#Clyde Logan fan fiction

[brewsterispunkk]

diamonds and stones (masterlist)

pairing: clyde logan x f!reader

rating: 18+ éxplicit!

warnings: short description of domestic violence, PTSD, eventual smut, soooo much angst,

summary: “I think I might always be in some kind of love with you,” — F. Cabanes or, a story of friendship and second chances.

CHAPTERS:

prologue

part one

interlude: the letters (coming soon)

extras:

spotify playlist!

[driverstoriesdaily]

CAUILFLOWER?

You knew you fucked up. You knew the moment your safe word left your lips. The brat side of you coming out to play, you would make it up to Master.

Making up your mind, you get dressed in one of the outfits he asks you to only wear for him. You hid it underneath a long jacket. You knew he was working at his bar tonight; you knew the punishment for this would be severe, but you threw caution to the wind as you jumped in a taxi and gave the driver the address. He saw you enter, eyes locking, never leaving yours as you made your way to the bar. A coy smile graced his face. The game had begun. "What can I get you Miss.? "Martini on the rocks" "You sure you can handle it?" You roll your eyes at his statement, a smirk you give him. You know very well you're going to get punished for that. "I think I can handle my alcohol. Thank you. "Hmm" he grunted as he made the drink in front of you. You fake fan yourself, let out a huff and undo the jack just enough to give him a sneak peek. Revealing just the top of your outfit and in a spilt second you see him falter, looking up and down. He growls getting closer to you, making sure only YOU hear his words, “You wore that here? What were you thinking.? "He walks around the bar, straight to you, grabs your arm pulling you to his office. Growling, he slams the door and locks it. "Last time we did this game little one you safe worded me." Your eyes cast down; you know better than to talk right now. He is in Dom mode. "You said the word Cauliflower, yes? Answer me" "Yes sir." He smacks your ass, you yelp. "On your knees, tonight is about punishment. Understand?"

"Yes sir" you whisper as you follow his orders.

[roanniom]

Choices

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 600~

Warnings: light light smut, mainly fluff

Clyde likes it when you make decisions for him. He’ll never tell you this directly. He won’t tell you most things directly.

But he will allow a smile to play at the corner of his mouth as a deep flush reddens the ears you love on so much with little kisses and whispered praise in the dead of night.

He will allow a hand to drift from your shoulder in public to the small of your back and then around to your hip, which he’ll squeeze singularly as if to remind himself that you are tangible. Even in the face of all the swirling impermanence around him - the people who leave, the promises that fade, the opportunities that don’t pan out - you stand tall when the dust clears, and his hand remains on your hip.

He will allow a chuckle to bubble in his throat when anyone dares question your authority. When a salesperson or repairman addresses him instead of you, though you were clearly the one handling the situation in the first place. He loves to watch you draw yourself up to your full height and light the laser beams behind your eyes because the people on the receiving end of your fury are always more than deserving.

He will allow his flesh hand to ball into a fist, rendered inert and unnecessary by your protectiveness at the sign of any perceived injustice or inconvenience at his expense. When the Veteran’s hospital has a mix up and stops paying for the therapy you had so patiently coaxed him into receiving. When a patron at the bar has one too many drinks on top of a lifetime of bigotry and ignorance and spews vile nonsense about Clyde’s prosthetic. You speak first, almost as though your default existence is primed and waiting on the defense, ready to intercept the wrong. Ready to diffuse and redirect. To ease and solve and support.

Clyde likes when you make decisions not because by the time you enter his life he is tired of making them at all, but because he is tired of making them on his own.

And as much as you make the decisions, Clyde is the one who provides the options. A side of beef or a roast chicken for dinner - whichever you’d like. A picnic by the lake on a Saturday or a trip to the local multiplex with the bottle of schnapps you two save for sneaking into the theater.

Slow lovemaking so sweet it could make your teeth ache and your insides jellify and your toes curl. Large arms that hold you to a chest, to a belly, both warm and solid as his cock moves in and out, in and out, as steady and as dependable as the heartbeat that thrumps under the hand you use to ground yourself against him.

Or perhaps you’re in the mood for rougher stuff. One large hand that presses down on your neck to keep your cheek against the mattress, skin memorizing the topography of the sheets as they crease beneath it. Hips that bracket yours, skin smacking against skin as hips meet ass and moan begets moan. An unforgiving pace driving his cock deeper and deeper into your folds with each thrust, causing you to chant out his name -

Clyde Clyde Clyde CLYDE.

Clyde gives you choices.

And you always choose him.

~*~

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[finn-ray-nal-beads]

peanut butter balls w clyde

A/N: ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE ANGEL... @maybe-your-left I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF! I AM NOW GOING TO UNSUBSCRIBE TO MY OWN BLOG..

