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smutsonian · 3 years ago

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in search for a friend

clyde logan x female!reader

summary: finding a real friend can be hard so when you finally found one, you were head over heels but that was until he decided he didn’t want you around anymore.

warnings: 18+, smut, darkish clyde, innocent reader, naive reader, dub-con, stalker-ish behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, jealousy, innocence kink, size kink, public segghs, cunnilingus yeet, angst, insecurities, loss of virginity, bleeding, creeps at the bar, sucky ending, surprise appearance of someone 😏 (im not being sleek bc he’s literally on the mood board thingy i made), i have no idea how bionic arms work, tell me if I missed something

word count: 8.9k

a/n: this is for you, Ora @crappedoutlungs 🥴 thank you for dragging me into the adam driver train 💀

I havent written in a long time so this is going to be rusty. Expect the smut to be cringy ✌🏼🥴

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You knew Mellie from the salon. Your mother didn’t really force you to go but she would drag you with her to get a monthly hair day or sometimes, weekly mother and daughter time. It was a bit of a fiddly ritual but you eventually got used to it. You blamed it on your mother missing you at home ever since you got old enough to move out. She always did treat you like her baby girl and accepted that she would never grow out of that phase. You liked having your mom around. It’s not like you had many friends in town. Others may think of you clueless but you know what they say behind your back.

Mellie sometimes lacked a filter when talking to her customers and you were no different from the other customers. It was admirable though. You admired her honesty more than those two-faced people who call themselves a friend. That being said, her lack of filter made you understand why people seemed to be avoiding you in town. It’s not like you were awful, no. You tried your best to be the best version of yourself for people but when Mellie’s words came out of her mouth, you found your whole body warming up in embarrassment.

“People say you think you’re too good for anyone. You’re like this perfect lil girl and I guess everyone just got sick of the innocent thing going on,” You thought you saw Mellie looking almost guilty and concerned but the look was gone with a shrug.

“Don’t listen to them though. You keep being yourself, honey. You ain’t gotta please everyone, you know?” She smiles at you through the mirror while she makes her last adjustments to your hair.

“I know Clyde already has his eyes on you because of that goddamn good girl charm…” She mutters under her breath but it didn’t make sense for you. You only know that the name was one of her brothers.

“W-what?”

“Oh, don’t mind me, honey. See! You look stunnin’!” She exclaims, catching your mother’s attention a few chairs away from you, reading a magazine.

“Oh, baby! You really do look like a princess! Your father never lies, does he?” Your mother’s compliment only made your lips quiver in embarrassment as you heard Mellie snickering behind you. This is why people hate on you. They thought you were haughty and a suck-up.

You turn to look at a grinning Mellie through the mirror and let out a sigh. You always thought Mellie hated you like the rest but she was probably the nicest of the bunch for being honest with you.

“Momma? I’ll meet you back at home, okay?” Stopping the tears from falling, you stood up and offered Mellie your payment, leaving a huge tip before dashing for the door.

Keeping your head down and eyes on the floor as you walked with the goal of reaching your parents’ house as soon as possible, you didn’t notice someone else walking hastily until your bodies collided with each other. The other person was much larger than you, making you stumble backwards but never falling because a firm hand stops you from doing so.

“Be careful,” a deep and soft voice fills the air.

You look up to see a very tall man and the sight of a prosthetic hand is enough to let you know who the person is.

“Y-you’re Mellie’s brother,” you dumbly stutter, shaking your head at yourself for being so clumsy with your words.

“Yes, I am. I’m Clyde Logan and you’re…” He frowns as he says your name, taking out a hanky from his pocket and carefully reaching it towards your face, he only wiped at your tears when he saw you weren’t flinching away from him.

Your jaw clenches absentmindedly at the thought of crying in front of Clyde for the first time you’re officially meeting him.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, now wiping your own eyes with his hanky as he pulled his hand back.

“No need to be sorry,” he smiles at you, eyes fogging in thought as he watches you try to cover your face with your newly done hair.

“Here,” he takes his cap off before putting it on the top of your head, arranging it until the visor is covering your face from the sun, and your tears from other people.

“My mom would be so upset… I just got my hair done—” you stop your words, mind going back to Mellie’s words and you berate yourself for acting so stern.

“I-I mean thank you,” you say instead, looking up at Clyde so he can see the smile on your face.

He playfully pats the visor before putting his arm around you in a friendly manner.

“How about I walk you home?”

You agreed with a smile, the thought of finally having a friend eating up its way to your heart.

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Clyde Logan believed his family to be cursed. Nothing but bad luck comes to his family but he wasn’t that hopeless. He may come off as dispirited when confronted at the bar but that’s because he had learned to give the town the same energy it gives him. In fact, it’s either his family is cursed or the people around them are just very awful people. Either way, he still believed that the curse can be broken or that he’ll find other people that're different from the people he’s used to.

He still had little hope but he didn’t expect that hope to come in the form of one sweet little lady.

He heard a lot about her and at first, he thought she was just one of those snobs but the more he saw her around, accidental and intentional, he learned her better. She was genuine and far from the gossip that the townspeople are spreading about the poor girl. She’s not a pretentious brat at all. She’s genuinely… pure.

He wondered how he’ll be able to talk to someone like her or how someone like her would talk to someone like him. He did think at some point that she can be the light that his dark life needed but what if he becomes the reason that her light darkens? What if instead of her purity breaking his family’s curse, his curse taints hers?

So, he decided to avoid her. Avoid spoiling her purity by staying clear of her way as much as he can.

But fate had different plans, it seemed like. What are the odds that she’ll bump into him literally outside of his sister’s salon, tears falling down her precious cheeks, her eyes screaming for help while looking so beautiful in her sundress? He couldn’t help it. It was like he was conditioned to act and protect her. Make her feel better.

And that’s what he did and he was rewarded with her lovely smile that will forever be sitting on his mind.

And the way she easily fit in his arm as he walked her home only made him forget about the plan of avoiding her. That was simply impossible now that he’s been that close to her. She even gave his hanky back after thanking him a billion times for walking her home. A hanky that would be very useful at night when he thinks of her.

He watches her hopeful eyes turn into glee when he tells her that he’ll be seeing her around. It was like she was just as excited as him to be in each other’s presence. Her idea may be more innocent than his but the glint in her eyes told him that she’ll be willing to learn.

He’s more than willing to teach her.

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You were thankful for having a genuine friend such as Clyde. Thankful for having a friend in general but it felt like someone was toying with you because the very first actual friend that you manage to have, you’re having feelings for. You had a lot of arguments with yourself in front of the mirror, chiding yourself for thinking of such things as having feelings for Clyde. How would you even know that you’re in love with someone when you’ve never fallen in love?

You blamed it on your instinctive habit of sabotaging what you have. You figured that Clyde might just be a really likable man. He’s attractive and you wouldn’t be surprised if you found out that a lot of your peers would have a crush on him, though the thought bothers you for some unknown reason. But it wasn’t just about his looks. He’s a very nice person and your first time meeting him showed you that. He could’ve easily ignored you and went on with his way but he didn’t. He made sure that you’re okay and even walked you home. He then continued seeing you, making sure that you’re enjoying every walk, lunch, and so with him. He made you feel a lot of things but maybe that’s what good friends are for. Maybe you’re just confusing friends with lovers. What would you even know about lovers?

Now that the thought of Clyde being a good friend to you, you wondered if you were a good friend to Clyde.

So, you started working on a self-made project. You remembered Clyde making comments about his prosthetics being a bother from time to time and inconveniently useless so you planned on making that problem whoosh away. The little engineering lessons that your father would give you as you were growing up will come in handy for the project. You already bought a bunch of books that could help you so you started after the very second you got your materials. It would cost a bit much for them but it would be nothing when it means being a good friend for Clyde.

You’d miss a few walks with Clyde because of your self-made project but you figured it wouldn’t bother him because he’s a busy guy. He had a bar to run so that gave you some time to work on your project that’s slowly becoming a success.

You thought it wouldn’t bother him.

You were wrong.

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You finally agreed to come to Duck Tape per Clyde’s request. He has been asking you to come but you’ve always made an excuse because you usually work on your project at the hours the bar opens. Not wanting to cause suspicion and not wanting to refuse Clyde anymore, you decided to say yes as well as give yourself a break from your project. He offered to take you there during his break but you refused, telling him that it was just a few minute walk from your home. As you were walking up the steps, you were greeted by a man who looked out of it which made you feel uneasy but the moment he gave you a genuine smile, your uneasiness went away.

He stated your name, more like slurred but he mentioned Clyde’s name as well so your eyebrows eased from being furrowed.

“Y-You know Clyde?”

“Hell yeah! Been telling me about you as well! It’s nice to finally meet you. I can finally put a face on the sweet girl that made Clyde all soft,” he snickers before offering you a smoke which you politely declined.

“Mhm… Forgot about the good girl part,” he muttered before waving at you.

“Well, the name’s Earl. Clyde’s waiting for you inside. Think Jimmy’s in there with him,” he shrugged before returning to his own world. You smiled at him one last time before rushing inside, seeing Clyde prepare a drink for the three strangers wearing red. You stood mesmerized at how he is in his zone that you didn’t realize that you’ve stood frozen just a few feet away from the bar.

You only snapped out of your dazed state when the man pulled out his phone and pointed it at Clyde, asking him to do the whole mixture again. You walked over to the bar quietly, a few seats away from the obnoxious man before waving at Clyde who turned to look at you. You then noticed his prosthetic hand that was on the bar and you remembered the project you're working on and getting excited to see how Clyde would react. You hope he’d be happy.

“Hi Clyde,” you piped up from your seat, adjusting awkwardly when you felt the other three’s attention on you.

“Well, would you look at that…” The man planning on filming Clyde looked at you with an ugly smirk before dropping his phone.

“How’d someone like you know someone like him?” He turned to Clyde with a sour look before looking back at you with his smug look.

You only stared at him before shaking your head and turning to look at Clyde with a small smile.

“The name’s Max,” the stranger says before sitting beside you, an arm curling behind your seat before leaning a little too close to your face.

“Hey, man. You’re making her uncomfortable. Maybe you should back off,” Clyde says calmly but you managed to see his jaw clenching when you looked up at him.

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it? Slap me with your plastic arm?” Max laughs along with the two other guys he’s with.

“Oh, I’m sorry… Your plastic hand!” He laughs harder before his face suddenly gets slammed on the bar, making you jump in surprise and squeak in terror as a new guy comes out, punching the three guys like some kind of hero.

Clyde takes a bottle out from the racks, walks around the bar before helping you out of your seat and guiding you outside. He gently sits you beside Earl on the bench before walking down the few steps and leaning on the fence.

“Are you okay?” He looks back at you, anger in his eyes and you could do nothing but nod. He nods back before taking a chug out of the bottle and turning back around.

That’s when things started to go south for you. From Clyde setting Max’s car on fire to Jimmy coming out before Max and his friends do, to Jimmy nodding at you before shouting some weird word at Clyde.

You thought he said “cauliflower” but you weren’t too sure.

Clyde seemed confused as well but later seemed to realize what it meant. You remained seated beside Earl just like how Clyde left you there.

Clyde then walks back to you after Jimmy drives away, his eyes darker than before and face wearing nothing but a cold emotion.

“I’ll take you home,” was Clyde’s reply. He took you home, the whole drive silent and uncomfortable for you because Clyde was never like this with you. Have you done something wrong? Maybe he realized how much you’re being a bad friend and this is his way of ending your friendship.

Who were you kidding? Clyde would never do that. He’s been nothing but nice to you.

“W-we should probably stop hanging out,” Clyde breaks the silence as he stops his car right in front of your house.

You’re too shocked to even realize that he stuttered his words out, something that would allow you to realize that he was lying if you weren’t too hurt by the words that just left his mouth.

“I-I don’t understand, Clyde. I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong. I—”

“Please get out of the car,” he whispers your name like it hurts his tongue to even mention your name. Were you really that awful to be friends with that just the mention of your name disgusts Clyde?

“Clyde,” you sob, trying to reach for his hand but he flinches away, causing you to stop mid-air. You took a sharp inhale before nodding.

“I-I’m sorry. I really tried to be a good friend…” You let out a dejected sigh before fumbling with the seatbelt and bolting out of the car, ignoring Clyde as he shouts at you to wait. You never stopped running until you were inside the comfort of your home. Your tears only get worse when you hear his car driving off.

You pry yourself away from your door after a few minutes, sniffling and turning to look around your dark home, eyes catching the glint of the project that you’re working on. It needs a few more months but it’s close to being done but now you’re not too sure if it’s even worth something.

You did your best to stop yourself from just throwing the project out, ignoring your work table, and heading straight to your bedroom. You’d sleep this all off, hoping that everything was just a nightmare and when you wake up, everything would be fine again.

It didn’t work.

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Clyde couldn’t have been happier when she finally agreed on visiting the bar, the day progressed with him being excited to see her like he always feels a rush whenever he comes to see her. Somehow, her coming to the bar to see him felt like it’s making their relationship, sorry, friendship stronger. He smiled at the thought of their friendship turning into a relationship. Maybe tonight is the night he can finally tell her how he really feels about her.

Clyde was so excited for her to come but that was until the three NASCAR assholes in red came in and her arrival became the last thing he wanted. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone as foul as these guys seeing or even glancing in his girl’s direction. Not his girl. At least not yet.

He noted that she wasn’t anywhere to be seen and he’s never been thankful to be stood up so he continued bartending, trying his best to ignore Max Chilblain as he makes fun of him. He remained unbothered about the whole situation, not really caring how pressed Jimmy is becoming until he saw her staring back at him with those bright and innocent eyes by the door. She was looking at him in a way that made his throat tighten as well as his pants. She wasn’t looking at him lecherously, she was looking at him with those familiar friendly and demure eyes which made his dirty mind go haywire. She was also wearing her signature sundress which only fueled his hunger.

He was snapped out of his sinful thoughts when Max started advancing towards her.

He didn’t even give a fuck about how Max is throwing insults at him, no. He only had his eyes focused on the way the fucker’s hand is resting behind her and he wanted nothing but to snap it in half or completely rip it out of his body but he remained calm. He remained calm even though every liquid inside of him was sizzling in anger.

He felt both thankful and awful when Jimmy showed back up and started hauling the asshole down the floor. He was thankful because the asshole wasn’t bothering her anymore but he felt awful because he wasn’t able to do anything about the whole situation. He was supposed to be the one protecting her but he couldn’t do anything. He could’ve done what Jimmy was doing but he chose not to. All of it was making him think about how he won’t be enough for her if they do start a relationship.

He was going to make it better. He planned on making it better. So, he led her out of the bar, away from the commotion as his mind started working out a plan on making things better for her. This visit was supposed to produce something new and something great but it gave the exact opposite of that.

He was going to make things better.

He really was.

Then Jimmy had to fucking say that fucking word.

Cauliflower.

Getting in trouble wasn’t something he wanted her to be a part of, along with the idea of him not being enough for her and him getting into trouble was enough for him to push her away.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He almost cracked when her eyes stared back at him with so much sadness and hurt.

Hurt.

He didn’t want to hurt her but he needed to protect her. He wouldn’t be able to protect her if he was directly putting her in danger. Not with the fucked up shit that his brother always gets them into. Not with the fucked up shit that his brother gets him into.

When she apologized and insinuated that she was being an awful friend, he was ready to say fuck it to Jimmy’s idea but she ran. He watched her back as she ran away from him. He called for her, he tried but she didn’t stop. He’d done it.

What’s done is done.

He’ll make it better.

He’s doing it to protect her.

He’ll make it better.

