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It would be so nice if Clyde Logan would churn my guts like butter one day, but first, I want to feed him a plate of fried apples, crispy bacon, biscuits, and scrambled eggs. Send tweet.

Nothin' better than wakin' up to'a hearty breakfast and a beautiful woman.

[quiteanabyss]

Hello Love! Good morning, Happy Holidays, all that good stuff! Do you have any HCs for the boys buying pets for their partner for Christmas? Who would/wouldn't, what kind of animals would they get, things like that 🥰

Hi Desi!  Thank you for your request, and what a cute one!

As we all know, a pet is for life, and not just for Christmas.  So we’ll assume this has been discussed and pre-agreed.

Pets with ... Adam Sackler, Charlie Barber, and Paterson

TW: The second one has references to Daddy Kink.  The third one contains references to fertility issues.

Adam Sackler

You always had pets growing up, but the Brooklyn apartment you and Adam share is roughly the size of a shoebox, so a larger pet is out of the question

One afternoon a few days before Christmas you drag him to the pet store, with the intention of not coming home until you’ve chosen something.  After an hour of wandering around, you’ve almost given up, when you hear one of the employees yell “Ow!  Fucker!” and jerk their hand out of a small cage, with a small, furry creature attached to it.

It’s a hamster, and it looks just like the one you had when you were growing up.  

Adam doesn’t look convinced, but after you whisper in his ear exactly how you plan to show him your gratitude, he buys you the little fluffball, and spends a small fortune on various accessories.

You name her Nibbles.  She lives up to her name by attacking you every time you put your hand in her cage.

Adam calls her Nipples, and pretends to mishear you each time you correct him.

After the third time you both look up mid-fuck to find her holding onto the bars of her cage and staring intently at you, Adam insists that you cover the cage before sex can commence.

You tell him he’s being a prude.

He tells you you chose a hamster who’s a pervert, and she’s a furry little freeloader who contributes nothing to the household.

But he’s also the one who spends an entire day tearing the apartment to pieces when she gets out of her cage, finally finding her cowering behind the refrigerator.

“Fuckin’ asshole,” he growls, depositing her gently back in her home.  “You’re such a pain in the ass,” he tells her, as he makes sure the cage door is tightly fastened.  And then he gives her a couple of treats.

When you get home and ask why the apartment is in such a state, Adam feigns complete ignorance about the matter.

This is between him and Nipples.

Charlie Barber

Henry gets to choose the name, which is how you end up with a black and white female rabbit named Batman.

Although you and Henry had done plenty of research on keeping an indoor rabbit, you weren’t prepared for quite how destructive Batman turns out to be.

Charlie keeps right out of it at first.  He doesn’t not like animals, but he didn’t grow up with pets, so he doesn’t really quite get the point of having an animal in the house.

He does get involved, however, when she chews through his laptop cable.

Henry is at a friend’s house for the night, which is fortunate, because he would have learned a lot of choice new vocabulary.

You can guess what happened from the ranting coming from the other room, so you sit and wait until Charlie appears with his mangled cable in one hand, and an unrepentant baby rabbit kicking and flailing in the other.

“Your furry child is misbehaving again,” says Charlie, handing her to you.  She immediately climbs up your chest, and burrows her face under your chin.

“Poor thing,” you say in a sing-song voice to Batman, stroking her soothingly, and glaring at Charlie.  “Is daddy being mean to you?”

Charlie’s nostrils flare, but he just throws himself down onto the far end of the sofa in a huff, and orders himself a new cable from the Apple website.  He then sends you a series of messages, which all turn out to be links to recipes for rabbit on Pinterest.

“Daddy is a bad, bad man,” you murmur to sweet, innocent Batman, who has never done anything wrong in her life.  And who is now sleeping on your chest like a little baby angel.  “All this fuss over a silly little cable.”

You don’t look at Charlie at all.  But you can feel his gaze on you, and you know from previous experience just how dark his eyes will be right now.  

He hates that you’re ignoring him, and being a bit of a brat.

As soon as you put yours and Henry’s pet away for the night, your man is going to show you just how bad he is.

You smile.  

Paterson

There’s a fish tank in the waiting room at the clinic.  Every time you go for an appointment, Pat notices that you make a point of situating yourself near to it.  And rather than reaching for one of the months-old magazines provided, you sit and stare at the brightly coloured fish inside, your eyes following them as you track their movements with a little smile on your face.