Warnings: Voyeurism, BLUE BALLS, tw: pregnancy, tw: breeding kink, cum eating, masturbation, dirty talk, also sweet talk because Clyde is baby, cowgirl style, fondling those BIG BALLS, copious amounts of description of horsecocks, copious amounts of cum (just a swimming pool size full of his cum if you will), just pure fuckin’ smut and fluff because I cannot get off the DadBod train tonight or ever (thank you @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather I love you forever), tw: mentions of somnophilia, tw: I am back on my bullshit and better than ever bitches! 

The clock read five in the morning as he stared it down menacingly. Having just gotten home from the bar to your sleeping form peacefully huddled against his pillow, inhaling the sweet scent of him while he slaved away at work.

He laid down gingerly, careful not to disturb you as he knew you hadn’t been sleeping too well given the state you had been in over the first few weeks of it all. The vomiting, the tears, the rush of hormones coupled with outbursts of anger and pain from your breasts had all been weighing on you. 

He gave you your space, knowing from his research that the second trimester would be so much different. Hoping the book wasn’t lying to him about that and waiting as patiently as he could for you to come around. 

Those nights he’d find you keeled over the toilet, cursing his name as he stumbled through the door of the trailer. He hated all of it, wishing he could take the ugly parts away for you. But he knew, and so did you, that it was all for the greatest adventure yet, so it was worth the endless tears and heartburn. 

So, on nights like tonight, he’d rub the stray hair from your face, peeking under the covers to place a gentle hand on that growing bump of yours, hoping soon he’d feel a little kick as he teared up thinking about how amazing you were for growing this precious baby. 

He loved you even more than he could count on his fingers and toes, and when you’d both found out, it was both a sigh of relief and joy as you both finally had the thing you’d been afraid wasn’t possible. It was perfect. Except on these nights when he couldn’t sleep. 

When he ached for your luscious cunt enveloping his after a long day’s work. He wouldn’t dare wake you up for it, for fear of the mama bear wrath, but godammit did he wish you were having just as tough a time sleeping as he was. 

He tossed and turned, the light of the clock seemingly getting brighter as he huffed around in the bed. Clad in only his boxers, as he kicked off the sheets in a fit of frustration, his tent very apparent as he adjusted his blue balls in between his thighs, the burning sensation causing a low hiss to leave his mouth. 

“Fuck me,” he whispered, getting up with his good hand to sit his huge frame on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face in it as he let out another heavy sigh. 

He strained up, cracking his back as he meandered to the living room and then the kitchen. Shuffling to the kitchen window, he huffed, looking out into the blackness of the early morning, thinking about making himself something to eat to curb his lack of sleep. 

He padded over to the fridge, grabbing his favorite huckleberry jelly out of the side door, then the pantry to get his bread and peanut butter. Laying out a paper plate as he slowly opened the drawer to grab a knife, making damn sure he didn’t make a peep as he slathered the contents together. He pulled the stool out from the island, straining himself to not scoot it too loud on the tile while he devoured his sandwich in the light of the kitchen. 

He looked around, reaching for some chips you’d left out on the counter earlier, crinkling the bag to get a few out before he became thirsty. He strained back up, the pain in his balls returning with every movement as they hit his meaty thighs. 

“Jesus,” he whispered, gripping them in his hand before he took another step, “I gotta do somethin’ ‘bout this,” gritting out as he got the gallon of juice out of the fridge to cop a swig from it, knowing if you had witnessed it he’d be in the biggest trouble. 

Letting out a huge sigh and a burp, he got back on the stool and finished the rest of his five AM snack, still feeling that dulled pain in his lower half as he tossed the remaining things in the trash and plopping on the couch to turn on the TV as he still didn’t feel tired. 

He mindlessly flipped through the channels, settling on a sitcom before wincing in another sharp pain as he adjusted himself, legs spread wide on the couch. His cock still half-hard knowing your half-naked ass was laying in bed, no doubt the wetness building up from your sleep. He loved surprising you in the morning, feeling that slicked up pussy as he would snake a hand or his tip in between your folds, waking you up in the best way he could think of. 

His dick twitched at the thought, his hand sliding in his briefs as he gripped his thick girth at its base, unveiling it in the brightness of the TV. 

His chest heaved, the sensitivity that had built up over weeks of nothing was too much for him to take at this point. Spitting on his large hand as he spread the slick over himself, his dripping tip mixing with his saliva as he traced his bulged out veins along his shaft. 

Throwing his head back at the feeling, wishing it wasn’t his hand fucking himself, and picturing that pretty mouth of yours covering him from stem to stern. He pumped his hand up and down steadily, setting the scene for himself while he closed his golden eyes.

