, mom.” You said. “I am not coming home for Clyde Logan, of all people. I’m just happy to be coming home at all.” 
“Well, that makes two of us.” she laughed lightly on the other end. “How far out are you?” she asked.
“I’m about halfway through Indiana right now.”
“Whew,” she whistled. “What a drive.”
You laughed at her sarcasm. “Oh yeah, nothin’ but cornfields for miles. That  is somethin’ I won’t be missing, that’s for sure.”
“Good.” she said, “You’d better get a move-on if you wanna be home before dinner, then. I’ll call your cousins and see who can make it.”
Your heart leapt at the thought of it, seeing the family again. You’d missed living in the same county as them all; Not having to drive hours to hug your grandma, to hear your aunt Nikki’s laugh, or to engage in yet another political conversation with your uncle Mike. 
“That sounds perfect.”
“Alright then. Your Gramma’s gonna be surprised, that’s for sure. And i’m warnin’ you now: She will not be as easily swayed as I am at your comin’ back.”
“Yeah, I know.” You shook your head. “I’ll start preparing my speech now.”
“You better!” She laughed, “I’m gonna let you go, babe. Call your aunts. Love you.”
“Love you too, momma.” You sighed, as the call ended. 
The late May sun shone through the clouds, as you steered off of the freeway to continue south. Toward home. 
- - 
It was well past seven in the evening before everyone left your grandmother’s house—and, I guess, your house too, for now—for dinner. 
It had worked: you’d made it home, finally, and even though your grandmother wasn’t happy with you for returning, she understood why. It’d been too long since you’d been home for more than a week or two. Even longer, if you didn’t count the summers you’d come home during college. 
After Clyde had left for his third tour, things weren’t the same. You always hosted holidays after that, or visited your extended family in Charleston. You’d missed your hometown, yes. But the pain you felt at how you and Clyde left things hurt you more. Only now, after six months of therapy and the terrifying possibility that your grandmother was dying, did you feel even remotely comfortable enough to come back. 
Now, after a long, loud meal with your extended family, you wondered why you’d left at all. The anxiety you’d felt driving into the county limits earlier that evening had dissipated. Home has a funny way of doing that: letting you ease right back in like you’d never left. 
Your cousins were getting bigger—now nearly teenagers—and your aunts inquired about your personal life over dinner. Now, after the coffee had gone cold and your last relative had gone home, you helped your grandmother with the dishes—much to her chagrin. 
Your grandmother was a kind woman, a gentle woman, but she was also a proud woman, and more stubborn than even you.
“Just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I’m inept, you know,” she slapped your hand away from where it had tried to venture into the soapy water of the sink. 
You sighed. So she’s still mad. 
“I know, Gramma,” you offered. “Just trying to help.”
She grumbled back, still focusing on scrubbing the plate in front of her. 
You gave up, moving instead to dry and put away the dishes she’d washed. As you began, she didn’t so much as spare you a glance, just hummed under her breath. 
The kitchen looked untouched from it had been growing up—the linoleum counters, tiled walls, and deep wood of the cabinets perpetually stuck in the 1970s. Some of the glassware your grandmother owned was from the seventies, or even before then, going back to when your mom and uncles were kids. You could tell from old family pictures that the house had changed little since they bought it in 1969. Even after so many years, your Gramma had refused to invest in a dishwasher, insisting on washing dishes by hand instead. 
You took a ceramic plate from the drying rack, toweling it off before opening the cabinet to put it away. The cabinet door had the same creak it always did. 
“You know,” you tossed over your shoulder at your grandmother. “I was planning on coming back for a while before I heard about the cancer.” 
“That’s what you keep sayin’,” she mumbled. “I can see right through ya, though, darlin’. You think I haven’t noticed you haven’t been home in years?” 
You bit your lip, trying to ignore the pang of guilt her words sent through you. 
“I’m sorry about that, Gramma, I am—“
“Oh, hush,” she waved a suds-covered hand at you, still not turning around. “Long as I get to see you, I don’t care where it is. What I’m trying to say is: you certainly would not have come home had it not been for my diagnosis.” 
You deflated a little; in a sense, she was right. You’d been considering returning before, that was true, but part of you deep down knew you wouldn’t have been successful if you hadn’t heard about her sickness. 
“What I can’t live with is you giving up your dreams for an old woman like me.”
You scoffed at that, coming up behind her and wrapping your arms around her shoulders. 
“Please,” you mumbled into the hug. “You couldn’t have kept me away. I would’ve found out at some point.” 
She sighed, hugging you back and leaning into you. 
“‘Suppose you’re right,” she acquiesced. “Doesn’t mean I’ve gotta be happy about it though.” 
“That’s fair,” you chuckled, letting go and taking another plate from the drying rack. “But you can’t get mad at me. It should be me angry at you for keeping it from me for as long as you did.”
She turned to you then, wiping her wet hands off with a towel. There was a strange look in her eyes as she took you in, eyeing you head to toe. She snapped out of it after a moment and offered you a smile. 
“Hm,” she hummed, bringing a weathered hand to cup your cheek. “I couldn’t stay angry at you even if I tried.”
You smiled cheekily at her. 
“I know.”
“Hm,” she chuckled, pinching your cheek lightly and patting it. “Now let me finish these up. Mellie’ll be here soon and you haven’t even taken your suitcase up yet.”
You nodded and put the last plate away. 
“I’ll turn the radio on for you,” you smiled. “It’s too quiet around here.”
“Alright sugar,” she tossed over her shoulder. “You won’t be sayin’ that come Monday. I’ve got your cousins after school most weekdays. And I thought you were a handful.” 
You chuckled. 
One thing about your family was true: none of you were boring—especially the little ones. They kept your grandmother on her toes. 
“I’m looking forward to that,” you chuckled. That was another thing you regretted about moving so far away: not being there to watch your little cousins grow up.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she said. “You might be reconsidering moving back after a few days.”
“Unlikely,” you snorted. “I’m hard to scare off. Well, now anyway.”
Your grandmother sent you a sympathetic smile then, and you knew she’d forgiven you. You twitched a little under her gaze. She almost looked like she pitied you. You understood if she did; she was the one to bear the brunt of your heartache when everything between you and Clyde had blown up. Still, it wasn’t a time you liked to dwell on. 
“So, you think you’re finally over that Logan boy?” She asked, crossing her arms and facing you.
You sighed; it was just like your grandmother to not mince words or beat around the bush.
“Jesus, Gramma,” you raked a hand over your face. 
“What?” she asked defensively. “Would you rather me tip-toe around you like everyone else? Your mama won’t ask, and you’ve banned Mellie from mentioning that boy.”
“So you thought you’d…” your words trailed off, not understanding exactly why she was bringing this up now. 
“I thought I’d mention the elephant in the room. Call it curiosity, sugar,” she smirked at you. “I just figured that since he was the one that kept you away for so long—”
“Gramma, you know he’s not the only reason l left—”
“I know, I know,” she held up a hand to stop you. “But I remember how you were when you left. In the months before. Barely leaving the house, not talking to anyone. Whatever he did, it did a number on you. I don’t want you getting like that again—”
You softened. She was worried about you, of course she was. Your grandmother was nothing if not a mama bear. 
“Trust me, Gramma. You do not have to worry Clyde Logan of all people. I’ve been over it for a while, I think. I’ll be okay.”
“Hm,” she scrutinized you through narrowed eyes, before nodding. “Alright. I won’t bring it up again.”
“Thanks, Gramma.”
“You ever gonna tell me all that happened with him?” 
“Maybe one day,” you smiled at her sadly. 
She nodded at you in understanding. 
“Alright, babydoll. You go get ready.”
As you walked up the familiar steps to your childhood bedroom, listening to Patsy Cline drift through the old kitchen radio, you smiled to yourself at the familiarity of it all.
- - 
“Trust me,” Camila grabbed your shoulder from the back of Mellie’s ‘85 silverado—her pride and joy and newest fixer upper. “This place is great, and it helps that we don’t have to drive all the way to Madison like we did back in the day.”
You snorted at how your friends were trying to sell you on this new dive bar. Where you’d wanted to go out in Madison like the old days, they’d insisted you stay local tonight.
You shifted in the denim cut-offs that Mellie had insisted you wear. You hadn’t worn them out since your senior year of college. Hell, you hadn’t been out since your senior year of college.
She’d showed up at your door at exactly eight o’clock on the dot, intent on getting you dolled up for a night out. Camila and Gwen, two of your best friends from high school, had shown up soon after. It was like old times—playing your old CDs, the smell of cheap perfume and hair-straighteners flooding your childhood bedroom. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be nervous about going out. Now, two hours later with a new outfit and your hair and makeup done to perfection, you were off to check out the newest haunt in town. 
It’d been big news when the place had opened about nine months ago. It wasn’t every day that a new business opened in Logan, so obviously it was the talk of the town. Even you’d heard about it all the way in Chicago. Duck Tape was its name and it had been renovated into a bar from an old bait and tackle shop. And apparently, since its opening, it’d become a staple of your small community. You’d been promised that you’d run into at least five people from high school here, maybe more. It was also in the middle of nowhere. 
“We’re basically driving the same distance, Cami.” You laughed. From beside you in the driver’s seat, Mellie smirked. 
“Don’t rain on her parade.” She teased. “Cami’s just trying to explain away the real reason why she came here: she’s got it bad for the bouncer.”
Camila gasped and smacked Mellie’s shoulder. 
“That isn’t it at all, Mellie Logan and you know it!”
“Mmhm,” Gwen nodded from the other side of her, very obviously not buying any of it. “It has nothing to do with the six-feet, tall, dark, and handsome bouncer. I believe you, Cami.”
You laughed at her sarcasm. 
“I don’t know why you don’t put yourself out of your misery and just get his number,” Mellie asks from the front seat, looking at Cami through the rearview mirror. 
“And risk rejection? Not a chance.”
You snorted at that, understanding completely. You’d had a few non-serious relationships here and there, but nothing that had stuck during your time in Chicago. And even then, they were alway the ones who had to make the first move. 
“Wait, wait, wait,” you interrupted. “Since when do any of these places need bouncers?”
When you were in high school, it was a given that no one underage would even try to get into a bar in Logan. It would have been pointless: everybody knew everybody here, so even if you had the good sense to get a fake ID, you’d be at the sheriff’s station before you had time to order your first drink.
