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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Beast

The Beast

Vampire Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: None! Shocking! Some light horror and sexy themes.

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For Halloween, please enjoy this wicked fairytale for Transfusion Tuesday and also @writer-wednesday based a request from this Edgar Allen Poe prompt list. Notes of Beauty and the Beast, Dracula, and The Raven in my best Poe-ish attempt 🍂🍁🍂 

This also continues my Wicked Fairytale Series where I give my own twisted twist to the classics, like Cinderella.

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177 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#4

Peach

Peach

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Humor. Birthday Special.

Author’s Note: ✨🥂 Happy Birthday to my lovely friend @gabesprincess 🥂✨

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196 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#3

Extraction

Extraction

Major Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Romance. Action. Graphic Violence. Knife Violence. Gun Violence. Gore. Non-Graphic Mentions of Injuries to Reader, Not Inflicted by Jacques. Modern Jacques.

Author’s Note: Here’s a teaser/intro for a longer Jacques fic I’ve recently added to my wip list! This seemed like as good a time as any to write the first part for @writer-wednesday​  The pacing in the bigger story will be a little different, because the smut wouldn’t come this quickly. It’s hard for me to tell a story in 6k words, but I’ll give the people what they want! I’ve been reading action/adventure novels and watching action/adventure movies while I work on an adventure novel of  my own, so I’ve been itching to write a good kick ass shoot ‘em up for a while! 

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221 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#2

A Lecture on Love

A Lecture on Love

Adventurer Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Romance. Humor. Professor/Student Roleplaying. Semi-Public Smut. Bad Puns. American Reader.

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Author’s Note: Here is the first of my Valentine’s Day fic exchange fics for my wonderful friend @mrs-gucci​! I hope everyone enjoys a new Jacques AU, Professor of Archeology and Adventurer Extraordinaire! Also, consider this a prologue and teaser for a larger collaborative crossover fic to come!

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260 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Music of the Night

Music of the Night

Victorian Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 14.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Graphic Violence. Fires. Guns. Murder. Old Timey Sexism. Romance. Dark Phantom of the Opera Vibes. Victorian Kylo.

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Author’s Note: Please enjoy this Phantom of the Opera AU for @writer-wednesday​! Edit by the enormously talented @kyloremus​

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408 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

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[mrs-gucci]

Can you also do flip and Clyde with a virgin please???

HC's: Clyde Logan & Flip Zimmerman with a virgin!Reader

absolutely I can!

warnings: smut depictions, fluff (especially Clyde’s section), virginity loss, unprotected P in V sex. *no use of ‘Y/N’ in this work.*

Clyde Logan (additional warnings: premature ejaculation, accidental creampie)

Clyde wasn’t all that experienced, sexually speaking, when the two of you got together, with his arm sorta puttin’ him down and him always bein’ so busy with the bar. So he was a lot little worried about bein’ your first; he asked you probably at least half a dozen times if you were sure you wanted to do this with him. You told him, each and every time, that you couldn’t imagine doin’ it with anyone else.

He was probably just as nervous as you were about the whole thing, maybe even a bit more. He just really wanted to make this good for you, wanted to please you. You’re everything to him and he likes you a whole lot and you deserve the world...and he just wants to give you all he can.

You two kiss for a while at first, just to calm the nerves and ease some of the tension. Simply enjoying each other’s presence in the moment, you naturally progress to undressing when it feels right. He’s blushin’ as you run your eyes over him, and you’re all hot n’ tingly as he lets his gaze roam your figure.

He’s gotta finger you to get you nice and ready, no way of avoidin’ it, not with his cock. He knows he’s big n’ thick and hard to take at first. You moan and squirm as his digits stretch you open wide, and he’s hard against your side within the blink of an eye. You stroke him with your hand but he’s gotta stop you pretty soon after you start cause if you went any longer, this was all gonna be over before it even started.

You’re overwhelmed when he first enters you, nearly crying out loud at the way his girth splits you open and how deep his length reaches inside you. He’s real gentle, though, and slow, whisperin’ affirmations and kissin’ you the whole time he pushes in. It takes everything in him to stay still once he’s seated inside fully, but for you, he’ll do anything.

Once you’re adjusted and he begins moving his hips, the pain turns to pleasure rather quickly. You’re mewling, whimpering and moaning for him within a couple minutes and it’s driving Clyde absolutely crazy. He’s so wired, so wrapped up in how fuckin’ amazing you feel that he loses himself and doesn’t get control back in time. He cums only a few minutes in with a loud, long groan, quickly panicking after the fact cause he knows he’s unprotected.

After his apologies, the sheddin’ of a couple tears, and your reassurances that it’ll be alright since you’re on contraception, he lays down and eats you out until you’re desperately pulling his hair and gasping his name.

Flip Zimmerman

Your first time with Flip was anything but “normal” or “average”. In a good way. 

It was late at night and you drove over to the station to drop something off for Flip. He was catching up on paperwork, bored out of his mind. One thing led to another and suddenly, he had you shoved up against the wall of the file room with his hands roaming your body.

He knew you were a virgin, of course, but he knew you certainly weren’t a saint. Not since you started seeing him. So he was courteous and conscious, yes, but by no means was he gonna treat you like you’re breakable.

His breath grows heavier the quicker he moves, fingers dipping down between your thighs to tease the sensitive bud nestled there. He hums, pleased to find that you’re soaked already, moving his lips across your neck while he works your stiffening clit. He takes his time getting you wet, working you open with his digits; he wants you to be more than ready to take him.

You, as you’ve done many times in the past, free him from his constricting Levi’s before sinking to your knees and taking him in your mouth. His soft, low grunts spur you on and it’s not long before he’s pulling away, cock twitching as his impending climax fades.

In the blink of an eye, he’s lined up with your entrance and is pressing in, gradually introducing you to his shaft for the first time. You’re in a slight state of shock as his cock opens you up, stretching you out like you’ve never been stretched before. He gives you a little bit to adjust, kissing you on the lips, cheeks, forehead.

He’s masterful, methodical with each and every thrust he gives, alternating between slow and fast, sharp and soft. Your head’s spinning within minutes and you’re a moaning mess for him. The pain only lasts for a short while, turning to intense pleasure inside your body. 

His climax comes first, spilling his creamy spend into you and fucking you through his high before bringing you to yours soon after, rolling his hips and rubbing your clit rhythmically. It may not have been rose petals and candles and all that jazz, but it was with Flip and that’s all that really mattered for you :)

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[babbushka]

August & September Fic Recap! (2021)

Hello everyone and welcome once again to the end of another month. As always, I take this opportunity to compile all the fic that I've posted, and update my masterlists. Because life has been so busy, I wasn't able to put out much, so I've combined August and September into one list.

Some housekeeping:

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Chapter Updates

Biting Dust - Chapter 5 ; Outlaw!Kylo Ren x Outlaw!Reader

Biting Dust - Chapter 6; ""

Spellbound - Chapters 1-5 ; Kylo Ren x OC (Hogwarts Professors AU)

Oneshots

Finally Autumn ; Mob!Kylo Ren x Reader

Into The Shadows I Follow ; Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader***

Character Headcanons

Showering with Mob!Kylo as an act of trust and care

Making love with Biker!Kylo***

Biker!Kylo loving eating pussy***

Lawyer!Kylo having impressive stamina during sex***

Character Imagines

Flip Zimmerman

Flip fucking his wife at a pool party****

Flip fucking you before he has to go to work****

Flip running his goatee up and down your thigh post-sex intimacy**

Flip finding out his wife is having triplets

Flip's children trying to cheer him up after he loses at game night

Young!Flip taking you on a plein air painting date

Flip trying and failing to show off his nonexistent plumbing skills lol

Kylo Ren

Biker!Kylo Ren fucking you hard in the middle of the night****

Medieval!Kylo Ren surprising you in a corridor***

Medieval!Kylo Ren catching you skinny dipping in the river on a surprise return from battle***

Edwardian!Kylo Ren steamy makeout session in his office before bed***

Clyde Logan

Clyde fucking you rough and hard after getting unwanted advances at the bar***

Paul Sevier

Morning sex with Paul after he returns from a long work trip***

Total word count for August & September: 71,713

Thank you all for spending another month with me, I have some big surprises coming in October that I hope you all enjoy! Here's to the spooky season officially starting!

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[maybe-your-left]

HAPPY ASK FRIDAY EMILY PLEASE TELL US WHICH OF YOUR MEN ARE IN THE MILE HIGH CLUB ???

(dr kylo ren MD ????)

YES: 

Jamie Massey: please please baby, keep touching him. run your fingers through his hair, Jamie washed it in tea tree oil just like you asked. he just wants you to hold him, maybe give him a messy BJ in the bathroom, or on the flight deck. 