You were perfect, knelt in between his thick thighs, kitten licking his tip and pecking sweet kisses on his tummy while he begged for you to do more. Your gorgeous eyes boring into his as your lashes fluttered in innocence licking a long stripe from the base to the tip. A beautiful moan escaping your lips as your tits hit his sensitive sac. 

You grip his belly in your delicate hands, kneading and scratching at it for leverage while you shoved your mouth over his length, the gag escaping your chest causing his breath to hitch as he watched you take him like the good girl you were. 

He thrusts on himself sped up, thinking of you bobbing your pretty head on his large cock, the spit, and tears streaming down your cheeks and jawline in a sloppy mess while he pushed up into you. Holding your pretty hair in an iron grip as he lead you down on him more, your one hand snaking down to grip his pained sac and rolling it in your fingers while he exhaled a groan at the sensation. 

“Goddammit baby girl,” he gritted out, feeling the warming of his release creep up slowly as he kept his imagination running on and on. His eyes still closed as he jerked it on the couch, seemingly unaware of how loud he truly was in the moment. 

You had woken up a few minutes after he’d begun, leaning in on the doorframe as you bit your lip looking at your big bear going to town in the living room. His thick cock making the drippage seep out of your bare cunt as you tried to keep as quiet as possible. 

He kept up with his thoughts, blissfully unaware of the mess he was making you feel in the moment. Your lower belly burning for him as you gripped the little bump that had become more apparent as of late. 

Crossing your legs to avoid more leakage, you leaned your head on the frame as well, reveling in the sweet sounds your husband was making on the sofa. His grunts, curses, moans, and groans were enough to make you blush as he repeated your name over and over. 

The strains getting more feral as he neared his orgasm. You inched forward just before he was about to burst, knowing the faces he made so well as you crawled on your hands in knees like a tiger stalking its prey. 

“Holy s-shit, Y/N,” his low baritone muttered out, the speed on his angry cock had picked up as fervently as he could possibly go in the moment, his precious face conjuring up in all signs of pleasure as the sweat dripped from his temples, his teeth gritted while he tried to reach his edge. 

You watched his hand move in tandem with his hips, moving just snuggly in between his tree-trunk thighs as he kept his motions going. Your eyes found those heavy balls of his, watching as they began to twitch from his end. In a fight or flight moment, your hand grabbed them, rolling them so sweetly and delicately as his eyes burst open in terror. 

“Y/N?!” he jumped, the sensation pushing him over to squirt out a thick rope on his belly as you massaged his sac to the end of it all. 

“That’s it, daddy,” you cooed, eyes hungry as he spurt out more and more cum from his tip, his heavy breaths coming in high as he winced more and more of his spend on himself, “cum all over the place big bear,” salivating as you saw the amount that has built up on his stomach. 

“M-mother f-fuck d-darlin’,” he growled out, watching your eyes follow the load as you hunched over his softening cock. 

Your lips touched the warm baby gravy, beginning to lick and suck every drop along with trails of hickeys on his precious tummy while your nails dug into his thighs, the crescents indenting on them as you finished your ministrations on him. 

You lifted your head, licking your lips as you swallowed his whole load, showing your tongue after all was said and done. 

“Where the hell were ya ‘bout five minutes ago?” he chuckled, catching his breaths as he watched you straddle his lap, your precious little bump touching his belly as you closed the gap on him. 

“I was sleepin’ honey,” kissing his lips slowly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand coming to caress your taut skin in your midsection, tracing slow circles as you kissed his forehead, “but I got woken up to a growling bear in the living room,” raising an eyebrow as you leaned back to meet his timid gaze. 

“‘M sorry darlin’,” he whispered, “I jus’ couldn’t sleep an’ I didn’t want ta wake ya up on account a ya not gettin’ that good a sleep lately,” his head bowing down in shame as he continued to avoid eye contact.

“Honey,” you pushed him to meet you again, “I know I ain’t been myself lately, an’ I’m sorry ‘bout that,” the pit in your stomach forming as his pout surfaced on his face, “but if ya needed somethin’ I woulda done it… No matter how late it was,” smiling as you pushed some stray hairs from his sweet face. 

“Psh,” he huffed, rolling his eyes slightly at the thought of waking you from a dead sleep, “baby girl, I ain’t ‘bout ta wake ya up fer ya to suck me off fer ten minutes so I can sleep,” he chuckled. 

“Why not? I know you’d do that fer me in a heartbeat,” cocking your head to the side as you took in his toothy grin. 

“‘Cause I ain’t gonna wake up a mama bear,” laughing out loud as he smoothed a hand on your lower back, “I don’t wanna get bit darlin’!” pulling you into a huge hug as you both laughed. 