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You thought you’d be better with time but you didn’t. You weren’t exactly in a bad place but you weren’t in a good place either.

You were… just there.

Then he disappeared.

Not that you’re keeping tabs on him.

You just heard from your mother who heard it from Mellie at the salon that he got himself in prison. You never visited the salon again after your fallout with him. You didn’t think he'd appreciate it if you acquainted yourself with his family. He was obviously revolted by you so you’d do the both yourself a favor and distance yourself. Save him the disgust and save yourself the embarrassment.

Your mother noticed the change in your behavior, especially when you stopped going to the salon with her but she let you be and you were thankful for that.

You still worked on the now useless project though. You were sure that you’re never going to give it to him because why would he accept anything from someone like you? No, you continued the project for your own sake. If you didn’t focus on something, you’d probably go crazy.

So you continued your project just for the sake of your sanity.

You didn’t dwell on the thought of him. He probably didn’t want you thinking about him anyway. The way he flinched away from you in the car flashes in your mind and you shake your head as you let out a sigh.

You needed a new hobby...

And possibly a new friend.

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You ran into Dayton White at the grocery store. He was covered in a big hoodie, a cap that covered his face (you tried your best to forget about the way Clyde’s cap covered your face the first time the two of you met), and a pair of huge sunglasses. He was obviously trying to be inconspicuous and failing miserably at it. You didn’t know the man but it was easy to apprehend what he’s trying to do.

You giggled at his very conspicuous attire.

Your giggle seemed to have caught his attention because his cap-covered head snapped towards your direction, making your eyes widen and quickly turn away from him, making a beeline for the cashier.

“Something funny?” Came his voice from behind you as he jogged along with you.

“N-nothing, sir.”

“Sir?” You hear him chuckle, making you even more embarrassed.

“You want a picture with me?”

That made you scoff. You don’t even know the guy. Maybe you heard about him from the television, something about a race and a crash but you weren’t even sure if that’s him and you didn’t care enough to know.

“What?” he asked, complete confusion covering his face. His confused look reminded you of a certain someone but you threw it at the back of your head.

“No, thank you.” You give him a faux small smile before continuing towards the cashier, ready to call it a day. The memories of a certain someone really made your mood sour and sad. Sour because of yourself and sad because he left you.

The arrogant guy joined you at the cashier, placing his items with yours, and easily paying for the lot as you stood frozen beside him.

“Sorry. I’m Dayton,” he smiles at you, arrogance lost in his face and replaced by a genuine one, his hand held out for you to shake.

You mutter your name quietly before shyly shaking his hand as quickly as possible.

“So, you don’t know me?” He smirks, a friendly one if that makes sense, before taking your stuff from the bagger and guiding you out of the store.

“Sorry…” You had the urge to apologize so you did.

He laughs at that and you only frown at him.

“What are you sorry for, sweetheart?” You frown at the nickname and only shrugged.

“Because I’ve offended you?” Your tone was more of a question than an answer.

Dayton took a deep breath before nodding and smiling at you once more.

“You’re weird…” He states, watching you as your face falls at the insult.

“No, that’s a good thing!” He immediately assures.

“Oh…” You nod shyly before pointing towards the direction of your home.

“I’ll be going. It was nice meeting you, Dayton.”

As you began walking home, you felt him following you so you stopped to turn and look at him.

“Why are you following me?”

“These are your groceries.”

“No, they’re not.”

“They are.”

“You paid for them so they’re yours.”

He laughs again and lets his shoulders slouch.

“Why do I feel like you’ve never had any friends…”

“I do! I mean I did. I mean… I have friends,” you explained, making a fool of yourself.

“Not very good ones,” he deadpans.

“You don’t measure good friendship with the things they buy for you.”

“Okay, that’s true, I guess.” He surrendered.

“Can I walk you home?”

“You’re basically a stranger.”

“But I’m Dayton White!” You could tell that he was half-joking and half-serious.

“Yeah. A stranger to me.”

In the end, you both decided that he’ll just walk you to the nearest bus stop and let you be from there. He didn’t leave the stop until your bus was away from his view.

You finally get home, grocery bag in hand and a smile stretching your face. You didn’t even notice you were smiling until your face started to hurt.

You’ve never worn a genuine smile after Clyde…

Maybe this is the new friendship you were looking for.

You still needed a new hobby but you’d take a friend anytime.

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Clyde should’ve known. He should have known better.

The moment he strayed away from her, it’s like the curse suddenly came crawling back into his life.

But he did it to keep her safe.

But how is he going to keep her safe now that he can’t even see her anymore? He has no idea where she is or what she’s doing and it’s making him go insane.

At first, the plan seemed substantial. He’d be able to do anything for her. Buy anything for her. Their fallout would have only been history right after the heist because like he promised himself, he’ll make things better.

But Jimmy… Fucking Jimmy decided to have a change of heart and everything he lost, he lost in vain. He hated the thought of losing her. He was just planning to make things more official and serious with her but the moment he made her leave his car that night, the curse enveloped him. It’s like the way of the universe making him know that he’s a fucking idiot.

As if he didn’t already know. As if he didn’t beat himself up every night at the thought of her being gone in his life.

He didn’t even feel anything when Jimmy revealed that he didn’t entirely fuck the heist up. He didn’t care that he’s got a few zeros added to his bank account. He was too busy thinking about her. He couldn’t see her anymore. Even when he got out of the prison, he didn’t see her. It’s like she disappeared.

That was until Mellie got the whole crew to go to the bar for some weird version of reunion.

Clyde was cleaning some glasses, pouring drinks here and there with his new and improved prosthetic hand, and ignoring Mellie as she tried to tell him something about a surprise before proceeding to flirt with Joe Bang.

Clyde was just pouring a drink for the strange woman when he heard the entrance door opening. He wasn’t expecting anyone anymore. Mellie made sure that the only people inside are the crew. He was already skeptical about the unfamiliar woman, but his whole world seemed to have converted into slow motion when he turned to look at the entrance.

There she was, wearing one of her adorable sundresses while her lips seemed to be lacking the usual smile that he’s gotten used to seeing. Her eyes weren’t as bright as before but they still held the usual innocence it has always held only this time, it was mixed with something darker. Sadder.

He watches as she waves and smiles at Mellie before proceeding to walk in, aiming for one of the tables that’s very far from the bar and everyone else. Ever the shy girl…

Clyde’s adoring eyes turn dark when just behind her, by the door, a familiar face begins walking to her and then beside her AND THEN helping her sit before sitting across from her.

Dayton-fucking-White

What the hell was he doing here?

Why the hell was he with her?

Clyde turns to look at Mellie, noting the shock on her face. She must’ve invited her but wasn’t expecting her to come with anyone.

Was she the surprise Mellie was talking about?

The strange woman continued talking to him but he no longer paid attention to her. He wasn’t even making it subtle that he wasn’t listening to her.

He was busy looking at his girl.

Even if they didn’t make it into something, she was still his girl.

Ignoring the guy sitting across from her, Clyde memorized her. It feels like it’s been years since he last saw her and the last image he had of her was her in tears.

Now she’s sitting from across the room, face sullen than the first time he met her. He began to think that maybe he wasn’t the only one that got affected long-term by his stupid decisions.

His attention towards her was disrupted when Dayton White waved a hand in front of his face before apologizing when he slightly flinched in surprise.

“Hey, man. Sorry… Umm, just wondering if I can get two colas,” Dayton flashes a bright smile before handing him a bill that was more than enough for two coca-colas.

Clyde’s jaw clenches at the thought of someone looking after you. Someone that’s not him. Of course, he knows that you don’t drink alcohol. He knew that because he’s the one who used to buy you cola whenever you’d go out for lunch and dinner but he’s somehow glad that someone was looking after you when he couldn’t. But the bitterness was still there.

Who exactly is Dayton White in your life now?

He places the two cans of soda on the bar before sliding the bill back to Dayton.

“On the house,” he fakes a smile for him before looking at her, who suddenly looked away as if his gaze burned her.

Pain was the only feeling coursing through his body as he tried his best to think of possible ways of making it up to her. He only thought of her for the rest of the night while he still tried to bartend for everyone.

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You don’t know why but it was painful to see Clyde with that unfamiliar pretty woman. Somehow, you understand why Clyde would be with her rather than someone like you. You curse at yourself for almost getting caught staring at him. He’d probably be annoyed or even mad at you for staring at him like a creep. He wanted nothing to do with you. He probably hated you so much and is wondering why the heck you were even in his bar.

Mellie never mentioned that Clyde would be here. Mellie just invited you over, begged and even conspired with your mother to make you come with her to this bar. You didn’t understand why she’d go through all that trouble just to have you here and ignore you for some intimidating-looking guy.

You’re just glad that Dayton offered to come with you. After meeting at the grocery store, he became a friend to you. A close friend and you still wonder how the two of you became friends when you both have nothing in common other than your severe dislike towards Max Chilblain.

You guessed bonding over hating someone was enough to become friends because Dayton turned out to be a good friend behind his arrogant stature.

“Stop looking so gloomy, you weirdo,” Dayton sits back down with two cans of soda before offering one for you with a teasing smile.

“I’m not a weirdo. And I’m not gloomy, you jerk!”

Dayton’s eyebrows shoot up before he’s pointing an accusing finger at you.

“Where’d you learn to speak like that? Where’d my sweet lil friend go?” Dayton smiles at your pouty face before leaning over so he can whisper something by your ear.

“He’s been looking at you, you know. And he’s been glaring at me for being this close to you,” he whispers before leaning back to his seat.

His words only made you confused before your eyes widened in realization.

“He probably hates that I’m here. Maybe we should go,” you begin to stand up when Dayton pulls you back down.

“Why are you so clueless? He’s obviously jealous!” Dayton hissed, pulling your seat closer to his and wrapping an arm around you.

“See? He looks like he wants to kill me because I have my arm wrapped around you,” he whispers and huffs when you gently push him away from you.

“He can’t be. He’s with the pretty girl over there,” you point at the woman before looking back at Dayton who’s wearing a frown on his face.

“I know that woman… She works with the cops. Probably spying on your man ‘cause he used to be a prisoner or something.”

“Well, that’s none of my business,” you only shrug before sipping on your cola.

“You still like him,” Dayton states out of nowhere.

You only frown at him before looking down at the table. You’ll always like Clyde but Clyde didn’t want you to like him. He wanted you gone in his life. He wanted you away so why does it matter if you like him?

“Hell, you probably even love the guy with how you look at him with your puppy eyes. Not to mention that project you finished a few weeks ago. Damn, who does that shit for someone they don’t love? You’re obviously in—”

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Clyde viewed himself as a patient man, but he never found himself getting antsy until he saw her, his girl, being touched by Dayton White the way only he can.

Clyde was fuming.

The moment that Dayton leaned towards his girl, he was ready to throw hands. His girl pushed the guy away though.

His good girl.

He always knew she’d be a good girl. Deep inside, he wished that she’d finally be his good girl.

Then he watched as Dayton mouthed a bunch of words to his girl until she clamped her small hand over Dayton’s mouth.

Somehow, her touching Dayton had a different effect on him and it was enough to make his anger finally spillover.

He reached up the cabinets and took the big bell that he only uses when some drunk bastards wouldn’t leave even at the dawn of day.

Glancing a last look towards his girl who still has her hand over Dayton’s mouth, he clenched the bell before banging it on the bar and shaking it, producing a series of groans from the people around him. He also managed to get his girl’s attention, the only attention he wanted.

“Alright, the bar’s closed. Get out!”

A series of whines followed but they still complied, muttering a bunch of sentences under their breath before moving towards the entrance door and leaving the scene. At the back of the crowd, his girl and Dayton were walking slowly, whispering to each other. Clyde was more than happy to cut their conversation off by calling her name.

He didn’t like how her body stiffened and was only able to look at him when Dayton made her, his hands on her smaller frame.

“Can I talk to you?” He ignored the bitterness he felt for the man holding his girl.

He decided that she’s his now. Not Dayton’s. Not anyone else’s.

She’s his girl.

“Okay,” was her small and meek reply.

“I’m not staying so you better make things up with your lover boy,” Clyde definitely missed Dayton’s words, too focused on the way he’s leaning over his girl’s face again.

She was about to push Dayton away from her but Clyde stopped her from even grazing her hand on the NASCAR man again. He didn’t want her touching anyone else but him.

When Dayton was out the door, he effortlessly yet carefully guided her back behind the bar, her back against the bar while he stood tall over her, pressing against her front.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words she said.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” she explains, yet she only managed to confuse Clyde.

“I’m not supposed to be near you,” she whimpers her words out, her head falling down to hide her face from him.

He doesn’t let her though.

He uses his real hand to tilt her head up by her chin before forcing his face to relax for the sake of his girl.

“Who told you that?”

“You did!”

Clyde frowned at that. He never told her anything like that.

“I-I know you hate me like others do… I know—”

He couldn’t bear to hear her destructive words anymore. Not those ugly words coming out of her pretty lips.

So he stops them with his own.

He finally does what he’s always wanted to do and kisses her. The squeak releasing out of her mouth and into his own only fueled his eagerness and he uses his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth.

Feeling her against his body easily made him calm down but at the same time, it excited every single part of his body. He could almost feel the curse lifting up again and it’s all because of his girl who’s currently breathing heavily against his lips.

He pulls his face away from hers before caressing her cheeks as gently as possible.

“You’re mine,” He grits out before kissing her again, this time, harder.

He remembers the way Dayton was with her and he couldn’t help but think if Dayton’s been with his girl ever since he left her. The thought of another man being with his girl easily made him furious and territorial.

She’s his girl and if she doesn’t understand that, he’ll make her.

He bites her bottom lip, earning a tiny cry from her but when he runs his tongue across her bottom lip as a form of comfort, she mewls.

And that did it for Clyde.

He palms her breasts with his real and fake hands before ripping the upper half of her dress off so he could easily rip her bra off and play with her tits. The way she’s so small against him and under his hands only makes him more eager. Eager to break her apart but mend her right back after.

He wanted to see her fall apart under his touch.

He hastily pulls away from her, observing her debauched look before smiling at the thought of her being even more debauched after he’s done with her.

He reaches down towards the hem of her dress and hikes it up until it’s bunched around her waist and her adorable pink undies are winking at him cheekily. He leans forward, slightly crouching down to kiss the insides of her thighs and then her cotton-covered mound.

“C-Clyde?”

“You don't gotta say anything right now, darling,” he presses another soft kiss between her thighs before hooking his fingers on the side of her panties and slowly pulling it down, revealing her to him.

He smiles at her glistening folds, carefully spreading her lips apart and leaning in to lick a quick strip up her slit and towards her cute bud. Her thighs quiver on the sides of his head and he only smiled against her core before giving her another lick, and another, and another.

He only let her go when her small hands started pawing his shoulders softly.

“Nobody’s ever done this for you, darling?”

She shakes her head.

“Not even Dayton?” He finds himself growling at the name but breathes out in relief when she shakes her head once more.

His hand rubs her thighs and his real hand covers her mound completely before his fingers start playing with her slit, gliding up to start rubbing her pert bud.

“He never touched you like I’m touching you now? Nobody ever did, right?”

She shakes her head again, whimpering when he pinches her clit so suddenly.

“J-Just you!” She squeals when he starts rubbing again, faster this time.

“You gonna cum for me, darling?” He could tell she was a bit confused with his words, his innocent sweet girl.

He stops just before she gets to cum, pulling his fingers away and earning a loud whine from her only to yelp in surprise when he suddenly dives down, his mouth clutching on her mound, tongue swirling around her bud while his finger starts playing with her slit.

