#Adam Driver character

[strangunddurm]

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Pairing: Flip Zimmerman x fem!reader

Summary: Flip Zimmerman was a man that liked to eat his cake and have it, too.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving). 

A/N: It's been ages since I wrote something so I'm so proud of myself for finally finishing something.

It was common knowledge that Flip Zimmerman was utterly and completely infatuated with you. You were it for him. The one he would marry, build a house for, have kids with. You would be his end, but you were not his beginning.

It was also common knowledge that Flip Zimmerman was on an apparent path to sleep with everyone he could that wasn’t you. Fuck, finger, and fondle like he wasn’t an officer of the law and he wasn’t in a very public bar at that very moment. You could see his hand run along her leg, caressing it with the pads of his fingers before it disappeared beneath the fabric of her skirt.

She threw her head back, laughing like nobody was watching, but, of course, you were. Your eyes were always lingering on his figure, just as his were yours. He watched you as he traced the lace of her panties, as he dipped them under the fabric; he watched you as he guided her lips to his; he watched you as he shattered your heart, always knowing that the comfort of your arms would always be there to sooth him in the end.

You often found yourself wondering: why? Why weren’t you enough for him at this point? Flip had this ability where he could string you along enough so that you, yourself, would feel guilty thinking of another man. Your possible unwillingness weren’t the reason for Flip’s hesitancy to commit, it was his. The unwilling fool in love with the same person he had always loved. Or perhaps you were the fool? Two fools in love that could never let the other one go.

Your friends often wondered why you subjected yourself to the torture of witnessing his lips upon another’s. You didn’t know how to explain to them that you only existed because of him. However demeaning and desperate it sounded, it was true. Whilst others existed for bettering the world or something other, you were made just to be his.

You thought for a while that you could live without him. That you could break free from his hold and flee from the place where everything reminded you of him but it was impossible. It didn’t make sense, how a man could possess you so entirely with just a whisper of attention. You thought it to be your own fault; a bleeding consequence of hope that wrecked your heart beyond anyone else’s repair. All you could do was wait for him. For you would forever be missing him otherwise, regretting not taking the possibility of even the tiniest something.

So, you found yourself there, putting on a front of indifference as you tried not to watch every stupid move Flip made in the arms of another. She was smug. It was so obvious from the way her eyes would flicker over to you every now and then as his lips caressed her shoulder or her neck.

She knew of Flip’s fondness for you, having seen the way he had given you a sliver of attention by the bar, letting his hand ghost over your hip before she had successfully lured him away from you and into her arms.

You were zoned out, barely hearing your friends’ voices as you stared hard at them. Your lip was near bloody from your nervous chewing as you, almost ritualistically, dragged your teeth over it again and again.

“How long are you going to keep doing this to yourself?” The words were spoken in your ear, your best friends arm coming to wrap around you, pulling you into her embrace.

“I…” She didn’t allow you to continue on the miserable spiel that she had heard so many times before.

“I don’t want to hear it. Not again. You need to realise that you’re worth more than whatever the hell this whole thing is,” She pleaded, pressing a kiss against your temple. “You have to stop doing this to yourself.”

“I don’t know if I can,” you sounded so fragile at that moment. Your voice wavered at the end, fading out as everything you felt became almost too much.

“Yes, you can. You just need to realise that you don’t owe him anything. Sitting here completely miserable isn’t going to make him change or do anything different.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve been here with you! Every night we go out to have fun, he comes along and ruins it.”

“No, he doesn’t.” You turned to look at her as you forced the words out harshly. But the look in her eyes made the feigned anger falter.

“I love you. You deserve more. Try to enjoy your life before you realise it’s too late,” She said, squeezing your shoulder.

Did you really deserve more? You had been caught up in the web of Flip for so long that you truly did believe that staying completely devoted to him was the only way forward. You knew he would eventually tire and stop indulging himself in others. It was an unconventional relationship, unfavourable to you in every sense.

But who was to say that you weren’t allowed to enjoy others? Just the way he were? An innocent tryst with another that would scratch that itch not even your fingers could ease late at night.

You let your eyes trail over the inhabitants of the local watering hole. There were the usuals there, sitting at the bar, nursing their beers. A group of frat boys were in the corner, cheering over shots. It wasn’t until a pair of dark brown eyes met your own that your interested was piqued.

You probably wouldn’t have dared made a move if he hadn’t come sauntering over. He didn’t walk like Flip. Flip’s walk was self-assured, dominating in a subtle way. This guy walked in a cocky way, shoulders swaying with every step as he though himself holier than thou. It was off-putting, but you thought you owed it to yourself to at least try.

“Saw you watching me over there.” His attempt at flirting was just as cocky as his walk.

“Oh, hahah..” Your laugh was awkward as you fumble for a reply. “Do you come here often?”

“First time actually, I’m here visiting my brother.” He motioned toward some guy in the back that you couldn’t see.

“That’s nice,” You said awkwardly.