“Well,” you got up from the couch, extending a hand to pull your man to bed, “if ya want… This mama bear needs a lil’ lovin’ from her big daddy bear,” winking as you inched him back towards the bedroom, “an’ I got a hankerin’ fer some horsecock right ‘bout now,” pushing him onto the bed while you straddled his hips, removing your t-shirt to reveal your fullness to him. 

His cock straining again under the weight of your slick cunt as it rubbed the length up and down from your grinding on him. 

“Ya like whatcha see daddy?” whining as you lined your entrance with his tip, his groans enough to send you into another stratosphere as you swallowed him inch by painful inch. 

“I love seein’ ma baby girl like this,” he strained again, gripping your hip in his hand as he pushed himself up into to you, “all full a me… It’s ma favorite thing in the world,” gritting out over your purrs for him. 

The sensation was magical. His cock teasing your cervix with every knock as he grunted his motions out while you ground your sloppy pussy over his pubic hair. The movements hitting your engorged clit with every rub and tug from the both of you melting into each other. 

“I love bein’ all full a you big bear,” wailing out as you gripped his huge tits in your hands, your own dangling in front of his face as the sound of wet slaps penetrated the room. 

“Ya?” he growled out, setting an even more punishing pace as he watched your jaw drop and your gorgeous tits bounce, “ya want me ta keep ya like this? Breed ya ‘til ya can’t take it no more?” the words hitting your bud as your spine tingled in your impending orgasm. 

He knew exactly what he was doing. Knew the words and the movements to get his baby whining and moaning like a complete whore under or over him. He may have been a simple country boy, but he knew his way around his wife, and what went straight into her cunt besides his large and in charge dick. 

“G-Good G-God yes daddy!” the tears spilling as you rag-dolled over his large frame, the orgasm spilling over you in an unexpected wave as his words cut to your very core. His motions grew erratic upon feeling your flutters clench around him in the most delicious way. 

He watched your eyes meet his again, the blackout you’d sustained fading away as overstimulation set in. His grip tightened even more as he began to spill into you, his relieved cries reverberating around the room as he felt your warm cunt suck up his spend. 

“J-Jesus baby girl,” he groaned, his balls completely empty as you fell to the side of him in a thud, your breaths coming in tandem with his as he gazed at you. 

“Ya alright mama?” he pet your growing bump with the utmost tenderness, “I didn’t hurt ya ‘er nuthin’ did I?” glancing a look down at your figure in a panic before your hand reached his cheek. 

“Ya didn’t hurt me or the baby at all big bear,” caressing his cheek as you pecked his plush lips, “we’re jus’ fine,” smiling warmly as he exhaled a relieved sigh, his eyes fluttering in his impending tiredness.

“I think daddy needs ta go ta bed, whatchu think baby bear?” giggling slightly as a smile crept over his face in total relaxation, his circles slowing as he stilled his big paw over your baby. 

“Goodnight daddy,” whispering on his forehead as his breath evened out, and his limbs went limp. 

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[atlinmerrick]

This is About More Than Yard Work

If you're lucky, life is made up of dozens of small things. Autumn leaves, lasagna, gin rummy.

Yes, well when he was alone Clyde did not feel lucky.

And then there was Stensland.

[noocturnalchild]

This is not a Masterlist

Since masterlists are a thing, I’ll start one here ! 

I’m not a prolific writer, but I’ll try to keep all my writing accessible for you guys and update here ! 

Adam Sackler 

Roommates to lovers AU one shots : 

* Brooklyn, 3am 

* I’ve always known

*Come to Bed 

*Milk and Sweat 

Clyde Logan 

* A Perfectly Normal Weekend

Francisco Garupe 

* Good Morning, Father 

Chapter 1,  Chapter 2

* Sealed In Marble 

Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2 ,  Chapter 3 ,  Chapter 4 ,  Chapter 5 ,  Chapter 6 ,  Chapter 7 ,  Chapter 8 , chapter 9

* Lay Down in the Tall Grass 

Adam ( Not Waving But Drowning) 

* Recessed Lights 

Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2

Flip Zimmerman 

* Blind 

Paterson 

* Of Thieves and Poets 

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 

Charlie Barber 

* A quick Escalation 

Ben Solo 

* A ruined Movie Night 

[cornmousequeen]

Clyde After Hours

[driversmutbucket]

Hi, can i request with Clyde, it's been 2 months since reader gave birth to their little princess. And 2 weeks since her doctor told her that she could resume a normal sex life. But Clyde is afraid of hurting her or that it is too early for another pregnancy. It’s up to Reader to convince him that he has nothing to fear and that she really wants to be intimate with him. With“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.” “Please. I need you. Now.” “Don’t hold back, baby.” please

How dare you attack me with such a prompt 😭🤤

Sorry for the lack of updates and grammatical errors, your girl is working 60+ hour weeks 😭

Clyde x Reader

Warning: pregnancy stuff, NSFW, masturbation

You had never had any issues getting your way with Clyde, especially in the bedroom.