“Since these kids are gettin’ more and more ballsy,” Gwen answered you. “‘Bout a year ago coach Garrison’s kid got busted for drinking underage at Tulman’s. Ever since, they’ve been IDing at the door.”
Tulman’s was the other bar in town, nestled in the heart of downtown. 
“I bet coach was pissed.”
“You have no idea,” Cami nodded, picking at her manicured nail. “Gave hell to the guy who owns the place. That’s just another reason why I like Duck Tape better.”
Gwen groaned from beside her. Mellie just laughed. 
Mellie sighed beside you, reaching for the gear-shift. “Just ask him out. You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.”
“Oh please,” Cami laughed, speaking up over the sound of Garth Brooks’ voice coming from the speakers. “Stick to hairdressing, Mel. You’d make a shit motivational speaker.” 
A chorus of laughs sounded as Mellie took a sharp turn off of the highway and onto the mountain road where the bar was. 
This was so familiar: you and your girlfriends, all dressed up and piling into one car to go out as if you were somewhere glamorous like New York City and not in Boone County, West Virginia. The chatter of the girls around you was comforting, and you relished in it. 
This, you thought. This is home.
- - 
You dropped your glass when he walked in, brushing past the bouncer with a large hand on his shoulder. Your stomach dropped.
The glass shattered at your feet, sending cranberry juice and vodka splattering over your boots and calves. A few people surrounding you jumped as well, moving away from the shattered glass on the floor. Beside you, Camila started. 
“Jesus,” she cried, grabbing your bare shoulder and looking at you. She was trying to get your attention, you knew, but you couldn’t bring your eyes away from the imposing figure of Clyde Logan, who just walked into the bar. “You okay? What—shit.”
She saw him too. 
“Mellie,” you heard her whisper, trying to get the attention of your friend who was too-busy flirting with a man in a stetson beside you. Gwen was in the bathroom. “Mellie.” 
He was tall—just as tall as he’d always been, but even more imposing. His shoulders stretched broadly across the dark blue button-up he had on. He wore worn blue jeans and work boots and still had that stiff, ramrod-straight posture that he’d come back from basic training with. You blinked. 
He was here. He was here. 
Even after years, he had an effect on you. You felt stuck to the floor, frozen in place as he made his way to the bar, his left side facing away from you. His dark hair was longer than you’d ever seen it, curling around his ears and down his neck thickly. You couldn’t tell much from the dim-lighting, but you could detect a bit of a stubble along his jaw and above his lip. 
Lord have mercy, he was beautiful. 
He was gorgeous–even more so than you remembered him. It made your chest ache.
“What?” Mellie turned to Cami, a flirty laugh in her voice.
“Look.”
There was a beat of silence before she spoke. 
“Fuck.” Mellie spat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. He said he wasn’t working tonight.”
You breathed in a ragged breath, everything feeling all of a sudden too much. The neon lights, the chatter of people from all sides of you invaded your senses. The early summer heat was cloying at your skin in the crowded bar. You felt boxed in on all sides. 
“I’m just going to,” you mumbled, finally tearing your eyes away from Clyde, who was talking to the man behind the bar. You didn’t finish the sentence, instead electing to train your gaze on your boots and try to make your way to the bar door. 
Behind you, you heard Mellie call your name. You ignored her, breathing deeply as you tried to navigate your way to the door. 
Air, you told yourself. I need some air. Then I’ll be fine. 
You tried to push yourself past a particularly large group, squeezing between two peoples’ backs. One of them moved backwards, their foot moving to step in front of yours.
Your boot caught on the foot, and you tumbled forward, losing your balance. 
You tripped, scrambling, reaching out with your arms to break your fall as you tumbled.
Only, instead of continuing to fall to the ground, you stumbled into something. Or rather, someone. 
Your hands landed on a broad chest, and you felt an arm snake its way around your middle, attempting to steady you. You let out a breath, finding your footing. 
You brought your gaze up, an apology on your lips.
“Shit,” you mumbled, pulling your hands back from the stranger’s chest frantically. “I’m sorry—”
Brown eyes stared back at you, brows drawn together and full of confusion. Freckles scattered familiarly across his cheekbones and his lips parted as he looked at you. 
Clyde. 
You took a large step back, away from him, nearly stumbling again. He looked nearly as shocked as you felt, wide eyes taking you in from head to toe. After all, it had been over two years since you’d seen each other. 
You did the same—eyes moving down his thick neck, his broad shoulders, down his chest. He was still so much taller than you.
This was all too much. 
You could feel the panic setting back in your bones, and you blinked rapidly, moving to shove past him to the door, your legs carrying you before your mind could catch up.
When you did, he snapped out of it, moving to the side to block you and shoulder-checking you in the process. When he did, something firm and stiff—foreign—jabbed into your stomach, causing you to jerk away, even more past him.
Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you turned to see—
What you saw made the breath leave your chest. 
There, strapped to what remained of Clyde’s arm was a prosthetic. 
- - 
Tears fell thick and hot down your cheeks as you rested your face between your knees on the side of the dingy bar. The rough wood of the paneling on the outside of the bar dug into your back through the thin shirt Mellie had convinced you to wear, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your mind was elsewhere.
Gone. Clyde’s left arm was gone–or at least part of it was. 
Hurt flooded your chest at the thought of it; your once-best friend returning home from war, part of him missing, alone, and you weren’t there. He’d had to do it alone.
Another wave of tears came. 
How could you not have known?
Everyone knew everything about everyone in Logan. It was the way of things and it always had been. It was how you’d found out about your Gramma’s illness, it was how word had spread like wildfire when Mellie’s boyfriend in tenth grade cheated on her, and it was how the whole town knew Bobbie Jo was pregnant with Sadie before Jimmy did. But this. 
It struck you all at once; everyone knew. Of course everyone knew. Camila, Gwen, Mellie. Your mother. They all had known and still didn’t tell you. 
You felt like someone had torn your heart from your chest. 
The sound of gravel crunching under boots tore your gaze up. You knew who it was before he called your name. You’d know the sound of his step anywhere. 
Clyde Logan walked toward you, arms clasped behind his back, dark eyes wary. He always looked like this when he was nervous. Even now, you couldn’t believe he was standing before you after so long. Even now, you couldn’t contain the slow simmer of anger that flared in your gut at the sight of him.
He stood there a minute, eyes on yours, before he cleared his throat. 
“How…uh, how long you been back?” He offered softly, eyes never once leaving yours. 
The slow simmer in your gut reached a boil. You stood to your feet, lip curling at him. You didn’t care enough to wipe your face of tears.
“Really?” You asked harshly, voice slightly raised. Clyde flinched at your tone. “That’s what you have to say to me Clyde Logan—after three years?”
Clyde bit his lip and looked down. He sighed. 
“Junebug—-”
“Do not,” you hissed at him, glaring up at his pained expression. “You do not get to call me that anymore.”
He just stared at you, a pained expression on his face. 
It didn't surprise you—Clyde had never had a way with words. Even as kids, even as best friends, it had been hard for him to express himself. He was quiet. Now was no exception. 
“Did you get my letters?” You hated that your voice warbled. 
Clyde’s eyes fell to his boots and you knew the answer from the guilty expression that crossed his face. 
You scoffed, even more anger bubbling inside you at the confirmation. 
After the fight—the one that sent you packing, right before his third deployment, you’d written him. Countless times, apologizing, explaining yourself, begging him for a response, anything. And you’d never heard anything back. 
“I wrote you for months, Clyde.” You said, voice softer now. “When you were over there, I had to get updates from Mellie. Or from my mom, because you wouldn’t write me back. You wouldn’t answer my calls. I didn’t know if you were hurt, or if you—”
You stopped yourself, sniffing. 
You stared at his prosthetic arm, finally able to get a better look at it.
 It began just under his elbow, strapped on there to give the illusion of a full-limb. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. 
“Ugly, ain’t it?” He asked, noting how your stare held there. Your eyes snapped to his. 
You scoffed, ignoring him and looking away. 
“I didn’t say that,” you muttered, drying your face with your palm.
“I told Mellie not to tell you,” he blurted. “After. Made her swear not to. Don’t be mad at her.”
You sighed. 
You weren’t angry at her; you couldn’t be. Shortly after you’d realized he wanted nothing to do with you, you’d made any talk of Clyde strictly off-limits in your friendship. Even if she’d wanted to tell you, it was off limits. That was not the case, however, with your own family.
You’d be having words with your mother and grandmother when you returned home. 
“My relationship with Mellie is none of your business,” you glared up at him. “It hasn’t been for a long time.”
Clyde scoffed now, the soft, reserved look gone from his eyes and replaced by annoyance. 
“What?” you asked. “You got something to say? Say it.”
“Fine,” he barked. “Three years and you haven’t changed a bit.”
Oh, so he was pulling that card, you thought, thinking back to your last argument. You laughed humorlessly. 
“Oh, I haven’t changed?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. “At least I had the balls to come back! At least I’m not a coward like you—”
“Coward?” He asked, voice low. 
“You heard me.” You spat, voice warbling again with anger. You hated that you got like this; whenever you were angry, you’d cry. “At least I have the stones to face my mistakes. I don’t run away from them, Clyde.” 
With that you walked away, leaving him standing there in the gravel of the Duck Tape parking lot. 
He made no move to follow you, thank god. 
You decided to call it a night, knowing any chance of letting loose was long gone. Though you weren’t angry with her, you didn’t think you could face Mellie or the girls again tonight. You pulled your cell phone from your bag and sent a quick text to the group chat, telling them you’d decided to head home. You sent a separate one to Mellie, telling her you weren’t mad at her but you needed some time. 
You walked back to the front of the bar, leaning on the wood of the front railing, and stared at the phone screen. Your mother and grandmother would be asleep by now, and even if they weren’t, you weren’t sure you wanted to see them anyway. You could always call your cousins—but doing that would open up the door to countless questions and speculations at why you were leaving Duck Tape looking an emotional wreck. 
Then, it hit you.
You found the contact easily and hit call; there was one person who you knew you could call whenever, wherever to come get you, no questions asked. You just hoped he was up.
