The Smut Bucket. See, that’s just just what the application is good for.

The Smut Bucket. See, that’s just just what the application is good for.

The Smut Bucket

Thank you for visiting the trash pit.

Recreational reader-insert smut according to Adam Driver characters. R18.

This might be an intercourse good and kink-shame free room.

Inbox always available for prompts and thots🔥

Master Post

Oh shit girrrrrrrrrrrrl is this a master post of most my grammatically wrong p0rn that no one asked for?

Take note the name of my weblog. It is each smut, NSFW, R18 etc etc

Adam Sackler

Clyde Logan

Charlie Barber

Phillip Altman

Flip Zimmerman

  • Once More
  • After morning
  • 69
  • Countertop
  • Hold on tight.
  • Oral
  • First “i love you”

han-not-solo asked:

We literally do not know the way I’m likely to cope whenever “Kitten” is finished. 😭 It’s like my delighted destination. Please simply keep composing it forever.

Oh my heartttttttttt !

This means so much, we just …… wjsjsjaonsjxodmwjxjx

I could always do some ‘slice of life’ oneshots if you request them when it’s done!

(we can’t let it go either, allows be truthful.)

candycanes19 asked:

We swear every chapter of “Kitten” is amazing. We shall be unfortunate if it is over. Thank you for the enjoyable upgrade. 🙂

Sip of Sunshine – Contesa_lui_Alucard – Logan Lucky (2017) Archive of Our very Own

Chapters: 16/22 Fandom: Logan Lucky (2017) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clyde Logan/Reader, Clyde Logan/You Characters: Clyde Logan, Jimmy Logan, Mellie Logan Overview: Drained from a stressful lifestyle in nyc, you choose to open a little café in Boone County, western Virginia. Sip of Sunshine is available for per year now and it is seeing success that is much but one thing continues to be lacking. That is, until that one thing by means of the sweetest, most gentleman that is handsome’ve ever met, Clyde Logan, walks through the leading home of the café later one August early early early morning. Clyde Logan x audience Chapter 16 Overview: whenever Clyde inevitably strolled in at 10:00 am the café smelled overwhelmingly of lemons, the zesty aroma immediately filling their senses. Clyde allow the door move shut behind him and breathed in deep, “Sweetness,” he drawled, finding your eyes behind the counter, “What’ve ya been as much as today?” You felt see your face temperature up and you also smirked, being released from behind the countertop and fulfilling him toe to toe, answering by having a shrug, you an effective pastry in a little while, thought you are into the mood for just one.“ We have actuallyn’t made” Alerts: @shesakillerkween @drearii

I simply binge read 12 chapter with this utter perfection that is fucking kiss*

Here is the most characterization that is perfect of.

Tonight’s Special

Flip Zimmerman x Clyde Logan x Female Reader

Warnings: Threesome (F/M/M), shameless flirting, minimal plot development, smut, dirty talk, some degrading language, blowjobs, fingering, voyeurism, cunnilingus, spit roasting, overstimulation, crying during intercourse (a little), cum eating.

Overview: for which audience can’t assist on their own from making responses in regards to the hot detective that waltz right into the Duck Tape until they obtain arms on him and Clyde catches them. The stuff that is good underneath the cut.

Word Count: 2,737

It’s been a night that is long. You’ll have the knots in your arms gradually developing while you move between tables, getting glasses that are dirty. When you’re back behind the club, you sigh as Clyde looks you over.

“Why don’t ya’ go homeward?” He offers, gesturing for you really to position the spectacles from the countertop that you oblige before shaking your face.

“I’m alright, I’ll stay. We don’t want to pass up from the show.” Your sound holds a teasing tone, a small grin developing while you look from him to your remaining portion of the bar. It had been gradually just starting to refill with all the night’s occupants. As they bickered amongst themselves since you had started working at the Duck Tape, primarily helping with cleaning and stocking, it had become yours and Clyde’s thing to either bicker about the patrons or watch.

“’course ya’ don’t.” He mutters during the time that is same your eyes get those of an easy guy from throughout the club. Their eyes are since dark as Clyde’s save for the hint of attraction which was increasing as you are watched by him.

“That guy,” you began simply noisy sufficient for Clyde to know while you drop the head, reaching for the cup to completely clean, “is one high cup of ‘fuck me’.”

He blinks, glancing from the said guy back once again to you, brows pinching together before their jaw sets. “Y/N , i do believe ya’ require one glass of somethin’ now.”

You laugh at their terms, getting a towel to dry the cup you’ve just wash before making it to dry. You simply shook your face, continuing to wash and dry cups with only some periodic glances over the club to another guy. When he saunters over towards the club, you view from under your lashes to begin to see the way he moves and Clyde needs to nudge you taken care of. “Stop yer’ droolin’ ‘fore i must say i do send ya’ home.”

You gape at him, quickly addressing it by having a pout as soon as the other guy settles from the bar, having a seat. You turn to grab one before Clyde can, knowing you’ll probably get a good scolding for it later since bartending definitely wasn’t on your job application when he asks for a beer. You are taking this time around, but, to flex gradually, showing from the back of the legs into the pretty dress you wore. Whenever you turned, both males had been looking at you; although, Clyde had been fast to make their mind whenever their cheeks switched a small red, shuffling down the club.

“Is he your boyfriend or something like that?” The guy asks then, eyes flickering up the body, beckoning you ahead on the counter for him before you pop the cap from the glass bottle and place it. You can’t also form your terms that you just give a faint ‘uh-uh’ as you lean against the bar, towards him as you hear his voice, so deep and soothing. He provides faint laugh. “Do you have a title?”

“Y/N.” You answer very nearly instantly, providing it only thought that is brief of or not you undoubtedly like to give a stranger your real title. He takes a glass or two from their alcohol and you also do not view to understand method in which their human human body techniques within the textile of his flannel.

“Y/N,” he begins, your title rolling down their tongue before he smiles, a smile that is wicked suitable for a man that knows what he’s doing, “my name’s Flip.”

“Flip.” You repeat, tilting your cheek in your hand with the way he had said your name as you mimic him. Their jaw twitches slightly, knuckles whitening as their fingers grasp their alcohol tighter and you grin. That while you could speak with the customers, you still had a job to do as you turn your head to grab a dirty glass, you hear Clyde clear his throat, giving you a look to remind you. Flip notices and slides a bill on the countertop, investing in his beverage.

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