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babbushka · 4 years

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Happy Sinday Miss Zannah! Can I please request a bubble bath with Clyde? Sweet or h0rny or both idk I just want to soak with my big bear. ❤ Lobbbb youuuuuuuuuu.

Clyde had been gone for quite some time, locked himself away in the bathroom. He didn’t tell you anything, didn’t give any sort of hint what he was up to. You figured maybe lunch didn’t agree with him, or something like that. You certainly weren’t going to pry into that sort of thing, and just decided to let him hide away in the bathroom.

But just when it was starting to get to be a disconcertingly long time that your husband had been gone, he poked his head out the door and called down the hall,

“Darlin’, could you come on in here?”

You paused the TV at the sound of his voice, ears perking up with excitement to hear Clyde. You got up off the couch and popped and cracked the joints in your back, your arms. Y’all had been cuddling up on the couch watching an old movie from your childhood that was randomly playing on one of the channels, when he randomly got up and left for the bathroom some twenty-minutes ago.

“Do…do I want to know?” You asked apprehensively, playfully, and Clyde laughed at the insinuation.

It was nice, hearing his laugh, filled you up with joy more radiant than the sunshine which was currently struggling to peek through an overcast grey sky.

“No it ain’t nothin’ like that!” He said, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice when he huffed out, “Just – please?”

Knowing you’d go check on him no matter what, you went into the dark bathroom and gasped a little, your hand coming up to cover your mouth.

“Oh Clyde, honey it’s beautiful.” You couldn’t help but turn towards him, eyes widening at the sight.

It was like he had transformed the master bath into a five-star spa, in those twenty minutes he’d been gone. The tub was filled practically to the brim with big sudsy bubbles which smelled so sweet and fragrant that the tension in your shoulders already began to drop away. There were rose petals scattered on the floor, and candles were lit placed all over the counter, providing a gentle golden glow.

Your husband got all shy then, bashful in that way of his where he scratched the back of his neck and the tips of his ears reddened.

“Well I just know how hard you’ve been workin’ lately and all, and I figured well since I’ve gone ahead and re-organized the cabinets and found them bath fizzies you love so much, I might give you a lil’ something to relax in.” He shrugged, as if this were something casual and not the most wonderful gesture you could have imagined for such an afternoon like this.

“Only if you relax with me.” You wrap your arms around his wide waist, grinning up at him. A bubble bath was plenty good on its own, but you didn’t want it if it didn’t come with your big bear too.

“I was hopin’ you’d ask.” He ducks down to kiss you softly, and the movie is all but forgotten as y’all carefully undress one another.

The water sloshes a little, spills over the edge of the tub but you don’t care, that’s something for future-you to deal with. In the present, your back snuggles up against Clyde’s chest, and you both simply lean against one another in the candlelight.

You pick up a handful of bubbles and blow them into the air, watch as the soapy circles sparkle as they float back down.

Clyde’s got his arms wrapped around your stomach, hand splayed out on the top of your thigh, just rubbing soothing circles as you breathe in time. It’s quiet, a safe haven away from the chaos of the outside world, from the stress of life.

Your eyes close as you settle further against his broad chest, and he peppers the side of your face with gentle kisses, light smooches that have you smiling. Your hand rubs calming motions into Clyde’s skin – his knees where they stick out from the water on account of his legs bein’ so long, his arms.

“You feelin’ okay?” You ask softly, soft touches on the scarred end of his forearm that make him sigh. “Arm’s not hurting you or anything like that?”

He’d been havin’ phantom pains lately, and it hurt you to see it. Hurt you to see him hurting. You hope that this bath was doing wonders for him too, hope the bath salts and the soak are doing him good.

“Don’t you mind me darlin’, I’m quite alright.” His voice is deep and appreciative when he responds, responds as he kisses you, never stopping the light rain of love upon your cheek, your temple. “I like bein’ close to you.”

“I like it too. I wish we could do this every night.” You whisper, like it’s your own little secret, your own secret desire that would surely be spoiled now that you’ve said it out loud.

“There’s no one stopping us, we could if you wanted.” Clyde only noses your cheek, “I’ll buy you a hundred fizzies and bubble bars and whatever the hell else you want, if you want.”