The moment he inserts a finger, poking at the certain spongy spot inside her, she finally cums against his mouth, juices spilling over his chin and soaking his beard and mustache.

He wastes no time in crawling back towards her face and pressing another kiss on her mouth, her returning the same energy into the kiss, all the while he tries to pull his pants down along with his boxers.

Pulling away from her, he smiles at the way she eagerly leans forward to capture his lips again but he only carefully pushes her down until her back is laying flatly on the bar.

He watches as his cock easily looks huge beside her cunt, throbbing in eagerness to be inside her. He notes the frightened yet curious look on her face as he rubs his hard member between her folds, easily lubing himself up for her.

When he decides he’s lubed up enough, he positions himself just in front of her entrance before looking at her nervous face.

He reaches a hand towards her face, caressing her cheek as he enters slowly, watching as her face remains stiff and steady. He pauses when a barrier stops his cock from entering more. He wasn’t even halfway in. He lets out a breath before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. He then hovers his lips over her own, muttering a quick apology before pushing his cock deeper, breaking the barrier and earning a scream from her which he immediately swallows with his lips as he presses his against hers.

After a long pause with him waiting for her to get used to his size, he pushes himself even deeper until her cunt is finally sucking his full length, her walls gripping him so tightly that it makes him weak and close to reaching his release.

But he held on, eager to have her cum before him. Eager to make her first time memorable.

He pulled back until the tip was resting just by the entrance before plunging himself to the hilt in one swift motion.

He shushes her when she starts whimpering against his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck for support as he starts pistoling in and out of her tight cunt.

“Feel so damn good!” He cries when she suddenly clenched around him. He curses when he feels his balls tightening before pulling himself completely out of her, sharing a groan at the loss of contact with her. He starts playing with her clit while positioning his cock back to her entrance with his metal hand before slamming back in, being careful with thrusting so he wouldn’t cum before her.

When her walls started pulsing around him and clenching him even tighter, he slams his eyes shut while he rubs at her clit faster than before, urging her to cum and when she does, she does with a cute shout while her body convulses in ecstasy.

He wraps both his hands around her before pulling her up so she was clinging onto his standing form while her body continued to twitch.

While coming down from her high, he starts bouncing her on his still throbbing cock, the position allowing him to go deeper inside her. He groans at her warmth and she whimpers against his neck as he hits her cervix with his fat girth.

He continues bouncing her on his cock while she continues to shake, his thrusts prolonging her orgasm.

When he feels himself close, he places her back on the bar before pulling out and jerking his cock off until he’s spurting ropes of cum on her cunt, the white sticky liquid mixed with her blood, reminding him of being the one to take her first. He plans on being her last as well.

He groans in pleasure as the last ropes of his cum fall on her skin. He looks at her face then back to her abused cunt before reaching for a napkin under the bar and carefully cleaning the blood and their cum off of her.

After cleaning her and then himself up, he admires her now completely debauched expression before realizing that he destroyed the upper half of her dress. He curses before unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, leaving himself in a plain black shirt. He fixes his pants next.

He helps his girl up before covering her with his shirt, tying it on the front instead of buttoning it, the remainder of her dress acting as a skirt.

He admires the way his shirt swallows her frame before taking a bottle of water from the fridge and plucking out a straw from the dispenser and holding it by her mouth, urging her to drink.

She easily obeys and takes a sip of water. After a while, he hands her the bottle which she eagerly took before silently squealing when he attached her body back to his. He wraps her calves around his torso while he lets her wrap her arms around his neck, the bottle of water pressing against his back as she rests her chin on his shoulder, slurping at the straw every now and then.

“Let’s take my sweet girl home, okay?”

He only gets a hum in return.

As he is getting out of the bar and sending a quick text to Mellie to lock the bar up, he comes across Earl who’s stumbling up the steps of the bar.

“Hey Earl”

“Hey Clyde…” he watches as Earl scans his girl that was clinging onto him. Earl walks around him to look at his girl.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” his girl answers politely and he smiles at her shy voice.

Earl hums in reply before letting himself fall on the bench. Clyde was about to walk towards the car when Earl shouted at him.

“You better take good care of that sweet girl, Clyde!”

Clyde smiles before letting out a chuckle which made his girl whine against his hold. He runs a hand down her back to ease her and she hummed in appreciation before slumping against his body once more.

“That has always been my plan,” he answers quietly before helping his girl inside the car and fixing her seatbelt for her.

He gets in the car himself and starts driving towards her house.

Clyde cleans his girl up with a wet cloth before putting her back in his shirt, this time, buttoning it so it acted as a dress for her. After cleaning her up, he places her on the bed before getting in beside her, wrapping an arm around her, smiling when she snuggles closer to him.

He’s finally going in the right direction with her.

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Clyde woke up early so he had time to admire his girl as she peacefully slept in his arms. Getting out of bed was hard because he didn’t want to leave her but he wanted to make her breakfast so he got out of bed.

After setting the breakfast on the table, he noticed how the place was a bit messy so he decided to clean a bit before finally waking her up if she wasn’t yet.

As he got to work on her work table, he saw an artificial arm that had wires sticking out here and there. He saw a card just beside it and his heart lurched at his name on it with his girl’s penmanship.

“C-Clyde?” He jerked in surprise at her form by the doorway, knuckles rubbing the sleep away from her eyes as his shirt continued to swallow her form.

“Did I wake you?”

“N-no… I just woke up. I had to make sure…”

“Make sure of what, darling?” He frowned.

“That you weren’t gone again,” the smallness of her voice that usually made him soft was making him hurt right now.

“Oh, darling,” he left the table and ran towards her before enveloping her in a hug, sighing in relief when she returned the hug.

“I’m never gonna leave again. I made a mistake,” he started, kneeling in front of her and wiping at the tears that started to fall down her face.

“I thought I was protecting you by distancing myself away from you. I was about to do something really terrible and I didn’t want you to be a part of it. I didn’t… I don’t hate you, sweet girl,” he kisses her nose, earning a small giggle from her.

Her smile disappears only to be replaced by a frown.

“I-Is that why you got put in prison?”

“Yes.”

“The woman at the bar works with the cops…” she mumbled, the information making him frown.

“Where’d ya get that information?”

“Dayton… He said that the woman questioned him a few months back.”

The name made him forget about the female cop. She didn’t matter anymore. She was trifling.

“And what about Dayton, huh?” He finds his hold on her tightening slightly.

“What about him?”

“He tryna be with you or somethin’?” His jaw clenches at the idea before he relaxes at his girl eagerly shaking her head ‘no’.

“Just a friend…”

“He’s a good friend,” she added, absentmindedly jabbing a knife to Clyde’s heart.

“I’m sorry, darling. I really am.”

“Just… don’t do that again, okay? Friends don’t hurt each other…” She pouts.

“I’ve no intention of being your friend anymore, darling.”

“W-what?” She stutters, tears starting to fall down her face again.

His girl is a cry baby but he didn’t find any problem with it. He actually finds it really adorable.

“I wanna be more than that. I wanna be your partner. Your husband in the future, if you’ll have me.”

“C-Clyde…” his girl’s eyes widened in awe and he smiled at her expression, softly brushing her tears away.

“You don’t gotta answer right away, darling. Just… Just know that you’re mine, alright?”

She nods before hugging him again.

“Y-you’re mine too, right?” Her shy voice reaches his ears.

He pulls back from the hug to watch her face. He presses a kiss on her lips before pulling back and smiling once more.

“I’ve always been yours, darling.”

She grins, her smile from before finally coming back and he feels his heart swelling in pride.

He’s finally doing things right.

“You made this for me?” He points at her work table when she pulls away from him.

“You made me a prosthetic hand?” He grinned.

“It-It’s not a prosthetic. It’s a bionic hand!” She cheers, picking the hand up and waving it at him.

“It’ll need to be put on you, the wires will act as sensors, and—” she stops talking, looking down shyly before putting the hand back on the table.

“It’s going to be a little complicated but you’ll be able to control the fingers…” She explained quietly before squealing when he picks her up and twirls her around as he presses countless kisses on her face.

“I love you so much, darling. You ain’t gotta say it back but I just wanted you to know.” He puts her down on her feet. She stares back up at him with a shy smile.

“I love you too, Clyde,” she goes on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss on his lips but he wraps his hand on her back to make her stay in that position.

The kiss lasted for a while but for Clyde, it felt like an eternity. At least he wanted it to be.

He was happy to be with her and he was happy that she was in his arms.

He’s finally making things better.

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a/n: thanks for hopping on this long ride :’)

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peppermint-toads · 3 years ago

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cw: handjob in a semi-public place, fake blood, mentions of eating, themes of jealousy, protective clyde

an: clyde is definitely a baby when it comes to rides n such

The sweltering West Virginia heat was taking a toll on your mood. So, when you spotted the log flume ride, your hand was latched onto Clyde’s wrist in seconds, and you were dragging him towards the line. He stumbled behind you, shouting out, “Darlin’, no need to pull so hard!”

You stood on his toes as he walked you forward, holding your hands close to his chest and waddling with you. “I think we’re next!” You tugged at the hem of his shirt as the log shaped boat floated up to the two of you.

Clyde cramped into the small seat, you following after. His knees bumped the front of the log, and he had to drape his good arm over your shoulders, as it wouldn’t really fit anywhere else.

“Honey, is there a seatbelt or somethin’?” You shook your head at him, smiling and shrugging. “No, you just gotta hold on, pretty much.” Clyde looked like he was about to cry and call out for his momma when the boat lurched into motion. “Yer meanin’ to tell me we just hold on!” You suppose that might be more of a difficult feat when you’ve only got one hand.

You laughed at him, gripping his firm bicep in effort to somewhat quell his growing fear. The first part of the ride was nice and peaceful. The ride passed through trees and flowers, little wood-carved bears appearing here and there. Clyde was just starting to relax when the log approached the drop. The drop he wasn’t necessarily aware of.

You winced as his expression grew into one of absolute terror. When the log began to plummet down the steep drop Clyde clutched onto your thigh, grip like a vice. His wail was loud and terribly obnoxious as buckets of water soaked you and your boyfriend.

Clyde’s jaw dropped when he saw the aftermath of the ride. Your paper-thin, white dress was absolutely drenched. The outline of your pale pink panties was clearly visible through the fabric. It didn’t help that the wet material clung to your figure, accentuating the beautiful curves of your form. You decided to forgo a bra that day, the heat making extra layers unbearable. Your nipples peaked under the dress from the cool water, and you were entirely unaware.

You didn’t notice, but Clyde started making quite the effort to stand behind you in lines, or hold you close to his chest in order to obstruct any sleazy onlooker's view. You looked like an absolute dream, Clyde was practically drooling. He stifled the urge to drag you to the car and take you right then and there. He wanted you to enjoy the day, and have your good, innocent fun.

The small, southern theme park was crawling with unsavory folk. Clyde didn’t take too kindly to all the seedy carnies eyein’ his lady. He really didn’t like when one of the game operators had offered you a free prize. You didn’t realize, of course, that the man was only being so friendly because he could see the contour of your breasts through your soaking wet, white dress. Clyde gritted out a no thank you before winning you the prize himself, fair and honest.

He handed you the stuffed bunny and hurriedly pushed you away from the booth, not bothering to look back. Clyde smoothed back his still damp tresses, huffing out a tense breath he’d been holding in.

You were still oblivious to your sinful appearance and Clyde’s constant shuffling. He was painfully hard, cock straining against his tan cargo shorts. He needed to get out of the public eye, take a breather.

“W-why don’t we get on this one?” Clyde stammered with a firm hand splayed on your lower back, guiding you towards the haunted house. The ride presented similar issues as the one before, Clyde crammin’ into the small carriage.

You swung your legs over his lap, allowing extra room for his gangly limbs. “Thank you, darlin’,” he grunted as he readjusted in the small cart. The track rumbled beneath you, and the black doors in front of you were pushed open.

Gimmicky signs splattered with fake blood passed by, red LED eyes staring you down from the shadows. You laughed at the low budget production, nudging Clyde when you noticed he wasn’t enjoying the attraction alongside you.

Clyde was staring straight forward, and even in the dim lighting you could see his pensive expression. He would shift ever so often, adjusting his shorts or fiddling with his shirt.

Just when you were about to voice your concern, the ride came to an abrupt stop. “Due to unforeseen technical difficulties, the ride is temporarily stalled. Please remain seated for the time being. Thank you for your cooperation.”

“Well, shoot.” You pouted. Clyde’s mind was reeling, thinking terribly dirty things while you sat draped over him. Your hand found his hair, stroking gently, “What’s wrong, honey? You’ve been actin’ funny for a while now.”

Clyde could feel the heat that seeped onto his cheeks, thankin’ his lucky stars that the lights stayed off. He tried to play it cool, dismissing your worries with a reassuring “It’s nothing, sweetheart.”

You moved to snuggle up closer to your man, considering you might be stuck there for quite a while. When you were shifting your leg off his lap, your hand went to use his thigh for leverage. Your eyes widened as you misplaced your grasp. “Oh,” you gasped.

He was embarrassed, to say the least. He really tried to stave off his corrupt thoughts; thoughts of you bouncing up and down on his cock with your little pink panties pushed to the side, tits falling out of your tiny dress.

“I- you just- the dress, i-it,” he stammered, tripping over consonants and vowels as they poured from his mouth in a desperate attempt to explain his predicament.

You placed a warm hand on his chest, instantly soothing his nerves and his fumbling tongue. After a deep breath he was able to explain, “Darlin’ yer dress, it got all soaked after that ride and you can see right through it! You jus’ look so beautiful.” He was back to staring at his feet.

The flush on your face matched that of his. “Clyde, I didn’t even notice. Didn’t mean to go and get ya all worked up like that, promise.” You found it kinda cute though, the thought of him walking around flustered over you all day.

“Is that why you were walkin’ behind me all day?” You smirked at him with your new realization, he was trying to protect you.

“Nobody gets to see that cute lil ass but me, ya’hear?” His hand curled into a fist at his side, teeth grinding against each other. “-And that one guy, offerin’ you a free prize right in front of me? Why the nerve-”

Clyde’s jealous ranting sent shivers down your anatomy, words causing a wet spot to form on your cotton panties. You snaked your hand to the zipper of his shorts as he continued. “-the nerve of some people. And those no good ride operators starin’ at your tits, I could just-” Your hand rested on Clyde’s cock now, having swiftly gotten through the layers of his shorts and boxers. “Just-” He was stuttering now, words falling off towards the end, “just-”

He abandoned all coherent thoughts as his head rolled back against the hard plastic of the cart. He grunted as your hand moved up and down his shaft, lubricated with your spit. “Keep talkin’,” you whispered softly in his ear, goosebumps rising all over his body.

He cleared his throat, “Those no good bastards don’t get to look at you, only me. You’re all mine, isn’t that right darlin?” His once high-pitched and nervous voice had turned gravely and rumbled shivers down your spine. You nodded, increasing the speed of your hand, thumbing over his slit. His adam’s apple bobbed prominently with each sultry noise that left his throat.

Your arousal was dripping down your leg by this point, and you pressed your thighs together to relieve the overwhelming pressure there.

“All mine,” he petted your hair, encouraging you. Precum dribbled from the fat head of his cock, and you knew he was close. His hips rose to meet your fist as he got real quiet. His hot cum smeared all over your hand, and he let out one final, strangled groan. You lifted your soiled hand to your mouth, making quick work of the mess with your tongue. Some of his load dripped onto your breasts, rolling down your chest.

You went to wipe it away, but he stopped you with a firm hold on your wrist. “Keep it there.” You were going to wear him around the theme park, showing everybody who you belong to.

The ride whirred back to life, and you settled into his chest for the rest of the attraction, letting out a sated hum.

