Okay, okay. I think I've thought of something. Eh, it's a mediocre idea, but it does it for me. Fighting with Clyde followed by sweet, hot, nasty make up sex. I can not think of anything else. But whatever you write I'll love. 🥰
author’s notes: hello, hello! writers block has been hitting HARDCORE as of late, which is kind of a bummer, but luckily I’m feeling a bit better now! @icarusinthesea thank you for this request!! I hope it was worth the (very long) wait, and I send love to you, friend <3 <3
warnings: fluff. smut. club brawls. violence against an asshole. protectiveness. dom!Clyde. oral sex (m receiving). rough sex. unprotected sex/creampie.
(possible) tw’s: non-con touching (not by Clyde). physical conflict. sex in a public restroom.
word count: 1.9k
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You had a bad feeling about this place from the very beginning, from the moment you stepped into this stupid sleazy club for your co-worker’s birthday.
Clyde decided to tag along, mainly to hang out with the other poor guys whose wives dragged them along tonight.
The bass pulses your eardrums as you make your way over to the booth that they’d claimed, saying some very loud ‘hi’s’ and ‘hello’s’ to everyone before taking a seat on Clyde’s lap.
Your outfit certainly matches the locale of tonight’s party, sexy and risqué while maintaining at least some coverage and dignity for your larger areas. Clyde’s been having some trouble keeping his eyes, and now that he can, his hands, off you.
His calloused flesh hand runs over your thigh and hip in a soothing manner, mindless in its movements over your exposed skin.
Soon, a good dancing song comes on and no matter how much you try to beg Clyde to join you on the crowded floor, he refuses, insisting that you go have some fun with your friends.
His eyes keep a close watch on you, knowing that unfortunately, it’s highly likely that some bonehead Joe will come along and think he can touch without permission.
He finds himself in a sort of entranced state, watching the way your hips move when you dance, watches your skin bounce and jiggle with each motion, sees the way the multicolored lights bounce off the sequins on your dress…
Sure enough, said bonehead Joe dances his way over to you, not-so-subtly checking you out from a bit of a distance before making his approach.
Clyde almost instantly leaps into action when his hand touches your hip and he slides in behind you. Thinking that the man behind you is Clyde, you start grinding against him a bit more, smirking.
But, only after a second or two, his motions and touch begin to feel awfully foreign. You’ve just truly begun to doubt your dancing partner’s identity when he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“Keep dancing like this and I’ll just have to take you home, babygirl.”
Goosebumps form on your skin in disgust the moment you hear an unfamiliar voice, yanking away from his grubby grip.
“How dar—“
“Hey, you!”
Your eyes widen and you look around the man to see a very angry-looking Clyde storming his way over to where you’re standing.
He turns the handsy man around with a hand on his shoulder, then gives him a shove.
“Can’t ya see she’s married, asshole? Don’t you ever think ya can just go ‘round here, touchin’ what ain’t yours.”
“Cly—“
“Don’t ya even start with me right now, Y/N. I can’t believe ya didn’t stop ‘im, can’t believe ye kept grindin’ against ‘im.”
Your eyes widen.
“Clyde, p-please, it’s not like tha—“
“I thought I told ya t’ can it, Y/N.”
You shudder at his commanding and harsh tone, immediately backing down and biting your lip as the tears swell in your eyes.
The man wears a small smirk, giving Clyde an equally rough shove backwards.
“And what, you’re telling me she’s yours? Bullshit she is. Who’d ever wanna marry a one-armed redneck like you?”
Big mistake. Clyde used to just stand down and shut off whenever someone made fun of his disability, but usually now, he just gets fucking pissed.
Sure enough, his jaw clenches and he quickly lunges at Mr. Handsy, forcefully knocking him to the scuffed dance floor. Often times, mostly due to his kind and gentle demeanor, you forget that Clyde’s a veteran. A special ops veteran, at that.
You can’t deny that bearing witness to his unbridled anger and dominance isn’t at least a little bit sexy, even if you do feel incredibly guilty about not realizing sooner that it wasn’t Clyde.
Like the coward he truly is, and that many men like him are, he flees the scene quickly when he looks up and sees the anger in Clyde’s eyes.
Meanwhile, you instantly rush up to him, apologizing repeatedly.
“Clyde, I’m so sorry, I thought it was you and I didn’t mean to—“
He snatches your wrist, bending down so that his hot, slightly strained breath wafts across your face.
“You’d better yer slutty ass into the restroom right fuckin’ now.”
He growls, letting you go.
You nod, whimpering under your breath as you scurry off into the bathroom.
He follows after you, pushing you into the single stall before reaching around to lock the door.
“Clyde, please, I’m so sorry. I promise that I didn’t know it wasn’t you until he spoke and I pulled away right after that. I would never…”
He holds a hand up and you trail off, then crosses it back over his chest along with the other. When you look up at him, ready to apologize further, he gives you a subtle head shake and a faint smile.
“Get m’ cock out.”
