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Fireside
{ clyde logan x female reader }
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A fun sexy bonfire would be fun, maybe with some exhibitionism thrown in? With Flip or Clyde or anyone you think please! :D
warnings. SMUTĀ (18+ ONLY), slight exhibitionism (high risk of being caught), oral sex (m recieving), light dirty talk, cum in mouth.
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written for sextember 2023 ā
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When Jimmy and Mellie extended an invitation to you for the Logan family annual camping trip, you were honored. You and Clyde have only been dating for about four months, but everyone agrees that you two have something really special.
So when the day rolls around, you and Clyde pack up the car and drive up to the campsite. Everyone's already there when you arrive, considering you two got a bit of a late start due to...special circumstances, aka you two being unable to keep your hands off each other.
Clyde insists on setting up the tent while you sit with the family and start getting to know everyone. It's immediately clear that you fit right in with everyone and soon enough, you've got some hot apple cider in-hand and you're cracking jokes with the group.
Soon the sky turns from blue to orange and the Logan boys begin building the campfire while everyone else gets things ready for dinner. Once it's cooked, the lively conversation continues well into the night, with plenty of laughs and stories shared between everyone.
Most of the family ends up back in their tents by ten, but you, Clyde, Jimmy and Mellie continue chatting for a bit longer. For some reason, you're starting to get really touchy. Because you're looking at Clyde in the yellow glow of the fire and he's just looking so, so handsome...
He looks over at you when he seemingly catches onto your mood, offering you a small but knowing smile. The cool metal on his prosthetic hand comes to rest on your thigh as Mellie and Jimmy start to wind down for the night.
As soon as they're in their tents, you're leaning over and pulling him in for a kiss. He chuckles against your lips, flesh hand resting on the side of your face.
"What's up with ya tonight?" he asks when you pull back slightly to catch your breath. "Don't think I didn't notice your wanderin' eyes. now."
You smile, looking up at him. "I just think you look very handsome this evening."
"Handsome, huh?" His eyebrows raise slightly as he gives you another kiss. "'n that's all that's got you all riled up? You ain't thinkin' about anything else?"
Your smile widens to a not-so-subtle grin.
"I mean, I had a few other thoughts..." you hum, getting up and climbing onto his lap. "Like what we did this morning."
Clyde hums, his hand resting on your hip, stroking your clothed skin gently.
"Oh yeah? What've ya been thinkin' about in particular?"
You kiss him deeply, then let your lips fall to his jaw, then his neck and throat, mouthing and nipping gently along the way.
"Thought about how good your mouth felt on me, how fucking good you are at eating my pussy," you hum. "Aaaand I thought about how lucky I am that I'm the only one who gets to take your big, thick dick inside of me. Mm, and finally, I thought about how I never got to repay you for making me feel so good."
He lets out a shaky breath as you slide down onto your knees in front of him, hands smoothing over his thighs. Clyde looks around at the tents, then back down at you.
"Honey, I dunno if we s-should..."
You lean in and press a very gentle kiss to the forming bulge around his crotch, your warm breath wafting over his crotch. "I mean, I can stop if you want me to. But everyone's asleep, baby, and you know I can make it quick."
His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches slightly as he tries to keep himself mostly composed. He brings his hand around to cradle the back of your head, gently pushing you down, indicating that he'd like you to continue.
Your lips turn up in a small smirk as your hands make quick work of his pants, pushing them down enough to be able to pull his length out.
The air is starting to get a bit chilly, but the fire crackling behind you helps. You hum, wrapping your lips around his tip, teasing his head before sinking down further and beginning to suck him off. Clyde grunts softly, hips rocking up instinctively and fingers tightening slightly in your hair.
"Mmm, Christ," he groans quietly, looking down at you as you bob up and down on him. "Lookit you, my p-pretty girl, mm, makin' me feel fuckin' amazing..."
You smile around him, then begin to go a bit faster, earning you a low groan from above, which only spurs you on more. Clyde's having a very hard time keeping quiet and finds himself looking around every time he makes a noise, making sure he didn't clue any of his family in to what's going on.
There's something so nerve-wracking but incredibly thrilling about this, getting a blowjob out in the open, with some of his family members sleeping only a few hundred yards away. Luckily, deep sleeping runs in the Logan family, so he's pretty confident that no one will catch you two.
And there's also the fact that he's incredibly, incredibly close to orgasm and it's only been a couple minutes. You just really know how to push all the right buttons.
"Oh honey, i-if you keep this up, I ain't gonna last much longer," he breathes. "Mm, you're too fuckin' good at this."
You pull off for a second and replace your mouth with your hand, looking up at him as you briefly catch your breath.
"You can move, baby," you breathe. "Use my mouth, I want you to cum."
Clyde growls softly and holds your head firmly in place as his hips begin to thrust up into your mouth. He loves when you let him take control, he loves that you trust him enough to let him do this.
"I'm gonna cum," he says quickly, breathing heavily through his nose, lips pursed as he frantically pushes you down and thrusts up at the same time. "Ohhhh I'm gonna cu--"
His orgasm suddenly hits and he lets out a long, low groan, hips jerking slightly with each spurt of cum. He makes sure you take every last drop you've earned from him before letting you go, leaning back in his chair to catch his breath for a moment.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and catch your breath before standing up again. Clyde quickly tucks himself away, then pulls you onto his lap again, kissing you deeply, sighing at the taste of his cum lingering in your mouth.
"Fuck, darlin', you're incredible," he says in between kisses. "I...I love ya."
Your eyes widen and you pull back, looking down at him. That's the first time he's ever said it to you. You smile widely, then take his face in your hands, thumb swiping across his cheekbone.
"I love you too Clyde."
He grins from ear to ear, then kisses you again, continuing to do so for a few minutes before the two of you put out the fire and head back to your tent.
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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 donāt read this. Also, this is AFAB!reader.
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A = Aftercare (what theyāre like after sex)
Kylo has never had anybody to cherish like this, to hold. So you best believe after sex, heās 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. Itās all soft touches and cuddles (fight me on this). He looks at you with a sense of longing, to have this feeling forever. Heāll 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 partnerās)
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 āaccidentallyā 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. Heās 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. Kyloās 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 theyāre 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 couldnāt give this up, couldnāt 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 heās 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. Heāll 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.)
Iād 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.
āYouāre so beautiful. My sweet girlā¦ā
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He isnāt 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 doesnāt deserve you, doesnāt deserve your soft body beneath him. He treats you as if youāll break, as if youāre the most precious being in the universe. Constantly asking if youāre okay, or, āDoes this feel good?ā He loves to serve you. To pleasure you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
As aforementioned, Kylo canāt help how hard he is around you 24/7. If he knows heās going to see you, heāll 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 āgood boy.ā Heāll 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 heāll blush like a madman, giving you whatever it is you crave.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Heās 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 thatās 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. Heās a goner. If you want to torture the man, wear a low cut top around him, heāll be desperately grabbing at your hips in no time.
N = No (something they wouldnāt do, turn offs)
Anything involving someone else. Heās a jealous, jealous man. All these fics about him sharing you with the KORā¦.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. Youāre 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, heās 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 youāve spent apart. If he hasnāt seen you for a week, (missions, supreme leader shit) heāll fuck into you with a strong and punishing pace, still careful not to hurt you, though. If itās a normal day, heāll 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. Heās just so excited thereās a GIRL who wants him, his cock, this badly.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Nah. Not really. Heād 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 heās completely inexperienced, so donāt 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 heās 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 doesnāt have to tease you, like, at all. You just want him so bad all the time and he still doesnāt understand why. However. Youāre quite the tease, and this poor virgin canāt 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 heāll 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. Itās 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 canāt help it. Heāll 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 wasā¦intense.
X = X-ray (letās see whatās 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 āEverydayā by Ariana Grande please. Seriously. He feels fucking insane with how bad he wants to be buried in you at all times. Whether heās 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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ADCU Masterlist
A/N: Just making a separate masterlist for this because I have a fair number of these and also there's a bunch of different characters!
Kylo Ren
Call Me Kylo | Officer!Reader ā You're tasked with getting the Commander's signature to finish your assignment. Unfortunately, you can't find the Commander anywhere.
Correspondence ā The Supreme Leader has a lot on his plate, leading him to neglect certain things... like himself, for example.
Nothing But A Monster | Vampire! AU ā Forced to accept help from a mysterious stranger, you find yourself in a predicament of sorts.
Itās The Small Things ā Kylo finds your optimism odd in place of the First Order.
The Meaning Of Care | Officer!Reader ā Kylo Ren takes care of you when you're sick? That's something you never would've seen coming.
Clyde Logan
Pinball & Motels ā Roadtrips, A present for Clyde, and the one-bed trope? What more could you ask for?
A Day Off ā Clyde finally takes a well-deserved day off.
Flip Zimmerman
Frenzied Rendezvous* ā Flip finally has his way with you after enduring your teasing all night long.
Pale
Early Mornings ā Pale wakes up to find you making breakfast. It's like you plan on staying or something. Wait... do you plan on staying?
Solo Triplets
A Quiet Night ā The boys want to take you out on a proper date.
Ben Solo
Fairytale Mess* ā Sleeping with Ben Solo doesn't seem like such a bad idea when you're both under the influence.