Clyde offered you his hand, helping you out of the black buggy and leading you out of the park. He kept his arm wrapped tightly around your waist all the while.

“Oh, Clyde!” You tugged on his good arm. “Could we get ice cream before we go?” You gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster and he sighed. “C’mon then.” He feigned annoyance, but really he could never say no to you. He never wanted to say no to you.

The ride home was just as frustrating as the rest of the day, watching you lick and lap at your ice cream cone, white liquid dripping down your hand as you sat with your stuffed bunny tucked under your arm.

Truthfully, he couldn’t wait to get you home and fuck you right over the kitchen counter, dress flipped up over your waist.

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 4 years ago

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I need a crack fic of Clyde hiding his last present *insert Justin Timberlake Dick in a Box playing*

A/N: I HAVE COMPLETED SO MANY CRACK THOTS IN MY HEAD TONIGHT IT’S SICK THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS FUELED THIS FIRE! @xxcatrenxx I really hope you love the twist I put on this fic, thank you for allowing me to write it out... to completion 👀ENJOY BABE!

Warnings: mentions of children, all the Xmas feels because I have to with this big ol’ softy bear, a big ol’ dick in a box, slight teasing, ass slapping, Doggystyle, deep penetration from our good ol’ country boi, caught in the act of or slightly thereafter, stuffing, breeding kink, dirty talk because Clyde is the best dirty talker, unprotected sex, cum eating, smut smut and more smut, with a lot of Xmas fluff because I hate myself

“Now what do y’all say to yer mama fer lettin’ ya open these on Christmas Eve?” Clyde bellows out at the kids as they ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at their Christmas themed PJ’s.

“Thank you, mama,” your five-year-old daughter and three-year-old son collectively turn and run to you perched on the couch, a Tom and Jerry in hand, enveloping them in the biggest hug you could possibly muster.

“Yer so welcome ma sweet babies,” wrapping them in the fuzzy blanket you had draped over yourself, and kissing them until they begged to be let go of, “mama loves ya so much,” laughing as they screamed in fake cries as they wiggled away from your affections.

“Now y’all go ahead an’ getcha jammies on an’ all that stuff,” he chuckled, watching you love and kiss on them as they tried to run away, “then ya can come give yer mama more kisses before Santa comes tonight,” they stopped dead in their tracks to beam at their dad who had said the magic word.

They leaped off the loveseat, bounding up the stairs with new jammies in hand to get their little teeth brushed, and go potty before slipping into dreamland. You moved to get up off the couch to go help with the marathon of getting them to settle in bed before having a strong hand push you right back down.

“Now, darlin’,” he tsked, the light from the Christmas tree glimmering in his eyes, “ya jus sit here an’ look perty while I get the babies all ready fer bed,” lowering down to steal a kiss from your lips, “you do enough round these parts, let me handle it fer one night,” kissing your forehead as he put the blanket back over your legs and lumbered upstairs to survey the damage from the kids.

You sighed, watching the fire burn in the large fireplace of your new home, the farmhouse feel enveloping you in the country Christmas you’d been dreaming of since you’d met your sweet husband. The large pine tree beside your couch, emanating a fresh scent coupled with the embers from the flames in the kindling, and the sweetness of your hot drink as you let out a relieved sigh.

Life was absolutely perfect. You had a home, two perfect children, a doting and affectionate husband, and the financial freedom the both of you had worked so hard for the past several years, not akin to the ‘cauliflower incident’ as you referred to it fondly.

Above your loud thoughts, a low hum rang through the stairs as you took a sip from your mug. The sound of Clyde’s honeyed voice, lulling your sweet babies to bed with a Christmas story as they questioned every single page he’d read.

You chuckled at their wonder, asking where Rudolph was in Santa’s line up, how many cookies does he usually eat, and your daughter making sure to tell her daddy to turn the fire off before he and mama went to bed so Santa wouldn’t burn his bottom on the way down the chimney.

“Goodnight babies,” you heard him whisper, latching the doors to their rooms as he padded down the hallway.

You waited for him to appear on the stairs, wanting to cuddle up with him by the fire with your mugs of liquor before heading off to bed, but after a few minutes, were growing slightly worried as to what he was up to.

You released your legs to the slightly colder air, placing your mug on the coffee table as you padded upstairs, enclosing yourself in the sweater you had chosen for the evening.

“Babe?” you whispered, wondering if he was alright, seeing the dark hallway with no light in your master bedroom.

“Clyde, honey?” walking into the room to flip on the bedside light, jumping at the scene before you.

“Holy shit!” you cleared your throat, “what’s goin’ on here?” eyebrows raised as you saw your big bear perched on the ivory comforter of your California king bed, clad in nothing but a pretty big box wrapped around his pelvis.

“I don’t know Mrs. Logan,” he purred out, “why dontcha open it up ta see what’s inside… I think ya might like it just a lil’ bit,” winking as he watched you inch closer to the edge of the bed.

Pushing your hair behind your head, gathering your body onto the sheets as you reached for the bow covered box, unwrapping the pretty packaging as his hand snaked behind to grip you full ass perched on your feet.

“Oh honey,” you mewled, salivating at his large and in charge cock, bobbing at attention, practically springing out of its cage covered in precum and begging to be stuffed inside you, “I love it,” bringing your hands to stuff the oversized sweater in between your legs to curb the aching sensation in your netherregions.

“He loves ya so much baby girl,” gripping and kneading on your ass as you removed the rest of the contents from his body, “in fact, he may wanna stuff ya like a Christmas turkey tonight darlin’,” smacking the covered skin as you fell forward on his stomach.

“Would ya like that?” he mewled, gathering your fuzzy covering to push it, revealing your little blush pink panties underneath, “ta be stuffed with me again?” feeling the wetness that had soaked through them in the process.

“Y-yes babe,” you whined, pushing your cunt into his touch as you sucked hickeys on his belly, “please fill me up,” whining into the darkness of the bedroom.

“That’s all I want for Christmas big bear,” assuming the position, ass up, face down on the plush comforter as he scrambled his hulking body to position his cock at your entrance.

“Well big bear is gon’ stuff ya full again,” pushing down the sheer lace to your knees, “make ya all big an’ round again with ma baby,” slapping your ass as hard as humanly possible before sheathing his aching cock into your tight little hole.

“Fuck!” you cried out, prompting Clyde to grip the back of your head, pulling you up just enough to penetrate that perfect spot of yours, “now baby girl, ya know ya can’t yell like that,” he huffed in your ear, pushing himself to rearrange your guts in knots, “you’ll wake our precious babies up an’ then what?” snaking a hand to tease your clit as he left open kisses on the exposed shoulder of your sweater.

“I-I,” you stuttered as he sped up his motions on your mound, only to break away again and shove your face into the down comforter.

“B-babeeee,” whining as your pussy throbbed on his length, the sensation never failing to burn just a little at his girth, “I-I l-love bein’ full a you,” gasping on every push of his cock on your cervix.

“I love seein’ my perty baby all full a me,” mewling and grunting as he thrust deeper and deeper, balls clapping on your pussy as he drank in your moans, “ya carry my babies s-so damn well,” gripping the sweater that had fallen up your back, pulling you even more flush with him as he railed the fuck out of you.

The thought of being completely filled, sending a shockwave to your budding clit, a tingling in your spine egging on the flutters in your pussy walls.

“I-is ma baby almost ready?” he growled, setting an even more brutal pace as he released his flesh and blood hand on your hip, no doubt a bruise already blooming from his iron grip on it.

His thick, meaty fingers found their way back to your stiffened bud, the slightest touch sending you to the complete edge of your orgasm, “that’s it Y/N,” he whispered, sweat dripping from his inky locks as he encircled the peak in your sopping folds, “cum all over yer cock,” he uttered out, feeling the shockwaves clamp over his member as you cried out in complete bliss.

“God fuckin’ d-dammit!” screaming as he sped up to ride your wave out into his own, “C-Clyde baby please!” feeling his movements become more erratic as you slipped from your high.

“I-I’m,” he stammered out, pumping his cock a few more times into your glistening hole, “‘m fillin’ this p-pussy full,” growling like the bear he was as he released his swimmers into your gaping womb, the warmth wrapping your uterus in a hug it so badly desired.

“Jesus f-fuckin,” he moaned out, hands covering your ass as he stilled himself, shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm, “ya alright darlin’?’ patting your ass lightly, smoothing over the raised handprint he’d left.

“Ya,” you panted out, trying to still your breathing as you felt his softened cock slide out of you, the sound making you sigh in relief as the air hit your hole.

“Gah, yer so damn perty,” marveling at the mixture seeping out of your slit, “so fuckin’ wet,” scooping it up to stuff right back in, causing your pussy to clamp back down on his thick fingers.

“Gettin’ greedy, huh,” he chuckled, watching as your cunt ate up the spend, “ya know we’re gonna hafta do this more than once ta get it right,” removing it to lick up the rest in his mouth.

“I know babe,” setting yourself up to his blushing chest, rubbing his pecs as you leveled with his face, “remember we have two kids,” raising your pretty fingers to his face only to have him kiss the tips ever so lightly.

“I know baby doll,” he cooed, pushing strands of hair out of the way, leading your lips to meet his in a searing kiss on the bed.

“Daddy?” a shrill voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, the both of you freezing in horror as your pupils met, trying to ignore the call.

Clyde turned around slightly, to notice your daughter crowding the side of the entryway, “y-yes baby?” he whispered faintly, hoping the voice was a figment of his imagination, the color leaving his face as he noticed her sweet little face scrunched up in a questioning look.

“What were you an’ mama doin”?” she cocked her head to the side, inching into the light, teddy bear in hand, blinking her cute little eyes to adjust to the light.

“Uhm,” voice cracking as he cleared his throat to give her an answer, not daring to turn around as he was still fully nude, “mama an’ I well, uhm, well we were,” panicking to look back and you completely lost in silent laughter at his starstruck behavior.

You pat his chest, “I got this babe,” you tutted, pressing your index finger into his plush lips, and glancing over at your little girl, still waiting for an answer.

“Daddy an’ I were havin’ some alone time baby girl,” you spoke just loud enough for her to hear and hopefully simple enough to understand, “now dontcha think you should be in bed?” cocking an eyebrow “I don’t think Santa will come if he knows yer still awake,” crossing your arms as you stared her pretty little puppy dog eyes into the abyss they were.

“I jus’ wanted ta make sure daddy wasn’t hurtin’ ya, mama,” a tear rolling down her cheek as she started to back away into the dark hallway.

“Oh baby girl,” getting up from your spot to lower your sweater and pull your panties back up, “daddy wasn’t hurtin’ me at all, now were ya daddy?” looking to him as you pulled her into a hug.

“No honey,” he pandered, still facing away to shield her innocent eyes from his now completely limp member, “daddy wasn’t causin’ mama any kinda pain, I promise,” blushing and shying away at his little girl.

“See?” you pet her little head, “I promise we’re both okay baby,” kissing her forehead, “now let’s get back ta bed now,” leading her back into the hallway towards her room, and tucking her in bed.

“Mama?” she whispered as you back away towards the door.

“Yes, baby?” answering her back as you glanced back into the night lit room.

“Whatever y’all was doin’, I think you won the contest,” her face showing absolutely no signs of joking.

“Well,” stifling an all-out snort, “t-thank ya, baby,” shying into the hallway to take a deep breath, “I think mama won too,” smiling at her dozing off.

“Good night sweet girl, Merry Christmas,” whispering as you moved to leave the room.

“Merry Christmas mama,” her sweet voice echoed back as you found your way back to the bedroom, chuckling in the hallway as you shook your head.

This was for sure the merriest Christmas you’d ever experienced, and the most mortifying to boot.

And it all started with a dick in a wrapped box.

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WELL, I HOPE WE ALL LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON HERE... LOCK YOUR DOORS AND CLYDE IS FUCKIN’ DADDY WHO NEEDS A PRETTY LARGE BOX TO COVER THAT MANHOOD A HIS... 😉

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, BABE!

🖤,

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let-love-run-red · 5 years ago

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I have a request for Clyde if you still do him ! So the reader is very short ( short girl pride👏🏻) like I’m talking 4”9-4”10 and Clyde thinks it’s adorable but he also gets very protective because the reader is so small. So one day at the bar some locals try to get handsy and Clyde has to step in and put the Special Forces background to use :) sorry if you don’t like it but I just love Clyde and there aren’t many for him !! Love your work💕💕

So sorry this took so long to answer love! It’s been a crazy few weeks prepping for finals and Christmas, but here it is!

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You had been dating Clyde Logan for near to three years now. He was caring, sweet, protective, and big. Maybe it was just because you yourself were shorter than average, 4'9.5" to be exact, but you’d swear up and down until the day you died that he was tall enough to be a giraffe.

You’d taken to hanging around the bar more. You wanted to be near him and give him some company while he worked. The two of you would talk and laugh until close and he would walk you to your car, waiting until you got in and the car started before he got in his own to head home. You’d never had an incident at the bar, everyone knew you were Clyde’s girl and everyone knew the Logan’s protected their own.

But sometimes they seemed to forget. Tonight was one of those nights.

A few men had stumbled into the bar a few hours before close. They were clearly already a few drinks in, but all they asked Clyde for was a few soda’s and some hot wings. Clyde was keeping an eye on them, and the other on you. You were rarely uncomfortable around the locals but Clyde always found himself wanting to protect you from anything possible.

“Hey Clyde, co-could we get a basket of the potato skins?” One of the men slurred. Clyde looked between you and the group of men for a moment before nodding reluctantly and walking towards the kitchen to put their order in.

Clyde was only gone for a moment when you felt their gaze on your back. You turned to look at the men sitting down the bar from you. You flashed a small smile, crossing your ankles and pushing your knees closer together in an attempt to make yourself seem smaller. You wished Clyde would hurry back but you knew the bar wasn’t busy enough for the chef to rush the order. It was just you and the three men in the bar. You heard a shuffling as one of the men from the group slid closer to you.

“Well hello darling,” His breath smelled like brandy and whiskey, you hated it. “What’re you do-oing here all alone?” He burped into his mouth and you felt the urge to gag. You scooted one stool away from him, hoping your lack of answer would deter him from chasing you. It did not.

“I asked a question sweet cheeks.” He said, moving closer to you. You let out a scoff and stood from your stool. The man smacked your ass, hard, resulting in a yelp from you as you scurried across the bar. He gave chase.

“Come on sweetheart I just want a taste of you.” He said, You glanced behind him to see Clyde emerge from the kitchen and cross the room in three steps, grabbing the man by the back of the collar and lifting him off his feet.

“(y/n) are you ok?” Clyde asked, concern painting his face and drawing his brows tight. You swallowed your heart that was in your throat and nodded with wide eyes. You watched the rest of the men lock eyes and start to approach Clyde.

“Get out.” Clyde growled to the man he was holding. The man held up his hands as Clyde walked him to the door. The man’s toes were barely brushing the hardwood floor as Clyde dragged him along. The man had his hands on his own collar, trying to keep it from pulling too tightly around his neck. Clyde kicked open the door for him, tossing the man onto the porch. The man stumbled before grabbing the post and regaining his balance.

“Earl, don’t let him back in.” Clyde said to Earl. Earl gave Clyde a two fingered salute and puffed his cigarette once more. Clyde turned to walk back into the bar, only to be body-slammed by one of the men in the group.