“You’re too good to me.” You say with a little laugh, letting your free hand tangle and twine with his fingers under the water.

Clyde wants to disagree, wants to say no – no you’re the one who’s too good to him. Especially with the way you smile up at him, kiss him, make him turn around so you can wash his hair and give him a good scalp massage that has him meltin’.

He wants to, but he doesn’t, because he knows that at the end of the day, you’re exactly right for the other. And if it takes a hundred bubble baths to prove it, well. He surely don’t mind a nice long soak, as long as it’s with you.

#clyde logan x reader #clyde logan/reader #clyde x reader #logan lucky #clyde logan #clyde logan imagine #clyde logan fluff #kyloxfem #cowboy answers

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oberynmartell · 4 years

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Kissing Clyde Logan from Logan Lucky PLEASE?!

clyde is rusty, out of practice, all stiff lips and tensed muscle, and you can sense the hesitation that fogs his touch— as though he’a just waiting for you to pull away, for you to change your mind. it takes a few moments of gentle coaxing for that fear to melt away from your soldier, from your love, it takes a moment for the anxiety to dissipate like fog burnt away by early morning sun. but when he melts against you, fully, completely, without an ounce of fear or hesitation, you know at once that it was worth every second of hesitation if only just for this.

he pulls you so close that for a moment he knocks the very breath out of you, his body well sculpted, all firm muscle and hard plains. you can’t help but reach for him then, tighten your hands around the lapels of his shirt and hug yourself closer, can’t help but slide your fingers over the muscle that bunches beneath your fingers, can’t help but feel how fast and hard his heart is beating. You’ve never been kissed so completely, so fully, and it’s like he’s been kissing you ever since that very first time he saw you, and you’d only been foolish enough to keep him waiting.

#clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #clyde x reader #kyloxfem #adumbdryer #drabbles: kiss types #drabbles

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ablogcalledrevenge · 4 years

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@babbushka @autumnlovesadam @kyloxfem

#there may come a day when i stop making stupid memes #today is not that day!#personal au #babbushka #kyloxfem #autumnlovesadam

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callmehopeless · 5 years

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53, 55, 71!

53. what is one possession you own you wouldn’t want to live without?

I honestly can’t think of many things I couldn’t live without. Maybe my stila eyeliner? I lose it from time to time and I honestly could just die. Or maybe my headphones? If I don’t have music to listen to my creativity just goes boof

55. what is your favorite season, why?

I absolutely love Spring in Australia (right now)! It’s almost always about 25 degrees centigrade, gorgeous blue skies. The birds are chirping, the bees are buzzing, everyone’s wearing flowy shorts and flower crows and has this hopeful look in their eyes. Plus, I’m a big fan of dumb big hats and dresses.

I love Summer too, though. Just anytime when it’s sunny makes my heart feel lovely.

71. what’s the craziest conversation you have ever eves dropped on?

The craziest? Oh man, there have been so many. The ones I think are probably the most impactful are ones I probably won’t mention here (they’re pretty hard hitting) but I remember overhearing one of my friends confessing his love for me to another friend, and that was...woah. I was VERY confused. Mind blown

#thanks friend! <3 #kyloxfem #mail

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steeevienicks · 5 years

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Kylo Ren yelling “traitor!” makes me feel things.

#kylo ren #oh bby #yas #star wars #the force awakens #kyloxfem

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thepilotanon · 5 years

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Not only do you write Clyde beautifully, but Flip too?! Lovelovelove.

-sobs- Thank you!! ;;”

#i think otherwise but THATS SO SWEET THANK YOU!!#kyloxfem #pilotanoncries

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solotriplets · 4 years

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Matt you have the cutest smile ever. It makes me happy. I just wanna give you a hug and play video games all day. I bet you’d be the best, best friend ever!

“Oh well I can’t speak to my skills as a friend, maybe my friends can? Holly and Zannah and Autumn are such good pals to me! What do you guys think? Am I a good friend?”