“They’re so pretty,” you tell him, when he asks you about it.  “I like watching them.  It makes me feel calm, before we go in.”

The two of you sit side by side in that waiting room month after month, then year after year, watching the fish swim round and round in the tank.

Until finally, right before Thanksgiving, you hear the news it feels like you’ve been waiting your entire life for.

After only a few days of relief and happiness, the worry starts to set in.  Like a tap dripping slowly into a stoppered sink, it fills you up slowly but gradually.  After so much struggle and heartache, this all feels too easy.  What if something happens?  What if something goes wrong?  What if what if what if -?

A month passes, and Christmas is approaching fast.  You decorate the house over a period of three days, in between bouts of exhaustion and nausea that are, at least, symptoms that everything is proceeding safely and normally.  Well, you hope they are.

At the end of the third day, you put the star on the top of the tree together with Pat, and then stand back to admire your handiwork.  “It looks beautiful, honey,” he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind.  One hand strays to your stomach, where all of your collective hopes and dreams seem to currently reside.

This time next year ... you think.  And then stop yourself.  It’s all just too good to be true.

You burst into tears, and it takes Pat hours to console you.

The next day on his bus route, he doesn’t take his notebook out of his bag at all.  Instead, he thinks about you.  How anxious you are.  It can’t be good for you, or the baby.  He wishes he could be home with you all the time, but there’s plenty of overtime available at the moment, and you need all the money you can get. 

If only there was something he could do to help you calm down, he thinks.

Wait - 

The idea strikes him as he pulls in to the bus depot at the end of his shift.  That night he sits at the kitchen table long after you’ve gone to bed exhausted, figuring out a budget.  And on Saturday morning, while you are still sleeping, he creeps out of the house, and drives to the big pet superstore that just opened up on the other side of town.

By the time you wake up, he’s moved the furniture in the living room around to accommodate the new arrivals, and they are settling into their new home nicely.

“Morning,” you say, shuffling into the living room, still wiping sleep out of your eyes.  You rise up on your toes to kiss him, and lean into his embrace for a while, before stepping back, and looking around the room.

Your eyes immediately alight on the plant-filled tank he’s installed.  It’s quite compact, but has plenty enough space for the tiny, iridescent fish who now inhabit it.

“What’s this?” you breathe, both delighted and confused.  It isn’t quite the question you meant to ask.  You know what it is.  But you aren’t sure why.

But Pat understands.  He always understands.  “You’ve been feeling so stressed and worried lately, honey.  So I thought this might help you to feel calm, when I’m not here to make you feel better.”  He got it completely right, like he always does.  But he’s still looking at you with a nervous uncertainty that makes your heart melt.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve such a thoughtful man,” you whisper around the lump in your throat, welling up again for the millionth time this week.  But this time you aren’t sad, or worried, or feeling particularly hormonal.  Just incredibly, unbelievably happy.  And so, so lucky.  

Eventually, you sit down on the couch together.  

You can’t stop staring at the pretty fish.  And Pat can’t stop staring at you.

The way your eyes follow them as you track their movements.  And the wide, wide smile on your face.

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Ooh this just made my heart race 🥺 from the writing prompt list: Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath. For whoever 🥺

HOLY MOLY I AM SO SORRY THAT TOOK ME ALL DAY. I HAVE BEEN SO FUCKIN’ BUSY JEEZ. 

i put together a little oneshot with our dearly beloved lumberjack my babe. i really hope you like it! 

(also this doesn’t mean requests are open, but if i like the prompt i will write something about it.) 

Warnings: FLUFF OUT THE ASSHOLE, mentions of war, slight depression, and a tiny bit of angst, violence (in the form of self-defense, well kind of) 

Laughter filled the modest three-bedroom home you shared with Flip. Fingers twirled around a ridiculously long phone cord as you chatted with your long-distance girlfriend, Katie. It was nice to finally be able to relax in the empty house you both had shared for the five years you’d been married. And almost two years since Flip had been sent away to the war. 

You tried to busy yourself with work as a night shift nurse, taking every possible spot you could to stay out of the house. It was too hard to be there when he wasn’t. His scent of cigarettes and pine soap disappeared months ago, and it left you empty inside. 