“The hell!?” Clyde snapped as he was pushed against the wall. The man backed up and pulled his fist back to punch Clyde in the face. Clyde lifted his good arm, grabbing the mans fist and pushing himself off the wall, twisting the man’s arm behind his back and leaning all his weight against him to pin the man against the wall. The third in the group charged Clyde, only for Clyde to lift his foot high enough to kick the man in the chest and send him stumbling back. Clyde used his left arm to pin the man against the wall, using his right to draw his concealed carry weapon and point it at the third man. His finger was off the trigger and you hadn’t seen him turn off the safety, but they didn’t know that.

“Get the hell out of my bar.” Clyde said. He let the man off the wall, using the gun to herd the both of them out of the bar. They opened the door, hesitating before Clyde holstered the pistol and showing the both of them out the door. They landed face down in the dirt before Clyde slammed the door shut. You rushed towards Clyde and threw yourself against his chest, pressing your face against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and smoothed his good hand over your hair comfortingly.

“(y/n) are you ok doll?” He asked. You nodded your head, and held him tighter. He let out a sigh and bent down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. As long as he lived, Clyde swore he’d never let another man lay a hand on you.

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charlieb-baby · 6 years ago

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Beard Tickles

Summary: Clyde Logan is a kinky man and when he is reunited with his girlfriend she is fascinated by his new beard... (this is my first ever story posting!)

It was true what they said about the quiet ones, they were definitely kinkier- and Clyde Logan was a shining example of this. During his teen years he was hidden whilst his siblings reigned as a supreme beauty queen and legendary jock star. The giant of a teen would much rather be struck with some narrative about exploring the depths of a vibrant forest than getting drunk at a cramped house party. He got into the habit of mumbling his words and avoiding social interaction. So it was only natural for him to be intimated when some recruitment officers came in one assembly. Yet, whilst listening to the Officer talk, something clicked. His first instant connection was formed and he signed up as soon as he was 18 with an uncharacteristic urge to pounce into action. When finally deployed, the intense environment surrounding him didn’t suddenly turn him into Mr. Chatterbox but did help improve his communication skills.

While he still was a man of few words, this did not translate into his list of kinks. After dating him for 3 years you had accepted that being surprised in the bedroom was now a part of your lifestyle. For a regular man Clyde certainly wowed in every aspect. He could have you coming with a few delicate touches after an excessive amount of teasing. And oh god did he love to tease you. Your needy whines and desperate pleas only caused his ego (and hard cock) to grow enormously. Once, he caught you rambling to your friend about your bedroom activities whilst cooking him breakfast after an extremely hot and heavy night.

“I don’t know it’s.... like have you ever been with someone who met needs you didn’t even know you had? He just seems to know my every spot and desire.”

He spent the entire day and whole bar service that night grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

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So when you had to leave for 2 weeks it was certain you’d suddenly be lacking in orgasms. And whilst you jumped at the chance to be with your family to celebrate your mothers birthday, you couldn’t deny how much you had missed Clyde in every sense. His soft snuggles as he cuddled you first thing, the sweet kisses he pressed against your neck from behind as you made breakfast, the warming compliments he gave as you got dressed, the loving texts he sent whilst you were both at work, the hard grip of his rough hand against your inner thigh as you needily whimpered with his tongue greedily lapping up your juices that he insisted tasted as succulent as a fresh peach. You couldn’t lie, your own fingers weren’t long enough to be able to pleasure yourself like Clyde could so it left you unfulfilled- something you weren’t use to. All you wanted to do was rush home, into his muscular arms and be held tightly.

That feeling only increased when he told you he had come down with an illness. You could hear his course voice through the phone.

“Aww Clyde baby, I can come back if you need me to, you know that,” you softly told him, affection laced heavily in your words.

“Aw sweetheart, you don’t have to do that, I can’t be pullin’ ya away from ya mumma. I know how much ya miss her otherwise.” His southern twang was only emphasised by his dry throat. And whilst you feel down about his illness, his thick voice was causing you to grow slightly wet as you sat in your childhood bedroom. You sighed heavily before replying.

“Okay then, but if you start to feel any worse you get on the phone to me straight away Mr. Logan and I’ll be right back making you some chicken soup and nursing you better,” which causes him to chuckle and wheeze at the same time, increasing your worry slightly.

“I’m a grown man darlin’, I think I can take care of myself,” he stated cheekily.

“Oh Clyde I know how grown you can get, trust me,” you teased and smoothly wrapped up the conversation, allowing him a hopefully restful nights sleep.

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No matter if you had been away for 10 minutes or 10 days, coming back to Clyde’s trailer always made a rush of comfort spread throughout your body. It was the knowing safety that came with it that made you so content. And you rushed in as quick as you could, excited to see your handsome man after what had felt like an eternity apart. There was no obvious sight of him when you entered but heard mechanical humming coming from the bathroom so gently knocked on the door which was quickly flung open. You were then engulfed by muscular arms and lifted off of your feet only to be placed down on the edge of your bed. Before you could even say hello you felt his full lips press firmly against yours, causing you to smile widely.

“I missed you too,” you chuckled and blushed as you pulled apart.

“I can’t believe I didn’t even hear you pull up, damn electric razor too loud,” Clyde grumbled as he stood between your legs. It was then you took notice of his goatee. He’d grown it much thicker than usual and you were desperate to stroke it or have it buried between your legs, whichever came more natural.

“Well maybe you should kiss me some more to apologise that you weren’t standing there waiting for me,” you argued and Clyde was quickly persuaded as his lips met yours once again.

You could feel the hair on his chin tickling you gently and you reached a finger delicately up to trace it. The bristles felt unexpectedly soft to the touch- he must have started using the moisturiser you bought him for Christmas. His cheeks also felt smooth against your other hand as you gently grabbed his face as Clyde deepened the kiss. Yet as soon as you went against the grain, there was a rough prickly feeling against your fingertip. It was hard to choose a preference. He groaned and moved to kiss your neck.

“I didn’t realise you liked my beard so much baby,” He teasingly muttered against the skin, where he made sure to roughly tickled the sensitive skin there.

“Neither did I,” you murmured, half embarrassed, half too turned on to think properly.

“Mmmm, I grew it whilst I was ill and was missin’ you. I just sat here in bed, not moving, wishing my baby girl could come and look after me. You know how lost I am without ya,” Clyde responded as he moved to rest his forehead against yours and place his hand under your sundress, resting on your inner thigh.

“I did offer to come home,” you quickly retorted, still running your finger along his facial hair.

“I know, but whilst I was alone in this big bed, desperately needing ya, all I could do was imagine how badly my girl’s tight pussy needed a good poundin’” his sultry voice spoke. Oh god he was gonna be the death of you. All you could do was let your breathe hitch slightly in response.

Clyde practically ripped off all items of clothing, spinning you around by your waist and moving you to lie flat on your stomach. Your heart rate increased rapidly at his actions. It had barely been 15 minutes since you’d got in and he already had you naked, breathless and needy. You could feel his intense stare on your curves as he pondered over what fantasy to indulge in this time. Or was he creating one up on the spot? His actions always seemed so fluid, leading you to believe he’d been wondering about it for some time, carefully planning- yet each time he catered to your needs over his, sensing how you felt in the moment.

You felt a dip in the bed as he straddled you from behind, moving your hair to the side. His mouth rested next to your right ear where his hot breathe flowed, sending a chilling but indulgent shiver to every nerve in your body.

“Daddy’s missed you so much baby girl. I had to look at porn without ya but it was nothin’ compared to you,” Clyde began and you couldn’t hold back the soft little whimpers that escaped your mouth or the involuntary shuffling of your legs to feel something, anything, to ease the aching. “Now I got ya back here with me I just hav’ta run my face over ya entire body.” He didn’t give you time to respond as he placed his hand on the back of your hair and moved his head around the skin on your neck. The bristles of his beard tickling with a subtle callousness which was soothed by the gentle sucking of his plump lips and the stroking of your hair.

“Mmmm you like this don’t ya?” Clyde groaned desperately, eager for your response. You could only hum contently in response, too overwhelmed.

He then moved down to run his goatee and face against your shoulders and the space between, his hand grabbing your hips to keep you from squirming as much as you were. When he tilted his head to the side allowing you to feel the smoothness of his cheeks, juxtaposing the prickling of his facial hair. There was a quiet question raised at the back of your mind that you hardly noticed due to the sheer pleasure you were feeling: why was this so fucking hot right now? Was it Clyde’s possessive need for you? Your built up horniness? It was simply mind blowing. He traced down your spine, occasionally teasing your lower back, edging towards your ass cheeks.

“Being away from you has made me sex starved darlin’, so it’s only fair for daddy to tease you.” Clyde spoke seductively.

“Mmm daddy no, I’ve been so needy for you. My fingers weren’t long enough whilst I was away.” You impulsively responded causing him to chuckle smugly. You urgently needed more.

Somehow sensing this, he finally ran his beard against the tops of your ass cheeks, causing a deep gasp to be let out, your body reacting for you as you pushed yourself back into him. It was now Clyde’s turn to gasp and groan at your action.

“Fuck who needs porn when I’ve got this ass?” Clyde murmured against the skin there. He couldn’t help but spank you with as much force as he could generate, causing your back to arch as you let out a shocked whine at the pain. An animalistic moan deep from Clyde’s throat burst through his lips in return. The shaggy sensation of the hair on his chin had you irrationally bucking your hips to gain as much friction as possible. His face moved in circular motions making it impossible to keep your moans in, spurring Clyde on. Just when you thought you couldn’t be in more pleasure, a thick finger found your attentive throbbing clit, circled it and run up and down your folds.

“Oh shit, you’re so wet for me. Fuck you must love feeling daddy’s beard all over,” Clyde smugly stated but you could sense the need in his voice too. You pushed yourself back further into him.

“Please, please Clyde, I cant take it.” you said needily.

You should have felt more embarrassed at the tone of your voice but you were too far gone to be self aware. Hearing your desperation increased Clyde’s own need but he’d be damned if he didn’t carry this out properly.

“Trust me darlin’ I’m rock hard right now, but daddy isn’t finished so needs to show some self control,” he answered with a deep sigh following. He cruelly blew a hot breath directly against your pussy as he traveled past it, which had you crying out and gripping the pillow beside your head. His face buried into the top of your smooth thighs and calves. You were desperate for a more impactful feeling. It was sinful how good Clyde was a teasing you. He made it so easy to be so fucking filthy yet feel like pure heaven.

“Turn ‘round baby,” Clyde hurriedly demanded, and you weren’t one to deny. When you met his eye-line again, his gaze was almost blinding with intensity. You immediately bit your lips and stared up at him anticipating his next move whilst he drank you in. His hand wrapped round the back of your throat and moved down to greedily attack your lips. The kiss was red hot with passion and devotion to one another. Tugging at his long locks caused him to growl against your lips and finally pull apart and move towards your sternum, littering your chest with rough bites and beard burn all over your breasts. Your nipples immediately became hard against the course bristles, the unknown sensation quickly became one of your favourites. Clyde was growing impatient though and rubbed his fingers against your drenched pussy igniting loud whimpers from you. He had craved you whilst he’d been on his own having forgotten how shit being lonely was now that you were in his life. His lips slowly moved down, kissing all over your stomach as you raised your hips up.

“Does your pussy need me darlin’? Has daddy’s beard all over made you so wet?” Clyde asked as he looked upwards at you whilst resting at your pelvis.

“Fuck Clyde I need you in me now!” You moaned out, arching your back as it felt like all your nerves were on fire.

“All you had to do was say,” he muttered lowly and engulfed your clit in his mouth causing a long whine to escape your mouth as a single tear began to roll down your cheek. Your hips were bucking erratically whist your hands grabbed onto locks of his hair and Clyde moaned hungrily against you. An endless string of moans, whimpers, curses and even shrieks tumbled out of your mouth as you were devoured. The burn of thick facial hair against your inner thighs caused your orgasm to edge closer.

“Oh fuck this is too much. Daddy needs to fuck ya, I need ya soaking pussy now.” Clyde grumbled lustfully as he pulled both of your legs over his broad shoulders, spreading you open widely. He traced his thick cock over your entrance for a final teasing. Just as you were about to beg with all your might, he entered you fully causing all the air to be knocked out of your lungs. He threw his head back and growled deeply as his tip reached your hilt. Being encompassed by your warm pussy almost had Clyde instantly coming after the longing he felt whilst separated. God you were perfection. You instantly tightened as Clyde started moving, his pace unfaltering and hitting you as deep as possible.

“You’re never leaving daddy for that long ever again. Can’t handle being without ya delicious cunt.” Clyde grunted as he pounded you deeply. All you could do was scream in response, unable to even breathe let alone speak. It always astounded you how Clyde was able to give such amazing dirty talk whilst all you could manage was constant moaning.

His force caused your tits to bounce wildly and he reached up to pinch your nipple harshly. That’s what sent you over the edge. Your orgasm flooded his cock, bedsheets and your thighs.

“Fuck yes baby girl! Daddy makes you come so hard.” He groaned loudly, closing his eyes hard to concentrate on his looming release. Clyde was thrusting into you more irregularly and you were finally able to regain your voice.

“Mmm thank you daddy, cum for me now. Show me how much you missed me,” you spurred on knowing secretly how much he loved to be praised. As his thrusts deepened, making his balls were hitting against your skin, he shoved two fingers into your mouth. You sucked and swirled your tongue around them as if it was his own huge cock, eager to actually do that later as a reward.

“Fuuuuck I’m cummin’” Clyde whined and stilled inside you, shooting his cum into your already drenched pussy.

Clyde and you caught your breaths before he slowly pulled out, laying on his back against the bed that you were surprised was still standing. You moved to roll on top of him, your legs entangled together, head resting on his pecs, his hand stroking through your wild hair.

“You fucked me like you were worried I’d forgotten how dirty you were.” You laughed causing him to chuckle deeply and vibrate your whole body.

“Am I that transparent?” He replied in a mocking tone. “Nah I just missed ya darlin’ is all,” he smiled down at you. You got up to kiss him gently and lovingly, running your fingertips along his goatee for one last time (for now anyway).

“Ditto Mr. Logan, ditto.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

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strangunddurm · 3 years ago

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The Cabin

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Pairing: Clyde Logan x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: PinV sex, unprotected sex, self pleasure, fingering, masturbation, alcohol consumption.

Please accept my offering of my vision of mountain man Clyde.

A hike in the woods was meant to calm your mind and let you focus on yourself for a while; a sort of cheap alternative to going to a spa. However, you were anything but relaxed, and focused on everything except just yourself.

You were lost. Despite spending hours on YouTube trying to learn how to navigate, you had still taken the wrong turn and didn’t notice until it was too late. Thankfully it was the beginning of autumn, so it was still warm outside, and you didn’t need to start worrying about getting cold just yet, despite the sun slowly descending across the horizon.

The crappy phone which you had insisted didn’t need replacing had died long before you realized just how lost you were. You had a particularly bad habit of never charging your phone and it was coming back to bite you in the ass.

You had taken a, supposedly, easy trail. ‘Beginner friendly’ was the description your friend had given you when you asked for tips. You were cursing them mentally in your mind now, their definition of ‘beginner friendly’ was obviously vastly different from yours.

It had been hours, or at least it felt like it. You were steadily making your way through the granola bars you had packed. Your version of survivor mode consisted of trying to eat everything you could see due to anxiety, instead of saving it in case you’d be out here for hours.

It was the same rock you had passed a while back, you were sure of it, convinced that you were officially just walking in one big circle.

You hadn’t seen anyone else out on the trails which were surprising.; you figured trails were usually always packed with curious adventurers.

The snap of a branch pulled you out of your inner monologue, causing you to freeze and your heart to painfully contract in fear. You were sure that this was the moment you would die; a rabid coyote was surely bound to attack you at any moment. Were there even coyotes in West Virginia? You didn’t want to find out.