Paul Sevier
Extraordinary ā Paul attempts to go out and have a social nigh. After everything that's happened... things haven't changed him that much, have they?
Daniel Jones
Late Night Confessions ā Dan wakes you up with a drunken phone call.
Multi-Character
headcanons
Breakup Headcanons
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Sunshine (Part 1/2)
single dad!Clyde Logan x nanny!reader
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Notes: Hi! I know I haven't written for the ADCU in some time but i have this dad!clyde brainrot and i might as well post it. part 2 is 90% done so Iāll post that sometime soon
I miss being here & I hope everyone is doing well, sending all of you lots of love & thank you for taking time out of your day to read my silly little stories, i appreciate you <3
Warnings: protective girl dad!Clyde, talk about kids, mention of abandonment issues, mother not involved (and will not appear at any point), no mention of y/n, fluff, pining, pervy thoughts from sasquatch, eventual smut in second part (tags will be added), no cliffhanger
Word Count: 7.1K
(this will go back & forth between Clyde's POV & readers POV)
The bar was filled with scattered conversations and the faint sound of jukebox music lingering in the background. It was an otherwise quiet Thursday night at Duck Tape. Clyde busied himself as usual, topping off the regulars and ensuring everyone was settled and satisfied. The calm before the storm, at least until the real crowd rushed in to watch the Friday night game. Being the only bar in a small town meant there was little else to do around here. Clyde never seemed to mind, though; catching familiar faces day in and day out was one of his favorite parts of owning Duck Tape in the first place. Regulars usually required minimal conversation, which was right up Clyde's alley. The most words anyone got out of him other than his siblings was Earl, but he didn't mind. Clyde quickly finished his last prep of the day and glanced around the bar, taking advantage of the slow pace and stepping away into the recluse of his office. He huffed as he shut the door behind him and sank into his lanky chair; a never-ending sea of papers he'd been dodging surrounded him on the worn-out wooden desk. His eyes burned, and his head ached from the tension of another long day. Taking over the bar a couple of years ago definitely tested his limits. He loved it here, but it strained the already little energy he had left to go on about his day. So much had changed in Clyde's life in the past few years alone. From becoming a father to being the new proud owner of Duck Tape due to the Heist, plus there was-. The Heist, the words halted his train of thought as memories came and went.
The biggest risk any of them had taken in their life landed all three Logans with more financial security than they knew what to do with; plus, if anything was going to convince Clyde that the Logan family curse was finally broken, it sure as hell was how swiftly they had gotten away with all of it. But none of that really mattered. Sure, it was more than nice not to think about how he would pay off the next bill or where his next meal would come from, but he couldn't help but look around and feel like something was missing. Maybe someone to share it with woulda been nice, he thought to himself. Jimmy had Sylvia, Mellie had Joe, and well, he had his Sunshine. He mentally kicked himself at the apparent self-doubt clouding his mind; Clyde had more than enough to be grateful for. But a small part of him couldn't help but yearn.
It's not like Clyde was a stranger when it came to love. Sure, it's not something he thinks he's ever experienced, but he was sure he saw it with Jimmy and Sylvia. What they had was enough to convince him there was something more out there. Clyde just wasn't entirely sure he deserved whatever that was. He would live the rest of his life longing for something he couldn't quite put his finger on, and that's just another obstacle in his life he had come to terms with.
Clyde's train of thought quickly faded when he heard the office door click open behind him, making him turn in his chair. Dark, luscious curls crawled their way onto his lap, and small arms stretched around his waist. The discomfort from a long workday quickly melted away as giggles filled his ears. Mellie trailed into the office, following a giggling Lyla, who had already captured her dad in an embrace.
Clyde took a moment to tussle Lyla's hair slightly, making her giggle even louder. The way she fit into his lap took him back to a time when she was nothing but a wailing newborn cradled in his arms while the uncertainty of being thrown into fatherhood haunted him. It wasn't like he had much of a choice. It was not like his head was in the right place either, with the too-embarassing-to-admit heartbreak, confusion, and, no doubt, fear consuming him. A one-night stand he was sure he'd never hear from again turned into a small note tied with a pink ribbon to a baby carrier on his doorstep nine months or so later. He was young, dumb, and with no time to process any of it, but before he knew it, there she was. All big brown eyes and grabby hands, looking back at him like he hung the moon, and from that moment on, Clyde knew his life would change forever.
"Hey, Sunshine." Clyde drawled, and Lyla smiled while babbling to him about her day with her favorite aunt. Mellie smiled at the sight of her eager niece, sparing no detail of their girl's day spent at the salon.
"You good if I head on out?" Mellie said as soon as Lyla let her get a word in.
"Yeah, was jus' finishin' up here n' headin' home."
"Alright. Don't stay too late now. Night, you two." Lyla wrapped herself around Mellie's legs in a tight hug before saying her goodnight and reluctantly seeing her out the door.
"Ready to go, Sunshine?" Lyla nodded towards her dad and practically sprinted toward the front door. Something told him Mellie let her niece have more sugar before bed than he would usually allow, and something else told him he would be the one to pay for it later.
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As the busier weeks of the year followed with football season being at its peak, Clyde had just about had it. Another night at Duck Tape dragged on, minutes feeling like hours. Clyde was nearing his limit between the higher volume of patrons than usual and being understaffed with just two servers on the floor for the third night in a row. He hadn't even realized what time it was. And it wasn't just tonight; everything was starting to blur together as of lateānever-ending odd hours at the bar in between quality time playing whatever princess Lyla was currently obsessing over, all while making sure he was always home just in time to read a bedtime story and tuck her into bed. Clyde was losing it. It's not like he thought things would get easier as Lyla got older, but damn, he could use a break.
And he sure as hell wasn't comfortable leaving Lyla in any sort of childcare yet, so help came from the people he loved the most. Mellie was always around to spend time with her niece, taking Lyla to the salon whenever possible, while Jimmy and Sylvia were happy to step in when they could. Clyde knew how lucky he was, having his family rally around him and step up whenever he needed them. He never did like to impose his troubles on them, knowing they had their own lives to take care of. Always making sure he was on time to pick Lyla up straight after work and spending his days off with her, attending endless tea parties along with movie nights where every stuffed animal she could fit would join them on the couch beside them in the small trailer they shared.
Clyde found himself overwhelmed by the daily chaos more often than he'd like to admit. But the truth is, he had grown to depend on her just as much as she did on him. Her smiles brightened even his darkest days. Listening to Lyla talk about the things she loves, whispering 'I love you, and snuggling before bed every night kept him going no matter how exhausted he was. He wouldn't trade it for the world.
But late at night, when Lyla was finally asleep and the world was a little quieter, Clyde's thoughts always seemed to be a little louder. It was the only time when he didn't have to have all the answers or act like everything wasn't weighing on him as heavily as it was, where not a single person depended on or needed something from him. Nothing else to do but sink into the couch, crack his favorite beer open, and drift off to sleep, only to wake up the next day and do it all over again.
"C'mon Clyde. A couple drinks with ya favorite brother, plus ya can use the night out. Syl's got her." Jimmy insisted, breaking Clyde out of his haze. Clyde huffed; the poor guy just wanted his brother to let off some steam, and he understood that. He was thankful his brother always looked out for him in his own way, but he couldn't give in. Not again. He winced slightly at the memory of the last time he indulged in a reckless drunk night out and how it ended with Lyla on his doorstep. Not that he regrets any of it, of course. He'd do it again a million times if it meant ending up with Lyla every time. But there was no denying the exhaustion that plagued him since that day. Long days and sometimes nights at the bar, followed by a never-ending list of chores, along with a more than needy kiddo constantly yanking at his leg, awaited him at home.
" 'S alright. 'M jus' stressed, been workin' nonstop, jus' wanna get home to Sunshine." Clyde put on a strained smile as he wiped down the bar top for the night. He couldn't bring himself to justify spending any of his spare time away from his girl. Having his family watch Lyla was always more of a necessity; how could he ask more of them? Just so he could kick back a few beers and feel like shit about it tomorrow? No, thank you, Clyde thought to himself. Jimmy let up as their attention was drawn away toward the door, chiming as Mellie sauntered into Duck Tape and scurried right up to the bar beside her brother.
"Guess what?" Mellies shoots Clyde a knowing smirk while bouncing on her feet excitedly.
"What?" Clyde managed to keep his tone steady, reluctantly ready to hear whatever Mellie was plotting after having to fight Jimmy off for the last hour about him 'loosenin' up,' whatever the hell that meant.
"I found ya a babysitter for the summer. Or is a nanny that ya needed? Oh well, whatever it is, I found her." She pulls out one of the bar stools and takes a seat. Clyde sets down the rag and takes a deep breath before looking back at Mellie, silently urging her to continue. "An' before ya say anythin', she's a real close friend; met her a couple years back at the salon, and she just moved back into town; she'd be perfect for this."
"Takin care of Lyla isn't something for one of your little friends, Mel." Clyde didn't mean to sound so condescending. Especially when his little sister was only trying to make his life easier, but he couldn't help himself. With the amount of time this person would spend with his daughter, Clyde needed someone he could trust. He prided himself in always wanting what was best for his Sunshine; her care was no exception.