He introduced himself as he took perch on the barstool next to you, shaking your hand weakly.

“So, what do you do for fun around here?” He asked, motioning for the bartender to refill both of your glasses at the same time.

“Ehm… Come here, I guess.” You waved your hand in the air, uncommittedly. Anxiety was flooding your nerves, practically inhibiting your ability to speak. You let your eyes trail over the room again quickly. Flip was still hands-deep in that woman’s skirt, your friends had slipped off somewhere else, getting lost in others.

The man, Chris, held a one-sided conversation without seeming to notice your less than keen interest. The thought of letting go and trying to flirt with somebody else was always easier in theory rather than practice.

It wasn’t his fault, if you were somebody else you might’ve enjoyed it. But all you could think about was the way his eyes were too dark, his hair too light, and his voice to high to remind you of Flip.

“Listen,” He placed his hand on your thigh. High up, bold, wanting. “I really like you, what do you say about getting out of here?”

You didn’t have a chance to respond before a chest pressed against your back.

“She’s not going anywhere with you.”

You felt faint hearing Flip’s voice rumble through his chest as he pulled himself closer to you. His hand wrapped around Chris’s wrist, forcing it away from your leg.

“Hey, man, we were having a conversation here.” Chris was foolish. It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t from here, after all. He didn’t know the perfectly concealed rage that could simmer under Flip’s skin when he felt like he was being disrespected.

“I’m going to offer you a piece of advice.”

“Flip, don’t-” Interjecting was pointless. Flip did whatever Flip wanted.

“You should take your drink, go back to whatever lowly corner you came from, and stay there. Get it through your thick skull that you’re not wanted here.” Flip roughly pushed the glas of beer Chris had been nursing on the bar, it’s content sloshing over the sides as it almost toppled over.

The silence that followed hung in the air, permeating it, polluting it. It didn’t take long for Chris to visibly crumble under Flip’s stare but it was almost as if he didn’t want to admit it to himself. He didn’t want to give in to the menacing man that had appeared out of nowhere. Reasonable, perhaps, but entirely futile. Flip would always get what he wanted in the end, no matter what.

Chris left without a word, sparing you a pitiful glance before he was gone and all that was Flip took over your senses as he rounded you, coming to a stop so you were chest to chest.

You refused to look at him, staring straight ahead, focusing on the way his chest would calmly breath in and out as he waited.

“Look at me,” His voice was low, steady. You wanted to, of course, but you were stubborn. Just when you were putting yourself first, there he was again. A forever keg in your wheels, keeping you in the same place.

His fingers were soft against your chin as he urged it upwards, making you look at him.

He was smiling. Not a full on grin, but that sweet, cheeky little smile that held so much mirth that you wanted to hit him. It’s like he’d been waiting for this, waiting for you to act out and finally do something for yourself.

“Wipe that smile of your face,” you hissed out. “What could you possible have to smile about?”

“You.”

“Oh, yeah, because it is so funny ruining my fucking life.”

“Ruining it?”

“Yeah, ruining it.”

“You should’ve just said something if you felt that way.” You almost laughed at that. It wasn’t like you hadn’t said something. It felt like all you did was talk, and all he did was not care.

“Cut me a fucking break, Flip. Don’t act like you don’t know what you’ve been doing to me. This- this game you’ve been playing, toying with my heart. One minute it feels like you might actually want me but then the next you go and fucksomebody else and I’m just suppose to pretend that it’s all fine?”

“It’s not?” He said, playfully.

“Fuck you.”

“Stop swearing, and keep your voice down.”

“What? So that your whore won’t hear us?”

“She means nothing,” He said

“So why do you keep doing this? Why keep stringing me along?” You were defeated. Your relationship with Flip was strange. Peculiar. Unexplainable in certain aspects as you yourself did not entirely know exactly what you two were.

You looked up at him, tears brimming in your eyes as all the hurt you had felt over the past however-long caught up to you. He was looking down at you, as if in wonder. Was it possible that Flip Zimmerman was naive to the way he had treated you? To the way he had made you suffer? Had you been imagining it all in your head?

He didn’t look sorry, he didn’t sound sorry, but when the apology tumbled out of his mouth, you accepted it. Perhaps it was you who were naive but you wanted a moment of happiness with him. Even if it was a moment entirely clouded by delusion.

You nodded your head, a small movement of acceptance that made Flip light up.

Flip would always shine brighter than any star you had ever seen. He took your breath away and filled you with a rush of serotonin every time you gazed into his eyes for even a brief second. His eyes were like molten gold, blinding you as they tinkled. Devotion to him and only him was inevitable.

“Will you come home with me?” The answer was obvious. The question had been what you had waited for. Taking his hand and slipping out through the door before any of your friends still caught in reason could stop you.

His hand dipped between your legs, fingers mapping out a path to your most sacred place the second he pushed you through the door of his home.

"Look at you, already so wet for me." Flip chuckled darkly. He knew you couldn't resist him. Your need for him was as deep as his need was for you.