Turning around to see what it was that had made the sound wasn’t an option in your mind, it really wasn’t. Turning around would, in your mind, mean that you were accepting being mauled to death and despite your sometimes negative output you wanted to live for a while longer.

“Please, please, please don’t be a coyote… pleas-“ You let out a loud scream as a hand grabbed onto your shoulder, instinctively jabbing your elbow back to connect with the somewhat soft stomach of someone who was very much not a wild and crazed animal.

Whoever was behind you let out a low ‘ouff’ sound from your attack but did not seem overly affected otherwise.

“Sorry!” It was a man’s voice, judging from the deep tone of it. You whirled around whilst simultaneously attempting to take a step backwards, resulting in you falling to the ground ungracefully. There was definitely no chance you could run away from him now if he turned out to be less than friendly.

“Who are you?” You shuffled back against the ground, trying to put some distance between the two of you in naïve hope. The stranger, noticing your distress, put his hands out in front of him whilst taking a few steps back, increasing the distance between the two of you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare ye.” You surveyed him sceptically as he apologized. He looked like he was a nice person, but that only went so far, anyone had the ability to look nice. He blended into your surroundings, lacking the bright colours you were wearing; it was obvious that he did not share in your desire to want to be seen. He also looked like he was much more used to the woods than you were (not that it was hard).

“Are ye okay?” His question made you realize that you hadn’t replied, and you were still lying there like a seal on the ground. You stumbled up onto your feet with a huff, grabbing a stick that was laying by your hand just as you thrust yourself up.

It was a small stick, definitely incapable of causing serious bodily harm but you hoped that if you were desperate enough, it could poke out an eye. Or at least scratch it.

You held it out in front of you, wielding it like a sword. It was hard not to miss the smile that flew across the stranger’s face. You were most likely a funny sight, a flustered and oblivious city girl waving a twig. But you felt like King Arthur waving Excalibur and that was all that mattered. One lonely girl pumped full of adrenaline could do a lot of damage with a twig and a mean right hook.

“What do you want?” You spat. A tiny voice inside of you told you that you were being ridiculous. Here he was, a nice man probably just concerned over seeing you wander through the woods, obviously lost, so close to nightfall. But the devil on your other shoulder told you to trust no man, to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine and take off like a bat out of hell.

“I just wanted to see if ye were okay; it gets cold out here at night.” He still had his hands up like he was getting arrested. You considered his words carefully. You weren’t okay, you hadn’t planned on staying out until nightfall. All you were going to do was hike to the top of the mountain and go back down, but apparently, you were too incompetent to even perform that simple task.

“I called out a couple of times, but ye didn’t seem to hear me.”

“Oh,” You dropped the twig at the revelation. It explained a lot; you were after all notorious for getting lost in your thoughts and turning deaf.

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly as you lowered the stick to your side but still grasped it tightly (just in case). You sent him a small apologetic smile even though you didn’t owe him one.

“So, do ye need help?”

“Hmm…” Did you need help? You glanced around you, surveying your surroundings again. It was a lot closer to dark than you were comfortable with. The granola bars were all gone, you didn’t have anything warmer on than the fleece jacket you had dug out from the back of your closet. You had no way of contacting anyone and you were not competent enough to build anything close to a working shelter for the night.

You eyed him again as you thought over your answer. He seemed nice enough, he reminded you slightly of a big, burly bear. He was a behemoth of a man, standing tall and wide with dark hair and eyes, but there was some kindness there that made you feel as if you could trust him.

The thing that eventually won you over was his hand, it was obviously a prosthetic now that you were focusing on him. You hoped that a prosthetic hand meant that it was much less likely that he could grab a firm hold on you.

Clyde Logan wasn’t a very talkative man. If you were to google ‘mountain man’ he would pop up as one of the image results. The modern version of course, accompanied by the usual camo gear. You had always had a weakness for the lumberjack flannels and the thick moustache that tickled his lips had you wondering what it would look like drenched in your juices.

But it would be stupid attempting to seduce the grumpy man that had saved you from certain death, right?

He knew so much about the woods and the dangers that were surrounding you, making you realize just how stupid you were to be out there alone. But of course, he didn’t offer you all of this information on his own. No, you had to practically force the words out of his mouth, but thankfully you were the Master of Babble, and he was eventually forced to answer if he ever wanted you to shut up.

You were making your way to his cabin that was apparently just over a mile away. Clyde was leading the way with you practically walking on his heels trying to keep up with his long strides and sneaking looks over your shoulder in paranoia to see if anyone was following the two of you.

Clyde had said that it was too late to return to your car seeing how late it was. Apparently, you had walked in the completely wrong direction from the start and were now a couple of miles away from civilization. He had graciously offered you a sleeping spot in his cabin over the night with a promise to help you back first thing in the morning.

It was picturesque, Clyde’s cabin. Nothing less than what you expected of the man, and surprisingly a lot cleaner than what you had assumed from stereotyping.

“This is so cute!” You admired, sending a small smile up to Clyde with a tilt of your head. He almost looked embarrassed over your praise, only responding with a small huff as he took his shoes off and walking toward the kitchen area.

It was a studio type of situation. Everything was in one room: the small kitchenette, tv-area, and makeshift bedroom. Clyde had flipped a switch which turned on a light that illuminated the entire cabin in a soft glow.

“There’s a bathroom over there.” Clyde gestured to a door on the left, and you couldn’t help peaking in. You hadn’t expected a fully functional bathroom at all, seeing how you were in the middle of nowhere but here it was. And you were so grateful. Going potty in the woods was not on your bucket list.

“Are ye hungry? It’s nothin’ much but I have some sandwiches that we can eat.” Clyde ran his fingers through his hair as he asked the question nervously when you came over after your brief tour of the cabin.

“A sandwich would be great, thank you!” You took it gratefully from his hand as he offered it to you before plopping down on the couch.

You were a lot hungrier than you had though. Your stomach rumbled loudly as you unwrapped the sandwich and taking a bite.

“Have you had this for long?” You said after you had finished chewing your first bite, gesturing with your hand wildly to the cabin.

“Couple of years.” Clyde didn’t look at you as he responded, focused intently on his own sandwich.

He left it at that, not elaborating any further and you didn’t want to cross the obvious boundary he had drawn, so you stayed quiet.

You were never good with silence and awkward situations. When others were perfectly comfortable with silence you just had to talk. Googled had diagnosed it as a symptom of anxiety but you had never actually built enough courage up to actually have a evaluation.

“Do you like to read?” You had taken notice of the overflowing bookcase he had. It was hard not to, it was perhaps the biggest piece of furniture he had, spanning the length of an entire wall.

“Mhmm” Honestly, the hums he would do to answer your questions made you soaked.

“What’s your favourite?” He looked as if he was considering your question, leaning back into his seat and looking up at the ceiling for a moment.

“It would have to be In Search for Lost Time by Marcel Proust.”

“I love that book.”

“Is that so?” You nodded your head with wide eyes, happy to have found a subject to talk about. You loved books, yes, but to be honest you had never read that book. But you were hoping you could wing it enough so that Clyde wouldn’t notice.

“What’s your favourite part?” Okay, so maybe you hadn’t thought it through. You couldn’t hide the small wince you did at his question.

It would’ve been better to have said nothing at all, you just really wanted Clyde to like you. You didn’t know why; it wasn’t like you were ever going to see him again. It was just that there was something about him that made you want to kneel and say, ‘please daddy’ and you didn’t know how to get there with someone so reluctant to talk.

“Ye tryin’ to impress me?” He must be a mind reader.

“Oh, no I just-“ You trailed off, unsure over what to say that would not make you seem as desperate.

He stood up, watching you as he made his way around the room, but he wasn’t moving toward you; instead, he disappeared through the front door without a word.

You deflated like a balloon as the door shut behind him, sinking into the cushions and cursing yourself. Why were you so desperate to impress people? The answer was simple because you were you and you had an irrational need for people having to like you.

Clyde wasn’t gone for long. He had simply gone out to fill up on the firewood for the fireplace that you had neglected to notice before.

“It’s supposed to get below 30 here tonight.” Was it rude to say that you were impressed with how easily he did things despite only having one hand? It wasn’t that you expected him to not be able to function at all, it’s just that you were barely functioning yourself with two hands.

It had already started getting just a tiny bit colder, enough for you to have curled your legs onto the couch, leaning on the armrest with a blanket thrown over you. The cold was a fiend that you would never get along with.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are ye sorry for?” He looked truly bewildered over your words, stopping what he was doing and looking up at you from his crouched position.

“I shouldn’t have lied.”

“’S okay.” He continued with starting a fire. “We’ve all told a white lie.”

“That’s true, but I’m usually better at playing it off.” You joked and he shared a chuckle with you.

It was cozy once Clyde got the fire started. He turned off the lamp in the ceiling, muttering something about preserving a battery, opting to turn on another by the bed and then settled back down. He was sitting next to you this time, not across from you in the chair as previously. You could practically feel the heat radiating from his skin, he was so close. The couch was small, only a two-seater, but you suppose that he didn’t need much more seeing how he was only one person.

Clyde crowded your personal space. It felt like he was everywhere around you, suffocating you (but in the best way). He slung his arm over the back of the couch, just barely grazing your back. You were surprised with how forward he was being but decided not to question it too much, figuring he might take it wrong and shy away.

“Yer not from ‘round here are ye?”

“Is it so obvious?” Of course, it was obvious. You told him where you lived and there seemed to be a small glint of recognition in his eyes.

“Ye should get a guide next time, one of the rangers will take ye for free.” It was surprising how caring he seemed to be.

“One of the rangers?” You didn’t want a ranger to show you around the next time.

“Mhmm”

“Can’t you take me?” You diverted your eyes from his face as you asked the question, feigning being shy. You let them trace down his sculptured-by-God body, double-checking for a ring on one of his fingers. There was none, or well you assumed that it wasn't a wedding ring. It didn't look like one, it had more of a class ring vibe to it.

Clyde didn’t respond immediately. He was studying you, analyzing every crevice of your face it seemed like.

It was impossible not to get lost in his eyes. You tried really hard not to at first but gave up way too quickly. You wondered if he knew just how attractive he was. He had to have several ladies running after him, desperate for a getaway in his cabin in the woods.

“Do ye want me to?” He finally asked. It was obvious that he had tensed up at your question. His back was rigid, he was sitting as straight as you had ever seen a person sit.

“Maybe…” You were subconsciously leaning closer toward him, inhaling as much of his sent as you could discreetly. It was very vampire-like of you.

He smelled just as you thought he would. Like pine trees. There was just the smallest undertone of sweat and it drove you wild. It wasn’t usually your scent of choice for obvious reasons but on Clyde… On Clyde it was as if he had been doused in some kind of pheromones that made you completely drenched and mad with want.

You thankfully stopped yourself before you could release the moan that was bubbling in your throat. Who in their right mind moaned to a stranger that they hadn’t even touched over the way they smelled? (Only counting people that weren’t high or drunk, of course).

It was a battle getting you to lean away from Clyde again, but the rational part of your brain thankfully won. You had to dig your nails into your thighs, trying to pinch yourself through the fabric of your pants to bring you back to reality and gain some self-control.

“I’ll take you.” He promised with a nod, looking as serious as always. You wondered if he always wore that expression with everyone. You hadn’t been able to coax a lot of smiles out of him, despite categorizing yourself as a fairly hilarious person and having cracked some jokes on the walk to the cabin.

You sent him a small smile in response, feeling relieved not to have been rejected. That would’ve been embarrassing.

He surveyed you for a while more before finally asking if you wanted a drink.

The makeshift bar cabinet that he had was surprisingly well-stocked. Too well-stocked for him to be a raging alcoholic. You questioned him curiously about it. Finding out that he was a bartender was a welcomed surprise. You challenged him to make a drink you had never heard of, and he was quick to deliver.

It was delicious, making it easy to pay him compliments over his talent.

“I own a bar, ‘s called Duck Tape.” It was clear that he was proud over his business, with the way his chest seemed to almost swell with his words.

You told him about your own job, not exactly sharing the same enthusiasm seeing how your job was one of the main reasons for why you needed a stress-relieving hike in the first place.

You’d always been a lightweight. It was no secret; you had an uncanny ability to be able to get hammered on one glass of alcohol. Google told you that it could have something to do with your liver, but you did not want to go to the hospital to find out.

You neglected to think about this small fact when you asked Clyde to make you a drink and you were now suffering the consequences. You were drunk, or at least somewhere over the border of tipsy.

Clyde seemed to have relaxed from the alcohol as well. He was much freer in letting a laugh leave his body which had caused you to jump at first in surprise at the boisterous sound.

He had shuffled closer to you, or was it you that had shuffled closer to him? It had happened without either of the two of you noticing but you didn’t try to move away once you did.

You didn’t speak about anything of significance, not really. It was all nonsense, but you never wanted it to stop. Eventually, you mutually decided that sleep was a necessity if you were going to have the energy to get back to your car in the morning.

“Ye can take the bed if ye want.” Clyde motioned over the back of the couch toward the bed in the corner of the room. You glanced over at it, gnawing at your lip as you considered his proposal. Would it be inappropriate to say that you wanted him to share the bed with you?

The bed was too small for it to be shared in any way that wasn’t intimate which was exactly what you wanted.

You assumed that Clyde was as interested in you as you were of him. His hand was dangerously close to your knee as it sat on the seat of the sofa; if he moved his finger less than an inch it would graze your skin.

“Where would you sleep?” You feigned innocent.

“I’ll take the couch.” He knew what you were doing; you could see it in his eyes. They had grown even darker than before and were hooded as they watched you. It was easy to get lost in them, they were the most expressive eyes you had ever seen.

Both of you knew that neither of you would sleep on the couch that night.

There was a flurry of hands and all of a sudden you were in his lap, grinding down, lips connected to one another.

Clyde was a great kisser. Scratch that. He was amazing. He knew exactly how to make you completely drenched from just a few nibbles and strokes of his tongue against your own. He was a natural (Or a player, but you somehow got the impression that he didn’t lure innocent people to his cabin on the regular for a quick lay).

You could feel how hard he was despite the layers separating his bulge from your core. Hard and large and it made you dizzy to think about.

Clyde was taking his time running his hands up and down your waist, his right hand grabbing here and there, never moving under your shirt despite your obvious eagerness. A roll of his hips elicited a moan from you.

Your own hands weren’t shy in their movements; they were grasping onto his broad shoulders, holding on to the fabric as you tried to pull him closer to you.

He separated his lips from yours with a chuckle.

“Eager, are we?” His crooked grin was panty-dropping worthy.

He trailed his lips down your neck before you could reply, suckling gently over your pulse point.

The moan he pulled from you echoed around the room as you tilted your head to the side, allowing him more room to roam.

Your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders. You had always been extra sensitive around the neck and the combination of his lips and the tickle from his moustache was enough to send you into overdrive.

“Clyde…” You breathed out his name shakily, feeling tingles start to travel from your hands and up your arms from the excitement.

He hoisted you up surprisingly quickly from the sofa, causing you to let out a shriek in surprise.

He was strong. Of course, he was strong, you shouldn’t have expected anything else but still…

He carried you toward the bed, setting you down unceremoniously on the edge. You had to grab a hold of the sheet so as not to fall over.

“I want you to strip.” There was no room for arguing in his voice, and it was exactly what you needed. You didn’t want to have to think about your actions.

He was watching you intently, waiting for you to do as you were told, causing you to frantically reach for the zip of your fleece, pulling it down your arms and then throwing it mindlessly away from you.

Your shirt was the next thing that came off. Clyde’s gaze followed as your shirt revealed more and more skin. You didn’t miss the way he bit his lip hungrily.