You know, then, that he’s not mad, and you know exactly what he wants from you. You step up to him with a small smirk and pop the button on his Levi’s, pulling the zipper down before reaching in to fish out his half-hard length.
“Now stroke it. You know how I like it.”
Your hand holds a steady grip around the protrusion, starting off slow but quickening randomly, just as he likes it.
His head tilts back onto the cheap tiled wall, nostrils flaring as he exhales shakily.
“Thaaaaat’s m’ girl, just like that.”
You speed up just a bit, focusing your pressure and ministrations on the upper half of his shaft, moving the little bit of excess skin up and down his shiny pink head.
“Mmmmffhhh.”
He groans through pursed lips, hips rutting forward into your touch.
Suddenly, he pushes your hand away, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to cope with the sudden loss of stimulation on his pulsing arousal.
“Knees.”
You get onto your knees, using his shoes as cushioning.
“Mouth open.”
Your jaw falls open and he wastes no time in moving himself into proper position, sheathing himself fully in your mouth.
“Ghhhohhh, s-shit.”
You’re choking right off the bat, shoulders shaking with each violent cough.
“Yeah, take it. Gon’ make ye choke on me, shove m’ cock down yer lil throat ‘till ya can’t breathe no more.”
You somehow manage to moan around him in between your gags and coughs, lungs panicked for the rough cutoff of airflow by Clyde’s length. Tears begin to swell in your eyes, soon running down your cheeks.
His eyebrows are tightly knitted in the center of his forehead, skin glistening with the beginnings of sweat as his hips rut into your cavern even quicker and rougher now.
Clyde has to physically pull himself away from your mouth, shuddering as his cock bobs and throbs angrily at the loss of friction. His hand splays out on the wall, chest heaving as he takes a moment to re-gain composure.
Then, he looks down at you, gaze sizzling your very skin.
“Up. Turn yerself ‘round n’ bend over, ass out n’ legs spread nicely.”
You put yourself into the position, wiggling your ass just a bit for play after pushing your jean shorts down, earning you a harsh smack across your newly-exposed skin. He smirks when you squeal softly, giving himself a few lazy strokes as he steps up behind you, lips instantly attacking your neck.
“Yer gon’ walk outta ‘ere with all o’ my marks on your neck, hickeys n’ bite marks. Maybe then everyone’ll understand who it is ya belong t’."
His chin digs into your shoulder, then he’s thrusting forward, filling you up and stretching you out to the max. You gasp, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your skull.
“Ohhhhh.”
He groans into your ear, chin digging into your shoulder as he begins fucking you fast and hard. There’s nothing gentle or romantic about this union; it’s hunger and wanting, it’s pure carnal lust.
Tears quickly swell up in your eyes at the sweet pleasure currently surging through your body, tickling every nerve ending and igniting every pleasure center.
It’s humid in the club, the bathroom no exception and already, a sheen of sweat has formed on the surface of your skin. Clyde’s good hand takes an even firmer hold on the meat of your hips, hips thrusting at an impossibly fast pace.
“G’damnit, wrapped ‘round m-me so tight, fffuck Y/N. Such a lil’ cccunt, love shovin’ m’ b-big cock in ya, ssssplittin’ ya right in half--christ.”
You love how his accent gets thicker and thicker at times like this, so much so that sometimes you can’t even make sense of what he’s saying. It’s adorable.
“Mmm, C-Clyde! Please baby, please mmmake me cum!”
His lips latch onto the side of your neck, sucking as hard as they possibly can while he reaches around to rub your clit with the cool metal digits of his prosthetic.
Your hips instantly grind down on him, a shaky gasp leaving your lips.
“Ohh god, mmmmmfffuck--right there! Yes, yes, Clyde!”
“Say y-yer mine.”
He growls into your ear, panting.
“Tell everyone who ya bbbelong to. Scream ma name w-when ya cum.”
“Y-Yours, all yours, Clyde. I’m yours!”
You whimper.
Clyde fucks you with everything he’s got, biting into your skin and sucking more of the flesh until you’re littered with marks. It’s not long before you’re tumbling over the edge, body trembling as you release all over his shaft with a shout of his name.
“Clyde! C-Clyde, fuck!”
Not long after you, Clyde falls over the edge, desperately rutting and fucking each drop of his hot load deep into your spasming cunt.
“Y/N, g’damnit...fuuuckin’ s-shit!”
Both of you are rendered breathless as you come down from your respective highs. His lips and tongue gently soothe the harsh bites and bruises that have been left behind in his wake.
He sighs softly when he pulls out, helping you pull your shorts back up before tucking himself back into his pants. When you turn around, he crashes his lips into yours, hands resting gently on your hips.
“‘m real sorry fer that, Y/N; dunno what got int’ me. I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”
You smile, cradling his face in your hands.
“Clyde, there is no need to apologize or feel bad for that. You know if I was uncomfortable, I would’ve stopped you or said something. I loved it, more than I probably should have, and I love you.”
His lips tug up into a soft, lopsided smile, relief flooding across his expression.