His lips met yours in a searing kiss that took your breath away. His tongue caressed yours as teeth clashed.

His fingers toyed with your panties, teasing you. He knew how desperate you were for anything he would give you.

He took his time, teasing your more and more before he finally was gracious enough to slide a finger inside of you. Just a single finger to test you. You walls clamped down around him tightly, gripping him, coaxing him to give you more. He pumped it in and out of you slowly, so slowly that you thought you might lose your mind if he didn't give you something more, and you voiced so much.

"Please, Flip." What you needed was clear. But that didn’t mean Flip would be so easy to give in.

"You’ll get more, sweetheart. Don’t you worry.” He said sweetly before withdrawing from you completely.

"Flip-"

"You're so impatient." He chided you, tutting teasingly with a lazy smile on his lips. “Go to the bedroom.” He commanded whilst motioning his head in its direction. You were quick to obey, of course, feet moving swiftly as you stumbled your way on shaky legs through the halls and onto his bed.

You flipped onto it in excitement, eager for his touch once again.

“Is this what you wanted? To be one of my whores?” He asked as he undressed slowly, unbuttoning his flannel and letting his jeans fall to the floor before he took a stand by the foot of the bed. He trailed his hands up your legs equally as slow before grabbing a hold of your panties and pulling them off you. You couldn’t get any words out to respond, whining with need.

The evidence of your excitement was clear to him, almost dripping and shining in the low light. A sane man wouldn’t be able to hold back having a women presented so willingly to him with her legs spread wide and skirt bunched up around her hip, chest heaving with excitement. And of course, Flip was a sane man, in some sense at least, for he was quick to crawl in between your legs and mouth attached to your clit.

Digging his fingers into your thighs, he hauled one of them onto his shoulder and connected his mouth to your sweet cunt.

The sounds of your breathless moans were intoxicating as he suckled your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the stiff nubb.

Your knees fought against his shoulders as your hand came to cover your mouth, willing any sounds to stay inside of you as you bit down softly as you were overwhelmed by the pleasure rushing through you.

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” Flip praised in a panted breath before diving back in.

You fought to keep your eyes open as your hips moved up and down in a desperate attempt to grind your aching clit against his mouth and nose in search for that perfect sensation that would drive you over the edge.

Your hand slid into Flip’s hair, gliding through it before grasping a firm hold of it as a wave after wave of moans finally made their way out of you.

Flip had already made you come once when he slid his fingers into you, continuing his ministrations on your clit with his mouth. His movement were much rougher than what they had been before, thrusting them into you expertely, hitting that sweet spot of yours over and over again.

Your back arched into the air and mouth fell open at the overstimulation. It was exquisite.

“Oh, oh, Flip. I’m gonna cum.” You whined desperately. “Oh, God.”

You clung to his arm in an attempt to hold on to any sort of sanity but it was all for nought. Your legs spasmed as you came with a cry.

Flip tried to hold you down as he never let up despite your half hearted please, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit again and again and again. He worked you through your orgasm, never relenting as your silent whimpers spured him on. You had such a tight hold on his hair that it made him groan, sending a wave of vibrations through you that caused you to gasp. He only stopped once your whimpers had grown in volume to a steady whine of pleas.

“You’re such a good girl.” Flip praised as he came up, hovering over you. “You gonna let me fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Yes! Please, Flip.”

He tugged at his hard and weeping cock a few times as he admired you. You were breath taking like this, legs parted, eyes hazy from your orgasm, cunt dripping, ready for him.

"You’re gonna look so gorgeous, covered with my cum." Flip's voice was husky as he leaned down and pulled you closer to him by your face before planting a sloppy, wet kiss on your lips as he came to rest between your hips, a single arm keeping him up.

He dragged his thick and cum weeping cock through your folds a few times, thoroughly coating it in your slickness. The anticipation was killing you. His fingers and tongue weren't enough, you wanted more, needed it.

You grabbed a hold of his shoulders, pulling him closer even to you in desperation.

"Please, Flip." You whispered, ready for him.

The sigh the both of you let out when he finally slipped all the way into your cunt was one of relief. You had missed this, had missed him.

Flip didn't give you time to adjust to him before he started pounding into you at a pace that was brutal in nature, just the way he knew you liked it.

“You’re such a dirty fucking whore.” He spat at you and you clenched around him in response. "Look at you, so desperate for my dick you could almost cry." Being his whore and whatever he wanted was everything you had ever wanted since the moment you had laid eyes on him.

He was so deep inside of you that you barely knew what to do with yourself. Flip's loud groans were bouncing around the walls of his room, blended in with your own gasps from every thrust into you.

Your walls were clenched so tightly around him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside.

"Fuck" You groaned. "Feels so- fucking good." You shakily breath out.

"This is what you wanted right? My cock so deep within you you’ll feel me for days" He cooed, slowing down just slightly, but each thrust was still as sharp, still as precise, and hard, and calculated.