Sure you both wrote the occasional letter when he was able to send them over. And you gathered care package goods to ship over so he’d still feel like he was home, or so you’d imagined he would when he opened the items. Everything was just… different. You hated to admit it, but it was difficult to function without your handsome man at your side. 

He was your protector, your love, your everything. Your other half of your soul was thousands of miles away, fighting in a war he never asked to be in. The existential dread fell over you whenever you laid down to shut your eyes. You didn’t even speak it out loud, because you believed in karma, and only thought the best you could when it came to those dark moments thinking about his safety. 

You pleaded with whatever entity that he’d come home safe and in one whole piece. That he would make it out of there unscathed and never have to go back. You cried and cried over the time lost between the both of you. Bargaining that if he came back, you’d finally start that family you and he had been talking about for several years. You’d vow to spend way more than just a few hours each night together, cut down on work, and all the other larger than life assurances you would whisper into the darkness. Pleading all of this into the night for his perfect face to hold again, to kiss and taste. 

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Today, though, was a different kind of day. You woke up out of your king-sized bed to the streams of gorgeous morning light shining through the window. For the first time in what felt like years, you smiled and stretched your limbs. Crawling out of bed you hurried to put on your furriest robe and comb your hair. Then meandered downstairs to your kitchen to make some fresh coffee. It was your day off from a long 60+ hour week and you needed the rest more than you could fathom. 

Your plans were simple. Shower, start some laundry, make a grocery list, sit and read, and possibly call your mother if you had the time. You sat to enjoy your morning Joe and read the daily paper, making sure to do the crossword puzzle just as you did every morning.

During your fourth sip of sweet caffeine, a phone call came in. You answered and immediately beamed at your long time pal who sang your name over the phone. The laughter ensued and you found yourselves talking for nearly an hour or more if you’d bothered to look at the time. And now here you were giggling like a schoolgirl with her totally oblivious to the taxi that had parked in front of your home. 

__________________

You jumped as you heard the front door creak open. 

“Hold on, Katie,” you placed the phone on the counter, grabbing the sharpest knife from the block next to the stove. Ready to attack this intruder who seemingly broke the lock on your front door. A thud reverberated through the living room followed by what sounded like boots. 

“H-hello?” you asked the lumbering faceless figure in your foyer. “Don’t test me, asshole!” you yelled in what you thought was a warning tone. 

The figure huffed. “You know your tough-girl voice isn’t really that convincing babe.” 

It’s deep familiar tone echoed from the dark corner. The figure shuffled around the large bag it had dropped and came into the bright living room. He looked so exhausted. Dressed in his army green uniform. Dark locks perfectly feathered his dotted face. Glistening eyes upon hearing your shrill threatening voice from the kitchen. 

“Hey honey,” he whispered. You stood there dumbfounded in your PJs. Not really knowing if that was actually him on the other side of the room. 

Just as you registered that fact he, closed the gap between you and wrapped his huge arms around your waist. You dropped the knife to the ground and your empty hands found the back of his head, messing up his perfectly set hair. You inhaled his camel cigarettes and sobbed into his crisp uniform. Hugging him tighter and tighter as you heaved in and out. 

“U-hmm honey…” he spoke into the crook of your neck, no doubt sobbing silently too. 

“You’re kinda chokin’ me out,” he gasped and tickled your sides. 

“God you asshole,” you choked out wiping tears away. “I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too honey. More than you know,” he sobbed again hiding his face back into your chest. You began to cry too petting his perfect strands again. 

“I can’t believe you’re home Phil,” you whispered, kissing his crown. 

“Yeah baby,” he stammered into your sternum. 

“I’m home.”

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god i hope this was halfway decent, Desi. you write so well and i didn’t want to disappoint at all! 

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

[maybe-your-left]

Hellooooo ! I'm probably gonna bitch this because the Tumblr app isn't letting me copy and paste, but requesting #14 from the Gut Punch prompt list for Clyde 🥰 "I can't keep pretending to want to be your friend when I want you in my bed" or maybe Altman? 🥰

It’s fine bby i gotchu… Oh YES ANGST PROMPTS ARE MY LIFE. LETS BRING ON THE RHINESTONE COWBOY HIMSELF, CLYDE RUSTY LOGAN “I can’t keep pretending to want to be your friend when I want you in my bed.”