@babbushka @kyloxfem

#mod mattie #HEY ITS AUTUMN MATT IS MY BEST FRIEND AND THE SWEETEST BOY ON THIS EARTH

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emily-strange · 4 years

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@kyloxfem I just wanted some Jaffa Cakes 🙄😼

Not sure I can work under these conditions 🤦🏼‍♀️😂

#honestly #she wants to skype with the office #shes self isolating #always watching #i cant work under these conditions #corona virus #coronavirus #selfisolates #selfisolators #self isolating

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muppetchristmascarol · 4 years

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@babbushka didn’t actually tag me but like let’s pretend she did

Name: Autumn

Nickname: Autumn is a nickname, I also occasionally answer to Humbug but only at Gramma’s house

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Height: 5’5”ish

Languages: English and some REALLY rough Spanish

Nationality: Wisconsinite is a nationality right?

Fave flower: Peonies!

Fave season: hmmm can you take a guess

Fave scent: I like piney and cologney scents

Fave Perfume: I don’t really wear or like perfume

Fave designer: What like clothes? Idfk

Fave color: Greeeen!

Fave animal: my cat? Also dragons.

Fave fictional character: Ned the pie maker

Personality: ? Don’t know her

Hobbies: Various needlepoints, singing, baking

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: yes

Average sleep: not enough

Dogs or Cats: Yes

Number of blankets you sleep with: 1-2

Dream trip: Ikea food court

Blog established: this blog I think early 2016?

Followers: Aren’t they nice?

Random fact: my highschool AP English teacher dated Willem Dafoe

Tagging: @kyloxfem 💕

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bourbonboredom · 5 years

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Silver Lining Chapter 13

If you’re ever gonna find a silver lining, it’s gotta be a cloudy day

A ClydexReader fanfic

Word Count: 2,848

Warnings: talk of domestic abuse

Silver Lining Masterlist

Tag List: @oh-adam @kyloren-supreme-ben @xis23@elsablackswift @ladygrey03 @grey-reylo-solo @givemelifeorgiveme @attorneyl @ayatimascd @redhairedfeistynerd @kyloxfem

There seemed to be no end in sight for the Unlucky Logans. The agent would show up week after week, starting a tab that she never closed out at the end of the night.

“I’ll be back, no need to close it,” She’d wink at Clyde.

The tab only grew faster as she offered drinks to her favorite one-armed bartender. He'd accept some days, when he was feeling strong enough to entertain her, but would reject it most of the time.

Grey rocking quickly became the objective. Any prompt she offered, any bait she put down, Clyde played dumb. He acted as thought he knew nothing of what she was saying, keeping any answers neutral, offering her nothing in return.

He'd let his girl take over some days, when he didn't have the energy to fend off the agent. He felt bad afterward, it felt like he was putting her up for trial, but she always assured him she could hold her own.

‘Think of it as tag-teaming,’ She told him one night. ‘When you need a break, I’m right here to tap in,”

Nights became restless, alternating between falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and staying up until dawn worrying about the situation. They re-hid the money together, stashing it in the most discreet places they could find around her trailer. He felt guilty about that too. It was her house if it all went down. As the weeks turned into months, the "investigation" began to wear on the couple more and more.

"Why couldn't she be hangin' around the salon? Or botherin' Jimmy at his job? Why’s it gotta be my bar?" He'd grit out, hand clenching the arm of the sofa. He was sick of being the target, of this falling primarily on him.

"Because she thinks she's got you. But she doesn't. You’re gonna get though this. We're gonna get through this," She responded calmly, peppering his face with kisses.

“I sure hope so,” His face was drawn into a tight frown despite her kisses.

He wanted to pull her into his arms and know that everything was going to be alright, but that was getting harder and harder to imagine. He’d open the bar every night, hoping that the agent wouldn’t walk in. That she’d get bored of this game and he could be free again. Be free with her again. But the door would open and the agent would sit in her usual seat, smiling up at him like a shark.

It was an especially cold night outside. The frost had crept up the front window, making the light from the Coors sign appear hazy from the outside. Clyde kept the bar as warm as he could for his patrons, but it was still a little chilly. The heater wasn’t what it used to be and with the heist money stashed away, he had no way of paying to fix it. His usual patrons didn’t mind much, they’d warm up with beer and whiskey anyways. His girl would joke that it was Duck Tape’s attempt at icing the agent out.

‘The bar knows. It’s hoping she’ll get cold and go home,’ She laughed as she threw on a sweater the day after the plumber gave them the diagnosis.