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By The Fire ~ Clyde Logan x fem!Reader
Hello Mrs Gucci!! :) i was wondering if i could request Clyde Logan snowy day smut! something along the lines of soft love making in winter next to a warm fireplace? Thank u! <3
thanks for this request, I’m happy to be back writing for adam characters again!!
warnings. SMUT (18+), fluff, soft sex, just a sprinkle of very mild dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation (a lil bit), creampie, taking clyde’s *generous* load
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You’re so, so glad that you splurged and got the white silky fur lingerie set for your winter weekend getaway with Clyde because it’s totally paying off right now.
As soon as Clyde came downstairs and saw you sprawled out on the rug by the fire in your pretty outfit, he was pouncing, quickly taking his prosthetic off before climbing between your legs. His lips press against yours, hips pressing forward to grind against your warm center.
“Fuck, darlin’, when’d ya get this little getup?” Clyde breathes, wishing nothing more than to be able to touch you right now. “Ya look so beautiful, all laid out in front’a the fire for me...”
You smile, kissing him again. “Got it for you, Clyde, wanted to surprise you.”
The corners of his mouth tug up in a small smile as he reaches down to undo his pants. He’s already so hard for you, length pressing desperately against the crotch of his jeans.
“Is this what ya wanted?” he asks, nudging his cock against your entrance. “Is this what ya wanted when ya put this lingerie on and laid yourself out like this?”
“Yes, baby, please...”
He needs no further invitation, slowly pushing his slick-coated head into your waiting wetness, following that up with the rest of his long, thick length. Your back arches up off the plush carpet and you gasp, insides stretching to take all of him.
“C-Christ Almighty,” he groans shakily, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Shit, you’re tight, darlin’.”
“Oh, Clyde...”
You let out a soft moan, looking up at him as he begins to roll his hips, starting relatively slowly. Your hands reach up to caress his face and run through his wavy hair, feeling the way he steadily relaxes with each of your touches.
As much as you love the usual quick and dirty sex, sometimes this slow lovemaking is exactly what you two need. Today is one of those days. The slow and sensual really hits the spot.
Clyde looks down at you, breathing shaky and hips start moving slightly faster when he feels you clench around him. He could cry, this is such a beautiful moment that the two of you are sharing and he often wonders how the hell he managed to have gotten such a beautiful, wonderful lady.
“It feels so good, Clyde,” you say softly, pulling him down for a kiss. “You feel so good.”
His jaw clenches, eyebrows beginning to knit in pleasure as his climax grows nearer and nearer. “Ya feel g-good too, m’ darlin’. I love ya so much, love that I get to have ya in this way.”
You offer him a small smile, kissing him again and again, your orgasm on the horizon. Your hand slips down your abdomen and between your legs, just above where your two bodies are joining. 
Clyde lets out a low moan when you start rubbing your stiff clit, which is causing your insides to grip him even tighter. He’s not sure how much longer he can hold on...
“O-Oh!” he gasps, suddenly reaching his peak without any warning, hips rutting into you as he fills you with his seed. “Oh god, m’ darlin’...”
Seeing and feeling your beloved reach his release brings you to your own only moments later, letting out a soft cry of his name as you ride the wave. You smile up at him, holding his face in your hands while both of you catch your breaths.
“I love you so much,” you whisper, thumb sliding over his cheekbone. “So, so freakin’ much.”
Clyde’s smile widens with your words. “I love ya more.”
When your head rolls to the side, you gasp quietly.
“Baby, look!” You point to the window, where big white flakes have begun to fall. “Looks like we’ll have a snowy weekend after all.”
He hums, looking out the window along with you. “Must’ve been some pretty magical sex we just had, hm?”
You laugh, giving him a nudge with your knee before kissing him again.
“Weirdo.”
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ladyinwriting18 · 1 year
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Our First Valentine's Day
Summary: You and Clyde celebrate your first Valentine's Day together. Perhaps the two of you will finally take your relationship to a more intimate level.
Words: 3,538
Warnings: Fingering, oral sex, PIV.
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Today is Valentine’s Day. Your very first Valentine’s Day with your very new boyfriend, Clyde Logan. You two haven’t been dating for very long so you haven’t expected him to make a big deal of the day. But to your surprise, he had.  The evening had been spent going out to dinner and then the movies, where you and Clyde had split a bucket of popcorn. Electrical sparks had shot through you every time your fingers touched while reaching to grab popcorn. Even innocent touches shared between you set you aflame. Who could blame you? Clyde is tall, strong, and handsome. With full, pouty lips that you want to feel kiss more than just your mouth.
You shake the thoughts from your mind. It hasn’t even been a full month since the two of you started dating. And Clyde being the Southern gentleman that he is, hasn’t done more than hold your hand, hug you and kiss you. But as he pulls his truck up to the motel, you can’t help but hope that tonight he does more. 
You fidget beside him in the passenger seat with a mix of excitement and nerves. If tonight was going to be the night you finally slept together, then you wanted to be prepared. So prepared that you’re wearing a short, light pink babydoll nightgown and matching lace panties under your dress. You hope he’ll like it, since you aren’t exactly sure what his preference is when it comes to lingerie and such. What you do know is that he always treats you like a princess. So…why not dress the part?
He takes the key from the ignition and sees you make a move to get out of the truck. “You wait right there,” he teasingly scolds, then hops out to jog over to the other side and open the car door. He holds out a hand for you. You smile wide at how considerate he always is. “Why thank you, Sir.” You place your hand in his and let him help you step out of the truck. “Anything for you, Darlin’.” He momentarily strokes your cheek before grabbing both overnight bags from the backseat. 
You walk together towards the room that Clyde reserved for the night. He unlocks the door and holds it open for you to step inside first. You quickly flick on the light, illuminating the room. It’s an average motel room, but clean and spacious with a comfy looking king size bed. Waiting on the bed is a bouquet of sunflowers and roses. “Oh Clyde! They’re beautiful.” You excitedly go over and pick the flowers up to smell them before turning back to him. “You’re so good to me. Thank you.” “It’s nothin’ you don’t already deserve. I wish I could give ya more but I hope this is enough.” You hold your hand out for him, silently asking him to join you. He comes over to wrap his arms around you and leans down to kiss the top of your head. You look up into his eyes, making sure his focus is on you. “It is more than enough. You’ve made me a very happy girl today.” He can feel the tips of his ears burn. Knowing he’s pleased you does more than just make him happy, it turns him on.  Truth be told, Clyde had hopes for where the night took them, but he in no way wants to pressure you if you aren’t ready. He’s more than happy to take the backseat and let you drive until you give him the okay. Until then, he’ll keep things rated PG. “I was thinkin’ we could watch a movie and then maybe go get some ice cream. That place ya like is right down the road.” As he talks, he moves to the side of the bed and takes a seat. He toes off his shoes before reclining back against the headboard in his blue jeans and button up. It’s clear he doesn’t mean to look so alluring, but you can’t stop your eyes from roaming over his frame. Without looking away, you slip off your heels and climb up onto the bed. You crawl over and kneel beside him. “You’ve spoiled me tonight.” You reach out a hand and lay it on his thigh. “How can I ever repay you?” He nearly chokes on air when you grip his thigh. Something about it has him wondering about your motives. Was this your way of tentatively making a move? “Ya don’t have to repay me. I wanted to do this for ya.” He sits up, trying to make sure he says the right thing. “It’s…made me happy to do this for ya.”
You smile and squeeze his thigh. Taking this as a good sign, Clyde leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your reaction is better than he could have imagined. Not only do you return the kiss, but also wrap your arms around his shoulders. You seem to be tugging him closer as if urging him to touch you. It’s all the incentive he needs to pull you on top of him while sinking back into the bed. He groans into your mouth, flesh hand tangling in your hair while he slants his lips against yours. You melt into him, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and body heat. His tongue runs across the seam of your lips so you’ll part them and let his tongue slip into your mouth. Your hands move to the front of his dress shirt to start undoing the first few buttons. But when you find the undershirt he wears beneath, you whine at the material separating you from his skin.
You’ve waited so long to be close to him that you can’t help but feel frustrated. You break the kiss with a pout. Clyde chuckles at your impatience. “It’s alright, Darlin’. I’ve got ya.” He subtly ruts his hips up into you to let you know he’s as eager as you. “We have all night. I wanna treat ya right. Give ya what ya need.” His metal prosthetic hand squeezes one of your asscheeks before starting to scrunch the fabric of your dress up. The feeling of him pulling up your dress, reminds you of the surprise you’ve hidden. “I wore something especially for you.” Your cheeks heat up with your admission. “Do….Do you want to see?” You do your best to be confident. This would be the first time you’ve ever been this exposed in front of him. Half dazed, Clyde nods, excited to see that you’ve put together your own surprises for him. Still on your knees, you lift your dress above your head before tossing it on the floor. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and look at him innocently. All you can do is pray that he likes what he sees.
From the way his jaw drops and his eyes dilate, he likes what he sees very much. His eyes drag over every detail of your body and the baby pink lingerie. He reaches out to feel the material between two fingers. “I ain’t never seen a more beautiful sight.” “Really? You like it?” Clyde nods, “Ya look like a lil’ Princess.” His voice drops to a lustful whisper. “Ma lil’ Princess.” The fingers that play with the edge of the lingerie, moves to grip your hip. You’re close to tackling him to the bed, but he asks if you’ll help him with the rest of his shirt. You immediately spring into action, ridding him of his dress and under shirt, revealing the smooth, soft skin of his chest and torso. He nervously licks his lips. “I know I’m no movie star—” You silence his words with a finger pressed to his lips. “We’re going to have some problems if you talk badly about my boyfriend.” Clyde chuckles at your playfulness and lets you continue. “I love what I see and I want to see more.” That catches his attention. His smile turns into a sly grin and pushes your finger away from his mouth. “Ah, so I have a greedy Princess on my hands, hm?” You giggle and look down shyly. The hand resting on your hip tugs you forward in time with him leaning up to capture your mouth. His kiss is slow but firm. You enjoy the pace since it lets you enjoy the softness of his lips and the scratch of his facial hair. Your hands lazily run over his chest, wanting to get to know his body. Your fingers find themselves at the waistband of his Levi’s, trailing lower until you accidentally touch the bulge in the front of his jeans. You break the kiss with a gasp and find Clyde smirking at you. “Go on, Princess. Take what ya want.” You’re so desperate to see him and touch him that his permission feels like a blessing. Your hands make quick work of his belt and zipper before hooking your fingers into the waistband and start tugging off his jeans and boxers. His legs are impossibly long. It feels like it takes fucking forever to strip him of his pants, but once they’re off, you toss them onto the floor and turn your gaze back to him. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him.