"C'mon Clyde. Ya need the help, and she's a good one, I swear. Great with kids, and you can trust her." He sighed. "Just meet her before you make any decisions...please?" Clyde knew there was no talking Mellie out of anything, especially when her mind was made up like this. Plus, if he was being honest with himself, he was desperate. He didn't trust many people where Lylas was concerned, and that made the picking for her nanny or even a babysitter slim to none in this small town. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed this. And if Mellie trusted her, well, that would have to be good enough for him. For now.
"Fine. I'll meet her. When were ya thinkin'?" Mellie beamed a smile at him before checking her phone as a text message came through.
"Is now a good time?" Clyde's dazed look only amused Mellie further as she turned to the front door. "There she is!" Mellie hollered toward you, waving so you'd join them.
Clyde's eyes felt like they were damn near ready to fall right out of his head. If the word 'trouble' had a picture next to it in the dictionary, he was sure it'd look a lot like you, all dolled up in jeans that looked like they'd been drawn on and worn-down cowboy boots as you confidently strutted your way toward him. All bright eyes and delicious curves taking up all of his attention and then some. Clyde's grip tightened, practically digging his fingernails painfully into his palm. He couldn't remember the last time he reacted so strongly to someone. Pretty girls strolling in and out of Duck Tape were a rarity; he never bothered to give them a second look, let alone a first one. A hazy introduction later, you extended your hand towards him, and he swore he could feel lightning crackle through his veins at the warmth of your palm, immediately kicking himself for being so affected by you so quickly. Get it together, asshole, he told himself. This was going to be a long night.
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Mellie embraced you warmly and dragged you toward the two men staring daggers at you from the bar. It felt odd when she texted you out of the blue to meet her and the parent of the child you might or might not be taking care of this summer at some bar, but you didn't question it. Mellie always came with surprises. You happily greeted Jimmy, recalling the second Logan and his little girl from when you visited Mel's salon while he was fixing up the place last summer. In the short time you spent in this small town, the Logans always had their own way of making you feel right at home.
"Hi." You introduced yourself to the man behind the bar top, trying not to let his stern gaze affect you. His broad shoulders and handsome face made your breath hitch from the moment you first saw him. And if he kept looking at you like he was, you weren't sure your knees wouldn't buckle on the spot.
"Clyde, this is my friend I was tellin' ya about." Mellie cautiously glared at her seemingly rigid brother before looking back at you. "This is my brother, Clyde, Lyla's dad." You offered him a warm smile and extended a hand toward him. Clyde stiffened further, eyes darting between you; his large palm engulfed yours.
"Hm. Nice to meet ya." He offered you a tight smile and briefly shook your hand, practically snatching it away. Your skin suddenly missed his warmth, but you shook away the slight disappointment at his apparent disinterest.
"Clyde, don't be rude. Sorry, he's not a real people person." Mellie scolded him and turned toward you. "So ya still interested in that babysittin' gig? Lord knows my brother here could use the help." Clyde's eyes shot up and glared at Mellie, silently wishing the ground would swallow him whole so he could be spared the embarrassment his little sister was already putting him through.
"I don't know. Is it still available?" You glanced at Clyde teasingly, hoping to ease whatever tension had manifested between the three of you in the last five minutes.
"Yes. No." Clyde scrambled to gather his thoughts before continuing. "It is I just...I'd like to see ya spend time with her first. See how ya are with her n all that.'' He sighed. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go. He was supposed to find a nanny, get through the summer, and life could go on like it had been. Instead, he felt so flustered that he couldn't even string a simple sentence together if his life depended on it.
"I can come over sometime this week to spend some time with her. If it doesn't feel like a good fit for you, you have no obligation to hire me." You made sure to sneak in that last part before he could change his mind. Clyde nodded towards you appreciatingly.
"How's tomorrow afternoon? Round 1? I can drop her off after my shift." Mellie chimed in before Clyde could stumble over any more of his words.
"Tomorrow it is, then." You nodded and received a barely there smile from the grumpy bartender. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
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The next day arrived much faster than Clyde realized. He typically looked forward to his mornings off, sharing a big plate of burnt bacon with Lyla while sprawling on the couch watching morning cartoons. Instead, he spent most of his morning distracted. Even when Lyla rambled about what was playing on the television, Clyde's mind wandered back to you. It's not like he'd gotten much sleep either, with the thought of seeing you again running through is mind late at night. What was supposed to be a quick shower ended with Clyde's hand gripping his cock, images of you pressed up against him, droplets of water streaming down your breasts as he drove into you and pressed his warm body on yours. It wasn't long before he felt himself spill on his hand, and harsh reality set in. Clyde hated himself over it. He was going to be your employer, for fucks sake. He'd barely met you for more than ten minutes, and already he was over here pining and touching himself like some hormone-crazed teenager with a crush. Thankfully, it wasn't long before Mellie swung by to pick Lyla up, promising her another one of their girls' days at the salon. Lyla quickly got ready, and after seeing her out the door and waving the two off, Clyde managed to peel himself off the couch and headed over to the bar.
From there, the morning dragged like no other. Clyde spent most of it sitting in his office, trying not to think about the fact that you'd walk through those doors any second. He always found it easy to throw himself into work, put everything else aside, and focus on what needed to get done. But every time he tried, there you were. There was no way he'd be able to do this. Spending more time with you? If he felt this out of control after one day, how would he be able to be any sort of normal around you all summer? He couldn't; he had to end this today. You would understand; Mellie said this job wasn't all that serious for you anyway. You could go back to wherever you came from, and he could finally get something done without thinking about how your hand felt on his last night. Or how badly he wanted to trace the soft skin on your collarbone or how your smile warmed his heart with a familiarity he somehow already craved.
Clyde didn't get too far into his bar prep when the doors to Duck Tape swung open. Lylas skipped inside, Mellie following closely behind her. She stumbled while trying to climb one of the bar stools, making Clyde exit the bar quickly and taking her in his arms.Ā Ā
"Gon' hurt ya self there, Sunshine." Lyla giggled, the bar stool wobbling underneath her before Clyde set her on the ground. Just as Mellie said her goodbyes and headed out, the door opened, but this time, Clyde could've sworn he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight.
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Your morning had been nothing short of hectic after changing your outfit an endless amount of times. Not to mention spilling coffee on your shirt once you'd managed to settle on something. You quickly shoved that aside and mustered whatever courage you had left to head over to the bar. A short drive later, you walked into Duck Tape at precisely one o'clock to find Clyde standing beside an adorable little girl looking up at him with a guilty look on her face.
"Now I know Aunt Mellie gave ya candy at the salon; that's enough for today, sunshine." Lyla pouted slightly as you listened in. Clyde said a quick hi and crouched beside her when he noticed you standing there. Lyla wrapped herself around her dad's legs when she spotted you.
"Lyla, this is Aunt Mellie's friend. The one I told ya about." Clyde waited cautiously for his daughter's response. As you knelt on the floor in front of the pair, you were met with wild chestnut curls and doe-brown eyes on the cutest kid you've ever seen.
"Nice to meet you, Lyla." The little girl retracted shyly into her dad's embrace. Your eyes landed on the coloring book and plastic crayon box she cradled in her hands. "That's a nice princess coloring book you got there. Rapunzel is my favorite, ya know."
"Rapuzel's my favorite too." Lyla mumbled, chocolate button eyes hesitantly landing on you.
"No way! Her dress has both of my favorite colors, purple and pink."
"Those are mine too! Daddy got me a 'punzel dress, and he lets me wear it all the time when we have tea parties 'n stuff." You could've sworn Clyde's cheeks flushed slightly like the doting dad you could already see he was.
"I bet he does." You smiled over at Clyde. Thinking about this large man playing pretend princess and having tea parties with his daughter had your heart swirling with emotions you were sure shouldn't be there in the first place. You didn't know why that warmed your heart the way it did, but you brushed it off as you offered to color with her, and Lyla practically dragged you toward the back of the bar.
The next hour was spent with the both of you huddled in a corner booth while Clyde kept busy around the bar. You talked endlessly about her extensive knowledge of every single princess, colored a couple of pages, and even earned a few giggles.
Clyde wiped down the bar for what he was sure was the millionth time. There was minimal on the to-do list for today, but he would busy himself here as long as it took if it meant keeping an eye on you two. It's not like you needed it; he didn't need to be there to know you were hitting it off with Lyla. The chatter had been nonstop since you sat at the booth; you engaged seamlessly with her. Listening intently to every word while keeping her entertained. He noticed his daughter was just as entranced with you as he was. This was a good thing, wasn't it? He had to admit he miscalculated your ability in all of this when you first met. Clyde felt terrible about how closed off he'd been last night. Here you were, all bright-eyed and ready to help, and there he was, the usual grey cloud raining on everybody's parade the first chance he got. At least, that's how he assumed everyone saw him.
Clyde was refilling some bottles from the bar when Jimmy called, letting him know he was outside. He signaled over to Lyla, who was beyond excited to spend the rest of her day with her uncle and cousin Sadie. You helped her gather her things before Jimmy took Lyla in his arms. One "Bye, Daddy!" and a wave from Clyde later, and it was just the two of you in the ample bar space.