Professor Zachary Adams: he has nothing to worry about, you listen to whatever Daddy says. ‘Go meet me in the bathroom, make sure no one follows.’

Adam Sackler: his pants are already off, wore those stupid sweats you hate because he wanted you to tear them down. he whistles from the bathroom for you to follow you like a little puppy. 

Matt the Radar Tech: calls you a slut, makes you squish into the stall with him. back to his chest so he can fuck you good and hard. ‘of course, you’re wet, I fucked you this morning before we left.’

Maurizio Gucci: ‘Dove, come sit on Daddy’s lap, no one’s going to bother us’. he loves to run his fingers through your hair, smelling the fruity scent he lathered into it last night in your bath. everything for his sweet dove, and if you want to rock on his cock while he reads the paper on the private jet? then you’re riding Daddy’s cock on the private jet. 

Phillip Altman: GREMLIN BOY. GET OUT YOUR SQUIRT BOTTLE. philly is grabbing every bit of you, especially your tits. they look so soft and comfy in your lazy clothes, its a long flight and he wants you comfortable when he hoists you on his cock. 

Charlie Barber: bold of you to assume he’s not already inside you. he doesn’t care who’s around, he will drag you by the hair into the bathroom. Propping your leg up on the cheap counter, slotting his hips between and fucking you until you’re blue in the face from holding in your screams. 

Dr. Ren: he’s already fucked you twice, once in the airport terminal after the security checks. cockwarming on an international flight, he rocks you back and forth on his lap, ‘keep your whines to yourself, or else I’ll bend you over and everyone will see what a whore you are.’ 

NO: 

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo (Canon): this man is not about fucking or touching on planes. He is a pilot, he has other things to deal with other than your whore ass pussy. Don’t fucking touch him, he will force choke you to death. 

Paterson: he gets too nervous on planes, he needs to be held, maybe stroke his cheek. not too much touching though, he feels claustrophobic. but also keep stroking his hair and giving him neck kisses. 

Rick Smolan: heck no-he’s been working all fucking month, and the month before that. he wants to try and catch up on his sleep, he needs to catch up before he sees you at the gates. no time to fuck something in the bathroom. 

Dan Jones: no, he has to write down the rest of this proposal for the Senate.

Darlin’ Imma Green Beret: 

Clyde Logan: Darlin’ Imma Green Beret, the most exclusive club in ‘Merica. I ain’t in no Chair Force, so don’ be touchin’ me while we’re flying. Pass me a snack, Sugar. 

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[mrs-gucci]

Frosted Windows [blurb] {Clyde Logan x Reader}

anonymous

Oooo winter holiday requests? Might I request a snuggly married couple get away to a remote cabin with Clyde Logan? Snowing outside, but you two are cozying up by the fire with some hot coco.

warnings. FLUFF, SMUT, general Clyde sweetness, clit rubbing, vaginal fingering, Clyde’s a giving lover <3 **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

no tw’s.

word count: 978

Feeling warm and refreshed after your morning shower, and feeling extra snuggly in your big winter sweater, you join your husband on the rustic sofa. The fire crackling in the fireplace, a warm glow from its flames setting a cozy vibe in the small living room.

What better way is there to spend Christmas weekend than in a woodsy cabin with your wonderful husband? It’s utterly perfect.

Frost has formed at the corners of the big windows as a fresh dusting of powdery white blankets the forestry around.

Clyde smiles as you sit down, reaching for the mug of steaming hot cocoa that he mixed for you a few minutes earlier.

“Made’ja some ‘a that cocoa ya like.” He hums, handing you the mug and pressing a delicate kiss to your temple. “With whipped cream ‘n some extra marshmallows, o’ course.”

You look over at him with a soft but genuine smile, leaning in for a proper kiss. “Thank you, honey.”

He smiles, then grabs his own mug, taking a few sips before leaning further into you. You rest your head on his shoulder, taking a deep breath, sighing softly on the exhale.

The two of you simply enjoy each other’s company for a little while, steadily entangling yourselves more and more into each other’s embrace until you find yourself clung to his side, arm across his chest and legs draped over his lap.

When you look up at him, you giggle softly, seeing some cocoa and whipped cream leftover on his beard. He looks down at you with a slightly furrowed brow and you sit up a bit so that your lips are level with his.

“You have a little bit of rogue cocoa and whipped cream on your beard.”

Clyde smirks ever so subtly, then nudges his nose against yours playfully. “Mm, well, shoot…Will ya help me get it all up, darlin’?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Your tongue sticks out a bit and you lap up some of the cocoa and whipped cream, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.

He groans softly before your lips meet his, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. His cock twitches to life under his pajama pants as he kisses you back hungrily, pulling you up onto his lap.

“C’mere, beautiful.” He hums, hand sliding up under your sweater and grazing the underside of your bare breast. “Lemme feel ‘n love on ya.”

You bite your lip as your back naturally arches to push yourself further into his touch. Your hips begin to subtly grind over his lap, offering some greatly desired friction for both of you.

Clyde’s hand casually slides down your sides and it’s not long before his thick digits are slipping beneath your lounging shorts, pleased to find that some of your natural slick has already coated your folds.

Your eyes flutter shut, hips jerking slightly when the pad of his finger focuses on your most sensitive spot.

“Mmm. There we go, right there.” His husky voice sends goosebumps down your arms. “That’s a good spot, isn’t it?”

“U-Uh huh.” You nod, rolling your hips down against his slightly roughened fingers.

He circles the bud a bit quicker now, maximizing your pleasure twofold. You’re gasping and moaning softly within a couple minutes, and his fingertips quickly bring you to the edge of climax.

When two of his thick fingers line themselves up with your entrance and press in, you let out a choked cry, so reactive due to his previous ministrations. Your head tips back, hips rolling slightly as he begins to move them in and out, back and forth.

“Clyde.” You breathe, looking down at him, hands fisting his t-shirt tightly.  “...P-Please.”

He smirks. “Please what, darlin’? ‘m not one of them mind readers.”

A huff pushes past your lips as you try to find the words. His fingers are rubbing against every sweet spot inside you and it’s making your head spin, your release almost to its boiling point.

“Makemecum, please!” You say suddenly, a great urgency in your tone.

Clyde hums, kissing at your neck and throat. “All ya had t’do was ask, beautiful.”

His fingers curl up inside of you, pressing up against the sensitive soft spot on your walls. It sends you over the edge within moments, cunt clenching and gushing around his digits.

“Ohhh C-Clyde, oh fffuck!”

He continues to rub you through it, pulling away only when you begin to get overstimulated. You fall limp on his lap, quickly crashing your lips on his.

“I love you.” You whisper into his mouth, panting softly.  “So much.”

“I love ya too, beautiful.” He says, hand lazily kneading the skin of your hips.

After a bit more of the post-orgasm fog lifts from your mind, you realize that Clyde’s still very much erect under his pants. You go to pull him out from beneath the fabric, but he catches your wrist before you can untie him. He smiles.

“No need.” He hums with a soft smile. “It’ll go ‘way, and ‘m sure we’ll be doin this again sometime soon. I wanna snuggle with ya this mornin’, darlin’.”

The smile tugging at your lips grows exponentially more prominent. Clyde’s such a giver, in every aspect of his life. It’s one of the many things you love about him.

“You’re incredible, Clyde, so wonderful. I love you so, so much.”

You smile before laying down, taking your place as the little spoon as Clyde lays behind you, draping his good arm over your body. His chin rests naturally on your shoulder and he playfully scratches your skin with his beard, which makes you giggle in his hold.

Clyde decides right then and there that this is the absolute best way to spend a morning. He hopes that there’ll be more of these moments to come over the next couple days.

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College Age!Clyde Logan for Sunday Funday

anonymous

College x Clyde Logan x fun in the laundry room wishing you a wonderful weekend :)) <3

warnings. FLUFF, Clyde’s absolutely an RA it’s canon, y’all are friends with some feelings, some language, laundry mishaps, an overflowing laundry machine, bubble fights, Clyde is a strong boi, reader gets picked up & spun around, there’s a kiss. no use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

no tw’s.

word count: 594

You’re banging furiously on Clyde’s door. You don’t give a shit that it’s one in the morning. It’s the weekend so he’s probably awake anyway, and his roommate parties 24/7. 

Clyde rushes to open the door, worried that it’s some kid in trouble, since he’s an RA. His face softens when he sees that it’s you, offering you a small smile.

“Hey, sunflower. What’s up?”

You point down the hall, still a bit out of breath from running up the steps so quickly. “Laundry machine...overflowed...bubbles everywhere. Please help.”

His eyes widen and he nods quickly, grabbing his keys before following you down the hall. When the two of you get to the laundry room down in the basement, there are bubbles pouring out of the machine and onto the floor.