His cock stands proudly, thick and jetting up towards his navel with a mess of dark curls at the base. You crawl back to him, laying beside him in the crook of his arm. He smiles and pulls you in closer while his metal hand comes up to stroke your cheek. You grip the wrist and turn your face to kiss the palm. “Should I take this off for you as well? Whatever makes you more comfortable.” Clyde swallows thickly at your words, his face flushing slightly. “I…I don’t want to make ya uncomfortable, and if it’s better for ya that I keep it on, then I don’t mind. I just wanna make ma girl feel good-” You quiet him with a firm kiss, pouring your affection into it. “Your comfort is just as important as mine and you already do make me feel good. Having it on won’t affect that.” He mulls it over in his head, trying to decide. Since losing his hand he’s struggled with feeling man enough. Especially because women had started to look at him differently. But not you. You accepted all of him. “I’d prefer it off,” he whispers to you. Carefully, you start to remove his prosthetic. You watch his expression to make sure you’re doing it correctly and not causing him discomfort. Once it’s off, you place it on the nightstand beside the bed. You turn back to him and start to kiss from his shoulder, down his arm to where his amputation scar is, and kiss that too. He gasps when your lips come in contact with his scar. No one had ever touched it or treated it like this…like it was just another part of him that deserved to be loved and treated with reverence. “Is this okay?” He breathes out a ‘yes’ that almost sounds like a moan. You kiss all around his scar while your fingers massage his flesh. Above you, Clyde’s lips part and his head tilts back. He feels so…loved that he isn’t sure how to handle it. What he does know is that he wants to make you feel just as loved as he does. You kiss back up his arm to his chest and move to straddle him. With your knees on either side of his thighs, you’re able to press your chest to his and nuzzle his nose with yours. But you’ve ignited something in your Valentine. Something that leaves him aching for more than your sweet kisses. Using his strength, he flips you onto your back with him on top of you. He wastes no time in kissing and nipping at your neck and chest. Your giggles from being flipped over quickly dissolve into whimpers. The contrast between his soft lips and the sharp bite of his teeth leaves you quaking. 
He continues his way down to your thighs and pulls them apart to nuzzle his nose into your center. You can’t help but feel embarrassed, knowing that the lace panties are most likely clinging to your already wet cunt like a second skin. He inhales deeply, sighing at the scent. “Ya smell so sweet, Princess. Can I taste ya?” You find it hard to form words, so you nod and lift your hips to help him slide your panties off. You bite your bottom lip and let your knees fall apart, revealing your bare cunt to him for the very first time. Clyde stares, mesmerized by how soft and wet your cunt is. Not wanting to waste another moment, he shoves his face into your cunt and eats you like a man starved. He licks at your entrance before shoving his tongue as far as he can inside of you, tasting every drop of slick you have to offer him. After a moment, he pulls back to look at you. “Ya have the best tastin’ pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eatin’.” If you wanted to respond, Clyde doesn’t give you the chance before burying his face back between your thighs. He looks at you through his lashes, watching you thrash as he sucks on your clit. He rolls the bud between his teeth before flicking it with his tongue. You moan out his name, melting and opening your legs even wider for him. Having better access, he slips a single finger through your tight walls. You grind into his hand, panting even though he only has one finger inside. “Can ma Darlin’ take more?” You aggressively nod, feeling desperate. “Y-yes, more. I want more!” He doesn’t need to be told twice and slides a second finger in. Your inner walls clench around his thick digits as he fingers you with quick, slick thrusts. 
The way you moan and writhe for him makes him work harder. He works his tongue with more fervor, flicking your clit and picking up the pace of his fingers. Your cunt drips down to his palm, allowing him to slip in a third finger. You arch your back and cry out. How he already knows your body so well is beyond your realm of comprehension. You can already feel your orgasm drawing closer. That feeling only intensifies when he crooks his fingers in just the right spot that his calloused fingertips rub your g-spot. “Fuck! Clyddddeeee, right there! I’m s-so close!” He hums encouragement at you, trying to tell you he wants you to cum but doesn’t want to stop giving you pleasure. The vibrations go straight to your cunt and that’s all you need to reach your peak. Your cunt clamps down around his fingers and unfiltered music spills from your open mouth as you chant his name like a prayer. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud but Clyde focuses on working you through your orgasm. It’s only once your body slumps back onto the mattress does he remove his fingers from your core. He sits up and licks his fingers clean. “Mmmh, fuck me. I could eat your pussy all fuckin’ day and still not have enough.” He crawls back up your body with his chin and beard shiny with your slick. You don’t have time to feel embarrassed because he’s already pressing a kiss to your lips and sliding his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself. Your tongues play with one another, the passion between you increasing. “I want to make you feel good too.” You hum against his mouth and mischievously slide your hand down his body until it comes in contact with his cock. You purr at the feeling of it throbbing in your hand. “So big. You’re going to end up stretching me out.” Clyde groans at your words, hips bucking forward into your grasp. He’s too excited to wait any longer, so he flips you over again, pulling you to straddle him while he rests against the pillows. “Will ma Princess ride me?” You nod with a giggle. “If that’s what my man wants.” “Yeah, that’s what I want,” he responds almost breathlessly while watching you line his cock up with your entrance. 
You sink down slowly, head falling back at the feeling of him filling you up. Your cunt desperately tries to get accustomed to the girth of him. Every ridge and vein has you whimpering.  “Fuck Darlin’, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Can’t believe ya takin’ all of me.” The praise makes you shiver. Your hands grip his chest, using the leverage to start moving faster.
You’re bouncing up and down on his cock now, causing him to groan whenever your cunt flutters around him. He starts thrusting his hips in time with your movements, so that as you fall back down on him, his hips rise, spearing you hard on his cock and making you bounce. “Fuck, look at your tits,” he swears while watching them, hypnotized by the way they bounce in the pink cups of the babydoll you wear. His hand gropes at one and then the other as you continue to ride him. With a growl, he pulls your breasts free and moves his hand into your hair to pull you down so he can nuzzle his face against them. His facial hair tickles your skin, but the warmth of his mouth suckling at your nipples feels so good. They quickly become taunt under his ministrations. You feel yourself dripping down his length, especially now that he’s thrusting his hips even harder. His fat cockhead hits your cervix with each sloppy bounce.
It has you babbling, “Clyde! Feels so good. Y-You’re so deep in my cunt!”
His nostrils flare, tearing his mouth from your breast and watching your cunt swallowing him whole. The sight causes him to bite on his tongue to stop himself from cumming. He stares up into your eyes. His gaze is so intense that it steals your breath away. “Wanna make ya cum. Will ya let me, Princess?” “God, yes. Please, I want to cum for you.” His hand moves down between your thighs while his other arm comes around your waist to keep you close. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches and rolls your clit between his two fingers. It has you throwing your head back and your thighs trembling. Your movements become more erratic, unable to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through your body. Your cunt starts clenching around him in longer intervals, telling him that your orgasm is near. “That’s it, Princess. Cum for me. Cum so I can fill ya up nice an’ full.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your forehead to his, trying to steady yourself, but your body is taking over. His fingers work you faster, your swollen clit pulses against the pads of his fingers. You’re so close, moments away away from reaching your peak. You brokenly whine his name, feeling overwhelmed, but Clyde is there, holding you and praising you. “That’s it. I’m here, Babygirl. Right here. Cum on ma cock.” His fingers roll your clit just right and suddenly you’re shuddering and cumming so hard that you almost lose your balance atop him. He moans as you cum around him. Your walls squeeze his cock in a vice grip. He tries to hold off his own orgasm, wanting to fuck you through yours first, but he can’t stop the natural reaction of his body. “Shit! Fuckin’ Christ!” he howls, filling you with ropes of sticky cum. His cock throbs inside of you as aftershocks rip through his body. You cling to one another, catching your breath until Clyde sinks back onto the pillows, pulling you with him so you’re resting on top of his chest. “Princess, that was….God damn.” He sighs happily with his eyes closed. His comment earns him a giggle and a kiss to his chest before you look back into his eyes. He presses a kiss to your forehead while his fingers stroke your back. “Y’alright?” You answer without hesitation, “More than alright. You made me feel so good.” A smile spreads across his face. “I’m glad. That’s all I wanted, to make ma girl feel good.” “Well mission accomplished, Mr. Logan.” You stroke his cheek, wanting to show him more affection. “And are you alright?” “I couldn’t be more perfect,” he whispers before leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips. The two of you resituate, you laying beside him within the crook of his arm. You lay a hand on his chest, directly over his heart.  A comfortable silence falls over the room. The two of you bask in the afterglow of your love making. Everything feels beyond perfect. You couldn’t want for anything else. Except…. “Clyde?” “Yes, Darlin’?” "Can we still go get that ice cream?” Laughter rips through him. His entire frame shakes with it. “Of course we can. Whatever ma pretty lil’ Valentine wants.”
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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.
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“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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?”
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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.”
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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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peppermint-toads · 2 years
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tummy flutters
an: virgin clyde discovers the female orgasm
cw: piv sex, virgin clyde, slight overstim, not proof read don’t laugh
Clyde was inexperienced, to say the least. It wasn’t a bad thing, not at all. He just didn’t quite understand what a woman’s orgasm looked like or felt like.
He never realized how intense a woman’s orgasm could be until the first time you came undone on top of him.
You had taken it slow that night, carefully showing Clyde all those special spots on your body. Eventually, you ended up sinking down oh so slowly on his cock.
He stared in awe as your stomach fluttered and your pussy clenched around him when you came. He was mesmerized. He couldn’t care about the way his dick was throbbing inside of you anymore. He could only care about that precious look on your face and the way your body twitched.
When he got himself off, alone in his trailer, his stomach didn’t convulse or tremble like yours did, he didn’t shriek or squeal. But it always felt good when he orgasmed, so he couldn’t imagine what you must’ve been feeling to cause a reaction like that.
“Keep- keep going, Clyde. Just a little—ah—faster!” 
Keep going? He got to see you make those faces and hear those noises again? He assumed you’d be tapped out after one orgasm like he usually was.
The entire night he was letting you guide him, letting you do the work. Suddenly, though, he had an unquenchable need to be the sole cause of your pleasure.