"So how'd I do, bossman?" you asked as Clyde stepped out from behind the bar. His large frame coming into full view was enough to make a girl swoon on the spot. You attempted to reign in whatever self-control you could gather, well enough to take a step toward him without feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. Clyde remained silent for a moment before you felt the need to speak.
"Look, I know it must be hard to just trust a stranger with all this. And I know I'm not the most qualified person out there. But I'm a hard worker and punctual; playing princesses and tea parties happens to be my specialty. Plus, I can make anything into a game." You could've sworn you saw a hint of a smirk on Clyde's handsome face.
"She seems to like you." Warmth blossomed in your chest at the compliment. Lyla was a smart kid and funny, too. You knew it would be hard not to fall in love with the little rascal from the moment you met.
"Well, I like her too, so that's a plus." Clyde felt his entire body tense up at your newfound proximity. From here, he could see the flush of your lips and the captivating color in your eyes, like two pools he would happily drown in. Your warm smile drew him in until he found himself needing to be closer to you than what was deemed appropriate. And to hear you talking so sweetly about his sunshine? His heart felt like it could burst out of his chest, but he quickly compelled that away to unpack another day.
"Can ya start tomorrow? I have a late shift bein' a sports night n all." Clyde attempted to shake his thoughts away. He had to try at least to pretend like he hadn't spent the better part of his shift taking longing glances at you, admiring the way your white tee and jeans fit your curves in a way that made sure he'd have to walk around with a semi and adjust his pants for the rest of the day.
"Sure thing. Your place?" Clyde nods and gives you a time and address.
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The next several weeks were filled with endless princess gatherings, storytelling from faraway lands, coloring for hours on end, and whatever adventure Lyla would conjure up that day. She warmed up to you almost instantly; things were going great. Better than great, sometimes, you had to question if this was really your job with how much fun you were having. Lyla was witty, smart, and had an imagination to be envied. She seemed so free and unapologetically herself in the best way. You could tell she had been raised with an unconditional love any kid could only dream of.Ā It wasn't like the occasional meltdown didn't take place from time to time, being a toddler and all. But you always find a way to bring that smile back to Lyla's face.
Things with Clyde hadn't simmered down in the slightest. Every interaction, every glance, every accidental touch had your yearning growing. Every moment spent together allowed you to quietly admire something new about him. The way his chest filled out those t-shirts he often wore, his hair that begged to have your fingers tangled in it, or even how he pursed his lips in that way that had your core clenching whenever he spoke. Not to mention, seeing him with Lyla made your knees weak. This gentle giant's soft demeanor melted your heart while twisting your insides in the most delicious way. Still, Lyla kept you more than busy; otherwise, you'd spend your days daydreaming about Clyde Logan. Today was no different. Building forts and baking cookies had been the first thing on the itinerary, and knowing Lyla, there was always more to come. When she'd finally fallen asleep watching Cinderella on the couch, you carefully tucked her into her bed and quietly exited the room, shutting the door just as Clyde entered the trailer.
"Hey." You whispered as Clyde set down his stuff and went to the kitchen. "I just put her to bed."
"Thanks. Sorry, 'M late. Bar kept gettin' crazy n' I just couldn't get away. It's-" You cut him off by placing a hand on his arm, feeling him tense under you.
"Clyde, it's okay. That's what I'm here for, remember?" You winked at him before walking toward the kitchen to put away the rest of the dishes. Clyde headed to the fridge and pulled out two beers. Your cheeks warmed, watching him lean over with one sturdy arm on the fridge door, the muscles on his back rippling under the worn-down t-shirt while the two bottles fit snuggly in his large hand.Ā Get it together, you told yourself, forcing your gaze away.
"Beer?" Clyde gestured toward you. "I was jus' gonna have one on the porch." The words tumbled from his mouth without realizing. He knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn't help himself. You looked all comfortable, your books and blanket on his couch, standing here in his kitchen, in his home, moving around like you belonged there. But Clyde wasn't stupid; his head was definitely playing tricks on him. There wasn't a universe that existed where a woman as beautiful as you would be interested in a guy like him, and he understood that. Now the only problem was keeping his heart and dick in check long enough to be professional.Ā
The night sky was decorated with stars against the black abyss, quiet and still.Ā Just the two of you sitting in comfortable silence.Ā Clyde followed you outside, shutting the door quietly. You sat beside him, legs folded comfortably in the porch chairs as he handed you a cold beer.Ā
"So, how was everythin'?"Ā He said before taking a swig of his beer, the soft rumble of his voice activating those darn butterflies in your stomach already.
"Great. Pretty sure she tried on every princess dress in her closet and saw Frozen at least ten times. We danced, sang, and even built a fort." You found yourself smiling at the memory of Lyla with a mismatched dress and crown belting 'Let It Go' with you while jumping around her room. "Same old, same old."
"Mhm." Clyde relaxed further into his seat. The more time you spent with him, the more apparent it became that he was a man of few words. Still, you appreciated the ones he was willing to share with you.Ā
"It was a good day; it always is." You noticed Clyde stretched his left arm before him as if irritated by it.Ā
"Mind if I take this off?" The words tumbled out before Clyde could stop them, the beer loosening his tongue. Clyde wasn't sure why he suddenly felt comfortable enough around you to remove his prosthesis. He was pretty sure the people closest to him hadn't even seen him without it. Although it shouldn't surprise him, his sense of ease around you only grew within the last couple of weeks.
"Go ahead." Clyde hesitated for a second, then carefully removed his prosthetic, massaging the tender spot. Your eyes scanned the newly exposed skin. "Does it hurt?" Clyde paused his movement and huffed. You cleared your throat, the day's exhaustion clearly eliminating whatever filter you had left. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-forget I said anything."Ā
"'S alright. Served two tours n' ended with this. 'N no, not really, not all the time, at least. Jus' bothers having this thing on all day." You nodded, understanding it was something still difficult for him to talk about.
"You don't have to ask, you know? To take it off. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable for no reason." Clyde smiled while nursing his beer. When he looked over, he found your eyes tracing the scars left behind on his arm. Clyde reached for his sleeve, suddenly feeling the need to cover up, before you placed your hand on his arm, stopping him. "Is this okay?" Clyde gulped and gave a slight nod. He wasn't sure if it was the exposed flesh or how vulnerable this whole thing felt, but he swore he could feel every nerve on his body light up under your touch. Your fingers lightly outlined the scar for a moment before you smiled at him, settled back into your chair, and sipped your beer.Ā
"Mellie dropped by today, and I meant to ask you if I should know of anyone coming by to see Lyla other than your siblings. Friends maybe? Her mom?" You snuck in that last part before you could stop yourself; the last thing you wanted to do was overstep. But you were curious. Lyla never mentioned her, and you didn't notice any pictures of her around the house. Was she a good mom? Was she pretty? She had to be to be Lyla's mom. Did she still hang around? Would she likeĀ youĀ hanging around? Maybe she wouldn't want you getting all close to Clyde.Ā Hush that is none of your business, you told yourself.
"Lyla's mom isn't in the picture. Never was. She jus' about dropped Lyla at my doorstep 'n we never heard from her again. Didn't want nothin' to do with her or me, said so in the letter she left." His words spliced across your heart, and tears welled in your eyes for the little girl sleeping soundly inside. Just thinking about someone walking away from an angel like that with such carelessness had you wanting to find this woman with your fist immediately.
"So, you two never?" Clyde shook his head almost as if you'd insulted him.
"It was a one-time thing. A drunken night full of bad choices, 'N then she disappeared. Popped back up again with Lyla, and that was it. Letters last I heard from her." Clyde said. "Not that I wanted her to come back. I don't. We've been jus' fine just us two."Ā
"I don't doubt that for a second."Ā
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The following Sunday morning came with blue skies and warm summer air. Clyde insisted you'd take Sundays forĀ yourself, although you weren't sure why. It's not like you had any other friends around here besides Mel, not to mention a social life being out of the question. When you weren't with Lyla, plans usually consisted of staying at home with a good book and getting chores done. You were gathering your things to lay out in the sun for a bit when Mellie called about being overbooked at the salon and Clyde having an emergency at the bar and asked if you could watch Lyla for the day. A few minutes later, you managed to put together an easy picnic basket, threw a shirt and shorts over your bathing suit, and headed out the door.
A short drive and only two knocks on the trailer later, Lyla ran out, wrapping both arms around your legs in a tight hug. She quickly pulled you inside to find Clyde sitting on the couch with cartoons playing faintly in the background.Ā
"Hi." The morning rasp in his voice had your chest tightening and face flushing. He wore a faded t-shirt and simple dark gray sweats that you had to fight not to stare at. "I tried callin'. Ya didn't have to come, everythin's been takin care of."
"Oh. My phone must still be on do not disturb from last night or something. I was gonna take Lyla to the lake for a picnic and maybe a swim." Lyla's face immediately perked up as she squealed excitedly.
"I'm gonna go get my swimsuit on!" She yelled as she tried to run off into the hall before Clyde stopped her.
"Now, sunshine, today's her day off."