A wailing yes! left your lips. You were sure you would be able to feel Flip's hands on your hips as you would nurse your hangover tomorrow, and most likely the day after that as well. You would feel him in every step you took. Forever.

"Harder." You pleaded.

He pulled out so just his tip was left in you, waiting there for just a second before slamming back into you again, buried to the hilt. The groan Flip let out sent tingles down your spine and caused you to clench even tighter around him, triggering another moan from him.

"I love it when you do that." He praised, followed by another rut into you.

He continued pumping into yours sweet cunt, drawing moans from you that were filthy. The sound of skin slapping and noises of pleasure mixed together as they bounced on the walls and around the room.

His thrusts had picked up in pace one again, ruthless and reckless as he fucked deeper and deeper into you. You were trembling against him, breath hitching, getting caught in your chest as you almost forgot how to breathe. You could feel your release mounting quickly once again, shockwaves gripping your body and rolling through you with every buck into you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come,"

"No, you're not." Flip withdrew from you completely, flipping down on the bed beside you. You were drunk on the feeling of him, needy and desperate, ready to take everything he would give to you.

His legs were spread, cock standing on full attention, bobbing against his stomach, it's tip coloured an angry red, ready to be inside of you again.

"Come on then." He pulled you out of the short-lived trance you had been in over the sight of him. You though again of how there was something so ethereal about him, something other than just his looks, something that would always draw you back in and keep you on his hook.

You were quick in your movements, throwing a leg around his hips and hoisting yourself upright, causing him to chuckle over your desperation.

"Eager, are we?" He welcomed you with open arms, hands coming up to rest on your hips once again, as he gazed up at you with a smile on his face.

He helped you pull your wrinkled dress over your head, placing open mouthed kisses on every inch of your skin he could reach. His lips attached themselves to your perked nipple, sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a pop.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." He sounded as if he was in awe simply over the sight of you.

You sank down swiftly, engulfing him with your tight walls, stopping only when you were at the base, stuffed full of him.

"Oh, fuck, Flip!" The change in angle had you convinced that he was deeper in you than ever before, the tip of him nestling against your cervix.

"You feel so good like this." Flip moaned. He tapped two fingers against the side of your thigh, signalling you to move and you were more than happy to oblige. Your feet were securely rooted on the floor and you placed your hands on the walls to give yourself the leverage and support you needed to begin riding him.

He let you control every movement; let you set the pace as you slid up and down on his throbbing cock. Flip's hands were exploring every inch of you that they could reach, massaging your breasts, caressing your thighs, sliding across your back, and then, finally, they found their way to the apex of your thighs and started firmly circling your clit.

Flip let out a loud grunt every time you slammed yourself down onto him. It was a sound you wanted to hear every day, every waking moment and in every vivid dream.

The steady pace that you had managed to keep was slowly becoming nothing as you felt yourself loosing control over your limbs the closer you climbed to that high you were chasing. The muscles in your stomach were tightening rapidly over the coiling tension and your walls gripped him even tighter.

"Say my name."

"What?" You weren't lucid enough to possibly begin to understand what he meant at that moment.

"Say. My. Name." He repeated, making sure to punctuate every single word with a small thrust upward to meet you as you came down on him.

His name spilled out of your mouth just a few seconds later in the form of a moan.

"Who’s making you feel this good?" You weren't as quick to heed his words this time, the building pressure between your legs taking up all of your attention.

His hands were back on your hips, forcing you up, slipping out of you, and then guiding you dominantly into the position he wanted with your face pressed into the sheets and your ass high up in the ar. He was swift to enter you again, you had barely even had time to complain over the loss of him before he was drilling into you.

"Flip!" You shouted his name as you finally came, tumbling over the edge as stars were painted behind your eyelids. Your legs were shaking, spasming, through the waves, words of gibberish leaving your mouth as he made you babble like a brook. He hadn't even faltered in his movements, continuing to pump into you as he chased his own climax. He was panting loudly in between groans and the sound of skin slapping against each other.

"Who owns this pussy?"

"You." Another sharp thrust into you.

"Who owns this pussy?"

"You, Flip. Oh, god, you, Flip!" Small droplets of tears were leaking from the corner of your eyes as Flip was steadily driving you to cum again as he fucked into you.

You hadn't felt this way before, you didn't even know you could feel this way; the overwhelming stimulation that was rushing through your blood, lighting your nerves on fire, making you want to stay right here, right now, forever.

"That's fucking right." Flip came with a deep jerk into you, pulling out to come all over your back before entering you again to give you a few last thrilling pumps.

You laid there on his bed in a heap, totally out of it as he calmly came to rest beside you. He coaxed you onto your back so that he could plant a sweet kiss on your lips. Uttering words that made your erratic heart pump even faster.

“All mine.”