She was wearing one of his favorites today, a baby blue sweater that fit her just right. The agent was having trouble finding clothes that shielded her from the climate. She’d always opt for low-cut shirts, no matter the heater’s condition.

Today was no exception for the agent. She shimmied out of her coat to reveal a black sleeveless top that was cut to show off her cleavage. He’d avoided looking at it for most of the night as he made polite conversation with the woman who was trying to ruin his life. Their chat slowly turned for the worse as they spoke.

“So I heard some gossip today,” She started slowly. She’d been shooting the breeze with him at the bar for about an hour, just small talk. He now realized she was probably trying to get him to loosen up for whatever she was about to say.

“Yeah, what about?” Clyde asked, cautious about what she might say.

“I heard a guy stopped over at the diner before leaving town a few weeks back. One of the waitresses said he walked in with a huge wad of cash in his hand, looking like he'd seen a ghost,”

The woman was watching him closely for a reaction. He could see his girlfriend stop stacking glasses at the counter out of the corner of his eye.

"He told her he was trying to visit his fiancée, and a guy with a metal arm paid him off to never come back,"

He did his best to look interested and not completely terrified.

"The waitress didn't see how much he had, but it sounded like way more than pocket change,"

"That's quite the story, this town loves to gossip,” He said as best he could. His heart was pounding in his ears, making it hard to hear himself speak. His mouth was becoming dryer by the minute.

"They sure do, and there aren't too many men with metal arms around here," She nodded toward his left hand.

"That's true," He said, choosing his words carefully. His dinner threatened to make a second appearance due to his stomach doing flips.

"But owning a bar in this county isn't quite that lucrative I'd imagine,"

"That's quite the assumption, what are you getting at?" His girl’s voice came from beside him before he could say another word.

She was tapping in. She stared the woman down, holding Clyde’s hand behind the bar where she couldn’t see.

"I'm just asking—" The agent tried to start.

"I don't think you're asking anything ma'am, it sounds like you're implying something," His girl’s voice was even and calm as she spoke.

"I'm just asking why someone in this town would pay off someone's fiancée to go away, seems shady to me,” The agent’s eyebrows furrowed, her voice dropping to a dangerous tone.

"I'm the fiancée ma’am, that man was my ex. I broke up with him and he came back around when I didn't want him to,” She began, her tone matching the agent’s.

“Clyde over here was helping me to make sure he didn't hurt me. He didn't pay him to go away, it wasn't even his money. It was mine from selling my wedding ring in order to pay for the medical bills my ex thought I owed him. Not that it’s any of your business,”

“I—” The agent’s face faltered. Any attempt to say something was cut off by her voice growing louder as she continued with her story. Heads were starting to turn around the bar to try to get in on the gossip.

"He thought I owed him medical bills because he beat me severely enough that it landed me in the ICU. I ran away from him and gave up everything I knew to wind up in this town, where he stalked me to and tried to force me back with him. This saint of a man protected me, if it weren’t for him I might be dead,” Her voice broke with that last sentence, making Clyde’s chest ache. His hand squeezed hers behind the bar. “I gave my ex the money he thought I owed him and made it crystal clear I was never going back to his abusive ass,"

"I didn't realize—" The agent stuttered, that was clearly not the answer she was looking for.

"I don't know what you were implying, but Clyde’s been nothing but kind to me since I got here and I'd appreciate you not spreading the gossip that my jealous ex started about him,"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm,"

"I'm sure you didn't," She said is a controlled tone. With her teeth gritted and her eyes threatening to spill tears, she squeezed Clyde’s hand and left the bar, walking to the back room. As soon as she was out of sight, Clyde turned back to the slightly-stunned woman in front of him.

"She's sensitive about the subject. I didn't want to bring anything up about it when you mentioned it," He deadpanned.

The agent was having a hard time making eye contact. She thought she finally had something, and it fell apart almost immediately.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I wasn’t trying to—“

"Gossip gets the best of all of us from time to time," Clyde said in a clipped tone. "If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna close up for the night. I think we’ve all had a long day,”

"Yes, I understand," She avoided his gaze as she paid her tab and left the bar. He watched as she turned on her car and drove out of the parking lot and into the inky black night.