"What's that mean?" Lyla's disappointment grew along with the pout on her face.Ā
"Means she's got stuff to do, stuff she's gotta get done today. She'll be back tomorrow, hm?" Lyla reluctantly nodded as Clyde placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Well," you interjected, unsure if it was your place to say something, but there was no way you could stand by and disappoint Lyla like this, especially when spending your days with her had become your favorite thing to do. "If it's okay with your dad, I'd love some company. I can't eat all these PB&J's and snacks I packed alone now, can I?" Lyla looked toward Clyde. A mix of 'please' and 'please, daddy' flooded Clyde's ears before reluctantly giving in to his daughter's whim. Lyla sprinted toward her room to change, mumbling something about showing her water tricks, making you chuckle.
"You'reĀ welcome to join us. I packed plenty of food, and it's too nice of a day out to stay inside." Clyde contemplated for a moment. Just the thought of seeing you prancing around in the water in a skin-tight bathing suit had his pants tightening uncomfortably. He wasn't sure he could control himself. But he had the day off and sure as hell didn't want to spend it without his Sunshine. Plus, he wasn't entirely comfortable with the two of you alone by the creek in the woods. It would be safer if he went with you. At least that's what he told himself as he agreed and slipped away to change into his water shorts.
The drive over to the creek went a little faster than usual, thanks to you and Lyla singing along to some of her favorite songs. Clyde spent the entire ride concealing a smirk at the sight of both of you breaking into song and then into a fit of giggles once one of you would get the words mixed up. Once you'd arrived, Clyde wasted no time unloading the truck and helping a restless Lyla get out of her seat. You found the perfect shady spot to set up the blanket and laid out some things from the picnic basket; once satisfied, you set your shorts and shirt to the side and settled in. Lyla wasted no time hitting the water, barely letting you slather some sunscreen before sprinting off with her floatie. You sat by the shore with your book, watching her splash around. The cool water around your legs is a nice relief from the sun's warmth on your skin. Clyde sat back against the tree, keeping his eyes on the two of you. He couldn't help but imagine if this was what it would be likeāhaving someone by his side sharing moments like these with Lyla.Ā
The afternoon passed far too quickly. A blur of splashes and fits of laughter ended with a sleepy Lyla slung on her dad's shoulders as you packed everything back into the truck and headed out. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the fleeting colors of dusk began to fade away. Only the rumble of the truck and crickets chirping surrounded by the night sky remained. Lyla's soft snores could be heard from behind as you glanced over at Clyde. The soft moonlight reflected off his skin, hair still slightly damp from the creek. His eyes were trained on the road ahead, but you could tell something was on his mind as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.
You sat comfortably on the passenger seat, your thigh dangerously close to his hand resting on the gear. His fingers itched to reach over, wondering how soft your flesh would feel under his touch. No matter how hard it was to keep a calm facade, he couldn't help but recall the silky skin over your bathing suit top, curves he would kill to trace every inch of it with his tongue teasing him from every angle. Even the way your teeth caught on your lip in the most sinful way was driving him insane. Everything about today was driving him insane. Not to mention watching you with his Sunshine. How you'd dramatically play along to every scenario Lyla created until you were nothing but a fit of giggles, watching in awe as you smothered her in hugs and kisses every time she'd swim into your arms. His sunshine was an affectionate girl, don't get him wrong. But she sure as hell didn't open up easily to strangers, yet here you were, winning her over from day one. Clyde shook away the ache in his heart at the thought as he redirected his attention back to the road.
A short while later, you'd arrived back at Clyde's. He hopped out of the car just after you did, carrying a passed-out Lyla in his arms into the house. You stayed outside, wondering if you should wait for him to return or count your losses and hurry home. Before you could make up your mind, Clyde appeared and shut the door quietly behind him, leaving the two of you uncomfortably close on his front porch.
"Thank ya for today." The faulty lamp above you did little against the night.
"It's no problem," you said before a silence fell between you. The dim light accentuated his nose and the plumpness of his lips in the most beautiful way. His eyes drifted up to yours as you took a tentative step toward him. Your heart began to pound, chests nearly pressed against one another, feeling a familiar desire spread in your core. Clyde's breathing grew heavier, suddenly aching to get you closer.
Just as the longing became unbearable, he closed the gap between your mouths, first with the utmost gentleness, then with the hunger of a starved man. You made a delicious little sound and responded with the same fervor, sparking a fire in his belly. He didn't want it to stop. The warmth of his mouth had you melting into him. Your lips parted slightly as his hand came up loosely at the side of your neck, holding you close.
"Daddy!" Lyla's distant voice rang in your ears. Clyde pulled away suddenly; a rush of frigid air replaced the warmth where his body was pressed up against you. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over the two of you, snapping you back into your harsh reality. Lyla began to cry from what was probably a nightmare. Clyde sighed as he looked toward the front door and back to you. You cleared your throat and wrapped your sweatshirt tighter around, unable to look him in the eye after he'd practically kissed you dizzy.
"I should go. Goodnight, Clyde." You offered him a warm smile and dashed to your car before he could say anything else. Clyde stood with his head slightly hung, ensuring you were safely in the driver's seat before heading inside. You lowered the windows in an attempt to let the humid summer night air free from inside, hoping a little fresh air would snap you out of whatever trance Clyde had just put you under. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you ran your fingers along your lips, the ghost of his kiss still buzzing through you on the drive home.
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Adam Driver Character Masterlist
Welcome to my masterlist for Adam Driver's Characters!
ā All of the content linked below the cut is strictly for those who are 18+! If you are under 18, do NOT continue ā
*An asterisk indicates smut!
ā Kylo Ren
Mine/Yours (Oneshot)*
The Red MeansĀ āI Love Youā (Oneshot)*
My Favorite Flavor (Vampire!Kylo) (Oneshot)
My Dearest Love (Medieval!Kylo) (Oneshot)*
Wasteland Baby (Oneshot)
Willow (Pirate!Kylo) (Oneshot)
Willow - Part II (Pirate!Kylo) (Oneshot)*
Now Way to Say 'Goodbye' (Oneshot)
Kylo giving reader his cape (Blurb)
Trying to get Kylo to bake with you (Blurb)
Kylo comforting reader after the loss of a family member (Blurb)
Kylo injuring the reader (Oneshot)
āI want you to be more gentle tonight.ā (Blurb)*
āI learned to love you.ā +Ā āNobody can compare to you.ā (Blurb)
āIāve never done something like this before.ā (Blurb)*
Arranged marriage + Medieval!Kylo (Headcanons)
ā Charlie Barber
Illicit Affairs (Oneshot)
Crazy in Love (FamousDirector!Charlie) (Oneshot)*
Break My Heart Again (Oneshot)
Mine, Mine, Mine (Oneshot)*
Sex with Daddy!Charlie (Blurb)*
āDoes this feel good?āĀ āNo, I still feel like shit.ā (Blurb)*
Reader being afraid of apologies due to past abuse. (Blurb)
āIām not jealous.ā (Blurb)*
Enjoying a New Yearsā Eve getaway with Charlie (Blurb)*
Needy reader (Headcanons)
ā Clyde Logan
Car Wash (Oneshot)*
āI canāt believe youāre mine.āĀ (Blurb)
Hayride (Blurb)
Yours and Clydeās daughter getting in trouble for fighting with another student. (Blurb)
āIām not wearing any underwear. I thought youād like to know.ā (Blurb)*
Disciplining his daughter (Blurb)
Pregnancy sex (Blurb)*
Cuddling/A quiet night at home (Blurb)
ā Flip Zimmerman
Let It Snow! (Oneshot)*
āI think Iām in love with you.ā (Blurb)
āI need you to fuck me into oblivion.ā (Blurb)*
Keeping reader warm (Blurb)
Flip being possessive (Blurb)
Camping (Blurb)
Possessive!Flip eats you out (Blurb)*
Playing sexy truth or dare with Flip (Blurb)*
Flip seeing readerās breasts for the first time (Blurb)*
Moving in with Flip (Blurb)*
Asking Flip to be more dominant with you (Blurb)*
Losing your virginity to Flip * (Headcanons)
Flip sayingĀ āI love youā for the first time (Headcanons)
ā Paterson
Pussy is God (Oneshot)*
ā Pale
Taking Pale to the carnival (Blurb)
ā Maurizio Gucci
Bellissima (Oneshot)*
Celebrating readerās birthday on a private yacht (Blurb)
Falling in love at first sight (Blurb)
āWant me to model these for you?ā (Blurb)
āWhy do we have to keep hiding? Iām tired of being kept a secret.ā (Blurb)
Jealousy (Blurb)
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diamonds and stones (masterlist)
pairing: clyde logan x f!reader
rating: 18+ Ć©xplicit!
warnings: short description of domestic violence, PTSD, eventual smut, soooo much angst,
summary: āI think I might always be in some kind of love with you,ā ā 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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Nest (Clyde Logan x You)
Summary: Clyde Logan can't bare it when his Omega suffers through her heat. To help, he builds a cozy little nest.
Words: 2,640
Warnings: A/B/O, Heat, AlphaxOmega, PIV, Knotting.
Clyde Logan stands in the corner of his bedroom totally focused on fluffing pillows.Ā
To most, he appeared to just be some small town hick who owned a bar. This perception doesnāt bother him much, because he didnāt see the need for validation from the outside world. Clyde is who he is, and thatās all there is to it. He hadnāt gone to college, and he may not know the Pythagorean theorem or the plot to Hamlet, but there is one thing he did know. And that is that his Omega is about to go into heat.