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Whiskey. Clyde should not have had whiskey, it always makes him say things he wouldn’t if he were sober, but he had a rough day. More like a rough week, maybe a month, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt okay. Not since you started dating that guy… Ben. Some slick city guy, with his nice hair, suits and fancy cars. He waltzed into the bar one night, saying he was moving some company down here, and you didn’t leave his side the whole night. Completely forgetting about Clyde! Not that you had any reason to stick by him, you guys were just friends. But things had started getting different between the two of you. Many a few drunk kisses clouded Clyde’s judgement, taking your general niceness as flirtation.

But it all came screeching to a halt when Ben showed up, which is now why Clyde was drinking his second bottle of whiskey. Alone in his trailer, trying to pay attention to the TV, but all he can think about is you. Your beautiful hair, how it frames your pretty face, your musical laugh whenever Clyde says something funny. How you touch his arm when the two of you are having lunch before working at the bar. Your plush lips against his when the two of you had a few too many drinks when closing up, how your sweet moans entered Clyde's mouth, the sounds never leaving his mind.

“Shit,” Clyde groaned, just thinking about you was making him hard. Already straining through his shorts, what he wouldn’t do to have you sitting here on his lap. Naked as the day you were born, bouncing on his cock. How surprised you’d be when you saw how big he was, how much he would stretch your sweet little pussy. Clyde would make you see stars, his cock hitting just the right spots inside you. Making sure you’d never go looking for another man again.

Clyde set down his bottle, rubbing his face with his hand. He really shouldn’t be thinking about you like that… it’s not like you’d do anything if he told you about it. However, his phone was right there, and he knew you’d be up at this time of night. It wouldn’t hurt to give you a call, just to hear your voice.

Before he knew it he had his phone up to his ear, squished between his shoulder and face. Palming his cock through his shorts as he waited for you to answer. Nervously biting his lip as the dial rang, what if you didn’t pick up? Maybe you were busy with Ben? Would he be interrupting anything?

“Hello?” your voice came through. Sounding all scruffy, you had probably been laying down, but the sound of you brought a smile to Clyde’s face.

“Heyyy darlin’,” he cooed, hand pressing on his cock harder. “I didn’ wake y’ did i?”

He heard rustling, a small sigh coming out of your mouth, “Clyde are you drunk?” A small giggle coming in through the phone, Clyde could tell you were amused but that's not what he was going for.

“Why’d y’ think that?”

“Because I can hear you slurring your words,” you giggled again, “What’s going on big bear? You miss me or something?”

Clyde groaned, his hand pulling his cock out and gripping the base, “Y’ have no idea darlin’. Do y’ miss me?” He glided  his hand up his shaft, spreading his precum as much as he could, accidentally letting a grunt slip through the phone.

“You okay?”

“Mm, yeah M’ okay. Could be better.”

“What’s wrong?” he could hear the frown on your face. Those sweet pouty lips would look so nice around his cock, sucking on the head like it was candy.

“Jus’ thinkin,” he paused, closing his eyes as he gripped the base again, “Bout y’.”

“Why are you thinking about me?”

“Y’ know why.”

A deep breath, he could tell you were trying to figure out what he was talking about. He was so anxious to hear what you had to say, maybe he just had to come out and say it. “I can’ keep doin’ this,” he choked.

“Doing what,” you whispered back, voice as quiet as a mouse.

“I can’ keep pretendin’ with y’,” he groaned, “Pretendin’ that I wanna be y’r friend,” another breath, “When I want y’ in my bed. Rollin’ around, bouncin’ on me, beggin’ to cum.”

Silence.

Clyde, shut his eyes, working his hand up and down a little faster as he waited for you to answer him. He could hear your breathing, slow and deep, he wanted so badly to reach out and touch you. Feel your baby soft skin against his calloused hands.

A deep breath, “I’ll be over in 5.”

GASP. DID I, EMILY, LEAVE THIS ON A CLIFFHANGER? im not sorry. 

[desiraypark]

A. Driver Master List

(Works by desiraypark)

*As of October 2020, I do not write for Flip Z. anymore.