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[mrs-gucci]

Drive-In

{ flip zimmerman x female reader }

anon

Can I please request going to a horror movie drive in with Flip where he hopes the movie will be louder than the noises you both make lol :)

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), high risk sex (car sex around other people), reverse cowgirl, barebacking, creampie.

word count: 525

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

collage by me :)

Creepy music plays loudly through the drive-in speakers as the spectators in surrounding cars stare up at the large movie screen, eating their popcorn and drinking their sodas hesitantly, waiting for the impending jump scare.

You and Flip, however, had lost interest in the movie about ten minutes ago. Well, you didn't lose interest, per se. More like you two became much more interested in one another than in the movie.

Lets just say that the gasps and cries from the scared on-screen protagonists aren't the only ones happening at the theater this evening.

Flip grunts as you sink down onto his stiff length repeatedly, hips thrusting up instinctively against you. The truck's windows are starting to really steam up, the air between you two incredibly thick while you ride him.

You're holding tightly onto the grab handle with one hand while the other rests on his hand, the one currently gripping your hip tightly. Your eyes are on the movie and maybe somewhere in your mind you're paying attention to the horrors occurring, but really, it's just pictures on a screen. Your mind is in a whole different place right now.

"S-Shit," you breathe, biting your lip to try and keep the noise down. "Oh god, baby..."

As much as Flip loves this, well, pretty much public sex, he does try to be extra careful since he's law enforcement. He's really hoping the movie's louder than the noises you two are making and the gentle squeaking of his truck's shocks.

He groans softly, cigarette pinched between his teeth, ashes starting to fall off the tip. "Goddamnit, princess...a little faster for me...mhm, that's it..."

You speed up as he requested, resulting in a spike in both your pleasures. Matching noises of pure lust and passion escape from both of your lips.

"Fuck...mm!"

Flip starts thrusting up into you, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm. The cars around you seem none the wiser and luckily for you two, the windows are not completely steamed over, so all that can really be seen are your silhouettes.

As he fucks you, you take the opportunity to reach down and rub your clit, moaning softly as the pleasure pulses through you. You're close, very close, and getting closer by the second--

"O-Oh fuck," Flip groans as he cums, pushing his cum up into you with rapid thrusts. "Mmm, good girl...shit..."

Feeling him cum is what sends you over the edge, and you continue rubbing yourself through it as the familiar waves of pleasure roll over your body.

Eventually you both come to a stop and Flip pulls out, tucking himself away while you pull your underwear back into place. As soon as you turn around in his lap, Flip has put out his cigarette and pulls you in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.

A thought come to you and you smile against his lips, chuckling softly. He pulls away, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"What is it?"

Your laughter grows a bit. "I told you this was a good movie."

He laughs, shaking his head and giving your ass a nice firm smack.

"You're cute."

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[mothdruid]

✨ Happy Birthday!!! ✨

Would you please do this prompt for Mills or Flip? (Adam Driver characters)

⋆ “god, you’re freezing! come here, let me warm you up.”

Thank you! I hope you have a great birthday!

omg! thank you so much for requesting an adam driver character! i hope i did Mills justice (:

This was not supposed to happen. You were not supposed to crash on this god forsaken planet. It was supposed to go smoothly, a regular transport mission like normal. If it wasn't for that ridiculous asteroid field. The one that Mills was supposed to miss.

Did you blame him for this? No. Were you mad at him? Yes.

You knew that it was ridiculous to be mad at him, but you just couldn't help it. And he couldn't either. The situation had put the both of you on edge. Not only that, but the ship was barely stocked for a situation like this.

You were lucky to have found the equipment able to figure out if things were okay to eat or not, which also happened to purify water. Some grenades were in the stock, a long with one gun and a knife. The ship had been lacking in medical supplies, which had also added to your frustration.

Day after day the two of you had been barely surviving. Large creatures had chased you through out the area. The landscape was unpredictable, change what felt like every time you turned around. And the weather was even more unpredictable than the landscape, which the two of you were trying to survive right now.

It had been on and off raining all day, resulting in the temperature lowering. Just like the ship not having the proper supplies, neither of you had the proper clothing to accommodate the rain and cooler temperatures. You two couldn't afford to stop moving during the day though, so you made your way through the wooded areas and hoped time would pass before you got hypothermia. Eventually the two of you stumbled upon a cave as it started to turn dark.

It felt nice to be out of the rain, finally getting some much needed cover. As much as you wanted to strip off your wet clothes you couldn't. Everything outside was wet, meaning neither of you would be able to find kindling or sticks for a fire. Instead, Mills decided to illuminate the cave with the tracking device so at least the two of you could see.

The both of you were on separate sides of the cave, the noise of rain being the only thing filling the cave. You had your knees pulled to your chest, trying to maintain some form of warmth. You kept trying not to stare over at him, but you couldn't help it.

He was looking out of the cave, keeping an eye out in case anything braved the rain to find their way in. The way his wet hair was framing his face was stirring something inside of you. A weird part of you wished that you could run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back to show off more of his face.

"Hmm?" Mills voice was low and deep.

You stared at him for a moment, shocked he said anything. A shiver ran through you from the cool temp of the cave and your wet clothes.