He let the remaining patrons know he was closing up for the night, and they trickled out, paying their tabs and saying their goodbyes. A few stopped to ask if she was okay, if what she’d said was true. Clyde worried his bottom lip between his teeth, unsure of whether or not he should say anything. He settled on telling them it wasn’t for him to say. He was finishing stacking the glasses when she came back out.

"She's gone," He told her as she walked behind the bar. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah," She whispered.

Her voice was a little hoarse as she threw her arms around his body and pulled him into a hug. She buried her face into his chest, letting out a sniffle. Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, trying to hold him as close as possible.

"I'm sorry that happened darlin’,” He murmured, wrapping his arms around her. “I didn’t expect her to ever bring that up,”

"It's okay, I can't stop people from gossiping," She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest. Her eyes looked a little pink, Clyde couldn't bear the thought of her crying over this.

"If it helps, I think you might've squashed her one lead. She left in quite the hurry after you straightened her out,"

"I figured telling her the money was mine might shut her up, people tend to clam up when you mention comas and runaway brides,” She tried to joke.

Clyde gave a small smile in acknowledgement.

“You saved my back there, I didn’t know what I was gonna say. I—I was scared honestly,”

“You did what you could, you were great sweetheart. I just couldn’t listen to her try to make you seem like a bad person anymore. Especially not for that whole incident. I meant it when I said I might be dead without you,” Her voice began to quiver again. He held her closer.

“I love you. I’d fight him off a million more times if it kept you safe. You mean everything to me,” He whispered. He knew he’d never be able to fully convey how much she meant to him, but he could try.

“I love you too. And I gotta be honest,” She looked back up at him, her tired eyes looking happier already. “You don’t look too good in that prison uniform. So you gotta stay out of prison okay? For me?”

“Anything for you,” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her.

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It was about a few weeks later when Clyde had ventured out into the cold January night to pick up a few odds and ends from the store. He insisted his girl stay all warm and cuddled up inside their trailer while he went out to the Grocery Castle on their side of town. She helped him lace up his boots and gave him a kiss on the nose before he slipped on his warmest coat and headed out.

He couldn’t wait for winter to be over. It felt even longer this year with that agent poking around. It was a good time of year for the bar, with people needing a place to warm up and socialize, but Clyde found himself yearning for spring as the windshield wipers on his car crackled to life after being frozen in place. The light dusting of snow had settled on the road, making it a little harder to find his way down the dimly lit road in the dark.

The Grocery Castle’s sign glowed against the white powder and the cloudy sky. There weren’t many people out, the only other cars in the lot presumably belonged to the employees waiting to get off their shift. The automatic doors of the store whooshed open and Clyde walked a little heavier, trying to get the snow out from his boots before trekking on.

The muzak of the store was soft in the background, the buzz of the fluorescent lighting almost as loud. He ignored both as he moved through the aisles, picking up the contents of the wrinkled list he held in his pocket.

Bread

Milk

Bacon

Sausage (for the biscuits and gravy she wanted to make for dinner tomorrow)

Peanut Butter

He moved with a practiced efficiency, everything was in its usual place around the store. It was only when he got to the checkout line did he notice anything different.

There was an unusual amount of pink and red decorations around the front of the store. He missed it when he came in but now that he was standing still, he saw it everywhere. The bin full of little stuffed animals holding boxes of chocolate, the cupid cutout that hung by the vent on the ceiling that twirled as warm air pumped out, the seasonal candy display set up over by the bottle return.

He scoffed at first, he couldn’t believe they’d set this stuff up so early. It was only mid-January, there was no need to break out the hearts so far in advance. Who buys Valentines gifts from the Grocery Castle anyway?

It wasn’t until he saw the tabloid magazines by the checkout counter did things start to connect in his mind. A headline about some famous couple having a tumultuous breakup, complete with a closeup photo of a bruise on one of their arms followed by some sensationalized speculation.

Valentines Day was coming up.

The holiday that brought her to Boone County, to him. She’d walked into his bar exhausted, covering her bruises with a hoodie and a pound of makeup, drinking his vodka with the last of her cash to help heal where her tooth had been knocked out. His fist balled up around the cart’s handle at the thought.