Until now.  

He was driving you insane. Treating you like you were made of glass. At first it had been endearing, now.... not so much.

You had spent the last 2 weeks trying to convinve him that he would not hurt you if you were intimate. No- he would not “tear you again”, no- you would not start bleeding out, no- it would not hurt.

Tonight was the night you lost your patience.  

You were angry and horny.

“Clyde!” You hissed as he batted your hand away from the buttons of his jeans.

“Darlin’ it’s.....I just think it’s too soon.”

“For the love of god! The. Doctor. Cleared. Me.” You weren’t sure whether to scream or cry, or both.

“I would never forgive myself if I hurt ya sweetheart.” He frowned in concern.

“Right. Right! Well!..... you know what?! You can just watch then!” You snapped, climbing off him.

He sat on the couch for a few beats as you stomped to the bedroom, looking at his daughter sound asleep in the bassinet.

“Clyde!?” He got up and followed you.

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“Sit there.” You pointed to the end of the bed as you began stripping off your clothes.

With just a bra left to support your overinflated breasts you got onto the bed and lay on your back.

He watched with wide eyes as you spread your legs.

To his credit, he never failed to make you feel beautiful, even now, with stretch marks and the many pounds you had gained during pregnancy, he looked at you like you were the most beautiful creature on this earth.

You began circling your clit greedily, before reaching in to the bedside drawer and pulling out your wand.

“God—you’re already so wet.” Clyde said roughly, his eyes fixed in your entrance.

“I’m wet for you” you whimpered, pressing the vibrating head of the wand to your clit. “Please baby, just one finger, please I need you.”

You were shameless in your pleading. Desperate for his touch.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” That concern still in his eyes as he moved towards you, splaying a hand on your soft belly.

You grabbed his other hand and took his finger in your mouth. Sucking it in a way that you hoped reminded him what he was missing.

He gave a little growl, you smiled triumphantly, pulling his finger out slowly.

He quickly sunk the same finger into your warm cunt, watching your face as you moaned happily.

“Ohmygod yes, yes!” You gasped as he slowly began to pump.

“Perfect fucking pussy.” He drawled, you could see his jeans straining to hold his hard cock.

He added another finger without warning, seemingly loosing his cautionary approach, too caught up in watching your face contort in pleasure.

“Fuck, right—right there baby!”

You weren’t surprised at how fast and hard you came, your pent up sexual frustration manifesting in a strong orgasm, your cunt clamping on Clyde’s fingers like a vice.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou.” You chanted as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

By the time you opened your eyes he had his jeans off and his hard cock in his hand, pumping lazily, eyes racking over your body.

You looked at him through hooded eyes and motioned for him to come to you.

He climbed over you, making sure your body took none of his weight, his hard member prodding your stomach.

You buried your hands in his long hair, pulling his face to yours.

You kissed hungrily, groaning happily into his mouth.

“I missed this so much, I missed you.” You admitted huskily, “I’m sorry for being a stroppy bitch.”

“S’ok darlin’, you’re kind of cute when ya all mad like that.” He smiled.

“Hmmmmmph” you huffed, in mock frustration before taking his cock in your hand.

The moan that ripped from him, suggested that perhaps he was in need of physical attention as much as you.

You lips met again as you began pumping his length in long, slow strokes. He cursed under his breath as you guided him to your entrance.

You saw the concern re-emerging.

“I’ll tell you if anything hurts, I promise.” You soothed.

He gave a silent nod before pushing in, his eyes rolling back.

“Darlin’—! fuck—!” He gasped as he began to move slowly, resting his forehead on your forehead.

“Feels so good” you praised breathily, “don’t hold back baby!”

He paused before he sat back, grabbing your legs and holding them up, flush to his torso, the new position making you squeeze around his cock.

He began thrusting into your harder, a low growl slipping from his lips.

You knew he was holding back, this man used to fuck you into the mattress so hard the wind would be knocked out of you.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.” You encouraged.

He snapped his hips hard in response, making you gasp. “Yes! Like. That.”

His concern seemed long forgotten as he thrust into you with controlled, hard snaps of his hips.

Your back arched as he hammered that spot you couldn’t never reach yourself.

Both starved of intimacy, you were already on the brink of climax. Clyde’s thrusts became erratic as he grunted with exertion.

“Darlin’, sweethear’—” his hips began to stutter.

“Cum in me baby” you moaned, your fingers circling your clit as the pressure in your abdomen threatened to explode.