Your bra wasn’t perhaps the sexiest thing you owned but you weren’t exactly expecting to be in the situation you were when you headed out that morning.

The bra joined the other items a bit slower. You wanted to drag it out; was it mean that you wanted him to have to suffer just a tiny bit?

You were basking in his obvious admiration of your body as you slowly slid the pants down and stepped out of them, leaving you in just your socks and underwear.

Perhaps it wasn’t the sexiest you had ever looked, but it was the sexiest you had ever felt, and that was the important part.

“Panties too.” He had started palming himself through his pants, huffing out small groans of satisfaction here and there. It had made you drenched and you did not doubt that it was obvious to him just how aroused you were.

You were finally standing there in front of him, completely bare, socks and panties having been removed. His eyes ran over every inch and crevice of you that was visible in the low light.

He was still fully dressed, having just unbuttoned his pants so that he could force his hand down to tug at himself.

“I want you to lay down and touch yourself.” Touch yourself? Couldn’t he do it? You opened your mouth to argue but one look from Clyde made you snap your mouth shut again.

The comforter was soft against your skin as you laid down on your back. You were shy as you separated your legs just enough so that you could slip your hand in between your legs.

The first touch was electric. You had never felt such a reaction from simply touching yourself. Sure, you were an expert in getting yourself off, but it never felt quite like this, not this good from so little.

You circled your bud, applying just the right pleasure that caused you to moan. Your eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, getting lost in the feeling building in your belly.

“Open yer eyes.” He had moved closer, a lot closer, with surprising stealth as you hadn’t heard even a low scuffle of feet. His eyes were commanding the attention of your own as he scolded you.

You withdrew your hand automatically from yourself, moving it up to rest on your belly, thinking that he must want you to stop. You were wrong, however, for his eyes snapped down to watch it and he scolded you once again.

“I didn’t tell ye to stop.” He only moved away once more when he was satisfied with your continued movements.

He walked over to the single chair by the living room table, dragging it with him back over to the bed, placing it by the end where he would get just the right view of you working yourself.

He pulled his pants down before sitting down with a huff. He had gone commando. You let out a whimper of need at the sight.

Clyde Logan was the owner of the most perfect cock you had ever seen. It was so heavy that it had barely been able to bob against his stomach, despite his sitting position.

You arched your neck, trying to get a closer look. It was swollen and huge and pink at the tip. His thumb was working over the head, smearing the precum that had leaked out.

“Ye stopped.” It was a statement, and he didn’t need to give you further instructions for you to once again start moving your hand between your legs.

You let it travel further down this time, to collect some of your wetness with two fingers before bringing it up to your mouth and tasting yourself. Sweet and tangy.

Clyde didn’t make a single sound to let you know if he was affected by your actions, so all you could do was assume that he was, and that was enough to spur you on.

You brought your hand back down, inserting a finger slowly, testing the waters. You were more than ready, your walls giving way easily to the intrusion.

A second soon joined the first and you set a steady rhythm, pumping them in and out with a squelch as your walls clenched around your digits. Your other palm came up to massage at your breast, twisting the nipple between your fingertips.

Your chest heaved with your moans that were penetrating the air. It was hard keeping your eyes open with the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling but you had to stay focus, you didn’t want to miss a second of seeing Clyde slumped from the pleasure of his touch as he fucked into his hand.

“I want ye to make yerself cum.” You were more than happy to give in to this demand. Your fingers were moving urgently inside of you, and your other hand moved on from your breast, coming down to pinch at your clit and then rub tight small circles over it.

The heat that had been steadily building inside of you, blossoming in your stomach, was slowly taking over your entire body now. Your toes were beginning to curl, and you were fighting your eyes from rolling backwards in your head.

And then, it all became too much for you and you let go and the best part of it all rolled over you like tidal waves, washing through you, soaking you with that post-orgasmic glow.

You let your fingers slowly slip out of you, letting your arms fall to your sides as you watched Clyde get up. You didn’t know if he had come, having been too focused on yourself, but it didn’t matter, he still stood at full attention.

Your mouth practically frothed at the sight of him, you could turn rabid from the need that you had for him. A whine slipped out of your mouth, an arm lifting up to reach out for him, needing to touch him.

He came close enough so that your fingers could just barely brush against the fabric of his pants that he still insisted on having on.

Rage took over your body. It was an irrational rage, why did he still have them on? You wanted them off and you wanted them off now. You had to see him, all of him, before you went insane from the deprivation. Was it even possible? To lose your mind over not getting to see another person naked? You certainly thought so.

You sat up, leaning on one of your shoulders as you looked up at him with a glare on your face.

“Take them off.” He was thoroughly amused by your attempt at a demand. You didn’t achieve quite the same rumble in your tone that he had which left no room for arguing, but still, he conceded and pushed the pants down his legs until they were low enough to be kicked off.

His shirt followed soon after, almost hitting you in the face as he threw it carelessly toward the corner of the bed.

You couldn’t help but admire him. A work of art, good enough to be hung in the Met, that was for sure.

You got on your knees in front of him, the height from the bed aiding you in being just tall enough so that you could place kisses on his chest- You placed the first one in the middle, right over his sternum whilst looking up at him.

Your eyes stayed locked as you planted another kiss over his heart, the next on his right pec, and so forth. They circled around one of his nipples, letting your teeth give it a small nibble before pulling it with you just a bit before releasing it and letting it revert to its original state, hard as a rock.

It was starting to get more and more obvious just how affected Clyde was getting, his arousal much more prominent, if that was even possible. You could feel it against your skin, you didn’t want to touch it just yet, dragging it out for as long as you could.

You enjoyed watching him become more and more flustered by your actions. His chest was heavy with each audible breath, cock tapping against your lower stomach, begging to be touched, but you kept your hands away. They were holding on to his thighs, caressing them in small movements that were making their way toward his cock at snail pace.

“Ye gon’ tease me all night?” You let out a laugh at the ridiculous accusation. If anybody had been the one to tease, it was Clyde.

“Are you going to tease me all night?” You threw the question back at him, biting your lip with an innocent smile.

He growled. He actually growled and you could feel how it caused a trickle to roll down your leg.

“Didn’t yer mammy or daddy ever teach ye not to talk back?”

“They didn’t actually” His eyes had steadily grown darker and darker as the evening progressed and were now on the border of black.

He smashed your lips together, grabbing a hold of your face with his right hand with a bruising grip. He kissed and nipped at your lips before pulling back and pushing you back onto the bed.

He was quick to follow you onto the bed as he guided you to lay on your back, spread eagle, with him kneeling between your legs. His hands were on his hips as he watched you. You squirmed under his gaze, trying to create some type of friction anywhere that would aid in bringing you closer to another release.

His kisses started on your inner knee, building their way up at a torturous pace. He didn’t leave a kiss between your legs; instead, he just hovered there so you could feel his hot breath tickle you before continuing.

You were practically sobbing for more when he finally made it to your lips.

“Please, you have to…”

“I have t’ what?” He looked completely serious as he looked down at you, balanced on one hand. He was expecting an answer from you, and you didn’t know what to say. You obviously wanted him to fuck you but for some reason, you were too shy to say it.

“Mhm… thought so,” He hummed before dropping down to his elbows pressing his entire body onto you.

You could feel all of him. His skin was electric against your own and you could feel his length brushing over your clit. He rolled his hips in a small wave and you arched your back from the moan that escaped you.

It had all built up so much that the smallest touch from him could cause you to completely fall apart, despite the orgasm you had had. It was because it was different when Clyde was the one that touched you; your own touch was nowhere near adequate in comparison.

He rolled his hips again, this time applying just a bit more pressure and you couldn’t help but to widen and draw up your legs slightly, wanting to give him easier access.

“I didn’t tell ye tha’ ye could move.” You were trembling from need at his words. You needed more; couldn’t he understand that?

You were reluctant as you started to bring your legs back down, but he (thankfully) hooked his left arm around your leg, stopping its descent. He hoisted it up to rest by the side of his hip as he simultaneously sat back upon his haunches.

“Do ye need me inside of ye?” Your head had started nodding before he could even finish the sentence, causing a wicked smile to spread across his face.

“I need t’ be inside of ye too.” They were the most glorious words you had ever heard.

His right hand gave a tug at his cock, but it didn’t need any more preparation. It was hard and as ready for you as you were him. He grabbed a hold of base, stabilizing it as he dragged it through your sweet and slickened folds before slowly slipping inside.

Your walls easily gave way for him as he finally pushed in due to your overflowing arousal. He stretched you as wide as you would go with little pain and raw pleasure. You were clenched tightly around him, walls squeezing him in a vice grip, trying to draw him in even deeper.

You could feel yourself grow more and more manic in your need as he sunk deeper and deeper into you. It was as if all other senses had disappeared and all you could focus on was his powerful thrusts that were drilling into you.

He kept your right leg at his hips, whilst his other hand was hoisting your left over his shoulder after just a few deep thrusts.

You choked from the warmth that spread through your body from this position. He was deeper than you even knew you could take him. The head of his cock tapping at your cervix with every drilling thrust but there was no pain, only excruciating pleasure that made tears leak from your eyes from happiness.

The carnal need was as fervent within Clyde as it was you. He couldn’t take it slow; his thrusts were forceful and intent on driving you to your next orgasm as quickly as he could.

“Fuck, ye feel good.” Clyde hissed. “Such a sweet an’ tight little pussy.”

Your eyes could barely focus on him, only catching small glimpses of him with his hair plastered to his forehead from the moisture that was collected there. Your hands were grasping onto the duvet, needing something to hold onto in desperation.

His thrusts were precise and well calculated; he hit that spot inside of you over and over again that made you let out guttural moans.

But he enjoyed torturing you and he suddenly came to a halt, retracting from you completely.

“Move over.” He helped to guide you in your haze. Your own movements were thankfully still quick despite your barely lucid mind as you shuffled to the side, and he laid down on the bed.

Clyde’s hand was supporting his base, helping it stand tall, ready for you to penetrate yourself onto it. You threw your leg over his hips to straddle him. You hovered over his cock, looking down to see how you were dripping on to him.

You didn’t stay there for too long before mounting yourself onto it, dropping down with a pant as you engulfed him within you.

The pace you set was frantic, chasing climax. Your hands came down to rest on his chest to better help you push yourself up and down his cock. The sound of your skin slapping against his echoed around the room, driving your wild.

He was a sight for sore eyes underneath you. Lost in the madness and wild from it all. His desire and pleasure were so clear on his face from the way his mouth was parted and the way his eyes admired you, following your every movement.

He used his right hand to help you ram down onto him again and again.

You got on your feet, gaining better leverage than you had had before on your knees, bouncing up and down. You were so, so close; you could feel your orgasm simmering there underneath the surface, you just needed a small push to get there. And Clyde delivered that small push.

“Yer such a good girl, takin’ me so well. You just love bein’ fucked, don’t ye?”

Your walls clamped down on him, legs shaking as you came to a stop, being unable to continue as you fell forward onto his chest, overwhelmed by the pleasure that filled your body.

He received you in his arms, letting his hand caress over your spine as you continued to slightly convulse from your orgasm.

“Such a good girl” He crooned in your ear with a kiss and tug on your lobe.

Clyde wasn’t as sweet when he pinned both your arms to your sides with one of his, holding you in place as he started slamming his hips up into you, chasing his own pleasure.

The sounds that came out of your as he rammed himself in over and over again were indistinguishable. You were gushing around him, your entire body vibrating from another orgasm, but he still didn’t let up. His hips were starting to stutter, however, thrusts being off-pace as he pounded into you.

And then a sharp thrust was accompanied by a husky cry as he ejected deep inside of you. He managed to pump into you a few more times as your walls milked him, your mixed climaxes collecting at his base.

You were exhausted, unable to move so he stayed there, deep inside of you as he grew flaccid.

You thought it was a fuck for the history books.

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patersof · 4 years ago

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Adam Driver in the set of "The Last Duel" 29.09.20

✨Edited by me✨

I hope you liked it✨😌

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maybe-your-left · 4 years ago

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Along the Highway

okay so set the scene... Clyde has a garage where he’s a mechanic.... and he bends ya over to see what’s under the hood n’ gives a the good ol’ southern oil change a yer life darlin’... 😉 you’re welcome for this... saddle up!

Thank you for the request @finn-ray-nal-beads... I truly hope I delivered. but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed darlin’

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“Mother fucker,” you cried out when your car stalled on the highway. You were halfway towards your destination. Stuck in an old hick town in Boone County. You had no service and the closest gas station according to the signs was 10 miles down. You pulled off to the shoulder, letting the nonexistent traffic ‘whiz’ past you.

You climbed out with your purse and phone clutched in your hand, slamming the door shut. “What am I gonna do now?” you whispered. No one had passed you for miles, you weren’t even sure that you could use your emergency AAA button in the car since there was no service.

Sighing you stared at the highway… there was nothing to do but move forward. You made sure your car was in the park and all your valuables were stowed away in your purse or your trunk and you began your trek. Maybe when you made it to the town there would be cell service and someone could point you in the direction of a mechanic.

After about 30 minutes you were exhausted, the West Virginia heat beating down on your back. Surely you were getting baked alive, since you decided to wear a summer sundress and sandals. Not prime walking outfit choices… thank god you remembered to pack your water bottle or else you would’ve passed out.

In the distance, you saw a Chevron, along with a tiny strip mall. There was even a little hair salon, maybe if the mechanic was working on the car you could swing in for a trim? It couldn’t hurt to kill some time. You burst inside the station, sweaty and breathing heavily. Approaching the counter you attempted to catch your breath, “Is-is-there a mechanic nearby?” you wheezed out.

The attendant was a young man, maybe 18 barely, looking at you like you were a wild animal. He gulped and handed you a water bottle, “Uh, yes ma’am… just down the road. Logan Family Auto… are you alright?”

He looked at you with big eyes, watching you chug the ice-cold water, “Yes, sorry. My car broke down on the highway…”

“Ahh,” he exhaled, “Lemme call them and the owner will pick you up and the car.”

“Thank you,” you made your way outside, taking a seat on the bench. You flicked off one of your shoes and began rubbing the sole. You were already unbelievably sore, probably wouldn’t hurt to get a foot rub when you made it to Virginia. The entrance door dinged, “Ma’am, Mr. Logan is on his way to pick you up.”

“Thank you so much,” you sighed.

A few minutes later a tow truck pulled into the gas station, parking in front of the doorway. Someone climbed out of the driver’s seat and walked around the front. You weren’t paying attention, instead trying to work the knots out of your foot.

In front of you two black boots came into view, followed by a clearing of the throat, “Are y’ needin’ a lift?”

You looked up and instantly your throat went dry… the man in front of you wasn’t a man. Better qualified as a bear, he was huge. Had long black hair tucked under a green John Deer hat, navy coveralls and he had his arms to his side, almost afraid to approach you. His face was pale, but had a few spots of grease on his cheeks, leading into his scruffy facial hair.

“Yes,” you moaned out.

“Okay, where to?”

In your fantasy he would’ve asked you to climb him like a tree but instead he was staring at you with pleading eyes.

You shook your head, “Sorry, uh-yeah my car broke down on the highway… had to walk all the way here.”

“Mmm,” he nodded. Turning around he opened the passenger door, “Come on in, I’ve got AC. We’ll get ya cooled off.”

Standing up you stretched out, desperate to cool off inside the truck. You also could use a massage, your feet and legs were aching from the overuse. Sliding in, tucking your purse at your feet. You smoothed down your dress and waited for him to climb in.

The mechanic hopped in, and started blasting the AC. instantly cooling your skin, you sighed, “That feels so much better.”