His determined hand gripped your hip and he shoved his hips upward into your soft, soft heat. You nearly gagged, your once compliant Clyde was thrusting upwards sharply and holding you in place with a tight grip on your hip.
Your hands flew to squeeze his shoulders, and you met his focused gaze. A few more seconds and you were cumming again.
He was fascinated, and he was going to pull as many orgasms from you as he could.
You were impressed and slightly concerned. Being a virgin, Clyde should’ve finished at least three times over by now. You weren’t even expecting to finish yourself, and you still would’ve been happy with that.
But there he was, playing to your body’s every desire with no concern for himself.
After your fourth orgasm, you collapsed onto his chest, humming with satisfaction. You were barely conscious at that point, so when you saw the expanse of his neck on display so sweetly, you couldn’t help but lick a soft stripe from his collarbone up to his ear.
His eyes widened and his breath was hitching in his throat and his hips were stuttering. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up, short strokes making sure his spend was fucked deep inside you.
His giant palms slid up and down your back as you nodded off on his chest. He wanted to wake you up and make sure you were all nice and clean, but he didn’t have the heart once he saw your sleepy, sated smile.
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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”.
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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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pxgeturner · 2 years
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“Surprise”
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Pairing: Clyde Logan x Shy!F!Reader
Warnings: presence of alcohol. Being left alone. Use of feminine nicknames (e.i. lady) and pronouns reader is depicted as short.
Themes: Fluff, meet cute, age gap.
Synopsis: You and your friends are on vacation and find yourselves in small town West Virginia during your cross country voyage. You get dragged out to a bar and meet a nice woman a few years older than you who introduced you to the sweetest man you ever could meet.
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Some trip this is, your friend’s knew you’d rather stay at the hotel than go out. But being the outgoing people that they are, they found a bar to go to. One of them leaned over next to you on the bed and showed you it on google maps. It’s on the outskirts of town, so you can already tell exactly the type of bar it was going to be dark, musky with sweat and cigarette smoke, and filled with burly truckers craving a nightcap. All in all, not the type of place you’d typically consider. Honestly it was quite the last place you wanted to be.
But you have to go, being alone in a hotel when you are on a trip with an entire group of friends is too pitiful to bear.
So you all pile into the SUV, you with a book in hand. The drive to the bar isn’t long, considering the town is tiny. Normally, you’d be thankful for something like that, but today you aren’t. Less time driving means more time around in public. Soon enough you are pulled into a stool at the bar and your friends are flurrying around you talking amongst themselves, not sitting. One of your guy friends whispers in your ear about a surprise and coming back and moves away from you. You try to reel him back in but he starts talking to the bartender and you retract yourself.
“Could you get her a tequila sunrise and make her a new one if she finishes it? We gotta go but we’ll be back spoon so if you could watch her and make sure nobody bothers her?” he gives a tip as compensation and your friends duck out of the establishment. You weakly try to hold onto someone’s wrist but they slip out of your grasp. You sigh and open to your page on Wuthering Heights as a bright glass of ombre red to yellow liquid is placed in front of you. You thank the man and start reading.
You take care to drink slowly and take small sips so that you aren’t drunk by the time your friends are back with your “surprise”. Every time the little bell of the door dings to signify an entry you look over hoping it’s your people.
“Hi,” you hear. You peek at the woman from the corner of your eye. You think the best words to describe her would be “country chic” although some would replace the “country” with “trailer park” and that makes you a little sad. You don’t know what to do, you’re not good with strangers. You don’t understand how you have as many friends as you do. So you ignore her, despite feeling horrible. “I get it, you’re alone and this place is unfamiliar and filled with scary-looking people. But ya can talk to me, if ya wanna, that is.”
You set your novel on the counter “I’m…” you introduce yourself with hesitancy. She holds out her hand and introduces herself as Mellie Logan, offering a seat with her and her brothers and boyfriend. She points to the end of the bar where two men a bit older than her are sitting. You nod in agreement, so the two of you relocate to sit with “Joe Bang'' and Jimmy Logan. When her boyfriend introduces himself you force yourself to keep from laughing. You felt very grateful that her brother had a more normal name.
“Jimmy’s the oldest, I’m the youngest. Clyde, the middle baby-”
“-Is right here” a big, big man comes around on the other side of the counter. You realized that this is the bartender, and that you haven’t really looked at him until now. He looks down at you and greets you, “I hope my siblings aren’t causing ya any trouble, miss.” his voice is a deep southern drawl that fits him perfectly. You shake your head and tell him that you appreciate Mellie reaching out.
Joe claps his hands together, “Now where were we? Jimmy was just admitting how much of an idiot he was I believe.” Melanie slaps him in the back of the head. you giggle at the antics, they remind you of your friends.
“Why don't we let Miss…” you fill in your name for him and he smiles at you, this sweet, welcoming smile that has the butterflies in your belly waking up, “ tell us a little bit about herself?” you take him up on the offer and start sharing.
“I just graduated from college, my friends said I needed ‘something different’. So they’ve been dragging me all over the country.” you giggle thinking of all the stupid stuff you’ve done on this trip. “I know it might sound like I’m annoyed but it’s been really fun, before so much prevented me from seeing my friends: school, family. But we're out here growing together and getting closer and it really is what I needed.”
“Why'd they leave ya behind then?” Clyde asks skeptical of this sort of abandonment if you all are so close.
“They’re probably setting up some sort of midnight activity.” Clyde gives you a look. “For real! I’m serious, they like to do a bunch of night games and stuff, like this one time we AirBnb’d a barn and they set up a drive-in movie thing with a projector, super fun.”
“How do ya like yer trip so far? How many states have ya been ta?”
You take a moment to count on your fingers to answer Jimmy’s question? “ We’ve visited seven so far, by the time we’re in New York it’ll be ten.”
“Yer coming from out west?” Clyde asks, you nodd. “It’s an odd route to go through here.” you tell him how you all decided to come through here because your best friend got a job and so you two are relocating to this town.
“Why are you staying with them?” Mellie asks.
“We’re practically always together, and this place seems like it would be good fuel for inspiration for this book I’m writing.” you explain.
That gives Clyde a thought, “Speaking of, what were ya reading earlier?” you pull the book up from you, and he smiles again “I love Wuthering Heights.” then it’s your turn to smile.
You chat amongst yourself about various topics, such as how Clyde owns the bar and you enthusiastically congratulate him on being an entrepreneur and comet on how you adore the name of the bar. 1After a while Mellie, Joe Bang, and Jimmy left because they had work in the morning.
That left you and Clyde allll by yourselves, not counting the few patrons still hanging around.
“So, uh, what other books do ya enjoy?” prompts the bartender.
“Oh, um, your typical girl-y literature: Austen, SJM, others.” SHIT. Fuckkkk, why did I bring up SJM, now I gotta explain that I read fairy porn. You inwardly cringe waiting for him to ask who she is but all he does in a hum in response. “Oh! There’re these authors that I absolutely love, Soman Chainani and Nicola Yoon. my favorite books by them are The Sun is Also A Star and The School for Good and Evil. you should totally check them out, I think anybody would like them.” pause… “What about you? What’s your favorite book?” you want to kick yourself for rambling.
“I’m currently reading It Ends with Us.” your jaw goes slack.
“You’re a Colleen Hoover fan?” he blushes and nods and you make a series of small rapid claps.
After that it feels like a door was opened between the two of you. The both of you spend the next hour flirting and bouncing off book suggestions. You never knew it could be so easy. Clyde gives you a refill (virgin on your request as you didn’t want to be drunk) and asks you why you like the drink so much.
“I don’t really like the taste of alcohol.” he nods and takes a sip of his beer. “How do you like that stuff?”
“I dunno, I just do. Here, gimme one moment lil’ lady.” he moves over to another section of the bar and tends to some customers, returning with a dark liquid in a cup with a thin layer of foam on top. Clyde set it in front of you, telling you to try it. You refuse, sticking out your tongue and shaking your head playfully.
“I think you’ll enjoy it, it’s chocolate stout.” The mention of chocolate immediately changes your mind and you take a small sip. “Well?” he prompts when you set the cup down. You playfully tell him it’s not too bad.
Your friends come in with a burst of sound, yelling and laughing. They swarm around you saying that it is time to go, pulling you out of your seat. You call out to the sweet bartender informing him of the hotel you’re staying at incase he wants to visit you tomorrow and wishing him a goodnight and sweet dreams.
Your two best friends squish you, occupying each of your arms and ask you how you liked your surprise.
“I thought that’s where we were going?”
The girl to your right leans into your ear and whispers “He was the surprise, Babe.”
The man on your left leans down to your other ear, “I met him in the grocery store on my popsicle run earlier today and totally thought ‘this guy is so her type’ so I approached him and devised a plan with him, he was really eager to meet you, Tiny.” you scowl at the stab at your height.
Right before walking through the door you look over your shoulder at Clyde Logan, who winks and waves his mechanical hand at you. You smile and face forward with renewed excitement about the move.
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daydreamsofren · 2 years
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Heyyyy dropping by to request a ?reverse? fluff for Clyde? Idk but I'd really luv to comfort him after a bad/busy day at work😔 he'd totally be down to fall asleep on the couch with you all snuggled🥺💗 xx
Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy this little piece. 💕
Clyde Logan x Reader
Words: ~500
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Clyde worked hard. Despite the small fortune he mysteriously had stashed away, he still made every effort to make the Duck Tape a well run and profitable establishment. That meant waking up early to do inventory, or helping to tend the bar late or fill in from time to time when someone called off. He was a busy man, always on the move, always doing something, but that’s how he liked it and you wouldn’t change a thing.
On nights that you weren’t there beside him to pitch in at the bar, you were usually settled in on the couch waiting up for Clyde to come home. When he walked through the door tonight, he found you curled up in the corner of your couch, a movie playing in the background as you scrolled through your phone.
Looking up at the sound of Clyde walking in, you tossed your phone to the side letting a smile spread across your lips. Your joy of seeing Clyde quickly faded when you saw how exhausted he looked. His soft brown eyes were tired, his broad shoulder slumped, and his lips more pouty than normal.
As you started to stand up to greet him, Clyde held up a hand to stop you while he kicked off his boots. After shrugging off his jacket and discarding his button up shirt, he stalked over to the couch and plopped down next to you. He tossed his head back to rest on the back of the couch and let out a weary sigh, closing his eyes.
“Rough night, love?” You asked, taking his right hand in yours. You started to massage it, pulling a deep hum from Clyde’s pouty lips.