"I didn't say anything," you replied.

"But you're staring," he looked back from the cave entrance at you.

His gaze was making your insides squirm. You pulled your legs a little closer to you, try to counteract the chills that were setting in now.

"Sorry," you whispered, then turned to look out of the cave.

Mills had taken notice to your frequent shivers. He knew that the wet clothes didn't help, but he was hoping that at least the cover would help. Apparently, he was proven wrong. He stood up and walked over to your side of the cave, sitting down next to you. He was shoulder to shoulder with you now, startling you a little.

"Why are you-"

"You’re freezing, come here, let me warm you up.” His words were soft and caring.

You stared at him for a moment, feeling a little unsure. When you didn't move he put an arm around you, pulling you towards him. He helped you shift to a comfortable position, your back to his chest with his arms wrapped around you. You were shocked with how warm he was, practically a heater.

"Better?" He asked cautiously.

"Yeah, better," you now shyly responded.

The chills and shivers slowly started to disappear. His heat was comforting, making you almost forget about the warm bed back on your home planet. But for the time being, this would be more than enough.

[pxgeturner]

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the harem:

tommi riddle

jack napier (ledger!joker)

kylo ren (any adcu character rlly)

aemond targaryen

miguel o’hara

[xenop0p]

We are seeing him tonight

The Empress, Part I

A/n: Hi everyone! I’ve had this fic on my mind for a couple of days and had to get it out of my system. There’s a couple of parts i’m thinking of adding to it so stay tuned! Also i’m a bit new to this stuff so there’s a lot I made up or changed from the original story so yeah, anyways hope y’all like it just as much as I liked writing it :)

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Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 5108

Chapters: 1/10

Chapter Summary: Kylo Ren takes notice of Y/N, a young commander who had the nerve to speak up in a council meeting.  The last thing Y/N expected was to be brought back to The Supreme Leader’s personal library and asked out by the Kylo Ren??

Story Summary: (tentative) As Kylo Ren steps into power as Supreme Leader, he struggles to use his power to effectively lead the Empire. Y/N is a Commander who is eagerly working her way up the ranks and becoming a recognized leader among Empire officials. She is loyal to the Empire, but her loyalty is tested when the Supreme Leader takes an interest in her. When one date becomes several and she is ultimately tasked with becoming Empress and wife of the Supreme Leader, will Y/N be able to handle the that kind of power outside the commander’s uniform?

CW: minor violence, angst, romance

“And as such, it is pertinent that we strike at first chance,” Commander Locke stated before sitting down in his chair

Members of the council exchanged glances across the long table. Many avoided the glare of the Supreme Leader. Hushed words filled the room but no such counters. I stole a glance at the Supreme Leader, and with his mask on, it was difficult to read his response. I wish he would remove it. If I could see the reaction on his face, it would let me know if it would be a good idea to propose my counter. His body appears stiff, in a neutral way. Yet, it looks as though his gloved fingers slowly, rhythmically tap on the table in an annoyed almost bored way.

“Supreme Leader, what is your consensus,” General Hux inquires.

“It appears that -” Is all that comes out before a garbled mess of sounds.

“ Sir it appears your mask translator is malfunctioning. We can not understand what you are saying,” General Hux interrupts.  The Supreme Leader attempts to speak again but only gibberish ensues and General Hux repeats his prior statement. 

The Supreme Leader stands and rushes to remove his mask. The mask positively vibrates in his hands. He puts the mask in one hand and outstretches his arm. He commands “Take this to the repair room, IMMEDIATELY” to no guard in particular. A few shuffle and follow his command. When the mask is out of his hand, he takes a seat and a deep breath, some attempt to regain his composure. 

“And how exactly do you propose we do such a thing Commander Locke”, The Supreme Leader asks in an aggravated tone. 

I turn to see a blush fall onto Locke’s cheeks.

“I… You see, Supreme Leader… Its…” 

“Ahem,” I say clearing my throat. Now all eyes are on me.

“Do you wish to say something Commander (y/n),” General Hux questions.

“Yes. In fact, I do,” I say before rising from my seat.

“I generally agree with Commander Locke’s idea, however, I believe more thought and consideration for its ramifications should be factored in before simply executing it,” I state Looking from Commander Locke to General Hux and lastly allowing my eyes to fall on that of the Supreme Leader. The Supreme Leader’s expression is unreadable. I guess the mask doesn’t hide much. His eyes show nothing and there isn’t a single crease in his eyebrows or lip nor a sense of tension in his jaw visible.

“I see, and what sort of consideration for ramifications did you have in mind, Commander (y/n),” General Hux inquires. I let out a breath. I was expecting as much as some sort of public humiliation or outright rejection.