“I love ya too, Y/N, so, so much. Thank ya fer puttin’ up with me n’ bein’ mine.”
request from @direnightshade - 👀 I can’t resist, I saw you reblog a smut prompt list and I’m dying to put in a request. May I please request 103. - “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!” for Clyde, please?
warnings - female reader, smut, oral sex (male and female)
In the midst of the Logan Heist of the Charlotte Motor Speedway, Jimmy didn’t consider Clyde’s girl. You.
So when his 90 days at Monroe began, the only thing you could do was count down the days.
“Darlin’,” He said before he left to crash into the gas station, “You need to listen to me. Please don’t come to visit me at the prison.” It pained him to say so. “I don’t want you gettin’ all mixed in with what we’re doin’.“
You rolled over to lay on your back, still gleaming with sweat after getting off with him. “Clyde, baby, I know.” You said with a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m just nervous about keeping the bar afloat while you’re gone.”
Clyde sat up and laid back onto the wall behind you. “You’re the best bartender at Duck Tape with two hands, I trust you.”
“I trust you, too.” You said as you moved to straddle Clyde, eager to go at it again. Your hands gently trailed from his shoulders to his hips.
Clyde brought his hand to your face, apologetically. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
You sighed, accepting reality. “I know. Wanna fuck again?” You said bluntly.
“We’ve been at it like bunnies in the forest, Darlin’, how are you still horny?” Clyde asked.
“‘Cause you’re sitting here, lookin’ all handsome. Of course, I’m horny.”
He laughed at your answer, “You sure?”
“Oh no, you’re goin’ away for three months, no, I’m good, just leave me without a good fuck. Of course, I’m sure!” You whined.
Clyde wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up. “Alright, alright, sweet pea, you want to go again?” He asked.
“Yes! How many times do I have to tell you?!”
“Run your mouth like that again, and I might just head out. I have a schedule to follow.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” You teased lowering yourself on Clyde, taking his cock in your mouth to get him started again.
“Mmm, I won’t if you keep that up.”
Clyde placed his hand on your head as it bobbed up and down. Despite finishing a round only a few minutes ago, he was ready to go at it again.
Saliva seeped out of your mouth and dribbled down Clyde’s immaculate length. It was nearly impossible to fit it all. Your moans caused vibrations that made him twitch and shake and tighten his grip around your head.
You couldn’t hear what Clyde said next, but you figured it had something to do with you because before you knew it, his cock released from your mouth, and you were now lying on your back. Clyde used his head to spread your feet apart and knock your knees wide.
“I wanna fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me in you for the next three months.” Clyde purred, kissing the inside of your thighs and blowing cold air on your cunt.
Your eyebrow raised, challenging Clyde to stay true to his words. “Do it then.”
Clyde spat and licked through your folds at the sound of your challenge, adding to the wetness you had naturally created.
When Clyde was satisfied with his work based on the movements you were making and the quivers your mouth released, you felt his weight overtake you, and his cock line up and poke into you.
His movements needed no buffer time, so he practically rammed into you. You heard his groans consist of “three months without this perfect pussy,” “gonna miss you,” and “could do this all day.
Meanwhile, all you could do was grab onto his broad back and claw into his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
The sounds of your skin meeting was one that you usually tuned out, but at this moment, you hoped that it found a place in your mind.
Your head dug into the pillow as your back arched in pleasure, and your eyes were tightly shut. Clyde’s mouth flicked over your nipples and left marks on your breasts. Additionally, it brought you even closer to your climax.
“You’re squeezing so tight’,” Clyde groaned. “Gonna come, Darlin’?”
“Yes, yes, yes, please, Clyde, I need to come with you.”
You only had to ask once to get Clyde to come with you. Your breathing came more ragged, and his thrusts more inconsistent.
His last grunt was low. It vibrated through your whole body as his hips glued themselves to yours. His cock pulsed as he released, causing you to gush around him.
Typically, he pulls out right away, unable to handle the stimulation you give. But this time, he stayed in until his length fell limp, trying to stay in as long as he could.
“I’ll be back in this sweet pussy before you know it, baby.”
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lol this is straight up filth. hope this lives up to your expectations, @direnightshade! thanks for the ask, bb!
hello there! i’m currently on two wips for a ship that i write for (that will not be directly named bc that’s not the audience i’m aiming for right now) and, i’d like to get back to writing more ad character x reader oneshots! if you have any requests, please send them my way! ooh or if you want a ship and a lil blurb i’d love to do that too :)
here are the ad characters that i feel confident in writing -
•kylo ren 🌒
•ben solo ✒️
•paterson 🚍
•clyde logan 🦾
•pale 🚬
•phillip altman 👑
•charlie barber 🎭
•flip zimmerman 👮🏻♂️
•dan jones 📝
if your preferred tall boy isn’t on the list and you’d like me to write him, i’d love to do some more research and get to know him some more!
if you have any specific preferences about the reader/setting/universe etc, please let me know, as i want to be more inclusive and diverse!
i’ll try to work on making a masterlist with my ad character x readers and reblog it under this post