You gave a low whine as your orgasm washed over you, seeing you cum was enough to send Clyde over the edge.

He sunk his fingers into your thighs so hard they would likely bruise as he came. Eyes closed and groaning.

Just as he pulled out and flopped beside you and mall wail pierced the air.

“Glorious timing.” You smiled.

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[multific]

True Love

Army!AU

A/N: I saw this wholesome video today and it inspired me to write this. Hope you like it! Enjoy~

 Today was the day, you finally gave birth to your beautiful daughter.

It was a rather bittersweet day.

It was supposed to be your happies moment, but after all the pain disappeared, all the nurses left, and there you were alone in a room, holding your baby girl.

While his dad was in Afghanistan. Yes, he was a soldier. Yes, he had to leave often for long periods, but you loved him.

You couldn’t help but love everything about him. From his handsome face to his kindness, he captured your heart the moment you met him. Which was six years ago. Things were hard back then, with him constantly being away, and things didn’t change much since then, only the fact that now, you had a ring, three years of marriage and a pregnancy behind you.

You were only five months into your pregnancy when he was called in again. But you were glad that at least he was there to learn the gender together with you.

You saw it in his eyes, the happiness. He always wanted a little girl.

When he left, this was probably the hardest. For all of you.

You were scared about the baby and anxious about him. You always feared about him dying out there, that you’d lose him. But you always managed to put it to the back of your head, since you remembered his words.

“I will always come back to you. Always. I promise, Y/N. I love you.”

And his voice always calmed you.

But during your eighth month, things got worse.

You told your doctor about it, it was depression and stress, common amongst pregnant women. But it usually appeared after birth, not before.

And all the pent up stress wasn’t good for the baby, which led you to give birth three weeks before you were due to.

It horribly scared you, but now, as you sat in the comfortable sofa, with your child in one hand and your phone in the other, everything felt right. If only he was there.

You daughter had all kinds of tubes and machines attached to her.

And you sat there. Alone in that room, the only sounds were the clock and machines ticking and your baby’s sleeping noises.

You heard the door open behind you and soon a nurse was coming your way.

“Here they are.” she said. When you looked up at her, you noticed someone behind her.

There he was.

The love of your life.

The father of your child.

Standing there with his army suit still on, flowers and bags in his hands.

All you could do was cry and reach out for him. All your emotions came out at once.

He knelt down beside you and kissed your check while you tried to hug him. He placed his arms around you, pulling you to his chest as you felt his hand hold the blanket that his daughter slept in.

At that moment you knew, everything will be alright.

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[clydelogan99]

Clyde Logan x Reader

No warnings it’s just first meeting an some fluff. If theres more interest shown I may make a part two <3

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Monday ------------

It was a slow day at Duck Tape. You were working there for about a week and figured out fast there weren't many visitors to the place, not until the weekend anyway. Earl was always here, Jimmy stopped by here and there but it was only to talk to Clyde for the night, and you? You were the places second out of two waitresses in the whole building and you only worked part time. The other lady that was there with you worked the day light part of the day since you'd been taken on. You were washing tables, taking notice of the time. Clyde had said he'd be back soon but he'd left with Jimmy about an hour past. It was an hour til closing time and it was strange for him to be gone longer than half an hour if he was out getting product or out seeing what Jimmy wanted now. Last time, Earl had recounted, Jimmy got Clyde planted in jail for 90 days, place had to be closed the whole time he was gone. Man you hoped that wasn't the case this time.

Almost on cue the quiet tower of a man walked through the door, he didn't seem happy but he really never made any other change in expression either unless he had to kick out someone who had a few too many.

"Earl, I'm closing early." He said in his slow and careful way he always spoke, specially when he had other things to do for the night. He made sure the guests were gone before he started to clean, Earl long gone. It was just you and him so you decided you'd come ask him why they needed to close early.

"Mister Logan, is there a special reason the place needs to lock up so early today?" you asked, just curious but you noticed he stayed still for a moment before he turned to face you.

"No, nothing too special." He said as he took his gaze away from your face almost as soon as it was placed there, turning instead to wipe down the bar counter top, putting the wiped down glasses back overhead and the martini shaker into the little cubby area it went near the floor.

"That doesn't quite answer my question Mister Logan." You said, concern lacing your words, wondering if something bad had happened while he was out. You'd come to have a little crush on him, the way he walked and talked made you blush ever since you started here and it was only natural you were concerned for his well-being.

"Well... I guess you're right. If ya must know, Jimmy brought his daughter over to see me and I don't want her in the bar." He said slowly, his drawl lacing his words beautifully as he spoke, almost with a purpose but he always spoke like that. Well from what you knew anyway he did. See, you weren't from around this neck of the woods. You were from a little town near Cincinnati Ohio, not many people you knew spoke like him and the southern accents were a little tricky to get used to the month you'd been here. But he seemed to always take his time to talk to you especially, not in any rude meaning way but to make sure you could understand him. He didn't like repeating himself much.