“The customers were extra rowdy tonight, darlin’.” Clyde sighed again, enjoying the much appreciated hand massage. You wanted nothing more than to comfort your man after a long night at work.
“C’mere,” you said softly and pulled him closer to you. Clyde laid down across the couch, curling his long legs up, too tall to stretch out. You guided his head to rest in your blanket covered lap, and let him sink into the cushions until he was comfortable.
Leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, before moving to unstrap his prosthetic arm and setting it on the end table next to the couch. Your hands then worked their way through his dark, feathery locks, and massaged his scalp. You ran your fingertips over his big ears, and paid extra attention around his temples and down around his neck and shoulders, helping to release the night's tension away.
After a while, you mindlessly carded your fingers through his hair over and over, while you watched your movie. It was only when Clyde started to snore softly that you realized he’d fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake him, you pulled another blanket off the back of the couch, draping it over him the best you could and settled in for the night. You continued running your hands through his hair until you eventually drifted off to sleep as well.
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For when you reach 500! Clyde makes his cranky over tired girl stop working and go to sleep 😴
Clyde just wants you to love you as much as he loves you!
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"Darlin' I swear to god! I can see the lamp on" Clyde called out, half whispering half shouting.
You rolled your eyes and slightly closed the lid of your laptop. You'd hoped he would stay asleep long enough for you to finish what you needed to do and then silently slip back into bed beside him.
But he'd stirred a little and when the cold gap next to him greeted his outstretched hand he had huffed, waited to see if you were just in the bathroom but when he tiptoed to make sure you were alright, not sick or nothing, and saw the bathroom light was off he knew just where you were.
Clyde padded down to the living room where he could see the soft beam of warm light from under the closed door.
When you looked up he was leaning in the doorway, blinking sleepily at you. Presenting him with your best angel-like innocent grin you said, "I'll be five more minutes, go back to sleep"
"Baby I will not, come on, ya comin' with me"
Rolling your eyes again you kept typing, "Just five minutes, I promise"
He retorted with a huff, "Don't ya get cranky with me now lil girl"
Pouting you peaked up at him, "Shhhhhhh! Go back to bed"
You didn't even realise he'd gotten closer until the laptop was being whisked out your hands, a simple "Nope!" was all you got before he scooped your squeaking, squealing frame up into his arms.
"Clyde!" he protested, trying to hide your giggles.
He tapped the off switch for the lamp with his toe and then hitched your further into his grasp making you cry out. The darkness made the deep timbre of his voice feel even lower.
"Come on ma little worker bee. Sleep now, work later"
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safarigirlsp · 6 months
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Wicked Fairytales
My fun little series in which I give my own twisted twist on some classics.
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Bah Humbug
Flip Zimmerman x Reader
Kylo Ren x Reader
Charlie Barber x Reader
Clyde Logan x Reader
Henry McHenry x Reader
Jacques Le Gris x Reader
Commander Mills x Reader
Word Count: 35.4k
Warnings: NSFW. Extra Smut. Language. Angst. Romance. Graphic Violence. Murder. Main Character Death. Light Violence Against Reader. Old Timey Sexism. Bastardization of Classic Literature.
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Based on A Christmas Carol
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A Comedy of Eros
Jacques Le Gris x Reader
Word Count: 13.5k
Warnings: NSFW. Humor. Romance. Soulmates. Violence. Non-Con Elements. Physical Aggression Toward Reader. Possessive and Jealous Behavior. Dominant Men. Bitchy Women. Conniving Wizards. Drugging - Kids today might call it Sex Pollen. Confusion. Duplicity. Bestiality. Orgies. Cuckolding. Exhibitionism. Misogyny. Old Timey Sexism. Toxic Men. Jacques/Pierre Canon as Developed by Silky and Myself aka Shithead Behavior. Bastardization of Shakesperean Tropes. Misuse of Shakespearean Quotes, try to count them all. Fear Not, No Attempts at Ye Olde English Contained Herein. ☠️Rey☠️
Don’t let the warnings scare you! This is Romance and Comedy.  
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Based on A Midsummer Night's Dream
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Outrun the Devil
Lawyer Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 14.9k
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Blood. Gore. Murder. Beheadings. Supernatural Themes. Romance.
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Based on The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
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Love & War
Regency Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 15.5k
Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Non-Graphic Mentions of Violence and Death. Old Timey Sexism. Fluff. Romance. Humor. Stilted Language.
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Admiral Ren in Love
Top notes of Pride & Prejudice with undertones of Cinderella.
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The Beast
Vampire Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: None! Shocking! Some light horror and sexy themes.
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Notes of Beauty and the Beast, Dracula, and The Raven in my best Poe-ish attempt.
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Music of the Night
Victorian Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 14.4k
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Graphic Violence. Fires. Guns. Murder. Old Timey Sexism. Romance. Dark Phantom of the Opera Vibes. Victorian Kylo.
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Based on The Phantom of the Opera
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Here There Be Monsters
Pirate Captain Jacques Le Gris x Reader
Word Count: 51.4k
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Action. Adventure. Romance. Light Violence. Swords. Guns. Orgies. Bar Fights. Pirate Shenanigans. Old Timey Sexism. 
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This is the result of my love for Pirates of the Caribbean. Yes, it's a classic.
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Maneater
Commander Mills x Lawyer Reader
Word Count: 37.5k
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Violence. Blood. Gore. Graphic Dinosaur Violence. Enemies to Lovers. Idiots in Love. Sexism in Survival Situations. Hot Toxic Masculinity. Character Crossovers. The Commander Mills Jurassic Park AU that had to happen.
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Mixing two of my favorites together for a fun AU - Commander Mills and Jurassic Park! Yes, it's a classic.
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Ghost Town
Gunfighter Flip Zimmerman x Reader
Word Count: 14k
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Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Alcohol. Graphic Violence. Gun Violence. Lots of Violence. Horror Themes. Possession Themes. Supernatural Themes. Shameless References to The Shining. This is a Darker take on Flip than I usually write, but it’s Halloween!
Inspired by the Seven Deadly Sins.
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Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Language. Chasing kink. Primal Play. If there’s such a thing as Lumberjack kink, it’s in here. Extreme bastardization of fairy tale dialogue.
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If I were Little Red Riding Hood...
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Cinderella
Kylo Ren x Reader
HCs Only
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: NSFW. Language. Light Smut. Fluff. Happy Murder Thoughts. Humor.
Cinderella Themes.
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reveluving · 6 months
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masterlist ; reve's quirky reverie (fall '23 special!)
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about :
— come & venture into the darker, sinister or more erotic side of the blog with yours truly for this year's month of the spooky! 🕷
— randomly uploaded between oct & nov!
pick your poison :
the bump in the night ; rick flag x f!reader (ft. flag family)
a/n: tooth-rotting fluff, reverse comfort & humour [main]
top notes ; peter hale x f!reader x deucalion
a/n: blood kink (implied smut; minors DNI!), strong language & minor character death [main]
if the skirt fits ; andy barber x f!reader
a/n: costume kink (mild smut; minors DNI!), fluff & mild humour [main]
can't take my eyes off you ; clyde logan x f!reader
a/n: smut/implied smut(?), tooth-rotting fluff & humour
eight o'clock ; batfamily x batmom!reader
a/n: major character death, reverse comfort w/ a bittersweet ending [main]
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all! are based on fics I have made in the past (except for clyde logan!), which can be found by clicking the [main]. canon or not to my series, that's up to you! and as usual, this masterlist is for 18+ only.
disclaimer! as someone who has never experienced fall nor celebrate Halloween, I heavily rely on research in my writing (i.e. shows/movies, books). still, I hope you can find enjoyment in my work!
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˚ · . curious about past fics or any other characters I write for? come & check out my full m.list!
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brewsterispunkk · 3 months
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diamonds and stones (masterlist)
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pairing: clyde logan x f!reader
rating: 18+ éxplicit!
warnings: short description of domestic violence, PTSD, eventual smut, soooo much angst,
summary: “I think I might always be in some kind of love with you,” — F. Cabanes or, a story of friendship and second chances.
CHAPTERS:
prologue
part one
interlude: the letters (coming soon)
extras:
spotify playlist!
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mrs-gucci · 1 year
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Hello Mrs Gucci!! :) i was wondering if i could request Clyde Logan snowy day smut! something along the lines of soft love making in winter next to a warm fireplace? Thank u! <3
hello hello! fic has been written and posted, here's the link :)
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waywardrose · 8 months
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MASTERLIST
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Under the cut are x-reader fics for:
Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansman)
Pale (Burn This)
Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die)
Adam Sackler (HBO’s Girls)
Jacques le Gris (The Last Duel)
Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)
Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)
Abraham H. Parnassus (Saturday Night Live)
Kylo Ren (Star Wars)
Armitage Hux (Star Wars)
Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)
Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You)
+ Miscellaneous fics (and more! 👀)
updated: January 30, 2024
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BLACKKKLANSMAN
reader x flip zimmerman
🌹 A Reintroduction
rating: teen+, 1.5k, gender-neutral!reader, flip is dishonest, but also thirsty, drug-dealing mention
Flip. Your Flip is with the cops. He has a gun and a badge and everything.
That didn’t make any sense.
🌹 Flashfic: Flip could get it ✊
🌹 Flashfic: How do you think Flip would react to his wife’s changing body during pregnancy?
🌹 Flashfic: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
🌹 Flashfic: How do they picture their future with their s/o?
🌹 The Handler
rating: explicit, 4.4k, sexism, violence, abusive language, blood (bc of the violence), drug mention, guns mention, child sex-trafficking mention, rape threat, jealousy, fighting
You propped your cowboy boot on the table edge and took a long drink of beer. No one sitting at the  table with you paid your rudeness any mind. In fact, Johnny Claiborne  promptly placed his callused hand on your bare knee.
🌹 It’s Too Late To Turn Back Now
rating: teen, 2.1k, past physical-abuse mention, brief injury description, off-screen murder, period-typical sexism
The first time Flip saw you, you were bruised and cuffed. The scuttlebutt around the precinct was you had run over and murdered your abusive ex-boyfriend.
🌹 Queen of the Roller Derby
rating: mature, 2.3k, vague injury description, anachronistic sports teams and organizations
He couldn’t believe… Well, a lot of things. First, that he’d been invited. Second, that he was looking forward to the bout. Third, that he was anxious for your well-being.