Her physical wounds had healed. She knew she was safe with him, they had a home together, they owned a business together. A lot had changed for both of them in a year. But he wondered where her mind would be on February 14th. She hadn’t mentioned it to him yet. Granted, they’d both been overwhelmed with an FBI agent until recent. Things were just starting to get back to normal, they could finally begin to unwind.

But was she going to be able to unwind with this day coming up? Was it something he should bring up? He felt a bubble of uncertainty rise in his chest as he dropped his items on the conveyer belt for the clerk to scan. He was a gangly high school kid, probably saving up for college. He didn’t pay too much attention to Clyde as he paid and collected his bags with his metal arm.

He walked back outside, the cold air hitting his face as soon as the automatic doors opened. It filled his lungs and made them ache just a little. He dropped his bags in the trunk and circled to the driver’s side. He sat in his car with the engine on for a moment, realizing he still hadn’t made a decision about what to do.

He didn’t want to bring up anything that might upset her. Maybe she hadn’t thought of it at all and he was just over thinking it. Maybe she had been thinking of this day for months and just never said anything. She’d have to be reminded at some point, just going about her day. Even the damn grocery store had decorations up. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, keeping it from hanging in his face. He didn’t know what to do, to be honest. She meant the world to him, and he never wanted her to feel alone and scared again.

As he shifted gears and stepped on the gas to travel back down the snowy road, he tentatively made his decision. This was her past and it would be her decision of what to do. He didn’t want to bring up any painful memories by accidentally saying the wrong thing. He would wait for her to say what she needed.

And he would be right by her side the whole way. Just as she’d done for him.

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Oh hey this is super overdue! I’m trying to wrap this up for y’all, its about damn time! Thanks for being so patient with me, I know its not much. I don’t know if her story would be enough to throw off an FBI agent in real life, but I do know people really don’t like hearing about traumatizing events. I’d think this would be the agent’s last ditch effort, she finally thought she had something she could use, and Clyde’s girlfriend just isn’t having it.

There should be just one more chapter left, I hope to get it out soon!

#logan lucky #clyde logan #clyde logan x oc #clyde x reader #clyde logan/oc #clyde logan x reader #silver lining #masterlist #silverliningmasterlist

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indianamoonshine · 5 years

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This was amazing. @kyloxfem

#LADY OF REEEEEN

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babbushka · 4 years

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Helloooooo! May I please request stargazing with my big bear that goes from sweet to spicy? ;) Thankuloveu.

It had started as a hike, nothing special. Just a hike up into the West Virginian mountains, up a trail that Clyde knew about once upon a time, back when he had to hands to push aside the brush and ferns, back when he and Jimmy were too young and too stupid to care about marked paths, venturing out into the unknown.

It had started as a hike, the two of you taking the day to spend together, not worryin’ about work or the chores at the house or nothin’. Hoppin’ into his car Clyde drove ya down off the beaten path, carried a big backpack on account of him bein’ used to the weight of it, leaving you to just explore and take pictures of anything you liked to see out there in the Vest Virginia mountains.

It had started as a hike, but then turned into a picnic, and that picnic turned into a lazy lazy sun nap under the clear blue sky, and that sun nap had turned into stargazing as the day said goodnight and the moon made her debut over the horizon of the West Virginia mountains.

“It sure is quiet out here.” Clyde says as he tucks you closer against his chest on the picnic blanket under the cloudless sky.

The moon is so bright, the brightest damn thing y’all’ve ever seen. He knows because you’ve told him just about ten times so far, since she started shinin’. Clyde don’t mind much though, he loves the way you get excited about things, loves that you always want to tell him about the things that excite you.

He worries, sometimes, that he ain’t as entertaining for you as you are for him, worries his introvertedness is somethin’ that bores you. He’s worried now, hand nervous and sweaty enough to make him wipe it across his jeans.

“Mhm.” You nod, tippin’ your pretty chin up to look at him, eyes soft and sparklin’ with affection that always seems to knock the damn wind outta him, especially when you say, “I don’t mind that though, the quiet.”

And then like magic, all his worries go away, all his nerves vanish. You don’t think him borin’, you don’t think nothin’ of him but the best, even though he feels like he ain’t deservin’ of it. But that’s a train of thought he’s tryin’ to keep at bay, so instead he tears his gaze away from ya long enough to regard the stars.