"Oh! Your niece? Well, I hope you have a good night visiting! Lets get this place cleaned up a little faster, don't want to keep them waiting do you?" You asked with a soft smile, taking a rag from the sanitizer bucket you walked and wiped down all the tables, booths and chairs while he washed down the bar. You even took it upon yourself to clean the bathrooms, sweep and make the place look neat. It didn't take you very long at all and when you turned to ask him if there was anything else you could do you caught him darting his gaze away. Had he been looking at you the whole time? No couldn't be, maybe he was just thinking of something to say or got lost in his mind for a moment. You walked back to the bar, everything was clean, he'd even swept as good as he could. "Should we mop too or is this good enough? I don't think anyone got sick on the floor tonight. That's new."

"No, we don't have to mop nothin' today. You're free to go for the night, see ya tomorrow." He said as he went to leave, holding the door open for you as he locked up. You said your goodbyes again as got in your car, that was the most you'd talked to him in about the whole week or more you'd worked there and you felt a little flutter in your chest, a tinge in your cheeks and your breath coming slow and easy as you watched him drive off. You were happy with yourself, smiling softly to your steering wheel as you started your car, leaving for home.

Tuesday ------------

You drove into the lot for your shift, the sun looked ready to set as you stepped out of your 2014 Dodge charger. You locked it and went in, you did your hair all nice, put on a little extra makeup other than just eyebrows and mascara for once. You had dolled yourself up, for what? To try to get Clyde's attention? You felt silly, but when he looked up at the door when you walked in, the bell chiming to alert him, you saw something in his eye you couldn't quite place. It wasn't bad that was for sure.

"Good evening Mister Logan." You said as you clocked in, he looked at you from a side glance as he cleared his throat to greet you as well. He seemed a little nervous. A bit more stiff than you noticed he'd been the past week. He excused himself to help a customer while you got ready for your shift, putting your little half apron on and getting out your pad of paper and your pen, straws and some silverware wrapped in napkins in your makeshift utility belt. You sat a regular, got their order ready and took their ticket to the kitchen to have their food made before your went to the bar to have a little word with your boss. He seemed off.

"Mister Logan, how are you tonight?" You asked as you leaned over the counter, you had the top two buttons of your work shirt undone, leaning on your elbows as your long hair laid over your shoulder in the pretty ponytail you had it up in.

"I'm well. You?" He asked as he poured a shot of tequila for a patron, setting the bottle back down as he looked at the counter, avoiding your eyes and any part of you he could. It was almost adorable how shy he had gotten at the change in looks, you wondered if he was like this with all women that looked all prettied up but you and yet to really see him get this way over a lady. And a good bit came in on weekends and he wasn't one to falter at the sight of a pretty lady quite this bad.

"I'm doing well. So, Mister Logan-" You were cut off by him as soon as it left your mouth.

"You can call me Clyde. Sorry... Continue..." He said as he looked down once again, idly wiping down the counter top.

"Clyde. Do you have any after work plans?" You asked softly as you watched his hand stop abruptly, stilling before he looked at you, almost trying to make sure he heard you correctly before he cleared his throat and pursed his lips a little in a slight pout like he was thinking really hard about how to respond.

"No, why do ya ask y/n?" He asked, those sweet eyes looking to your face for a moment, they seemed filled with a sad hope, like he's been asked this as a joke so many times it was going to break him to continue the line of question.

"Well, I wanted to see if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight? We can go to my apartment or your place. whatever is better. That is is you take my offer Mist- Clyde." you said softly, now you were getting nervous, but the softening of his eyes when it seemed to dawn on him you weren't playing games with him gave you some hope as he straightened up, face coming to light with a soft tingle of pink at the apples of his cheeks.

"No one's ever invited me over before... Um, Yes... I'd like that. Your place if that's ok Miss." He replied, a little bit of confidence in his deep voice, the light in his eyes growing a little more as a soft smile crept onto his face. It made your feel good that you could put that to work, those feelings in him. You hadn't seen him smile at all since you started and you almost believed he couldn't until he proved you wrong.

"Well, consider it a date then, I'll make us something quick and we can watch something you like for a bit." You smiled as you went back to work, butterflies in your stomach as you worked with a new sense of purpose, waiting for closing time. When it finally came you almost jumped in excitement, helping him clean up. He opened the door for you again, letting you out first, locking behind you.