“Holy mackerel.” Clyde says, looking at the bubbles. He can’t help but laugh softly. “What kinda detergent didja put in the machine?”

“I don’t know, the regular kind!” You say, laughing.

He walks over to the machine, examining it. You walk up, peeking around him and biting your lip. 

“What should we do?”

He sighs, scratching his beard. “Well, I think we gotta pull the machine out from the wall here ‘n unplug it.”

You nod. “Okay. I’ll help you pull it out.”

The two of you pull the vibrating laundry machine out from its place on the wall and Clyde reaches to unplug it, bringing the spinning mechanisms to a stop. You sigh in relief, watching new bubbles stop oozing from around the seals of the door.

“Whew.” Your chest falls as you let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Clyde.”

“O’ course, sunflower. Y’know I’m always around for ya.”

You smile, then look down at the leftover bubbles flooding the floor. You frown, biting your lip.

“Now, what the fuck are we gonna do to clean up all these bubbles?”

Clyde laughs, shaking his head. “Er. ‘M not sure, honestly. Maybe some towels ‘r somethin’?”

Suddenly, an idea pops in your head and you reach down to scoop some bubbles up into your hand. You blow the bubbles towards his face and he laughs, scrunching his face up. 

“Oh, so that’s how yer gon’ play this?”

You giggle and squeal softly as he grabs some bubbles of his own and blow them at you. The two of you break out into a full-out bubble war, blowing bubbles at one another and rubbing it into each other’s clothes. 

Within minutes, you two are both covered in fresh linen-scented bubbles, laughing as you go back and forth. When you manage to jump up and get some bubbles in his hair, he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder, spinning you around playfully.

“Clydeeeeee!” You’re laughing and flailing around.

He smiles, letting you down slowly. As you slide down, your eyes lock and suddenly, the mood shifts from silly to sultry. Just like a scene from a movie, when your lips are level with his, he reaches in for a kiss.

Your hands cup his cheeks as the two of you embrace, lips connected and gently moving against each other. You smile as the two of you pull away.

Clyde’s cheeks are brights red and he looks away, biting his lip to mask his bright, wide smile.

“I...I...”

You put your finger over his lips. “You don’t have to say anything, Clyde.”

“O-Okay.” He chuckles, looking up at you with puppy eyes. “Can I, er...can I kiss ya again?”

A wide smile stretches across your face.

“Yes please.”

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[mrs-gucci]

Birthday Baby [drabble] {Clyde Logan x Reader}

@gotham-city-uber-driver​​

How about a fluffy Clyde Logan birthday ask? When you reveal to him that you're pregnant with your first baby?

warnings. FLUFF, pregnancy reveal.  **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

no tw’s.

word count: 313 (a short boi)

"Okay, okay, it’s time for your presents!”

Clyde chuckles, shaking his head as he walks over to the couch. “I told’ja, ya didn’t hav’ta get me anythin’.”

“Well, I did. And I think you’re really gonna like them.” You smile, pulling the two boxes off the mantle and handing them to him. “Open the squishier one first.”

“Mmkay.” He laughs, nodding.

When he unwraps it, his eyes widen. He holds up the gift, a little baby onesie, and he just stares at it for a moment, in total disbelief. His eyes meet yours, then.

“W-What...”

You’re smiling uncontrollably.

“Open the other one.”

He’s dropping the onesie and tearing the wrapping paper off the other gift quickly. His eyes swell with tears when he sees the framed sonogram picture, with your little handwritten note in the corner.

Baby Logan ❤︎

“We’re...w-we’re gonna h-have a baby?” The first tear falls down his cheek.

Nodding, you rest your hands on your abdomen. “Yes, Clyde.”

Clyde stands up quickly and pulls you into one of his signature bear hugs, a soft sob leaving his lips. He’s so overjoyed, he’s shaking a little bit, pushing his forehead into your shoulder.

“Oh m-ma god, darlin’, this is...incredible.” He whispers, hand sliding down to your stomach. “A b-baby...”

Your fingers scratch the back of his neck as you begin to cry with joy, nodding and laughing happily.

“Our baby, Clyde. Ours.”

His hand smooths over your clothed abdomen, lips coming up to meet yours. Your tears combine as your cheeks rub together, humming against each others lips.

When he pulls away after a bit, he’s unable to wipe the grin from his face, arms wrapped firmly around you and holding you close.

“This ‘s the best birthday present ever. Thank ya fer givin’ it t’ me.”

You smile, nodding.

“I can’t wait to do all of this with you.”

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[mrs-gucci]

First Time {virgin!Clyde Logan x curvy!Reader}

I’ve been holding onto this one for quite a while and it sort of got lost in the weeds for a bit, but I finally finished it up and I’m pleased with how it came out in the end!

warnings: fluff. smut. virginity loss. making love. everyone’s of age (RC’s age is 21+, Clyde’s right around 22). body appreciation/worship. oral sex. explicit consent. unprotected sex. premature ejaculation.

(possible) tw’s: surprise/accidental creampie (not non-con, per se, but unexpected).

word count: 2.47k

Freshly back from his deployment and an adjusting amputee, the absolute last thing Clyde Logan thought he’d get was a girlfriend. He’d gone to high school with you but you weren’t really friends back then, rolling with two different social groups, although you did have a crush on him.

But, after four years at college, you were back in Boone County and happened to walk into Duck Tape where a certain veteran was newly employed. You were thrilled to reunite with your high school crush, and the two of you were fast friends.

Then, two months ago on a rainy West Virginia night, you finally confessed your feelings for him and shared a passionate kiss in the pouring down rain. It truly was a scene out of a movie, a picture-perfect kiss. 

When he told you he was a virgin, you were surprised, but not that surprised. A shy, small town boy who went straight into the military after high school, it made sense when you thought about it. Of course, you assured him that that wasn’t a dealbreaker, not in the slightest, and that you’d be here for him whenever he was ready to take that next step.

Now, don’t be mistaken; Clyde Logan was a virgin, not a saint. He’d had some sloppy, rushed handjobs in high school but nothing even remotely close to intimacy. You were more than happy to show him the ropes, and god, he was forever grateful. The first time you’d put your mouth around him, he honestly thought he’d died and was about to meet his creator.

As much as he loved being pleasured by you, and he truly did love it, he loved pleasuring you just as much, maybe even a bit more. He takes pride in getting to know every inch of your flesh, which spots you like being touched or pinched, which places he can touch and watch your face contort in pleasure. He loved every single part of you more than life itself, but of course, he had his favorites. 

You quickly learned that Clyde had a proclivity for squeezing, kissing, and/or licking your breasts and nipples. He loved your tits, loved the way they look in low-cut shirts, loves the way they kinds spill out of the top of your bra sometimes, loves that your nipples are slightly uneven. He just loves it all and if you’d let him and if he could, he’d worship them all damn day.

His love for your curves, your tummy, hips, and thighs, is unmatched by any previous boyfriend or casual fling. He simply can’t get enough of your jiggly flesh, hand always running up and down your side as he kisses you, squeezing the excess skin laid on your hips. His lips often stop on their journey down your body to kiss and suck at your tummy, hand occasionally rubbing across the pliable surface, wiggling the skin playfully and watching it jiggle with a small smile.

And then, there was your pussy. The beautifully intricate fleshy folds of your labia, the magical little pearl nestled beneath a little hood, your wet, wonderful little hole that he can’t wait to stretch open with his dick; a work of fucking art, he’s called it on several separate occasions. 

It’s that beautiful body part, plus all the others of course, that’s got him currently rock hard in his jeans as you rock back and forth on top of him. His flesh hand rests on your thick thigh, squeezing it as you move, loving the feeling of its squishiness. 

Your lips mouth at and move with his, tongue fully exploring every cavern of his mouth as his does the same to you. He lets out a soft purr against your lips, pressing his hips up against your motions. His hand moves up to your hip, giving it a little tap, causing you to immediately pull away, eyebrows furrowed.

“Is everything alright?”

He nods, grinning up at you. “‘m ready.”

A brief pause stretches between the two of you as you process the weight of the words he’s just uttered.

“A-Are you sure?” You ask quietly, running your hands through his hair. “I don’t want you to do it just for me, I’m alright with waiting.”

“No, I know, an’ I ‘preciate ya waitin’ fer me.” Clyde shakes his head briefly, then smiles.  “But I promise ya, ‘m ready to do this. An’ I wanna do it with ya, I want ye t’ be ma first.”

Your face is split in half by the grin that spreads across it, leaning down to kiss him again. This kiss is not like the first, no, there’s something much more urgent, more desperate about it. He’s attacking your lips, now, head tilting to the side to allow for a deeper angle into your mouth.

He soon continues his assault, this time on your neck, lips expertly sucking and nibbling on all the right spots. You’re positively soaked at this point, really ever since he said he’s wanting to fuck you tonight for the first time, but his ministrations on your taut skin certainly aren’t helping the situation in your panties any.