This explains the pillows and the endless fluffing and replacing he had been doing, he was making a nest. He had already placed a small mattress and draped a canopy with white Christmas lights over it, knowing that would give it a more romantic feel that his Omega would enjoy. There are various blankets laid out, all soft enough to provide comfort when he wasnāt busy making you cum on them. Heats are painful for any Omega. As an Alpha, itās in his blood to protect and care for whatās his. Something that Clyde is happy to do. Finally pleased with the placement of everything, he adds one last touch. The stuffed animal that he had won for you on your third date. Heās made sure to rub his scent on everything heās put inside the nest. That way whenever you breathed in, all you would smell is himāyour Alpha.Ā
His ears pick up on the sound of your footsteps coming up the front porch. He can hear how sluggish your movements are. Youād be lucky if you made it till morning before the pain and the unbearable ache of your cunt started.Ā Keys jingle in the keyhole and the front door opens. Oh. The scent of you fills his home. Itās ten times stronger now that your heat is upon you. Youāre probably already soaked through your panties. Thank God he finished the nest in time. āDarlinā?ā He calls out to you while walking out of the bedroom. He finds you leaning against the wall by the front door. Heās beside you in an instant, arms wrapping around you so he could help you slip off your jacket. āAlphaās here lil āmega. Are you alright?ā You melt into his touch like butter. He was your life raft in the ocean of pain you currently find yourself in. You want nothing more than to be close to him so you bury your head into the fabric of his shirt. āEverything hurts and Iām dying.ā You mumble against his chest. Clyde makes a sympathetic noise in the back of his throat. He hates that nature forces you to experience such pain. āCome with me. I have something that might help.ā He doesnāt wait for a response. Just simply takes your hand and starts leading you to the bedroom. You donāt have the heart to tell him that the only thing that might help your current state is a bullet to the head. Stepping over the threshold to the bedroom, Clyde steps out of the way to reveal the cozy little nest heād spent all afternoon constructing. You stop in your tracks, mouth falling open into a tiny āoā shape. āOh Clydeā¦.Didā¦.Did you do this all for me?ā You look up at him with wide glassy eyes. No one had ever put this much time and effort into you before. Seeing this type of devotion from your mate only endears you to him more. You step forward to wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle your nose against the center of his chest. āThank you, Alpha. Itās perfect.ā A smile twitches at the corners of Clydeās mouth at the pride that blooms through him. Ā He pleased his mate. His body vibrates at the thought. He watches as you crawl into your new nest and make yourself comfortable amongst the blankets. You take a hold of one of the pillows and breathe in deeply.Ā
It smells like him, like warm whiskey, burning firewood and a natural musk that is innately Clyde. You put the pillow down and smile before beckoning him over. He toes off his shoes and crouches down to join you. He lets his hand travel down your leg but doesnāt say a word, just holds your gaze while taking off both of your shoes and tosses them by his. They had no place in your nest where the smell and pollution of the outside world could taint your space. With your shoes gone, he leans in and leaves a chaste kiss to your lips. He settles next to you, resting his back against the wall behind him. āCome here to me, āmega. Been thinkinā bout ya all day.ā You donāt hesitate to curl up between his legs and lay your head on his shoulder. A pleased hum leaves him as he wraps an arm around you. The back of your shirt has rolled up a bit, exposing just the tiniest bit of flesh. Still, Clyde canāt help but stroke his fingertips along your lower spine. His prosthetic arm rests in his lap but all the same you take his hand in yours. It never fails to make him feel loved, that you still hold his hand as if he never lost it in the first place. You on the other hand are currently struggling with wanting to fall asleep against him and the heat his touch is causing. His hand dips lower, skimming over the swell of your ass and itās suddenly all too much. You whine his name, hands moving to grip his tee-shirt. āItās aching Alpha. Make it better?ā He hesitates, not wanting to pressure you if you need to rest, but you shift and put your legs on either side of his hips. āPlease Clyde? Your Omega needs your knot.ā It's all the reassurance he needs. Without warning his hands grip your ass to pull you in even closer, grinding you down against him so the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against your cunt through your leggings. āIs that so? Ya already wanna dirty up our new nest with all yer cum, huh?ā Clyde smirks at you, a devilish look on his usual sweet face. His cock is starting to harden, but still he kisses you softlyāto tease you and make you needier. Rationally, he knows he shouldnāt. Youāre already suffering but your pleas shoot straight to his cock like nothing else could. To know you needed him, of all people to soothe you. He flips you onto your back, pinning you down to the mattress. His kiss turns passionate, his tongue molding against yours. It isnāt long before youāre pawing at his back, alerting him to the fact that youāre trying to pull his shirt over his head. With a chuckle he breaks the kiss and sits back on his knees. āStrip for Alpha, pretty girl.ā
You spring into action, moving quickly to get out of your clothes. It only excites him to start ripping off his own clothes. Neither of you would be needing them anytime soon. Your panties come off and Clyde is hit with your scent at full force. So much so that it almost makes him dizzy. He grabs the innermost part of your thigh and spreads you open with a growl. āPoor girl, been drippinā all over yerself, havenāt ya?ā You whine at him, finding it difficult to form words with how frustrated you feel. Heās taking his sweet time and itās driving you mad. Just when youāre about to lose what little control you have, he starts undoing his jeans. āKeep those open for Alpha.ā He grunts, nodding his head in the direction of your legs so he could stare while pulling his hard cock from his pants. His flesh hand wraps around it, gently stroking while staring into your eyes. āYer gonna be a good girl and do exactly what I say, ya hear?ā He doesnāt bother waiting for a reply, he already knows youāll obey. With his pants gone, he sits back against the wall and beckons you to him. āCome ride Alphaās cock.ā You scramble to your knees so you can straddle him, but Clyde stops you. āNu-huh, not that way. Face out, towards that.ā He points behind you to the full length mirror heās placed directly facing the nest. You had been so excited about the new nest that you hadnāt noticed the mirror. The pieces start to fit together in your mind and your cheeks burn. Clyde grins at the expression on your face.Ā āSmart girl has it all figured out, huh?ā Shyly you nod, āAlpha wants to watch as he knots me.ā He holds a hand out to you so he can help you get into position without losing your balance. Once you're settled with your back facing him and the head of his length kissing your entrance he whispers in your ear. āNot just that. I want you to watch as I knot ya. I want yer eyes glued to the way I fill that cunt.ā
Your breath hitches at his words, making eye contact with him in the mirror as you sink down onto him. You gasp at the feeling of him stretching you open while slipping inside. Clyde grunts, crashing his face into the crook of your neck. āFuckkkkā mega. Yer always so tight.ā Your head falls back onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.Ā
You feel so fullā¦.so complete. Like the two of you are puzzle pieces that are meant to fit together. Slowly you start to grind your hips forward, trying to build up momentum. āH-Help me?ā Both prosthetic and flesh hands go to your hips, keeping you steady as he drags you up and down on his cock. You moan out, moving with him to bounce faster on his cock. āOh God, Clyde. I love how good you feel inside! Hitting me s-so deep!ā He growls in response, eyes darting in every direction. From your face, to your breasts, to your slick little cunt thatās currently gobbling up his hard cock. Your eyes close again and Clyde grunts. He wants you to enjoy the view just as much as he is. āOpen those eyes.ā He thrusts his hips up hard, forcing your eyes to snap open. āGood girl. Watch what Alpha does to ya.ā His tone is stern and commanding. It has you clenching around him. His dominance never failed to make you desperate to please him. āIām watching Alpha! I swear!ā The ease at which Clyde maneuvers you on his length makes your cunt drip. He hits a particularly deep spot inside you and you nearly howl from the pleasure. You look at your reflection and watch where your bodies meet, watch him pound into you, watch the juices leak down to his balls. It does nothing but turn you on further. He catches the direction of your gaze, sees that you're fixated on the spot where youāre joined and a cocky grin spreads over his face. You were all his. āMa lil āmega, she says sheās so innocent but her eyes are glued to Alphaās cock fuckinā her. That pretty lil cunt all open and drippinā.ā Your chest heaves, trying to pull enough air into your lungs to respond but all you can manage to do is bed. āAlphaāfuck! Clyde, more, please more!ā You arenāt even sure what it is youāre begging for. All you know is your body is craving release. Using your free hand, you reach up and start tugging on your nipple. It sends jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.