“Well Planet Korr is home to a top-level Rebel base, but it is also home to Amians, a population of highly skilled individuals talented in weaponry creation. Not to mention Planet Korr is one of the few planets with the resource forlam which is a critical ingredient in medicine and agriculture. By striking Planet Korr at first chance, we would defeat the rebels, but we would also be sacrificing a critical source of weaponry, medicine, and agriculture for the Empire. Not to mention we would sacrifice countless innocent civilian lives. I understand the strategic role Korr plays in the Rebellion, so if we strike, we must do so with caution and precision,” I proposed. At first, all I can hear is the blood rushing through my body pumping loudly through my ears.

“Respectfully Commander (y/n), any planet we strike comes at the cost of some civilians regardless of how cautious or precise we try to be,” Commander Locke counters.

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A little sketch based on a behind the scenes photo of "Paper Tiger" 🌹

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Pairing: Flip Zimmerman x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Age gap (reader is of age!), oral m receiving, flip has a fat cock , PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, vagina-having-person-related words, possessive, mentions DUI.

A/N: If this doesn't show up in the tags it will potentially be my last post bc I am too mentally unstable to deal with this

There you were, in his favourite position to see you in. You knew that you belonged just like that; on your knees, back arched, and ass high up in the air. He could watch you just like this for hours and hours on end and even that wouldn’t be enough.

His eyes ran over your every curve and lick of skin that was visible. The small gap between your jeans and t-shirt caused him to bite down on his tongue hard to stop him from letting a groan slip out. That little sliver of skin was begging for his touch, wanted him to grasp onto your waist as he worshipped every inch of your body.

You were swaying your hips now. Such a naughty girl. You knew what that did to him, how hard his cock grew in his pants at the sight of it. You wanted him to take you right there and then, didn't you? Flip wondered how wet you were at that moment, panties most likely drenched. God. He wanted to taste you, needed to taste you.

Flip wanted to slot his dick between your thighs, coating it thoroughly in your slickness before he fucked you in the way that you deserved to be fucked. You deserved to be eaten out until your legs shook and your mind was blank. You deserved to be fingered until you came so hard that his hand would be drenched. But most of all you deserved to be fucked so deeply that you would feel him with every step you took for days.

Seeing you bent over as you were filled Flip with the intolerable urge to go over there and fuck you. He didn't care where you you were or the fact that you were the (probably inappropriately young) grandchild of his neighbour that most likely didn't even know his name, or much less the fact that Flip had taken up the habit of sitting on his front porch just so that he could watch you.

It was a perversion. He knew that, scolded himself over it every night, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop it. It was the highlight of his day. The way you would come out through the front door to get started on the gardening that you were so kind to help your grandparents with.

You never suspected anything. Neither did your grandmother whenever she would come out onto her own porch and greet him with a wave before going to check on how you were doing. It was one of the perks of being a part of the local police department. No one ever suspected him of doing anything bad, not that he did a lot of bad things. He just enjoyed looking every once in a while. It appeared completely innocent to anyone else, and it was at first, but then he would get his thoughts going and they would usually take a turn down a slightly less innocent route.

But how could anybody possibly blame him? You were a work of art. The way your hips would sway when you walked was sinful and made him so hard he often had to take a cold shower after his morning cup of coffee. But as stated before, if anyone were to look down upon him, it all would appear completely innocent. Most people had a shower before work, right? It was just his thought that were filthy and most people's were at one point or another.

Flip didn't think you had noticed his lingering gaze. Or at least not how often he would let his eyes run over your body. After all, most of the time you were turned away from him, on all fours with your head down in one of the flowerbeds. But unbeknownst to him you had; you weren't as completely ditsy and unaware of your surroundings as you appeared to be.

This revelation came to Flip in the form of you appearing on his doorstep, knocking gently before Flip had a chance to take his newfound favourite spot on the porch.

He had been surprised. Flip rarely got visitors that hadn't made their arrival known through a phone call beforehand so he was slightly cautious at first. It was understandable, Flip was a detective after all. It could've been a vengeful felon that was waiting to exert some sort of revenge onto him on the other side of the door. But it wasn't. It was just you. Glorious you.

"Hello, Mr. Zimmerman." Your voice was smooth as honey as you greeted him with a bright smile and a small wave of your hand. He sent you his own crooked smirk as he leaned against the doorway. You were in your usual gardening uniform; a ratty old t-shirt and jeans that had more patches in them than not. A light sheen of sweat covered your brow, a result from the unusually warm summer sun Colorado had been praised with.

"How can I help you?" Did you come over here for a fuck? Were you wet between those legs of yours? Were you dripping for him? Because he was painfully hard for you.

Flip couldn't help but let his eyes trail over your form as you talked about some problem with a tree in the backyard. He wanted to know what you tasted like; how you sounded when you came. Were you sweet? Did you moan? Or was it a perhaps a whine? How would your hands feel wrapped around his stiff cock? He was so painfully hard in his jeans; cock practically weeping for your touch.

"...would that be okay?" He hadn't heard a single word you said, but he would do anything for you, as long as he got to fuck you stupid afterwards.

"Would what be okay?"

"Helping me?" You asked with a shy smile as you shuffled from side to side anxiously.