“Yer so fuckin’ pretty, Y/N.” His beard tickles as his lips move all over your neck. “Still can’t believe yer mine, can’t believe I get to do this with ya.”

You smile, back arching and head tilting back to grant him better access to your flesh. “Mmm, you’re so handsome, Clyde. I wanna do this with you, want it so badly.”

He grunts, hand grabbing and pulling up at the hem of your shirt. You understand his wordless plea, sitting up to peel your shirt off, exposing your bare torso to him.

You still get a little insecure when he looks at you, warmth spreading across your cheeks as your eyes dart to the side. He quickly turns your head back to face him, looking up at you with a serious expression.

“Now, don’t ya do that with me. Yer the most beautiful woman I‘ve ever laid eyes on and I’ll never stop thinkin’ that, no matter what. Please don’t hide from me, Y/N; I don’t want ya t’ ever be afraid of me seein’ or lookin’ at yer stunnin’, perfect body.”

You’re getting choked up at his words, leaning forward and resting your forehead on his. “You’re so amazing, you know that? Thank you, thank you for seeing beauty, even when I don’t see it, and for reminding me of it.”

His lips press onto yours once again, pulling away after a moment while you reach around to unclip your bra, knowing he often has trouble with it, since he only has one hand. Your breasts now exposed, Clyde wastes absolutely no time in getting to work on showing them love. 

He covers both of your large mounds in sloppy, wet open-mouthed kisses while he works at the button on your jeans. Once he’s satisfied with his worship of your breasts and nipples, he pulls away and lets you pull off his shirt and run your hands over the smooth expanse of his freckle-painted chest.

“Go on and lay down fer me, pumpkin. Take them jeans and panties off, too, would ya?”

“Anything for you, Clyde.” You smile as you hop off his lap and shimmy out of your bottoms, now leaving your figure completely bare. His eyes are glued to you the entire time, following you as you walk over to his bed and lay back on the mattress.

Clyde stands and shuts the door to his room, flicking the lock before turning to face you again. With each step, he manages to remove his own jeans, now left in only his boxers. He crawls on top of you, kissing from the column of your throat down the trail between your breasts, over your tummy until he scoots down and places his head between your spread legs.

His breath is hot on your skin, causing your legs to break out in goosebumps. He scoots himself forward a little bit, lips and beard now right up against your warm, wet arousal. 

Your back suddenly arches up off the mattress when he unhinges his jaw and sucks your entire pussy into his mouth, a quick gasp escaping your lips. He smirks, swiping his tongue all around your folds, grunting when he gets a taste of your sweetness.

“Mm, always so sweet.” He hums as he works you skillfully.

“Ohhhh, Clyde...fuck.”

You’ve died and ascended to above, you’re sure of it. The pleasure that he’s creating, the pulses and sparks his motion send through your body, they’re heavenly. Even from the very beginning of your relationship, Clyde seemed to know exactly what to do and where to touch in order to elicit the greatest pleasure.

With his ministrations, it’s not long before your hips are jerking up off the bed and your quiet breaths have turned to audible moans. 

“Clyde!” You gasp, teetering on the ledge. “I--I’m gonna c-cum!”

Hearing your words spur him on and somehow, his mouth works you even harder, bringing you to a trembling climax only moments later. He laps at your bittersweet juice, smirking as he watches you come undone above him, feeling your cunt clenching around itself in the wake of release.

He pulls away when you fall into overstimulation, licking the glistening sweetness off his lips and beard. 

“My god, yer so beautiful.”

You’re still catching your breath, recovering from your orgasm, but you give him a small smile as he crawls back up your body and connects your lips. You whine when you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, making the kiss all that more erotic. 

You slowly trail your hands down his firm, bare torso, fingernails gently scraping over the skin just how he likes it. Your hand finally reaches his pulsing shaft, wrapping around and starting to stroke slowly. 

His hips buck, a quick grunt ripping past his lips as his eyes squeeze shut. 

“Ohhh ma--fuck pumpkin.” He breathes, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

Your hand runs up and down his length, giving him the delicious friction he needs. He’s throbbing in your hand, cock hot and slit drooling precum. Veins protrude all over the magnificent shaft, sprawling all over his thickness.

Clyde’s breath quickens, hips rutting faster into your hand and suddenly, he has to yank himself away from your grasp. He shudders, cock bobbing in frustration. 

“I w-would’a cum if ya’d kept goin’. S-Sorry, darlin’.”

You smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. “It’s okay, Clyde, no need to apologize.”

He returns the smile, kissing you again before scooting himself into position between your legs, tip prodding at your soaked entrance. His brows suddenly furrow.

“Is everything alright, baby?” You ask, acute concern lacing your tone. 

He nods, sitting up to unclip his arm. “Yeah, ma arm’s jus’ botherin’ me. Do ya mind if I have it off?”

“Of course not. I want you to be comfortable.”

His arm is removed and set down on the nightstand table before he’s eagerly crawling back into position, slotting himself between your legs once more. He rests his forearm next to your head, getting into a sturdy position on top of you in preparation for what’s to come.

You reach up to caress the back of his neck, combing through his hair. 

“Are you ready, baby?”

He smiles, nodding.

“I’ve never been more ready for anythin’ in ma whole life, pumpkin.”

Clyde takes a deep breath before lining up with your entrance and, after one last reassuring nod from you, pushes his hips forward. His eyes fly open, then squeeze shut as his thick shaft is sheathed in your warm, wet and inviting walls.

Your back arches up off the bed, head pushing back against the pillows as your insides are stretched to their limit, or at least it feels like it. You know Clyde is big, in every sense of the word, but actually taking him, you feel utterly unprepared. 

His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head when he’s fully inside, legs and arm already trembling as he holds himself still. His jaw is clenched tightly, so tight you’re almost fearful that he’ll crack his teeth.

“Are y-ya alright, pumpkin?”

You nod, taking a deep but a bit shaky breath.  “Mmhmm, I’m okay. You c-can start moving now, b-baby.”

“Ya sure?” He asks, kissing your forehead and eyebrows, really whatever skin he can reach.

As soon as you nod, he draws back before pushing forward again, groaning loudly. His head is thrown back, eyebrows knitting at the center of his forehead, sweat already beading at his hairline.

“How are you doing, baby?” You ask him, fingers threading through his hair in between thrusts.

“Goddamn it’s sssso good, feels so good p-pu’kin.”

His hips speed up just a bit, now at a steady thrusting rhythm. Your eyes widen when you feel him throbbing and pulsing inside you, balls drawing up. 

“Fuck! Fuckin’ s-shit!”

Before he can stop it, he’s cumming with a loud moan, shaking as he instinctively fucks his release deep into you. He’s instantly apologetic, tearing up as he pulls out of you. 

“Oh, ma darlin’, I...I d-didn’t mean to do that. ‘m so, so sorry, oh god I can’t believe I did that. I’ll pay fer o-one of them Plan B’s o’ course, a-and I’ll go get ya that cheesecake ya like from the bakery, an’ a-anythin’ else ya want.”

You’re giggling softly, reaching up and putting a finger over his lips.

“Clyde, baby, it’s alright. Take a deep breath with me, okay? Breathe in...breathe out.” He follows your instruction, taking a deep breath as his bottom lip trembles, tears spilling from his eyes. “I’m on birth control, there’s no need to worry. And I don’t need anything as long as I’ve got you. I love you, Clyde.”

His lips are crashing onto yours just after the last syllable passes through, kissing you with deep passion and with intense love. He pulls away and you wipe the tears from his cheeks.

“Y-Yer...yer jus’ so amazin’, Y/N. I love ya with all m’ heart, thank ya.” He kisses you again. “I love ya, I love ya, I love ya.”

You smile so much your cheeks are sore, snuggling up next to him on the bed. The two of you lay together for a short while before he looks over at you, face sheepish and flushed.

“Can we, um...c-could we do that ‘gain?”

You laugh softly, nodding and crawling up on top of him. “Buckle up, cowboy, ‘cause we’re doing this for the rest of the night.”

He groans deeply, holding your hip.

“‘m definitely alright with that.”

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We all know Clyde has a breeding k!nk and loves t!ddies , but all I can think about is after you give birth and you have your newborn and him being obsessed with helping you when they’re engorged and painful

HC's: dad!Clyde & Your Post-Birth Breasts

author's notes: hello, hello! Clyde is indeed a titty mans, I'll believe it 'till the day I die; it's canon. but I do agree, he does looooove helping you out in any & all ways when they're all swollen and tender and so full of milk--

warnings: fluff. some smutty stuff. breast pumping. breastfeeding. leaking milk. tit-sucking. brief mentions/implied male masturbation. clyde has daughters, fight me.