Tuesday evening ---------------------------

He followed you home to your little rental property about twenty minutes away, pulling into the drive behind you as you collected your bag. You hadn't noticed when he'd come over to the car but when your door opened and he nodded a little you smiled and got out. Thanking him as he shut the door you locked your car, getting the key to let him into the house. He slipped past you, standing in the entryway as he waited for you.

"Please, have a seat if you'd like, beer is in the fridge. I'll get something whipped up for dinner." You smiled, watching him slowly shuffle toward you, silently opting to come help as best he can while you walked to the kitchen to get started. Making dinner with him was fun, he helped make the sauce while you made the noodles for some spaghetti and garlic bread, he even set the table for you when you told him where the plates and silverware were. The napkins were on the table. He'd talked a bit while you cooked, talked about his brother and the bar mostly. But he got the most excited when he saw your bookshelf, walking over to it to see what all you had as he remarked he'd read a good bit of what you collected. You decided to put on some Patsy Cline, you'd heard it enough on his jukebox at work to know she was a favorite of his and as soon as one of her songs started he turned. He had a book in his hand and he was looking at the little CD radio you had on your counter top, and he was smiling ever so slightly as his eyes seemed to beam with light.

"You like her? So do I, she has a nice singing voice. What book do you have there?" You asked as you drained the pasta, leaving a little water in as you combined it with the sauce and set it on the stove again to mix it.

"Yeah... I play her at the bar a lot, and its the 'Odessey' but modernized. I haven't read the modernized version yet, is it ok if i borrow it?" He asked softly, sitting down as you sat the pot of spaghetti down and the bread in a little basket. You humme din response, nodding a soft yes at his question as you put food on his plate, giving him a good hardy serving due to how big he was. He needed to eat more because of his height and as you could tell he worked out a little so you didn't mind giving him more. You plated your food at got a glass of sweet tea, a timid little voice asking if he could have some too came from behind you and you poured him a glass as well, half expecting him to ask for beer but happy he chose the tea. you made it that morning.

He gave a soft thank you and the night went on smoothly, you ate and talked and laughed, gushed over your favorite books and music. Hell you even got him to smile a lot more than he did in the bar, laughing too toward the end of the night. When it was time for him to go home he stood with you on the porch.

"Thank you for dinner y/n." He said as he shyly looked to his shoes then back up at you, giving a little smile when he saw yours. He seemed to jump a little when you took his hand, playing with his lucky horseshoe ring as you looked at it and sighed, bringing your gaze to meet his.

"Your welcome Clyde. It was nice having you over for dinner, if you'd like.... You can come by for dinner again tomorrow?" You asked, hopeful as your cheeks painted themselves red.

"I'd love to." He said certainly, giving your hand a soft squeeze as you moved to put a hand on his chest. You got him to lean down to kiss his cheek, he was still again before he put his bear paw of a hand on your waist and moved for a real kiss. You stayed like that for a while, kissing under the porch light before he moved off of you, face red and a smile plastered on his face.

"I'll see you tomorrow Clyde, I'll be early." You smiled as he nodded and walked down the steps to his car, turning to you one last time, almost to make sure this had actually happened, like he didn't believe someone as beautiful as you liked him like this.

"Goodnight Darlin'."  It was soft, but it made your face red, blowing him a kiss as he got into his car and drove home. You knew it then, you were in love with Clyde Logan

[nerdyangeldetective]

I am working on the request I have left! You can now send me prompts/request about John Wick too!

[sithlordintraining]

NOW ACCEPTING REQUEST!

Hi everyone! So as some of you know I’m in college and I recently went to the club fair where I found the writing club. They want me to submit a few things ranging from memoirs to short stories and I thought who better to help than the creative minds of you! 

I’ve never really promoted request, I just did it if you asked but it’s about the same rules as most writers, no rape, no underage. It can be sfw or nsfw I’m in college with adults now, It’s open to almost all of Adam’s characters (Kylo, Ben, Matt, Sackler, Jude, Clyde, Paul) except Flip because I have yet to see the movie. Preferably reader insert, if you want any key characteristics just let me know. Time wise, depending on how many I’ll get expect it in a week or two depending on my class load. ATM, I’m doing a really good job at doing my work early.

So just do your thing to help me out and ask away, if not, have a great day!

[atlinmerrick]

Clydeland Particulars

Your Man

There's a UFO festival in West Virginia? Really?

Wait, no, wait that's not the point actually.

For James Earl Logan, the point is your man.

[burdened-with-reylo-feels]

Chapter 8 and 9 are up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Chapter 10 is with my beta. Thank you to those continuing to read. I know I’m a shit person and a shit writer. Thanks for putting up with me. I’m on a writing break while I deal with some shit, but I’ll be posting the other Cauliflower chapter and two chapters I have written for In Character in the mean time.