He huffs against the skin of your shoulder, seeing you act so desperate has his cock throbbing. āThatās it, naughty girl. Look at ya being a whore for me.ā Itās something he rarely calls you. So hearing it now has you gasping. Clyde nips are your earlobe, his playful mood continuing. He plants a foot onto the mattress and uses it as leverage to fuck up into you even harder. The more aggressive thrusts have your entire body bouncing a top him. āIs this what ya meant by more?ā He grunts in between thrusts and pants for breath. You nod, starting to feel a familiar tightness blooming in your lower belly. You whimper out his name and lean even further back against his chest. Looking at your reflection you can see the dazed look on your face. You look like an utter deprived mess. Your hair is wild, breasts are bouncing, your mouth open in an āoā shape and flesh flushed with sweat. His arm comes around your middle to keep you securely in place as your body slam together. Wet slapping sounds fill the room. āLook at how beautiful ya look. So beautiful and all mine. Say it. Tell me how beautiful ma mate is!ā You hesitate and Clyde sucks on your mating gland. Despite the amount of times heās bitten it and marked you, it still has the power to make you yelp in pleasure. āSay it.ā He growls, commanding you to obey. āSay it and Iāll give ya ma knot.ā Youād do anything for that. So even though your voice trembles, the words flow from you like water. āIām beautiful. Iām Alphaās beautiful mate!ā He coos praises to you. āThatās ma girl. Go on and rub that swollen clit. Lets get ya cumminā so you can take this knot.āĀ Ā
Your hand dips down between your thighs to your clit. It pulses under your fingertips from being so stimulated. Your orgasm is indeed close and circling your fingers over your clit has your toes curling. You let out a strangled sobā¦.moments away from the edge. āThatās it āmega, Iāve gotcha. Cum for me!ā He reassures while trying to hold it together but watching his reflection you can see that heās nearing his peak just as fast. His teeth are bared with sweat forming on his forehead. He looks primal and so fucking delicious. Seeing the fire in his eyes is all you need. Your orgasm hits you hard. Hard enough to make you dizzy, but just as Clyde saidāhe has you. You let your body focus on nothing else but the tingling numbness of your orgasm. Clyde huffs hotly, movements rougher and sloppier. A few more snaps of his hips and his knot expands at the base of his cock, stretching you out even more as he fills you up. He howls, his own pleasure overtaking him while his knot locks your bodies together. It keeps his seed inside and rushing to the only place itās meant to goāyour womb. Slowly both of your movements come to a stop. Your bodies twitch as muscles unclench and relax. He slumps back against the wall and you slump back against him. The rise and falls of your chests sync up as you come down from your highs. Through shudder breaths he manages to speak first. āYer alright, sweet girl?ā You nod, practically purring now that youāve been knotted. The ache of your heat has momentarily subsided. With his hand to your stomach he carefully turns you both onto your sides. His knot still keeps you interlocked so he takes care not to cause his mate any discomfort from jostling you around too much.Ā Once youāre settled, he nuzzles you with his nose and hums words of praise. āMa good āmega. Took yer Alphaās knot so well. Made me so proud.ā You purr in response and let your eyes close. He softly chuckles. āSomeoneās sleepy hm? I think ma mate needs herself a nap.ā āMaybe just a little one? And then after I can cum for Alpha again?ā You whisper shyly. Clyde chuckles again with a nod. āAnything ya want āmega.ā
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FORM!!
Hey Guys, so i really wanna start writing stuff but i need some inspo. it would be really helpful if you would fill it out. i made both haydenverse and adamverse required even though some might not be a fan of both so in that case just pick a random one lol.
thank you for all of the support and i look forward to responses :)
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I've Got You: Ch. 15
Summary: Clyde slid another beer down the bar to his smiling brother. He looked around, chestnut eyes crinkling at the corners, taking in all the smiling, dancing people in his place. Leaning back against the rail, he listened to them talk, smelled the celebratory cigar smoke, and marveledā¦
A/N: Well, here we are. I have mulled over this for a long time, but this is where we say goodbye to Alpha and Clyde. I have told the story I wanted to tell, and I'm so grateful it resonated with so many people.
Reminder: The Keep Reading link directs you to AO3. I only post a blurb of this fic here as a test to see which way I like better. So, when it directs you there, it isnāt broken.
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Clyde slid another beer down the bar to his smiling brother. He looked around, chestnut eyes crinkling at the corners, taking in all the smiling, dancing people in his place. Leaning back against the rail, he listened to them talk, smelled the celebratory cigar smoke, and marveled...
Jubilant.
It was the only word Clyde could come up with to describe the atmosphere in The Duck Tape tonight. If it was rare for all the Logans to congregate, alphas from families all across the region coming together was unheard of, unreal. But here they all were - chatting and laughing in a downright triumphant fashion.
"She did not say that!" Joe Bang howled with laughter and jabbed at Lee's collar. "You got that right outta a movie!"
Lee swigged his beer and shook a finger at Joe, chiding him like they were in a schoolyard fight.
"I'm telling it, and you wasn't there neither!" The more animated Lee became, the more southern your brother sounded. "You's off blowing something or 'nother up while the rest of us faced down a...an..an ARMADA!"
Keep Reading
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Oh hehehehe oh my
Oh that was magnificent. Im in my Clyde Logan era and I love it here. This was short, sweet, and filthyā and absolute perfection. You never freaking miss, bestie. Not a damn time.
100000000/10, I will be fantasizing about this all day
What about a sweet Clyde loses control and gets a little feral?
Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, unprotected sex
Clyde had a really long night at the bar. Thatās the way he explains away his pent up aggression to himself when he grabs you and slams you up against the trailer door immediately upon entering your small home at the end of his shift.
You squeal at the suddenness of both his presence and his physicality but catch up quickly. Clyde is usually such a gentle giant, so youāre always sure to encourage his more enthusiastic moods.
Heās wordless today as he rips off your underwear and hauls you over to the formica counter. Youāre bent over it with little more than a grunt before his large hand is pawing at the apex of your legs. The moan he looses letās you know how pleased he is to find you already wet and needy for him.
The way he fucks you is brutal. Itās positively animalistic. Nothing but the raw slap of his hips against your ass and his loud and heavy breathing as he tries to gulp in enough oxygen to sustain this punishing pace.
āYou feel - fuck! You feel so good, Clyde,ā you finally manage to gasp between thrusts.
āMmmmm,ā Clyde practically growls in response. The sound comes from some place low and gravely and youāre just thinking about how youād love to live in that hot, heady vibration forever when the growl increases in volume, punctuated by a sharp slap to your ass.
The slap coincides with an increase in speed of Clydeās hips as he drives into you with renewed force.
Itās rough and fast and wholly out of character and half of your mind wonders what could have happened at the bar today to illicit this kind of fucking while the other half desperately wishes the savagery will never end.
āYouāre an - ah! Youāre an animal - oh god. Oh Clyde.ā
Clyde seems to interpret this correctly as praise because he hums in a way that reverberates in your gut and leans his body over yours, practically smothering you down into the counter. His prosthetic hand stabilizes your hip when suddenly, his other hand dips down to toy at your aching clit.
Animal he may be, but your Clyde is always a gentleman deep down.
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Hello lovelies, I wrote a thing: @mariesackler @millenialcatlady @paper-n-ashes @jynzandtonic @barbers-glimmerin-darlin @sacklerscumrag
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mrs. g's sextember (sexy september)
hello lovely friends! welcome to my sextember event post :)
sextember itself will begin on friday, september 8th and will end on saturday, september 23rd (event duration: 2 weeks).
the requesting period for sextember will be open from friday, august 25th to friday, september 1st.
despite the requesting period being open before the beginning of sextember, all the pieces themselves will be released within the two week event period.
please let me know by either commenting on this post or leaving an ask in my inbox if you'd like to be tagged in the sextember event pieces. I won't be doing any character-specific taglists, it'll just be a general event taglist.
below the cut, I'm gonna be outlining all the characters and content that are acceptable for this event. this will serve as the "request FAQ" for sextember in particular, so if you're planning on requesting, please read the stuff below the cut or else you risk your request being deleted.
Iām so, super duper excited to write all your wonderful ideas and I canāt wait to read them all come friday!!
tagging a few friends for attention :) @babbushka @safarigirlsp @mrs-zimmerman @clydesfavoritegirl @mythrielofsolitude @rynwritesstuff
guidelines for sextember requests
the sextember "golden rule" - your request MUST include something autumn-themed (no halloween stuff). read more below on the types of things I'll accept as autumn-themed.
pairings: I only write female reader characters and heterosexual (M/F) relationships.
characters: Clyde Logan, Flip Zimmerman, Charlie Barber, Jacques Le Gris, Commander Mills, Adam Sackler (depends on request).
content: as the event title suggests, all pieces will contain smut in some capacity but there will be a variety of "intensity" in said smut and will have something for almost everyone.
the range of smut content could include...
heavy making out (making out w/ some touching), dry humping/grinding, handjobs & vaginal fingering, oral sex, p in v, kinky content.
my no-no's are...
rape (consensual noncon is okay). under 18. kinks involving extreme violence or brutalization. cheating (main characters cheating on one another). dd/lg. age play. pet play. pegging. strap-ons. male lingerie. anal play/sex. scat play. feeding kink.Ā religious services, ceremonies, celebrations of any kind.
autumn-themed content: could involve an autumn setting (ie. a pumpkin patch, hayride, pumpkin carving, etc), an autumn item of some kind (ie apple cider, pumpkins, comfy sweaters, etc), and/or movie viewing (ie a spooky movie viewing). really, just something thatās autumnal in nature, Iām not super picky. just as long as itās not something halloween, itāll fit the event lol.
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Kylo Ren Fluff HCs
warnings: none, AFAB!reader (not proofread sorry)
I have made my triumphant return to writing! Enjoy my sweet delusional babies.
A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)
Kylo admires your softness, though you are very strong, (and almost annoyingly independent) he finds himself in awe of your smooth skin, the way your hair frames your face. He takes notice of the way you keep your nails filed and clean, how you always smell so sweet. Heās just enamored by how beautiful you truly are and how lucky he is.