(possible) tw's: implied past pregnancy (you & Clyde have a newborn at the time of this HC). some lactation kink.

Clyde has a natural talent for fatherhood, just as you knew he would. He’s incredibly patient, calm, and always so, so helpful. He definitely keeps you grounded when you need it most.

But, as of late, he’s shown an extra special interest in helping you with your breast pumping.

Of course you appreciate the help (you appreciate all of his help), since your breasts were almost always sore and so f-ing full. His motives, however, you’re sure aren’t 100% innocent, not that you minded, though; you always loved when your sweet, beloved husband had some dirty secrets.

It got to the point that he’s begun anticipating your needs; having the pump handy and bringing it over just as you’re about to ask him for it. It’s uncanny how often this started happening.

He also helps with breastfeeding, bringing the babe over when she’s crying, giving you the spit-up cloth, putting a sheet over you for privacy (even if you’re in the house and you don’t really need it, although this slowly stopped happening).

Clyde seems fascinated and not at all jealous of your daughter whenever you breastfeed, asking (very, very bashfully) if he can watch in order to learn more about it, which again, you’re pretty sure isn’t his only motivation.

One day, you finally ask him, “Honey, how do you always know what I need?”

Your tone was joking, but you were only partially joking; you really were genuinely curious.

The way his cheeks turned red, you’ve never seen him turn that red before. It was freakin’ adorable.

“Well, I uh...” (he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly) “I started noticin’ that yer, um, yer nipples harden real obvious-like, in y-yer bra, whenever ya start g-gettin’ full ‘n sore.”

You were equal parts surprised at his eagle-eye observational ability (probably a result of his time at the military, most likely) as you were flattered that he would take the time to try and figure it out in order to better help you. 

Even though this was cleared up, you were still pretty sure that he liked seeing your breasts full for other, more sexual reasons.

Oh gosh, he was sooooo bashful when he asked to help you pump the first time, and you’re pretty sure you could see the faint outline of an erection in his Levi’s when he approached you. It wasn’t very hard to spot a Clyde erection, considering his massive size, so you were almost certain.

You let him, of course, and his whole face kinda lit up when you said yes. He did everything you told him with great care, handling you very gently as you guided him through it.

Everything, all of your suspicions, were confirmed about a month after you brought your newborn daughter home. His eyes were wide as he looked down at your chest with a clenched jaw, clearly trying to keep himself together.

Sure enough, when you look down, there are two large wet patches on your shirt over where your nipples rested in your maternity bra. You’re mortified, but when you look to Clyde to get you a rag, he stays in place.

When his eyes meet yours, you shudder at the darkened nature of them. Oh, you knew all too well what that look meant...he was aroused. Very much so, by the looks of it.

“Lemme s-suck on ‘em, darlin’, please. Lemme help ya f-feel better.”

You agree with little-to-no hesitation, pulling your shirt off and making your way over to the couch while he followed you, undoing his belt and jeans.

He pulls your tender breasts out of the bra and immediately starts lapping at the sweet nectar that’s leaking from your nipples while he tugs his painfully hard length.

“Mmm, s-so sweet, tastes so fuckin’ g-good.”

“Love suckin’ on these b-big milky t-tits, darlin’.”

It’s not long before he’s shooting his big, thick creamy load all over his hand and your leggings with a loud, throaty groan.

In conclusion, Clyde’s a die-hard titty man and also a really amazing father <3 <3

[mrs-gucci]

Short fluff fic of reader making Clyde his favorite kind of pie?

Clyde’s Peaches [blurb] {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author's notes: hello, hello! oh my gosh, nonny, this request has my fuckin' heart 🥺 I'm so soft for Clyde.

warnings: fluff. implied smut (not explicit). baking fun. neck kisses. making out. some playful & semi-steamy touching.

no tw's :)

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Clyde's had a really awful day, you knew it from the second you picked up his usual lunchtime phone call. Apparently a pipe burst at the bar and flooded his office; it was all just a big mess.

So, since it was your day off, you decided to run to the store and grab the fixings for his favorite dessert: spiced peach pie, a signature recipe of yours.

You always made it whenever he seemed to need it most, on days like this. It never fails to cheer him up and he's always so appreciative of your efforts to cheer him up.

After a quick grocery store run, you get to work mixing up the perfect fluffy, crunchy pie crust before making headway on the inner-workings of the pie.

You didn't even hear him come in, too wrapped up in the mixing and the radio station blasting from your phone's speakers. You're singing along, dancing and swaying goofily around the small kitchen.

As soon as he steps through the door, Clyde pauses and sniffs the air. The all-too familiar scent of freshly rolled pie crust fills his nostrils and he could honestly cry, the reality of the situation at hand hitting suddenly.

You're making pie. For him.

He's eager to make his way into the kitchen, to scoop you up in his arms and kiss you silly, but he pauses once more when he comes upon the scene unfolding before him.

It's not very often that he gets to see you like this, so carefree and lost in yourself. He watches with a big ol' grin on his face, eyes dancing around the kitchen along with you.

When you finally begin mixing the ingredients together, keeping you in one relative spot, he makes his approach. His lips gently meet the side of your neck, exposed by the loose sweater hanging off your shoulder.

"Somethin' smells nice n' sweet in here, peaches." He smirks, hands squeezing your hips. "But I reckon the view's a lil bit sweeter."

You relax when the familiar voice of your boyfriend rings in your eardrums. His beard tickles and scratches your skin as he kisses and licks at your skin.

"Clydeeeeee," You giggle, turning your head and fake-pouting. "You weren't supposed to be back 'till later. I wanted to surprise you with your favorite pie."

His lips pull up into a small smile, running his hands up and down the curves of your body. "Well, ya certainly surprised me. I'm more than alright waitin' a bit for the pie to bake...I think we can manage to find a few things to occupy ourselves with in the meantime."

"Mmmm, Mr. Logan, you better keep those big bear paws of yours to yourself before I spill something and make a mess." You laugh softly.

He pouts, groaning softly into your neck, good arm wrapped around your torso. "Alright, peaches, I'll behave for ya. But as soon as that pie goes into the oven, yer all mine until ya have to take it back out again."

Chuckling and shaking your head, you finish up the pie, putting it in the oven and setting a timer. Just as he promised, the second the numbers begin counting down on your phone timer, he spins you around and scoops your ass up in his palms.

Although he's still getting used to the various quirks and mechanisms of his new titanium arm, he's still able to lift you up onto the flour-dusted countertop and set you down gently.

"Oh my--Clyde! My shorts are gonna get all flour-y!" You laugh, squirming on the countertop.

He simply grunts in reply, smiling to himself before pressing his lips against yours. "Don't worry, I'll help ya shower off later."

Both of you are grinning like school children against each other's lips, kissing with a tender passion. By now, after years of being together, your make out sessions ran like a well-oiled machine. He knew what you like and where you like being kissed, and you know the same for him.

"Hmmmmm," Clyde hums against your lips, sliding his mouth down to the column of your throat, kissing and kitten-licking the taut skin there. "I love kissin' ya like this, peaches."

You two kiss for a bit before you tug his hair, pulling him away. “As much as I love kissing you, I really should clean up a bit.”

“O’ course.” He nods along.

But, before you can hop down, he cages you in with his large body. The way you furrow your eyebrows in both confusion and perhaps a bit of irritation makes him laugh. 

“Now, don’t go givin’ me that look. ‘m just gonna help ya clean up a bit, is all.” He dips his fingers in the leftover pie batter, wiping the dough all over your lips.

You raise your eyebrows, reaching over to scoop up some of the remaining peach pie filling. “Two can play at this game, Mr. Logan.”

He grins as you smear the filling all over his lips and down onto his throat, while he rubs dough all over your neck and collarbones. You’re both laughing with glee, enjoying this sweet and intimate moment together.

Once the bowls are wiped almost clean, Clyde begins cleaning up his mess, starting with the mess on your lips. He licks and sucks the dough off as he kisses you, then does the same to your neck and collarbones. 

Now it’s your turn, licking and kissing every inch of his lips before collecting the stuff on his throat. He groans softly, head tilting back to give you better access to his neck. 

You smirk, licking and nipping at his tender skin, which only earned you more small grunts, groans and whimpers from his lips. He loves being kissed on the neck, something you’ve learned and take advantage of often.

Soon, every bit of dough or filling was cleaned off both of your bodies, but you still stay entangled in each other, lips moving over the other’s skin until the timer startles you apart. 

The pie is pulled from the oven and promptly set down on the stovetop, heat turned off before Clyde scoops you up and rushes you upstairs to further aid in your cleaning up efforts. 

Needless to say, the actual mess in the kitchen remained for a few hours after that.