“M sure it does,” he laughed, “My name's Clyde by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Clyde, I’m (Y/N).”

Clyde gave you a small smile, “That’s a very pretty name.”

You blushed, looking away so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were.

The drive was long, you could barely believe that you walked this. Just imagining it again was making you sweat. You leaned onto the dashboard, desperate for some relief. Deciding to angle the vents towards your legs, you didn’t even notice the Marylin Monroe moment you were having until Clyde cleared his throat.

“Y’ doin’ okay over there?”

“What,” you opened your eyes and looked at him. Mistakenly shifting to wear your dress was blown up over your hips. Fully showcasing your bare thighs and sheer panties. “Shit I’m sorry!”

You rushed to cover yourself, embarrassed of the exposure. “It’s s’okay darlin’ I’m sure you want to relax after the day y’ve had.”

Glancing back over you noticed Clyde's eyes dart back to the road… no way, you had caught him staring at your legs. He probably got an eyeful earlier, and now he was blushing bright red. Hands gripping the steering wheel tight. You scooted over towards him, deciding to shoot your shot. Grabbing the hem of your dress you slid it back up, revealing yourself again. “Do you want to help me relax Clyde?”

He looked over at you, eyes practically bulging out of his head. Clearing his throat he placed a hand on your bare knee, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Tightening his grip on your knee he yanked you over the seat. Pinning your left leg up towards your chest, showcasing the wet spot in your panties. Clyde's eyes darted from your center to the road, trying to not send you both off the highway.

Bringing his hand to your core, he lightly rubbed his knuckles on the fabric. Groaning as he felt your slick through it, how it was coating your lips. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, “Please Clyde,”

“Y’ sure?”

“Please or I’ll have to do it myself,” you smirked at him.

Clyde laughs again, pulling your panties to the side and plunging two fingers in. “Fuck,” you squealed. You weren’t ready for two fingers, and they were already fucking you in and out. Dragging against your walls, soaking up in your wetness. His fingers were so long, and fat, better than any cock you had before. Giving you a few more pumps, Clyde moved his hand out, positioning his palm face up.

“Darlin’ y’ve soaked through these,” he mumbled, eyes darting back and forth from the road and his fingers. Bringing them back to your weeping hole he shoved them in, squelching out more slick onto the seats. His fingers were curling up against your front wall, quick ‘come hither’ motions on your g-spot.

“Clyde,” you moaned, “That feels so good… can I rub my clit? Please!”

“Rub it baby, cum all over my fingers.”

Your hand darted out, furiously rubbing your swollen nub. Clenching around Clyde's fingers as they continued to assault your cunt. You squeezed your eyes shut, succumbing to the blissful fullness his fingers gave you.

You came with a shout, begging him to keep going. Gushing down his wrist while he slowly pulled off the road. Your chest was heaving, trying to center yourself, overstimulation creeping in from Clydes fingers still stuffed in your cunt.

“Better?” Clyde asked, pulling his fingers out slowly, “Look at the mess y’ made.” Holding up his slickened hand, admiring the shine coating his middle and ring finger. You laughed as you caught your breath, watching as he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Slipping them inside, his eyes closed as he moaned at your taste coating his tongue.

“Get outta the truck,” he commanded. Putting it into park, and yanking the keys out. Clyde slammed the door, you just sat there dumbfounded, you were not at your car yet? Why is he pulling over…

Suddenly your door swung open behind you and Clyde yanked you out, pulling you to the front of the truck. “I thought I asked y’ to get out?” You gave him a devilish smile, leaning against the hood, pressing your tits up to the sky. “I don't know what you’re talking about…”

Clyde swooped in, pinning you down, lips crashing into yours. Moaning into each other’s mouths, your hands went up to his neck, sliding into his luscious hair. Clyde began to grind against you, pushing your dress back up your hips. He was already so hot and bothered from fingering your, all you wanted was for him to bury his cock inside you.

Breaking away you looked at him, silently telling him with your begging eyes what you wanted. “Are y’ gonna listen to me now or are you gonna be a troublemaker?”

You grinned, leaning in and placing a kiss on his Adam's apple, “whatever you want Daddy.”

He growled and flipped you around, pressing your chest onto the warm hood. His left forearm across your back to keep you from squirming around, and his right pulling up your skirt. “Gotta check an see if every thin’s all good and ready for me.”

Pressing your ass into his jeans, desperate to feel how wet you were. He thrust forward, repinning your hips. His fingers gripped into your panties and yanked them down. “Please Clyde,” you moaned. The delicious friction making you keen for him even more.

Clyde quickly disrobed enough to fish his cock out, rubbing it up and down your eager slit. The tip

of him catching just enough to give you a small

stretch, “Y’ think you can take me?”

“Anything,” you bucked back, “Just fuck me.”

He shoved inside, completely splitting you on his hard cock. Bottoming out and knocking the wind from your lungs. Both of you cried out at the tension inside you, your walls already clenching from the intrusion. Clyde pulled back, taking himself out and rubbing again before plunging back in.

“Fuck, y’er choking my cock darlin’,” He moaned, beginning to thrust in and out at a rapid pace, “M not gonna last with y’ doin’ that.”

You clenched around him again, his words egging you closer towards your release, “Daddy, I wanna cum on you again, please can I?”

“Yeah baby,” he grunted, “Cum with me.”

You both cried out, Clyde’s cock knocking into your cervix over and over. Each time shooting a mix of pain and pleasure to your walls, you were clenching all around his length. Desperate to milk all the cum he could give you.

A few more thrusts and he stilled, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder and his ick twitched inside you. Spitting out rope after rope of his hot sticky cum into your tired pussy. Clyde pulled out, allowing you to sit up again as he steadied himself on the side of the road. You collapsed into him, your legs threatening to give out at any moment. His cum already leaking down your legs to pool inside your pulled down panties. Laughing you hoisted them up, to try and collect the rest of his spend inside you.

Beside you Clyde was panting, the heat and the power of his thrusting had completely wiped him out. He looked over and you and grinned, “That was,” he leaned against you, “That was great darlin’.”

You laughed again, “It sure was. Thanks, it really helped me relax.”

He smiled back at you, “No problem… I guess we better go get yer car now.”

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princessflip · 4 years ago

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Surprise!

So after deep consideration and thought about my post earlier, I have made the decision to start writing! I haven’t written since Freshman year of high school, but I feel as though I need to jump back in!

I will specialize in POC writing, but inclusive unless requested otherwise!

I have no ideas in my empty brain as of now, so feel free to send in requests!

Submit headcannons, thots, blurbs, and oneshot requests! or just ask me questions!!

Characters

Flip Zimmerman

Kylo Ren

Paterson

Clyde Logan

Father Garupe

Adam Sackler

Anything goes unless posted otherwise! NSFW and 18+ are welcome!

(included to show my internal panic rn)

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babbushka · 5 years ago

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Blue Christmas

Clyde Logan x Reader ; 2k

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Clyde ain’t never seen such a prettier sight in his whole life, he thought as you were standin’ up on barstools strinin’ lights. You had decided that after Thanksgiving was of course the one and only perfect time to start decorating – and you had transformed the trailer into a little magical wonderland just for the two of you. You did such a good job in fact, that Clyde had all but begged ya to come to the bar and do it up real pretty too.

And you were, but Clyde couldn’t help but think that out of everything, out of all the lights and the ornaments and the décor, the prettiest thing was you.

It was early in the day on a Saturday, before the bar even officially opened for the weekend daydrinkers to sidle up to their unassigned assigned seat at the counter. Even though it was early and all the blinds were drawn, it was still dark in the bar on account of the thick blanket of snow that had fallen all across West Virginia.

Which was perfect for you, because it meant in the lowlight you could get a better idea of how all the lights and everything would look. You were lookin’ at the lights, but Clyde was lookin’ at you, and damn, were you pretty.

Soon though, you were hoppin’ down from the bar stools – which Clyde had to admit had made him nervous just because they weren’t meant for nobody to go standin’ on or nothing – and making your way over to the corner of the room, seemingly abandoning your task of hanging icicle lights down from the overhead cabinets of the bartop where Clyde keeps the clean glasses.

“Darlin’ what are you doin’?” He asks, watching you like you were some kinda daydream, as you got that determined look on your face.

You threw a smile over your shoulder as you moseyed on down to the jukebox, a great big shiny thing that was stocked with everyone’s favorite old country classics. It was a genuine, authentic one from the 60s, the kind that cost a quarter for three songs, and Clyde loved to let it play and play, especially when the customers were here but no one was really in the mood for talkin’.

It hadn’t been turned on just yet, with it only being the two of you, but you looked like you were fixin’ to change that if the quarter you pulled from your back pocket were anything to go by.

“Just looking for something a little festive.” You wink back at him, wink at him in a way that makes his face hot, makes his grip on the glass he’s cleanin’ go a little tighter, especially as you give him those eyes that have him weak in the knees when you ask, “Don’t tell me you don’t have any Christmas music on this jukebox?”

“I dunno I – ” He replies, wrackin’ his brain for if there was anything the two of you could listen to.

You cut him off with an excited noise, a happy little gasp as you flip through the records and find something fun, something festive.

“Bingo!” You grin selecting it. Soon enough, the upbeat sound of Elvis is rockin’ and rollin’ through the bar, and Clyde lets out a small little smile when you start twisting your hips along to the music with a, “Well come on, you can’t just stand there.”

He raises his brows, realizin’ you mean to have him come join you. He can’t, absolutely cannot, dance. You know this, he knows this, y’all have been together long enough where he’s proven that point again and again and he’s blushin’ real proper now because you’re still lookin’ at him all too expectantly.

“But sweetheart I’m – ” He tries to play it off like he’s busy, only you just laugh, fond of him.

“It’s just us, come on.” You say, wiggling your shoulders in a way that has him drawn to how you’re your tits look in that top of yours, and it’s impossible to resist you, especially when you pout and give him a beggin’, “Please?”

He’s lost this battle, just like he loses just about every single one he goes up against with ya. He puts down the glass with a light thunk on the bartop, and is rounding the corner to join you.

“Oh damn it,” He grumbles, scoopin’ you up in his embrace, doin’ his best to not step on you with his huge sasquatch feet, “You know I can’t resist those big ol’ eyes of yours.”

You only grin, beam up at him with that pretty crooked smile and that twinkle in your eye, that twinkle that he ain’t so sure isn’t from the sparkling lights you’ve got plugged in, and he sighs.

“Why resist me?” You tease, and he does chuckle at that because, yeah, why?

Clyde always feels so comfortable around you, and that’s a feelin’ he ain’t never really had before. Sure he had his brother and sister, but they sometimes looked at him with pity in their gaze. And sure he’s got his bar, but sometimes folks from out of county come around and stare at his arm, make jokes at his expense, thinkin’ he’s too dumb to notice.

But you, not you. Never you. You hold his hand and curl your arm around his like it’s nothin’. You don’t stare at it too mournfully or joke about it or nothin’ else, it just ain’t a big deal to you. Except of course when it’s hurtin’ or when he needs help with it – then you’re sweeter than fresh honey on a hot summer’s day.

You’re like that with everything, Clyde finds. The way he talks, or the way he dresses, or any of it at all. And now, even now, you’re so damn lovely, dancin’ with him in the middle of his bar. The way he dances ain’t no laughin’ matter to you, even though really it should be, he can’t keep time to save his life. The most you do is flash him a loving smile if he accidentally hits your heel with his toe or fumbles.

He feels so comfortable with you in fact, that right there in the middle of his bar he decides what the hell, why not sing along? So as he has you pillowed against his chest, he takes in a deep breath and matches the lyrics word for word.

I'll have a blue Christmas without you

I'll be so blue just thinking about you

Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree

Won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me

And when those blue snowflakes start falling

That's when those blue memories start calling

You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white

But I'll have a blue, blue blue blue Christmas

You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white

But I'll have a blue, blue, blue Christmas

Clyde used to hate this song, used to positively hate it. Because he used to be singin’ it all by his lonesome, just two Christmases ago. He used to sit in his bar or his car on the way from work and the radio would play this sad sad song and he’d hate himself for bein’ so lonely.

But now he’s got you, you who decorates the bar with garland and tinsel and lights and ornament, you who sets up a real tree right in the corner of the main room, you who decorates the tree with all sorts of fun bar-themed ornaments. You who he’s got in his arms, who he’s never gonna let go, and who he’s singin’ to make you smile.

The song comes to and end and you clap for him, applause that makes him blush and duck his head away, not wantin’ to meet your gaze and have you see just how fuckin’ much he loves you. But you’re chasing his eyes, that big toothy smile on your face, and like with everything else, he’s weak to resist you.

“Clyde Logan you big crooner!” You bite your lip with joy, practically unable to keep the grin off your face.

“You best hush your mouth, before I do somethin’ drastic.” He mumbles, feelin’ pleased and warm and like he’s got butterflies in his stomach that even after all this time together, ain’t never gonna go away.

Your smile turns to something more knowing, more seductive, more hungry, and your eyes darken in the low light from the snow outside, and when you lick your lips, Clyde has to plant himself down sturdy so he don’t go topplin’ over.

“Oh yeah? Like what.” You ask, taking in a deep breath, expanding your rib cage so that your tits would press against him as you look up at him with those thick lashes of yours.

You laugh and squeal when he spins you around and dips you real deep, so much so that you’re almost on the floor.

And then you are on the floor, because he’s laid you down gently, right there on the wood, and he’s fallin’ after you, on top of you, bracing his weight so he don’t crush you or nothin’.

And then he’s kissin’ you, real long and deep and meaningful, putting all of his love into the kiss. You wind your arms around him, tangle a hand or two in his hair, hold him by his ears and pull him closer closer closer to you, as your tongues slide against one another.

He has to make a split second-decision, has to decide if he’s gonna fuck you right then and there on the floor. Your legs are fallin’ open for him, letting him settle between them, letting him touch and grope you and wind his hand under your top and shove aside your bra to tweak your nipple. And he does, he does he does he does.

But it’s Christmas-time, and he’s romantic. He doesn’t want to fuck you on the floor like some rabid animal or nothin’, and just as soon as he’s got you splayed out for him, he’s pullin’ you back to standing.

You look like you’ve been on a rollercoaster, with your eyes too bright and your hair slightly mussed, clothes all rumpled and it’s Clyde’s turn to smile real big, when you keep reachin’ for him, keep stepping real close to him, not wanting to be out of his embrace just yet.

He gives you another slow, loving kiss, and when you rub your noses together he hum happily against your lips.

“Like that.” He pulls back for a moment, gives you a wink.

And then you’re laughin’ again, shaking your head and bumping your hip against his. He smacks your ass as you walk past him, back to the barstool where those icicle lights are still waiting to be hung up, back to decorating this place you’ve come to love and consider as much a home as the one you shared with him.

Clyde goes back behind the counter, picks up the glass he was cleanin’, and gets back to work. He’ll have his way with you later, he’s decided. Later when he can get you in your nice warm bed that you share, later when he can take you apart loudly and lovingly. Later when he can make you come six ways ‘til Sunday.

For now, it’s enough to be givin’ looks back and forth and then duckin’ away like you’re lovesick fools, because really, you are. You both are.

Soon the bar would open, and the daydrinkers would come in, and the weekend would begin. But in the soft stillness of the bar, the cozy atmosphere mixed with the beauty of your holiday touch, it felt like there was nothin’ that could ruin his mood, not even a sad song on a jukebox.

One thing was for sure, he thought as he still was certain he’d never seen a prettier sight in all his life, when he was lookin’ at you -- he’d never be havin’ a blue Christmas again.

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