🌹 NSFW Alphabet Series
ABC | DE | FGH | IJK | LMN | OP | QRS | TU | V | WXYZ
Bonus: My five favorite things about Flip Zimmerman
rating: explicit, 32k, stand-alone vignettes, oral sex, fluff, angst with happy ending, masturbation, daddy kink, public and semi-public sex, kind-of somnophilia, drug use, under-negotiated bondage and spanking, soft domming, ass play
Your legs went limp on Flip’s shoulders, and you felt him eased them down to the bed. He ran his big hands up your sides and then under your back as he bent forward.
🌹 Still the Same
rating: explicit, 13k, fem!reader, high-school!flip+reader, vaguely 1969 (with  inaccuracies), fingering, handjobs, pining, military draft/service (with inaccuracies), colorado setting, period-typical drug use, magical first time, angst with happy ending
He cracked the window, letting in the crisp spring air. It was too dark to see where specifically he was looking, but he had turned to face  you. One hand remained on the steering wheel, the other over the back of the seat.
He offered, “Wanna get in the back?”
“Sure,” you said, dropping your purse on the floor, and opened your door.
🌹 Three-day Weekend
rating: explicit, 3.2k, daddy kink, daddy dom, reader is not a little, off-screen negotiation, edging, oral sex, mild spanking
You  woke to a hot hand sliding across your bare middle and lips kissing your shoulder. There was the tickle of whiskers, and you turned your head towards disruption. With a sigh, you opened your eyes to watch Flip kiss your shoulder again. He looked up at you as his hand traveled under the sheet bunched below your waist.
“Mornin’, baby,” he said. His voice was sleep-rough yet tender.
🌹 Triple-Feature
rating: mature, 2.8k, old-fashioned living arrangements, making out
The Aircadia Drive-In was running a classic-horror triple-feature this Saturday night. You read in the paper they were playing The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, and Dracula. That evening, you rang Flip and asked him out on a date. You even offered to pay.
🌹 You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet
rating: mature, 2.8k, detective reader, estranged married couple, smoking, period-typical sexism, dirty talk
…you balanced your mother’s big Tupperware container filled with homemade Samoas cookies. They were Flip’s favorite, and he detested sharing them. But he would have to—because you were famous around the station for your cookies.
You hoped he only got one. It would serve him right.
🌹 You Can Leave Your Skates On
rating: explicit, 2k, almost uniform kink, roller derby mention, clothed female naked male
The sink counter was strewn with make-up and hair tools and the pair of scissors from the kitchen. Before he could ask what the hell all this was for, you kissed his cheek and closed the bathroom door behind him.
Spiritual sequel to Queen of the Roller Derby
🌹 You Light Up My Life
rating: teen, 1.4k, sneakiness, secrets, fluffy married life
The first time you knew something was up was when Flip started his car and hurried to change the radio station.
🌹 You’re the Inspiration
rating: teen, 854, past alcohol abuse, fluffy afternoon
Flip sat in his switched off car and stared at the dark house. He wanted to break something.
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BURN THIS
reader x pale
🌹 In the Night We Trust | playlist on spotify
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
rating: explicit, 57k, pretty woman au, prostitute reader, 1980s/90s, drug use  mention, alcohol consumption, inherent power imbalance, soft dom, choking (not breathplay), safe sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, public dirty talk, rough sex, mild spanking, fighting, abusive language, attempted sexual assault, aftercare
“So tell me, Pale, are you in town on business or pleasure?”
“Business…” He looks at your lips. “Until now.”
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THE DEAD DON’T DIE
reader x ronald peterson
🌹 A Grave New World
rating: teen+, 804, canon-typical violence, missing parents
You’d only gone on one date—a really nice date, too—with Ronnie Peterson and then the zombie apocalypse happened. Like, what the actual fuck?
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GIRLS (HBO)
reader x adam sackler
🌹 Flashfic: …imagine him trying to cuddle and smooch his gf in public and she’s like “😬😬 what are you doing…? Mmm, I guess it’s not so bad”
🌹 Flashfic: please. please tell me about licking sackler’s sack. its all i can think about. my mind has been infected by thoughts of adam sacklers balls in my mouth
🌹 Improving His Taste
rating: teen+, 2.2k, post s05e10, arguments with SO, making out
You were so sick of Adam Sackler and his tempestuous girlfriends.
🌹 Let Me Explain
rating: teen+, 1.2k, light angst, happy ending
“Whoa, let me explain!” Adam implored while teetering in patent leather stilettos, a chef’s knife with slices of carrot sticking to it in his hand. He grabbed the kitchen counter with his left to steady himself.
🌹 There Is A Light (That Never Goes Out)
rating: explicit, 4.3k, canon-typical buffoonery, jealousy, brief non-con element, femdom-ish reader, oral sex
“Take off your clothes,” he murmured after kissing you. “And crawl to my bed.”
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THE LAST DUEL
reader x jacques le gris
🌹 Fair Is Foul
rating: teen, 1.8k, historical inaccuracies, timeline inaccuracies, anachronisms, medieval  flirting, sad/open ending, minor spoilers(?), rape mention
The other ladies at court told you not to demean yourself by keeping company with a squire. You pointed out that said squire had Count Pierre’s favor. Said squire might even be favored above any knight.
🌹 To Honor and Innocence
rating: mature, 5.3k, fem!reader, young!jacques, historical/jousting inaccuracies, ✨the  middle ages were magic✨, catholic imagery, reader has a spring/summer birthday, just roll with me, making out, thigh riding, euphemisms galore
You needed to look away, but you couldn’t. He was striking with the sudden high color in his cheeks and glittering eyes. His smile softened around the edges, and your heart soared at the sight.
Look away, you’d told yourself. Look away before you lose yourself.
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LOGAN LUCKY
reader x clyde logan
🌹 A Newer World
rating: teen, 1.3k, PTSD symptom mention
Jimmy leaned across the patio table, bottle of Coors in hand. “So, when you gonna make an honest woman outta her?”
🌹 Lucky Me Lucky You | duck tape jukebox on spotify | ambient mix by Sushii
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Bonus: NSFW Alphabet [2.1k]
rating: explicit, 33k, counter-espionage, angst with happy ending, alcohol consumption
You’d had big plans for your future. He’d had big plans, too. During senior year, you’d overheard him talking before class about joining the Army. You had thought about him in that service uniform and how handsome he would look.
Thirteen years later, Clyde was tending bar, sans uniform and missing part of his left arm. At the same time, you were working at the data-entry/call-center down the road from the house you inherited from your late grandmother.
So much for big plans.
🌹 When I Saw You
rating: mature/explicit, 3k, hairdresser!reader, touch-starved!clyde, post movie, erotic fantasies
In his fantasies, he always has both hands.
Which he knows is ironic.
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MARRIAGE STORY
reader x charlie barber
🌹 Finding Treasure in the Dark
1 | 2
rating: explicit, 18k, submissive!female-reader, dom!charlie, under-negotiated bdsm, impact play, nipple play, oral sex, anal sex, piv sex, restraints, rope bondage, edging, semi-public fingering, sex toys, handjobs, public teasing
“Yes!“ she hissed in delight. "I told Professor Barber straight out I didn’t do that crap. Or let him boss me around. That’s why I dropped him, you know. If he wants some Stepford to indulge his impulses, he should go to Fetster or whatever.”
Your eyes went wide, and you shifted in your seat, faux-yawning and stretching your arms to cover the movement. You knew Charlie Barber.
🌹 Sweet Angel
rating: explicit, 3k, fluff, dog adoption, insecure!Charlie, piv sex
Since moving to a house with a fenced yard, Henry has been focused on getting a dog. First, it was getting a puppy for Christmas. When that hadn’t panned out, a dog for his birthday. Nicole wouldn’t install a real fence at her place, but tried to distract him with a new iPad.
That worked for a month.
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SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE
reader x abraham h. parnassus
🌹 Flashfic: …what would young!Abe do for his wife on [Valentine’s Day]??
🌹 Flashfic: Abe Parnassus vibes jacquesdemys.tumblr com/post/125815250515
🌹 His Girl On A Friday
rating: teen+, 1.2k, corporate espionage, seduction
You’ve been sent by your father, Henry Pickens, to spy on his rival: Abraham H. Parnassus.
🌹 Indulgences
rating: mature, 1.5k, fem!reader, vaguely 1950s, old-fashioned euphemisms, dub-con-ish at first, public fingering, mild edging
It’s official: Don Carlos is boring. Yes, it’s a fundraiser. And of course, you agreed to purchase tickets. Anything to support The Met. But this opera, while beautiful, is dull.
🌹 My Baby Just Cares for Me Series
rating: explicit, sheltered-artist reader, vaguely 1950s, no vintage racism, written with old-fashioned sensibilities and euphemisms, oral sex, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex toys, vaginal fingering, first time
— Expanding One’s Horizons [5k]
“We all need to expand our horizons,” you said as you went to the dining room to turn off the lights.
“Indeed we do, my love.”
— Tension Tamer [3k]
The  mattress trembled under you. The softly lit face of your alarm clock said it was after three. You knew it must be work that had awoken him. The company was in the middle of a merger and tensions were high.
— A Treasure More Than Gold [2.2k]
You met your husband’s eyes across the dance floor of Hotel Astor’s ballroom. He’d let his five o'clock shadow develop into a short Vandyke beard in preparation for Babe Paley’s Halloween gala.
— Minx [2.7k]
Abe groaned into the coverlet as you pressed your thumbs on either side of his spine. His muscles were slowly losing their tightness. You didn’t think his desk chair at work was supporting him properly. Most likely, he never sat in it except to sign documents.
— It’s Magic [4.4k]
Don’t go to art school, they said.
— Two To Tango [7k]
You sat at the bistro table tucked in the corner of the pasticceria. Abe sat across from you, tiny plates of bite-sized cake on the table between you.
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STAR WARS
general
🌹 The Skywalker Ascension
rating: teen, 4.5k, tros revision, mc death, angst, lightsaber battles, retcon timeline
“All the Sith live in me,” he vows. “You will be empress, and we will be one.”
While disgust churns her gut, she will not hate, she will not give in.
To him or to anyone.