[mrs-gucci]

For the 4th of July prompt:

Obviously Clyde is the best bartender in town. But you his lovely girlfriend come up with all the festive drinks for the holiday and they are a hit! What better way to thank his lady than to sneak off to his office and show her a hood time????

A Proper Thank Ya {Clyde Logan x Reader} 🎇

author's notes: hello, hello! I absolutely adore this request, this is such a great idea and I thank you for submitting it! I had to do quite a bit of research (and quite a bit of drooling over the delicious sounding recipes!) to create the specialty drink menu lol but it was totally worth it.

warnings: fluff. smut. bartending tings. oral sex (f receiving). clyde’s a pussy eating king.

(possible) tw's: mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption. semi-public smut.

Duck Tape’s Fourth of July Specialty Drinks

-The Flirty Firecracker: a summertime holiday favorite; one shot of pineapple vodka with Monin raspberry and Torani blue raspberry syrup. -Rocket Pop Jello Shots: this fun treat is inspired by the classic rocket popsicles; red, white and blue vodka-infused Jello in a cup, topped with a festive candle. -Watermelon Texas Margarita: for anyone craving a reprieve from the typical sweet or slushy, this boozy, refreshing cocktail made with sliced watermelons, limes, tequila, orange liqueur, and Pabst Blue Ribbon is the drink for you. -Bomb Pop Cocktail: a childhood favorite turned adult favorite; champagne with a firecracker popsicle. -Red, White & B(lue)oozy Lemonade Slush: celebrate American independence with this fun, festive layered refresher; featuring the texture of a smoothie with sensational flavors of Blue Curacao, Smirnoff Red, White & Berry Vodka, and homemade lemonade. 

The bar has been packed all weekend long after word of the incredible Fourth of July Drink Specials at Duck Tape spread like wildfire around the area. Everyone, men and women alike, are going crazy for the fun and festive drinks. 

Clyde’s got his hands full with making all of the different beverages so he recruits you, the mastermind behind the menu, to help him out. Some of the drinks require preparation ahead of time, which was mostly your job, not that you minded.

You’ve been a bartender before, but you quickly discovered after your first night as assistant bartender that your skills of dealing with the crowds and general hustle and bustle are quite rusty. But, by the peak times, you’ve gotten back into the groove and by the holiday, you’re an old pro.

Each and every time someone orders one of the specialty drinks, Clyde makes sure that the customer knows that their beverage was created and born of the amazingly creative mind of his beautiful girlfriend, to which he then gestures to you. He even instructed the wait staff to give you credit for the beverages when they take them over to the table.

He’s so, so proud of you, a fact that’s more than obvious to you, the staff and all patrons of Duck Tape. The way his face lights up every time someone asks him about the drinks or he gets to talkin’ with someone about them never fails to make you smile. 

Tonight’s the big night, the actual Fourth of July, and you’re gearing up for another chaotic night with a whirlwind of drink-making. Although you’d love to have a night off and some private time with Clyde for the holiday, you’re more than willing and happy to help out at the bar. You’ve forgotten how fun and exciting bartending for a big crowd can be, plus the generous tips are a nice bonus.

From eight o’clock ‘till midnight, the bar is at almost full capacity, patrons chatting and laughing as they slurp down the specialty cocktails. Your twenty minute reprieve cannot come fast enough, and you practically sprint over to the back office when the clock strikes ten thirty, followed closely by your equally enthusiastic boyfriend.

He closes and locks the door behind you and lets out a long sigh, shoulders visibly relaxing.

“Holy shit.”

You laugh softly, looking up at him. “Yeah, seriously, holy shit. It’s packed out there.”

“All thanks to you, ma darlin’.” Clyde smiles and walks up to you, bending down to kiss your lips, hands resting on your hips. “That menu ‘s incredible, people are lovin’ it. Thank ya.”

“No thanks necessary, honey. I’m always happy to help.”

His eyes darken slightly in the low light of the single desk lamp, and you bite your lip, knowing exactly what that means. 

“Seriously, thank ye. How can I make it up t’ ya, beautiful?”

You open your mouth, ready to insist that he doesn’t have to do anything, but his lips cut you off. Your eyes flutter shut and your hands move up to run through his sweaty hair, giving it a few gentle tugs.

He grunts softly into your mouth, lips attacking yours with immense passion and aggression. He nudges you backwards, guiding you towards the desk. Your ass presses up against the desk after a minute of maneuvering, and when it does, Clyde pulls away softly.

“Take yer bottoms off n’ lay back with yer legs spread out. Gonna thank ya properly for helpin’ me out, gonna thank ya over n’ over again ‘till yer beggin’ me t’ stop, pumpkin.”

You shudder, biting your lip as you quickly shed your shorts and panties, hopping up on the desk. You lay back and spread your legs out, exposing your glistening folds to Clyde’s parched gaze.

His jaw clenches, eyes roaming over the newly-exposed skin before sinking down gently on his knees. Your back arches slightly when his hot breath fans over your folds.

“We ain’t got much time, but I’ll try ma best t’ show ma gratitude as many times as I can, darlin’.”

“It’s okay, Clyde, I don’t need--ohhhh!” You gasp when his mouth smothers your folds suddenly, talented tongue swiping around experimentally, searching for the sacred bundle of nerves. 

Your hands slide down and tangle in his hair, thighs gripping the sides of his head while his mouth works your folds. 

“Clyde, s-shit...”

He smirks against your center, tickling your lips and inner thighs with his whiskers. “Ye think ya can gimme two by the time our break’s up, beautiful?”

“Two?” Your eyes widen and you chew your lip. “You better pull out every trick up your sleeve.”

Something primal flashes across his gaze and suddenly, he’s back on you, mouth and tongue and lips passionately making out with your soaked folds. His newfound determination to give you two orgasms was unrelenting and it wasn’t long before you’re teetering on the edge.

“I’m gonna c-cum, honey.” You breathe, tugging at his hair urgently.

His tongue shoves itself up into your leaking hole and begins swirling around, which is exactly what you needed to be propelled over the edge. Your orgasm hits and you have to cover your mouth as a soft cry escapes your lips.

Clyde licks you through it, then teases your entrance with his thick textured fingers. You gasp, hands gripping tighter in his hair when he pushes two digits in. 

Still reeling and over-sensitive from your first climax, your back arches and you whine audibly, eyes squeezing shut as his fingers begin fucking you. You’re soaked and almost immediately, you can hear lewd squelching with each of his digits’ thrusts.

“Ma god, yer so fuckin’ wet for me.” He says, seemingly to himself. “Drenched ma fingers an’ they haven’t even been in ya fer five fuckin’ minutes.”

Your hips jerk and gyrate against his touch, soon starting to fuck yourself on his fingers. He looks over at the clock, eyes widening when he realizes that he’s only got ten minutes left. 

His head tilts forward and his lips wrap around your stiff clit, sucking passionately on the bundle of nerves. He smirks to himself when his fingers curl up inside you, which earns him a loud gasp.

“C’mon, Y/N, cum fer me again. I know ya can do it, yer such a good girl.”

You’re trembling, quivering all over at this point, your second orgasm quickly appearing on the horizon. Each suck and stroke is strategic, methodical, aiming to bring you to another earth-shattering climax. And it certainly doesn’t take long.

Within mere minutes, you’re gushing around his fingers with a long, muffled moan. Your thighs are visibly shaking, feeling as if they’ll give out any second as you ride out your orgasm.

Clyde strokes you through it gently, kitten-licking your clit while petting your walls slowly, knowing that you’re especially sensitive now. He pulls away with care, watching as your cunt clenches and shimmers in the aftermath of orgasm.

He stands back up and bends down over you, connecting his slick-tinged lips onto yours. You moan softly into his mouth at the taste of yourself, pulling away with a smile.

“That was s-so amazing.” You whisper, reaching up for another quick kiss. “Thank you, honey.”

He smiles back down at you, pressing his lips on your forehead.

“Just givin’ ye a proper thank ya, darlin’.”

[mrs-gucci]

Can you please tell us about inviting either Clyde or Flip over for a scary movie night in??? I think both of them would love it when you cuddle up to them and jump at the movie. They might each be playful enough to make you jump even more too! Smutty ending please 😉

Movie Night [blurb] {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author's notes: hello, hello! decided to choose Clyde for this one, ‘cause I was in a Clyde mood lol. I hope you like this little thing I whipped up for you, nonny! :)

warnings: fluff. smut. brief & non-descriptive references to to IT [2017]. porn w/o plot. cockwarming. some spanking. creampie.

no tw's :) 

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“Are ya sure ya wanna watch this?” Clyde asks, good arm draped over your shoulder, knuckles rubbing over your arm. “I’ve heard it’s real scary. And aren’t ya afraid ‘a clowns?”

You smile guiltily. “Yeah...but this’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

He laughs.