“I ain’t never seen so many.” He says, and your face tilts towards the huge expanse of the world above, watching the way they twinkle. “You really think they’re up there all the time like this?”

“No, I think they came out just for us.” You smile as you hug yourself against his arm. Your voice is soft when you say it, a secret that’s gotta be kept in the quiet of the night.

“Darlin’?” Clyde whispers, as his chest swells with love and fondness for you and the way you accept him so fully, so completely.

“Yeah honey?” You whisper right back, and he doesn’t really have anything to say.

He’s not got nothin’ at all to say, so instead he kisses you.

Clyde’s always been a worrier, about damn near everything – but especially about lovin’ on ya. He’d only really ever had one girl in his life before, before his whole life had met and chosen you. Y’all had been together a while now, and y’all had certainly fucked around before, but still. Still, he worried about makin’ it the best for you, the best it could be. You’d always complimented him, praised him on how he makes you feel, and that praise spurs him through all things, kissin’ included.

You taste like honey, sticky sweet and floral in the most intoxicatin’ way, the way that makes Clyde’s head go all fuzzy, makes his dick hard. Fuck he’s hard for you, just from havin’ you rub your body all over him, havin’ you lay yourself underneath him and kiss at him. Your lips are soft and swollen just a little from bein’ sucked on so nicely, and your breath is comin’ in short pants that have him keening.

You can tell, you know he’s just as horny for you as you are for him, he knows you can tell because your hands are reaching for the fly of his jeans, are tuggin’ open the button that clasps it closed and your hand reaches inside.

“I want to be naked.” You lick your lips, breaking the kiss.

His brain trips up at the thought of that, the two of you naked out in the mountains, in the clearin’ under the stars. He nods, nods right away and shuffles back a little bit to pull his shirt over his head. Y’all shed your clothes and leave them in a pile on the corner of the blanket, careful not to get them dirty on the wet grass.

“God damn,” Clyde breathes when he sees you shimmy out of your panties, your body bare for him and the whole sky above. In the light of the moon he can seen the shine of your pussy, slick and waiting for him to come make you feel good.

His hands shake when he kneels in between your spread legs, spreads ‘em wider, stares like a man possessed at how fuckin’ beautiful you are.

“Clyde, be careful.” You smile at him, shifting around on the blanket to get more comfortable, makin’ your pretty tits bounce a little as you do it. He feels overwhelmed, like he almost doesn’t know where to look, like he almost can’t decide on which part of you he wants to consume first.

“No one’s gonna know, we’re the only ones around for miles.” He reassures you, smoothin’ his hand up up up your calf, makin’ you grin openly and huff out a fond lil’ laugh.

“No honey I meant of your arm, don’t go puttin’ too much pressure on it – here,” You shake your head, and he realizes he’s leanin’ on his left forearm a little too much.

You sit up and in one fluid motion that impresses Clyde, you push him gently down onto his back, swingin’ a leg up and over to straddle his broad hips. You waste no time in sinkin’ down onto his cock, and his head thuds back against the blanket as his eyes slip closed, savoring the feelin’ of your tight pussy around him. You didn’t like to wait, impatient angel that you were, and Clyde ain’t never been so grateful for it.

“Dammit darlin’, that’s – ” He pants, already winded, already so gone for you and the way you feel, as you wiggle your hips to better get yourself seated all the way deep deep deep into your cunt, the wetness of your slick lubing you up enough to take him.

“Better?” You’re breathy when you laugh, already feelin’ so full.

“Mmm, yeah.” He groans, grunts as he experimentally thrusts out making you yelp in pleasure, makin’ you have to brace yourself against his broad chest. He strains to look up, wishin’ he had thought to brought pillows or somethin’ to keep his head propped up, because the sight of his dick disappearing into your body slowly like it is has him entranced.

You ride him easy, so easy, dragging out moans from the both of y’all’s throats, moans that he’s sure gotta echo down the mountains. But nothin’ matters as much as the little bead of sweat that trickles down the valley between your tits, and he can’t take it anymore, can’t take bein’ so far away from you.