🌹 Unsanctioned
rating: general, 371, universe jumping, pre-tfa, my poor attempt at humor
You’re taking the walk of shame to the kitchen, arms full of dirty dishes.
kylo ren x armitage hux
🌹 Bombing Out
rating: mature, 1.4k, canon compliant, cannoli kylux, gambling, strip sabacc, alcohol consumption, afterlife, mutual pining, arguing
He didn’t know why he was playing sabacc. He didn’t like card games. There was hardly any strategy. No planning. Everything was left to chance. It was messy. And the gambling. He didn’t mind risk, of course, but one had to match their opponents’ bets. Which meant the opponent had too much control.
It was idiotic.
About as idiotic as his opponent, Ben Solo—
Who had literally lost his shirt last round.
🌹 Iron Moon Series on AO3 | photoset | spotify playlist by ayudameme
rating: explicit, 36k, canon universe, xeno-vampires, canon-typical violence, the first order wins, soft kylux, but with blood, knife play, blood drinking
He wanted to taste it, lick it all up. He wanted to run his tongue along the cauterized edges of the cut on Ren’s face. He wanted to follow it down under Ren’s ruined clothing.
reader x armitage hux
🌹 Flashfic: Armitage Hux is low key hot
🌹 Flashfic: I want Hux to throat fuck me
🌹 Succor
rating: mature, 2.4k, shy princess reader, fo-leader hux, the first order won, arranged marriage, dirty talk
You felt your dinner guests’ eyes on you, their judgements. You ignored them while hiding behind the courtly rituals you’d been taught since childhood.
reader x kylo ren | ben solo
🌹 All the Time in the Galaxy
rating: teen, 1.9k, kor reader, mutual pining, first kiss
“Lady Ren, pardon the interruption—” You didn’t know what he was  interrupting. You were both standing in silence. “—The techs have noticed something strange here on Starkiller.”
🌹 Call It In the Ring Series
rating: teen-mature, college au, art-majors kylo and reader, first date, sibling fights, nude photography, assisted masturbation, phone sex, fingering
— Hotshot House Show [2.5k]
You checked the address one more time on your phone. It was right, but definitely not what you expected when Kylo offered to make you dinner.
— Worked Shoot [5k]
Photography midterms were due in two weeks, and you only had one of the four photos you needed. You silently berated yourself because you’d known this was coming. It was on the damn syllabus.
But who actually read the syllabus?
— Clean Finish [2k]
You couldn’t believe you were about to do this, you thought as you stood naked in front of the clean bathroom mirror. You didn’t know if Kylo would like it. What if he didn’t?
— Vignette [938]
Ben was all “Morning, beautiful” with a grin Flynn Rider would be proud of. He sat close to you on the sectional sofa—even though there were plenty available places to sit.
— Bonus: I want nothing more than to strip off his clothes piece by piece, kissing any and all skin bared to me.
— Dirty Pre-show [1.3k]
You’d washed at the sink in the studio, but ugh, your jeans are splattered with slip. You’re pretty sure you have some on your face, in your hair. Hell, even one of your ears feels crusty.
How the ever living fuck does it get everywhere?
🌹 Dum Dums
rating: teen, 2.3k, gender-neutral reader, suburban high-school au, fluff, mutual pining, mild angst with happy ending
“Your boyfriend’s looking this way again,” Poe sing-songed before taking a big bite of his apple.
You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you reply as you set your bottle of water on the lunch tray.
🌹 Flashfic: Please the (fem-dom!reader) story from gc…. I NEED IT
🌹 Flashfic: FAM IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU… PLEASE PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT GIVING SMOOCHES TO FOREVER SAD BOY KYLO
🌹 Flashfic: How does Kylo spoil his lady?
🌹 Flashfic: So, what do you guys think is Kylo’s favorite way to kiss?
🌹 Hello
rating: mature(ish), 1k, modern au, dream-sharing, pining, possessiveness, nightmare elements, magic/force shenanigans
A phone rang. Burr-ring. Distant at first. Burr-ring. Clanging. Jarring. Burr-ring. It was too dark to find it. You groped around in the cool, damp blackness to find nothing. Burr-ring. You cursed just before your hand slapped against something cold and metal.
🌹 Me and The Devil Series
rating: mature-explicit, modern vampire au, death mention, blood drinking, menstruation, oral sex, biting
— Flashfic: …I want vampire!kylo to do *very* unspeakable things to me :)
— Flashfic: Very bored tonight and [thinking] about vamp!kylo, if you have any, what’re your favorite five about him?
— You’re My Sweetness [2.1k]
“You’re sad,” he murmured, a note of confusion in his words.
“Funerals tend to do that.”
“Let me make it better.”
— Red Wings [1.4k]
So, you laid there and bled onto an overnight pad that had to be the length of a regulation cricket bat.
— Flashfic: Do you have any thoughts on vampire Kylo sensually playing with you with his teeth?
🌹 Not Like the Rest
rating: teen, 948, alcohol consumption, politics
So, Ben’s kept moving for years. He hustles. He’s on committees. He researches everyone around him. He schmoozes.
And he’s schmoozing during a dinner to honor a retiring staffer when he sees you.
🌹 On the Pulse of Mourning
rating: teen, 6.5k, ptsd, angst, disregarding an elder’s wisdom, force choking, force weirdness
He sat on the lowered ramp of his TIE and waited for the Resistance scouts to find him. He didn’t think it would take them long. He’d landed only two klicks from the base.
🌹 The Sofa King
rating: mature, 550, hs au, making out, frottage
Anonymous asked: Ben Solo is such a precious little baby I don't see him making the first move. He would be way too nervous. Like during a movie night you could literally be in his lap, rubbing his chest, purring into his ear and he would just keep his eyes locked on the screen, jaw locked, shifting uncomfortably, and he making silly comments about the movie.
reader x kylo ren x armitage hux
🌹 Precious Pet Series on AO3 | photoset | playlist on spotify
Bonus: NSFW Alphabet for Kylo and Hux [1.6k]
rating: explicit, 335k, canon universe, force-sensitive reader, departing from tfa, stockholm syndrome, force bond, everyone has issues
A hush suddenly fell over the village and you strained to hear anything. Was it over? Had the Order gotten what it wanted? You had a gnawing feeling it was only beginning.
The whoosh of energy—you couldn’t identify the noise, but you knew it wasn’t good—pierced the air. There was a collective horrified gasp and more scrabbling and then more blaster fire. Something had happened, something terrible. Someone’s death had triggered it all. Suddenly, there were screams and controlled violent blasters, and you covered your mouth to muffle your sob. The village was dead. Everyone you knew was dead. Lor San Tekka was gone. You felt it like a punch to the chest.
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STAR WARS/DREDD
armitage hux x clan techie
🌹 Little Blue
rating: mature, 1.3k, incest, abuse mention, jealousy, crushes
“I see you’ve been slumming it with the radar techs again,” Armie said from his perch on Techie’s bed.
Techie gnawed on his lip, stepping through the doorway of his berth, and let the door slide shut behind him. He knew it would be stupid to deny it. He was wearing the tech jumpsuit after all.
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STRANGER THINGS
reader x eddie munson
🌹 Through A Glass Darkly | playlist on spotify | masterlist
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28
rating: explicit, 163k, canon universe, fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn, friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, chasing, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, mild spanking, reader’s father is a dirtbag, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex, breaking up, angst with happy ending, running away, guns, fighting, everyone survives, suicidal ideation
Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?
Weird weird?
He shrugged. He liked weird.
In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.
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THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU
reader x phillip altman
🌹 Risking Thorns
rating: explicit, 12k, post-movie, ice skating, nice suburban upbringing, slut shaming, almost enemies-to-lovers, prickly reader, phillip gets a short leash, bastardization of a jewish holiday, fingering, semi-public sex, phone sex, spanking threat
Once she pulled out of the parking lot, you asked, “So, where are we going?”
“Altman’s? I thought you got your skates sharpened there, too?”
Mental alarms went off as you shook your head. You knew the Altmans…
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THE WITCHER
yennefer x geralt
🌹 Nailed Into Place
rating: explicit, 14k, modern new orleans au, inspired by s01e03 “betrayer moon”, mishmash of nola folklore, i’ve altered the striga curse (pray i don’t alter it further), references to s01e05 “bottled appetites”, timeline what timeline, alcohol consumption, incest mention, pedophilia mention, injuries, blood, ableist language, a sprinkling of geralt/jaskier
Geralt Rivia is the only witcher in New Orleans. He’s typically hard to find until Jaskier decides to announce on Instagram where he’ll be performing via selfies with Geralt in the background. Baron Ostrit, an associate of mob-connected Foltest Temeria, shows up to hire Geralt to rescue his daughter from slavers. Another princess to save. Geralt finds himself in a tangle lies, from the Marigny to the Garden District—and consulting with a mage he hasn’t seen in years…
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MISCELLANEOUS
🌹 Character Soundtrack
Songs and playlists for characters I (and others) associate with them. Feel free to message me with ideas!
🌹 BlacKkKlansman Supercut
Flip Zimmerman scenes only.
🌹 Logan Lucky Supercut
Clyde Logan scenes only.
🌹 Burn This - Audio
Bootleg audio recording of the play.
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♡·˚tags per actor·˚♡
no actual real actor x reader, only characters
ADAM DRIVER CHARACTERS
kylo ren  (smut, fluff, angst)
flip zimmerman  (smut, fluff, angst)
dan jones  (smut, fluff, angst)
adam sackler  (smut, fluff, angst)
clyde logan  (smut, fluff, angst)
misc. adam driver characters (smut, fluff, angst)
CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS
steve rogers  (smut, fluff, angst, social media au, multipart)
andy barber  (smut, fluff, angst)
ransom drysdale  (smut, fluff, angst)
ari levinson  (smut, fluff, angst)
lloyd hansen  (smut, fluff, angst)
SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTERS
bucky barnes  (smut, fluff, angst, social media au, multipart)
destroyer!chris  (smut, fluff, angst)
steve kemp  (smut, fluff, angst)
carter baizen  (smut, fluff, angst)
misc. sebastian stan characters (smut, fluff, angst)
JON BERNTHAL CHARACTERS
frank castle  (smut, fluff, angst)
ethan sawyer  (smut, fluff, angst)
TOM HARDY CHARACTERS
eddie brock  (smut, fluff, angst)
venom  (smut, fluff, angst)
(fics will only be tagged as venom if they actually include a relationship between venom and reader)
alfie solomons  (smut, fluff, angst)
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