“Mmmhmm, a movie about a Stephen King book centered around killer clowns will be ‘fine’ for a girl afraid of clowns. Uh huh. I’ll bet yer shakin’ like a lil leaf ‘n on my lap the second Pennywise shows up on-screen.”

Your hand extends. “I’ll bet ya 5 bucks I won’t even get on your lap this whole time.”

“I hope yer ready to hand yer ol’ boyfriend a crisp five.” He laughs while shaking your hand, eagerly taking your bet. “‘Cause there ain’t no way yer lastin’ this whole movie without gettin’ on ma lap.”

-

“Oh jesus.” You curse under your breath, burying your face in Clyde’s shirt. You’re determined not to climb in his lap, but damn, he was right about this fucking movie. 

He just chuckles. “I think in order fer ya to win the bet, ya gotta actually watch the movie, darlin’.”

You huff, looking up at the screen just as the clown jumps out from the projector screen. Shrieking, you leap onto Clyde’s lap, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

His mechanical fist pumps in triumph as his other hand rubs soothing circles on your back.

“I love ya ‘n all, more than anythin’, but...” He chuckles. “I told ya so.”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes, despite the big smile on your face. “Just hold me.”

His arm wraps around you, holding you close as the movie continues. Each time there’s a jump scare, you jump a bit in his lap, which has begun to allow for a very pressing issue. 

Eventually, Clyde can’t take it anymore.

“Alright, yer done.” He lifts you up off his lap, working the button on his Wranglers.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you move to turn around. “Clyde, what--”

You’re met with the sight of Clyde pumping his cock, cheeks pink as he holds his breath, looking at you.

“Take yer pants ‘n panties off ‘n c’mere.” He growls, hips bucking up. “Gonna sit on m’ cock for the rest’a the movie, darlin’, and yer gon’ sit nice ‘n still fer me, ya hear me? ‘Else yer gonna get spanked ‘till ya can’t move anymore.”

You whimper, all but tearing the pants and panties down your legs before eagerly sitting back on his lap. He quickly positions himself at your entrance, grabbing both your hips as you sink down slowly onto his length.

“O-Ooohh yyyyyeah, that’s it, darlin’.” Clyde groans breathily, head falling back to rest against the couch cushion.

Your eyebrows knit as you’re impaled on his thick cock, insides stretching out with a sweet burn. You try to move, but you’re quickly met with a smack on the ass.

He leans forward, flesh hand wrapping around your neck, pulling you back against him. His breathing is hot in your ear.

“No. Movin’. If yer gon’ sit on ma lap, yer gon’ sit still fer me, alright?”

You nod, whining softly, doing your best to remain still on top of him. But, something he didn’t account for, or rather, something he forgot? That you can still clench around him without moving. 

And boy, oh boy, you use that advantage quite a bit over the next half hour of the movie.

He’s getting closer and closer by the minute as you clench and unclench around his cock. A jump scare on the screen makes you jump a few minutes later, and Clyde wastes no time in reprimanding you.

The smack! sound reverberates around the room, bouncing off the walls, and you shriek softly.

“Behave.” Clyde growls in your ear.

You nod softly, biting your lip as your cunt drips around him. God it’s sexy when he gets all dominant like this. You’re trying your very hardest not to move or clench (too tight), but when another jump scare comes along, you can’t help but do both, just for a moment.

But, nothing gets past Clyde. He smirks, swatting your ass quickly before gripping your hips. “That’s it.”

Movie now forgotten, the large man beneath you begins moving his hips, bucking up into you. Your eyebrows knit at the center of your forehead, whimpering as he fucks up into you.

“This’ll distract ya ‘nough, huh? ‘s this what ya needed, buttercup? F-Fuckin’ cunt can’t go more than an hour without gettin’ fucked. Greedy lil thang.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, walls tightening around him, orgasm clearly on the horizon. You try to ride him, to start bouncing, but your ass is quickly smacked again. 

“G-Gonna fuckin’ cum.” He growls lowly, fucking up into you faster. “Oh darlin’, ma b-buttercup, fffffuuuck!”

His hips come to an abrupt halt, head falling back as he spurts deep inside you. You rub your clit in quick, tight circles, soon bringing yourself to a soft but pleasant release. 

“Clyde, shit baby.” You moan, rubbing yourself through it.

Both of you are breathing deeply as you ride out your respective orgasms. You fall back down on his lap, shaky legs no longer willing to hold you up. He chuckles, kissing all over your face.

The ending credits begin to play and you two begin laughing together. 

“So...I guess your method of distraction worked.”

Clyde smirks. “Indeed, it did. Wanna watch ‘nother one, give this method one more try? Y’know...make sure it wasn’t just luck?”

You nod, biting your lip.

“Let’s do it.”

[mrs-gucci]

I love how you’re giving us chubby babes so many good hcs! Can we get some nsfw bits w clyde and his thicc bb?

NSFW BITS: Clyde & his Thicc Girl

author's notes: hello, hello! I'm always happy to give my fellow thicc bitches a little somethin' to snack on ;)

warnings: smut & nsfw. fluff. body worship/appreciation (specifically belly, tits, and ass). clyde is the best boi.

no tw's :)

(When you're feeling insecure...Clyde makes sure to cheer you up.)

"Honey, ma baby, mmm," Clyde moans against your tummy. "So fuckin' beautiful, buttercup."

You sigh. "Glad you think so."

He looks up at you, frowning. "Hey now, yer beautiful, so beautiful. Don't go sayin' things like that."

He thinks for a moment, then grins. He lowers his lips to your stomach, then blows, making an obnoxious fart-like sound. You immediately start laughing and squirming around as he blows raspberries, bear paws tickling at your sides.

"Clydeeeeee! Stooooooopp! It ticklesssss!"

His lips curl up into a small grin, nuzzling his face into your belly. "I love seein' ya smile buttercup."

(When you're feeling stressed...Clyde's always there to help relieve some tension)

Your back arches as Clyde's pumps his hips faster and faster inside you. "O-Oh, shiiiiit! Clyde!"

His eyes are glued to the mounds on your chest, which are now vigorously bouncing up and down with each of his forward thrusts. Their movement seems to only spur him on further.

"Yeah, look at 'em bounce, ma 'mallows." He mumbles, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. "Ohhhh, always so fuckin' sweet fer me, so good, nice n' fluffy."

(And when you're just needing a good fuck...Clyde's more than willing to deliver)

"C'mon, ma good girl, buttercup, ya gotta c-cum fer me." His voice is a strangled groan, large calloused hands on your shoulders as he drills you from behind.

You moan, so close to release, just needing that one thing to push you over the edge...

And then, a sharp crack! reverberates around you as his hand comes down on your ass, hard.

"Clyde!" You're cumming within seconds.

"Fuck, look at yer cookies jigglin', all warm with ma handprint, dirty f-fuuuckin'...fuck!"

[mrs-gucci]

Corruption In White {Clyde Logan x Reader}

🩺 nonny--

i just know clyde loves a sweet girl who tells him she’s only ever made herself cum before. and when he hears this he pounces. he loves that she’s so shy and whiny even tho he’s barely even touched her and he doesn’t stop until she’s absolutely shaking from overstimulation. and after this he adores cute little white lingerie and an innocent aspect to their relationship. he prolly just likes one of his shirts and some normal white panties. he’s a sucker for corrupting his princess 🩺

bestieeeee 😩hittin’ me right in the fuckin pussy with this clyde request, jeeesus 💦

warnings. SMUT, some FLUFF, lingerie, reader is not a virgin, dirty talk/degradation, oral sex (clyde to reader), vaginal fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms.

(possible) tw’s. corruption kink. 

word count: 1.2k

Clad in one of Clyde’s ratty, threadbare undershirts and your new lacy white thong, you turn the coffee maker on and place some bacon on the mini-griddle. 

Subliminally, Clyde smells the sizzling bacon and the bold brewing coffee, which instantly wakes him up. He sits up with a soft huff, lifting his nose and sniffing the flavorful air wafting through the cabin.

Your heart skips a beat when you hear his lazy shuffling footfalls upstairs, then the toilet flushes a minute or so later. You flip the bacon while he comes down the stairs real slow-like, standing in the doorway for a moment to take in the sight before him.

His breath hitches when he sees what you’re wearing. He’s such a sucker for you wearing his clothes and he just loves knowing that you’ve got a little slice of him wrapped around your beautiful body.

Y’all haven’t been together all that long, but Clyde’s got that feeling in his gut, the one that says you’re somethin’ special. He smiles to himself as he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling your neck. 

“G’mornin’.” He says in a husky, sleep-tinged voice. “Somethin’ smells good ‘round here, ‘n ‘s not a bad view either.”

You giggle, goosebumps spreading down your arms as his beard scratches across your skin. “Figured I’d make breakfast and let you sleep in a bit, since you worked so late last night.”