LONG SERIES (10+ Chapters)

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

The Skywalker-Rens Saga (aka Much Needed Assistance saga) (ft. Female Reader) (DISCONTINUED)

When the Sun Sleeps in Canto Bight (ft. OC - Blk/F)

Love in Writing (Finn x OC - Blk/F - Ben Solo is supporting) (DISCONTINUED) Drawing the Line (ft. OC - Blk/F) Phillip Altman Make It More Awkward (ft. OC - Blk/F) (DISCONTINUED)

MINI-SERIES (>10 Chapters)

Adam Sackler

An Old Friend (ft. OC - Blk/F)  Red Light (ft. Female Reader)

Charlie Barber

Christmas in LA (ft. OC - Blk/F) What’s in This Drink? - ONLY ON AO3 (ft. OC - Blk/F) (please read tags) To Feel Something (ft. Black Female Reader) Part I | Part II

Flip Zimmerman

Flip x Mae (ft. OC - Blk/F)

One - “Saturday Night Special” Two - “Earth Angel” Three - Untitled Request (Set after part four) Four - “Unlikely” Five - “Vulnerable” Six - “Snowflakes”

Toby Grummett/Grisoni

The Toby Tamer (ft. OC - Blk/F) Part I | Part II MULTIPLE Kylo Ren x Paul Sevier “Be Our Guest” Part I | Part II

ONGOING SERIES

Clyde x Sherri - a non-linear series featuring Clyde Logan and his wife, Sherri (Simmons) Logan, an original character.

Life with Paterson - a very self-indulgent series lol. Only on AO3. The OC is basically me lol

ONE-SHOTS (includes prompt requests)

Adam Sackler

Hungover Sackler (Request ft. Female Reader)  Enamored Sackler (Anon Request ft. Female Reader) Bored Sackler #1 (Anon Request ft. Reader) Bored Sackler #2 (Request ft Female Reader)  Round One - Only on AO3 

Charlie Barber Charlie Barber Dry Humping Request (ft. Female Reader)  To Feel Something (ft. Black Female Reader)  Clyde Logan Copy, Paste, and Scream (ft. Female Reader)  He’s a Winner, Baby. (ft. Female Reader)  “The Full Moon, I Say” (ft. Black Female Reader) Photos (ft. Black Female Reader)  The Dress (ft. Female Reader)  Love Me Tender (ft. Female Reader)  Clyde & His Drunk GF (Request ft. Black Female Reader)  Phone Call (Request)  Virtuous - ONLY ON AO3 (ft. Female Reader) Flip Zimmerman Wobble (ft. Black Female Reader)  Kylo Ren (or Ben Solo) Dangerous Kisses (ft. Female Reader)  Head Chef/Meat Chef (ft. Female Reader) (Chef Kylo/Ben)(AU)  Sorry - (ft. Female Reader) Possessive Kylo (Request ft. Female Reader) - (Druglord Kylo)(AU) “Show me your nipples” (Request ft. Black, Plus-Sized Female Reader) Our House - ONLY ON AO3 (ft. Plus-Sized Female Reader) Paterson Paterson Morning Sex request (ft. Female Reader) “I’ve been thinking...” (ft. Black Female Reader) Phillip Altman Phillip Altman Car Sex Request (ft. Female Reader)

Ronnie Peterson “Thief!” (ft. Black Female Reader)

[jynzandtonic]

My sweet Clydey, I just have two questions for you. Do you want salmon or steak tonight? Also, do you want me in the silk nightie or the lacy one? 😏

Darlin’ Desi, yer just too good to me. Now what on earth did I do to deserve such a nice dinner and dessert? How about steak cooked medium, jus’ the way ya like it. And I reckon I can’t say no to the silk nightie. The way your nipples show through it the littlest bit could drive a man wild. Love you, honeygirl.

[father-garupe]

Father, I grew up Baptist so I hope I'm doing this right. *gets down on knees* This week has been my most sinful. I've come to ask for forgiveness. For all of it. *swallows hard*

“It matters not where you’ve come from, child, only that you are here now,” his voice is low and soft, filtering in from the confessional partition. “Go on, tell me all that troubles you.” 

[clydeluckylogan]

It's night time. There's a storm outside. You and Clyde are on the sofa, both reading a book. Your feet are in his lap--you have on the cutest fluffy socks with a kitten face on the toe part, I must add. Suddenly, the power goes out and you and Clyde are left with no choice but to build a fort, climb under, and cuddle and talk until you fall asleep.

Fort building with Clyde? During a storm? Sign me up!

I love this so much.