He sits up and you have to readjust the positioning of your legs, sitting on your shins with your knees squeezing his hips, and he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder while you take your pleasure from him, bouncing on his dick, cunt clenching around it making his vision go spotty around the edges.

“Look at ya, takin’ my cock so well like this.” He groans, grunts as he tries to give as good as he gets, his hand clasping around your hair and holding it in a ponytail that he can tug on. And he does, tug on it, pulls your head back so your neck is exposed for him to suck dark possessive marks there.

“It’s a good cock.” You gasp out, your nipples brushing his care chest, the friction going straight to your throbbing clit.

“Is it?” Clyde eggs you on, desperate to hear the praise which he knows he can earn.

“Uh huh,” You moan, eyes shut tight as you fuck yourself down on him, having to suck up spit so you don’t drool all over him. “So big, such a big cock. I don’t know how it fits in me, it’s so fuckin’ thick.”

“You got a perfect pussy, made just for me, just to take this – fuck sweatheart you look so damn good.” His arm holds you close around your waist, pulls you to him so there ain’t no room for you to go anywhere, anywhere other than up and down on his dick.

“Touch me?” You plead, your own hands too busy holding onto his shoulders for dear life as you speed up up up, your breath coming in fast pants as your thighs quiver.

He abandons your hair and pushes you over, pushes you flat on your back because he can’t not obey, he can’t not do exactly what you want. He plows into you, fucks his cock so deep inside your cunt that he can feel the tip of your cervix brushing against his head and drops his hand to your clit.

He rolls it between his fingers and your body jackknifes, nearly fuckin’ knees him in the face, as you moan high and loud, face pinched up and chin wobbling from pleasure.

He’s unrelenting though, don’t give up that easy – now that he’s found that spot inside you and has a good rhythm on your pulsing clit he doesn’t stop until your chest is heaving. And even then, once your back is archin’ and your pretty tits are bouncin’, he takes one of them into his mouth and sucks hard.

“Clyde!” You’re too loud now, now your voice really does echo, it really does carry, but he don’t give a shit, he don’t care because you’re comin’, comin’ from him, comin’ on him around him.

Your body trembles, thighs shakin’ and nails dug deep into the meat of his shoulder, like you’re clinging to your orgasm which has your mouth dropped open so far that Clyde can lick at all your shiny teeth. You don’t bother to open your eyes, not when you’re all dreamy like this, the tension in your hips leaving and opening up for him to fuck you further.

He groans loudly, almost like he’s in pain with how good your pussy is, and the sound makes you giggle, vibrations which travel through him and go straight to the hot burning pit of pleasure in his stomach.

“Don’t – oh fuck don’t laugh – I’m so close.” He begs, begs for you to just let him take this for a little longer, just a few more thrusts, just a few more moments before he blows his load.

“Come for me honey, come in me lemme feel you.” You encourage, pleasure weak hands in his hair, your mouth latching onto his neck and sucking marks of your own, matching hickeys that you’ll have to find some way to cover in the morning.

His orgasm spreads through him, white hot pleasure vibrating through his entire body, all his nerves on fire in the best way as he rolls his pelvis against yours, his cock buried as far in as it can go as it pulses come into you.

You’re both panting, and sweaty, and now that the fun has slowed down he’s fairly damn sure that y’all got bit by an ant or somethin’ because his back is a little more itchy than coolin’ sweat would suggest. But it don’t matter because you roll the both of y’all over so Clyde’s on his back and off his arm once again, and his cock is still throbbing inside you as you drape your body over his.

“Do you think they heard us?” Clyde’s voice is hoarse, and he has to clear his throat a couple times to get all the words out, but you’re already fallin’ asleep, already drifting off into a sex-induced nap that he oughta prevent if only for long enough to get you back down to the car.

“Who?” You mumble, nuzzling into his skin.

“The stars.” Clyde says softly, his hand tracing patterns in the cooling sweat on your back and you hum out a happy little sound, gentle and sweet.

“Maybe,” You say, placing a kiss on the underside of his jaw, “But I don’t think they seem to mind much.”

And when the two of you look up at the great big sky above, Clyde thinks that no matter how it started, he’s glad it ended this way; the two of you snuggled up basking in all the love under the stars in the West Virginia mountains.

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