“Yer awful sweet t’ me, darlin’, ya know that?” His lips start pecking along the side of your neck, hands dipping down under the fabric of his old undershirt to trace the lace of your panties. When his flesh hand makes contact, he hums, pressing you forward against the counter. “Mmm, these are new. Did’ya wear ‘em for me this mornin’?”

“I did, indeed.” You whisper, sighing under his touch.

When his flesh hand starts to move around between your legs, your breath hitches and he instantly pulls away.

“Sorry, sorry, I got a lil carried ‘way there. I didn’t mean t’ make ya uncomfortable, ‘m sorry.”

You turn around and smile up at him, giggling and pulling him down for a proper kiss. “Clyde, it’s alright, no need to apologize. I just...I should let you know that, um, t-that no guy I’ve ever been with has made me cum before.”

His eyebrows raise, then furrow. “So, yer not a virgin, but none of the fellas ya’ve been with before have ever made ya cum?”

“Uh, mmhmm.” You nod, looking away. “I haven’t dated the best of guys...”

Something about your admission, the fact that you’ve never cum for anyone but yourself...it just ignites something within him, a primal instinct of sorts. He groans, pushing his hips forward against your lower back.

“Darlin’, ‘m gonna make ya cum so many fuckin’ times yer gon’ beg me to stop. Gon’ make ya cum on my mouth n’ fingers, then on ma cock...by the time ‘m done with ya, yer gonna be m’ lil fucktoy, a lil cockdrunk slut.”

The whimper that leaves your lips is an absolutely sinful one, a pathetic little thing that makes Clyde twitch in his boxers. He groans, shoving you into the counter before crashing his lips on yours, pawing at the globes of your ass. 

He lifts you up and sets you down on the counter before kissing down your body, between your breasts and over your belly button before pressing a delicate kiss to the fabric over your heated core.

Your legs open further out of instinct, head tilting back as a whine pushes through your lips. He holds your legs apart as he mouths at your clothed center, scraping his teeth across the crotch’s seam, tugging at it playfully just to tease you.

“Mmmm Clyde, don’t tease me.”

Clyde chuckles, pulling the panties off to the side before giving your clit a few little kitten licks. You gasp softly, hips jumping on the counter as your hand wraps in his hair.

“O-Oh...ohhh god.”

His flesh fingers trace along your slit while his tongue continues to work at your sensitive bud. Then, suddenly, he pushes two of his thick digits up into your aching cunt. He groans against your clit as your insides grip his fingers.

“So tight, such a wet lil thang ‘gainst ma fingers.” He mumbles, blowing air onto you. “Gon’ hav’ta stretch ya out nice n’ wide t’ get’cha ready fer ma cock.”

You whine, hips bucking and rolling against him as his fingers work you open, scissoring and fucking into you. A wet squelching quickly fills your ears, wetness dribbling down onto his palm within minutes of his ministrations.

It’s not long before you’re teetering on the edge of your first orgasm, gasping, whimpering and whining on the kitchen counter.

“Ahh fffuck Clyde, I’m...” Your head clunks back against the cupboards. “I’m so close, gonna c-cum...!”

His digits curl up inside you, then, and he smirks against your clit before sucking the engorged nub into his mouth. You’re sent hurdling over the edge into bliss, crying out as you jerk and jolt against him.

“C-Clyde!”

He takes you through it before pulling away, fingers continuing to circle your overstimulated clit as he shoves his shorts down to free his hard cock. You’re gasping for breath, fingers digging into his firm biceps.

“Too--ah! T-Too muuhh--much, can’t...” You whine, thighs trembling.

“Mmm, easy darlin’, yer alright. Ya can take it darlin’, I know ya can.”

Clyde hums as he lines himself up with your soaked entrance, pulling you up to the edge of the counter before pushing his hips up. Your eyes fly open before squeezing shut, head falling back against the cupboard doors once again while your jaw slacks. “Mmmmuhhhh! Mmmmm!”

“Ohhh ma, d-darlin’...fffuck yer s-so lil.” He breathes, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. “So fuckin’ tight, fuuuckin’ soaked fer me.”

You’ve never felt so fucking full in your entire life, cock splitting you open and stretching you out to the maximum while his finger still lazily circles your clit. “C-Clyde, ppplease...”

His hips begin to move, beard hairs scratching against the side of your neck as he pants against your skin. Your hand weaves through his hair, pulling and tugging at the inky strands.

“Yeah, l-love this lil hole, darlin’. Love ssstretchin’ ya open with m’ b-big cock.”

Your sensitive walls clench around him, spasming as his cock rubs each and every sensitive spot inside you. You’re already close, overly sensitive from your first mind-blowing climax.

“Ah, ahh, fuuuck! Getting c-close, gonna cum again--!”

He smirks, fucking you harder. “C’mon then, cum all o-over m’ big cock. Wanna fffeel it, c’mon, I know ya can do it.”

When his finger starts swirling around your clit, that’s when you fall apart around him, crying out loudly as your second orgasm rocks through your body. You’re a trembling mess on the counter as Clyde fucks you through your high with gruff pants in your ear.

“Ffffuck Clyde! Ohhhmygod!”

His climax comes shortly after and he pulls out just in time, spurt after spurt of his creamy spend painting the slick outer folds of your used cunt. He groans against the skin of your neck as he cums, then kisses all across your shoulders and collarbone.

“Mmmm darlin’...” Clyde hums, bringing his head up to kiss your lips. “Yer ‘mazin, ya know that?”

You smile against his lips, threading your still-shaky fingers through his wavy hair. “You’re amazing. Thank you.”

He returns your smile, kissing you one more time before licking his lips and reaching up to grab a plate from the cupboard.

“Now, this burnt bacon ‘s callin’ my name!”

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𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 Clyde’s Pinup Girl {Clyde Logan x wife!Reader two-parter}  ONE  TWO  Spread ‘Em Wide (pregnant!reader)  First Time [virgin!Clyde x curvy!Reader]  Movie Night  Clyde’s Peaches  HC’s: Clyde Logan Loves Big Tits  Thought corner: Clyde’s Lactation Kink  HC’s: Clyde Logan Lovin’ on your Thicccness  NSFW Bits: Clyde & his Thicc Girl A Proper Thank Ya (4th of July request)  HC’s: Late Night Rides ;) With Clyde  HC’s: dad!Clyde & Your Post-Birth Breasts  HC’s: Clyde’s Lingerie Preferences  HC’s: Teasing Clyde at Work & Facing the Consequences (that aren’t really consequences)  Mr. Handsy (wife!Reader)  Frosted Windows  By The Fire Ten Minutes  Morning Steam (NSFW Alphabet “J”) 

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werewolf au

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medieval au

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clyde loving on your big tiddies while fucking ya pls

HC's: Clyde Logan Loves Big Tits.

author's notes: hello, hello! damn, we're comin' right out the gate with the smutty requests...and I'm absolutely here for it lol. we STAN big tits on this blog. thanks a bunch, nonny! <3

warnings: implied smutty activities. titty lovin'. some dirty talk.

Clyde Logan is 10000000000000% a tit man.

I mean, he likes all of you, but there's something about your tits that gets him especially worked up.

He loves seeing them in low-cut shirts.

He loves grabbing 'em every chance he gets.

He loves seeing them on display in a sexy bra when he gets home from Duck Tape after a long shift.

He loves seeing them bare, perky nipples exposed and ripe for sucking.

But, he especially loves watching them bounce while he's fucking you. It's a main part of the reason he loves cowboy position so much.

Something about that sight just gets his cock stirring.

He'll be all over you before you even start bouncing on him, big paws grabbing and squeezing them.

He loooooooooves leaving marks on them, loves nibbling and sucking at the flesh.

Your nipples=one of his favorite past-times. Clyde is a WHORE for your tits in general, but specifically, your nipples.

especially when you're pregnant and they're swollen with milk

👀😳AAAAAANYWAYS

He loves seeing how different pressures of squeezing and different licks make you react.

Clyde just honestly takes great pride and enjoyment in knowing every single inch of your skin and what you like most. That's something he loves exploring and mastering.

That man will beg on his hands and knees for your tits, not even kidding. he LOVES touching and using his mouth on them.

THE DIRTY TALK PRODUCED FROM HIM LOVIN' ON YOUR TITS...yes. just yes.

"Mmm, love these fuckin' tits, pumpkin."

"Gimme 'em. Lemme taste these fluffy 'mallows." ("'mallows" is short for marshmallows lol)

"Look at 'em bounce, fuckin' love it when they bounce."

(yes, he does indeeed try to see how much he can get them to bounce by fucking you as hard as he possibly can)

Basically, in conclusion, Clyde Logan loves big tits. thank you :)