B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)
Oh boy. As previously mentioned in the NSFW alphabet, heās a sucker for your thighs and your ass. Youāre the perfect shape, molded especially for his hands. But on a more sentimental note, he loves your eyes. How long your lashes are, the way you look up at him with love and certainty.
C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)
He wasnāt use to having another body next to him. So many nights saturated with nightmares and coldness. He was so cold. That first night cuddled up to him, he knew he couldnāt sleep any other way. He prefers being ābig spoonā holding your frame tightly against his chest, so he can protect you, even in sleep. At night just before tiredness takes you, youāll sprawl across his chest, playing with his hair and talking about anything and everything. Itās moments like that, that he replays when heās feeling stressed, remembering the curve of your smile and the smell of your shampoo.
D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)
Due to being you know, the ruler of everything, he cant really take you out properly. However, his idea of a ādateā is making sure to be home on time to eat with you, talk about your days, and just spend quality time with his girl.
E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)
Kylo isnāt the best at this. Mostly, because he feels so undeserving of you and when he tries to communicate how much he loves you, it makes him well up. You can always tell what heās feeling just by looking into his eyes, always a little glazed over when heās looking at you, of course. Heāll swallow down a sob and just grab your hand, stroking it with his thumb. And thatās enough for you.
F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)
Family has always been a sore spot for him, obviously, constantly seeking that feeling of belonging. Heās scared to death to ever become a father, afraid of letting his children down. Of letting you down. Of letting his anger get in the way. But heād be lying if he said he didnāt think about making you a mother sometimes. How amazing you would be, how he craves to see you holding his child. Youāre his only family now, so heās more focused on nurturing you. (For now).
G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)
Anything you want, just ask. It is yours. Youād be talking about some pretty dress you saw, not even halfway through your sentence and heād say,
āPull up my account.ā
H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)
At first he was afraid of people looking at him as weak while holding your hand, but he very quickly got over that. It took him awhile to show PDA, but now that you rule together, he feels even stronger when your palm is in his. Heāll gladly walk the Finalizer with a hand on the small of your back, chin high. Heās so proud of you, and likes to show you off.
I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)
Panic. He would drop everything to leave and go check on you. If you were bed ridden, he would stop 20 times a day to see if you needed anything, making sure the nurses were making you their top priority. Youād wave him off telling him you were going to be okay, but that panic never stopped for him. Youāre all he has left.
J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)
Youāre definitely the funny one. Even when he is particularly stoic that day, you can still make him crack a smile. You bring out the Ben in him sometimes, and he revels in that, laughing for minutes on end over something stupid.
K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)
In passing, heāll give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
As a greeting, heāll kiss you slow, taking in your lips against his.
When youāre in bed, itās this languid, breathless kiss that has his heart pounding out of his chest.
When saying goodbye, itās a quick peck followed by a few moments of staring into your eyes, never wanting to leave you. Ever.
L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)
He has and always will show up for you. Whenever you need him, he feels it deep in his chest, you donāt even have to say it out loud. You two are so connected, so intertwined, he can feel you needing him before the thought crosses your mind. No matter the time or context, heās rushing to your side. He loves his sweet girl. š«¶š¼
M = Memory (favorite memory together?)
The first kiss. Kylo had never felt so warm, so held, in his entire life. The first time you kissed him was also his first kiss. Ever. The excitement, and fear, that twisted in his chest made him feel giddy, softly grabbing your neck and surrendering himself to you. Thats when he knew he would be whatever man you needed him to be.
N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)
You calling it quits. Even if he lived 10 lifetimes, he wouldnāt feel like he deserved you in any of them. Yes, he would totally understand if you ever decided to leave him, but selfishly, he canāt find it in him to let you go. Even if it may be whatās best for you in the long run. The man he is and was haunts him and makes him feel sick, always hoping that his baggage never bleeds into yours.
O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)
He puts on a sock, then a shoe, one at a time for each foot. Like, he doesnāt put both socks on, THEN the shoes. Freak! (jk)
P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)
Iād like to headcanon that he calls you āsweetheartā every once in awhile. Always whispering it too, itās always so gentle and sweet. I can also see him calling you āmy loveā here and there. So cute.
Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)
Having shared quarters definitely helps with this, so even on days where you donāt see him at all, you know that heāll be there after your duties. He values just being able to hold you, talk to you for hours, whatever you want to do with him. Another way you and him spend time together, and maybe the most important of all, is going on missions. Thereās no other person you can truly rely on besides him, and itās no question that everyone can count on a success when youāre working as a team.
R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)
Here are a few songs that remind me of Kylo!
The Reason- Hoobastank
Birds of a Feather- Billie Eilish
The Summoning- Sleep Token (heavy on this one).
S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)
Kylo is a tough one to crack. There are still some things he hasnāt told you, but heās the most vulnerable when you are, when you start opening up to him. Heāll tell you a similar experience that happened to him, never wanting you to feel alone.
T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)
When you first joined the Order, he viewed you as nothing but competition. Your numbers, your successes challenged him until he realized you were more of an asset than an enemy. Then, he craved you. He daydreamed of how powerful you would be together. That fateful day in the throne room when you both defeated Snoke was his wake up call. He essentially begged you to join him, and you said yes, by his luck. It took him awhile to muster up the courage to ask anything from you, but he did. And you both have been unstoppable since.
U = Upset (how do they act when youāre upset?)
The second a tear hits your cheek, heās curling you into him with a vice grip, stroking your hair, gentle touches to your back. He knows pain, and loathes you experiencing it too. Heās your safe place.
V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)
Kylo is proud of how far heās come, what heās proved himself to be to the order. How people either fear him or respect him throughout the galaxy. But there is nothing heās more proud of than you. He is honored to be even associated with you, pride surging through him when people recognize your power. He feels most confident when youāre walking beside him.
W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)
He doesnāt think heās ever been more turned on in his life. You are sharp, lethal. But graceful. Each swing of your saber carefully calculated. He would go as far to say you were a much more reliable and sturdy fighter than himself. He swells with pride seeing you take whatās yours, getting your revenge.
X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)
Given your dyad, there are no secrets. He canāt exactly read your thoughts word for word, but he can pick up on the feelings you have no matter how complicated they are. Sometimes he knows what you need before you do.
Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)
He would be shaking, nervousness vibrating in his chest, along with hope that you wonāt refuse him this. This promise, this covenant to hold you forever. He swallows thickly, eye twitching and jaw working. You can see in his eyes thereās already a trace of tears. Heād grab both your hands, almost crushing them with how scared he was.
āI want you. All of you. Forever.ā
He takes a knee humbly before you.
āPlease.ā
Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)
Your presence. Everyone aboard knows the only way to knock any kind of sense, or peace, into the Supreme Leader is through you. (Which is why most political or detrimental plans are run by you first). You can feel his anger rippling through your dyad, urging you to find him, and once you do you place a light hand on his shoulder, āKyloā¦breathe.ā And he does.
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Wicked Fairytales
My fun little series in which I give my own twisted twist on some classics.
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
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. ā ļøReyā ļø
Donāt let the warnings scare you! This is Romance and Comedy. Ā
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Based on A Midsummer Night's Dream
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.
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.
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.
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
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.Ā
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This is the result of my love for Pirates of the Caribbean. Yes, it's a classic.
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.
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 itās Halloween!
Inspired by the Seven Deadly Sins.
Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Language. Chasing kink. Primal Play. If thereās such a thing as Lumberjack kink, itās in here. Extreme bastardization of fairy tale dialogue.
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If I were Little Red Riding Hood...
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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masterlist ; reve's quirky reverie (fall '23 special!)
about :
ā come & venture into the darker, sinister or more erotic side of the blog with yours truly for this year's month of the spooky! š·
ā 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]
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!
Ė Ā· . curious about past fics or any other characters I write for? come & check out my full m.list!
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I saw your ask for writing requests. How about soft dominant Clyde Logan distracting you from college finals?
SOFT DOM CLYDE! SOFT DOM CLYDE! Arguably my favorite Clyde. Wishing you luck with your exams, bby! Please accept these thots:
He's been patient all night, bringing you steaming mugs of tea while you pour over your textbooks and type away on your laptop. He's so proud of how hard you work, but the hour is growing late and he can see the dark hollows underneath your eyes. He leans against the side of your desk, looking down at you with soft, expectant eyes.
"Just a couple more minutes to finish this chapter," you say, noticing the way his arms cross and his brows lift.
"Darlin', that's what ya said half an hour ago an' it's nearly midnight now. Y'need some rest."
"I know, I know," you sigh. "But I'm so close to being done."
"And it'll be there in the morning waiting for ya." He pulls your chair back and tips your chin up to kiss you slow and deep. It's soft and unhurried at first, but your heart starts to hammer as his tongue slides against yours and his hand cups the nape of your neck. His gaze is dark when you break away and liquid heat pools in your core. "Bed," he orders. "Now."
He leads you down the hallway to the room you share, crowding you toward the mattress till you tumble back on it. He's quick to tug off your bottoms and spread your legs wide, settling between your thighs to lick a hot stripe up the center of your cunt. You gasp at the sensation and lace your hands in his hair, shifting your hips up to meet his mouth.
"There's my girl," he growls, his grin wolfish as he looks up at you from under dark lashes. "Let's make you forget all about those tests."
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