"Of course, Sweetheart." Flip hoped his smile came across as kind and not as predatory as he felt in that moment.

"Would now be okay?" Another smile from you and he was putty in your hands.

Flip wordlessly nodded. Stepping out onto the porch and closing the door behind him. You were so close to him now. Closer than you had ever been. He could smell you, the most heavenly scent he had ever smelt.

You didn't take a step back as any other person would have done as he crowded your personal space. In fact, it almost seemed as if you welcomed him closer. So it was true then. You did want him. It was obvious now. Your need for him was as big as his need was for you.

A silence hung between the two of you for just a moment, suspended in the air between you both for a heartbeat. And then you remember that the appropriate thing to do was to take a step back. You cleared your throat softly. You were flustered, eyes avoiding meeting his as they flittered over your surroundings, was old Mrs. Mason watching you? She was a nosy old lady that had taken it upon herself to know anything and everything that was going on in the neighbourhood.

The walk to your grandparent's backyard was longer than ever as you lead the way. And Flip thought that you somehow dragged it out for longer than normal on purpose. You wanted him to look as you swung those hips in front of him with every step. Flip had to subtlety adjust himself, he didn't mind you knowing just how much he wanted to fuck you, but everyone else did not need to be so privy to his thoughts.

"It's this one." It was an old tree, half-dead and ready to have been cut down 20 years ago. "Do you think you could cut it down? We have all the tools and stuff..." Did you always try to make everybody think that you were so innocent? Flip had to admit that you played it well. The innocent act suited you and probably made him that much more interested in you, but he knew that you had to be hiding something much more devious underneath that facade.

"Yeah, should be no problem." Flip replied gruffly whilst trying to appear as if he was remotely interested in the tree and task at hand. All he wanted in that moment was to strip you naked and bend you over the fence in the backyard, not giving a damn who could be watching. It would give them all something to talk about. Whoever 'them' was.

Flip dragged it all out for as long as he could, taking his time as he cut through the stem by hand, making sure to really make a show of it. Flip usually despised the hotter summer months, finding himself much more comfortable in when it was at least a bit chilly. That being said, he couldn't be more thankful in that moment for the heat as it had caused him to forgo his usual attire of a checkered shirt and jeans. A simple white t-shirt was all that covered his torso and it clung to him, a consequence of the sweat he built up with each swing of the axe.

Your gaze was so obviously intensely laced with lust as you ogled him that it almost made him blush. Your sweet, old grandma came out with a pitcher of freshly made lemonade and fretting over the hard work he was doing in the midday sun. Flip tipped back the first glass, downing it in a quick succession of gulps. A single drop made its way from the corner of his lips, down his neck before disappearing behind the collar of his shirt and he knew he had you then. You were so entranced by that single drop of lemonade that you didn't seem to notice Flip's own gaze as he watched you, watching him. So, you were a desperate slut, just as he had always known.

She didn't stay long - your grandmother - choosing to leave the "youngsters" to themselves, seemingly appearing oblivious to the mounting tension that was building within each passing second.

You appeared to have completely abandoned the task you had dedicated yourself of cleaning up the back porch in favour for admiring his form and every move he made.

Flip couldn't help but drop his pants and tug at himself when he came home, utterly consumed in thoughts of you. He had palmed his stiff length through his jeans as he crossed the road, not giving a damn about the old ladies sitting on their porches.

Flip was so close to coming right as a knock on his door rung through the house for the second time that day. Flip couldn't help but let a groan of annoyance slip out. All he wanted was to be left alone. He had been so painfully hard all day, leaking with pre-cum. He had gone commando so every movement he had made in that backyard made him acutely aware of just how uncomfortable he had been.

Flip tucked himself back into his jeans before making his way to the front door and wrenching it open hastily. A man that was usually so in control of his movements had turned into an uncontrollable stick figure of limbs. All he needed was a release. He wanted to cum as he imagined you on your knees in front of him, tits out and mouth hanging open, ready to receive whatever he gave you.

"I just wanted to thank you, Mr. Zimmerman." It was you. Looking as innocent as ever in a dress and a perfectly baked apple pie held out in front of you. His cock twitched in his pants, weeping even more at the sight of you.

"Flip, please; Mr. Zimmerman is my father." It was a miracle that he even got any words out. He was so strung out on lust that thoughts were just .... flittering through his mind hazily and so rapidly that he could barely distinguish between them.

You thrust the pie toward him eagerly and he couldn't help but smile back. It was an automatic response. Your smile was so beautiful that it was contagious, forcing anybody who bared witness to reciprocate it, not that he minded. Smiling came to be one of the easiest things to do around you, despite seemingly having been allergic to the act previously.

"Flip." You let a small giggle slip out and Flip wanted to groan. He wanted to hear you chant his name over and over again. He wanted you to scream it as you came and moan it as he fingered you.

"This looks delicious." You look delicious.

"Oh, thank you, I made it." And Flip could bet on it tasting just as good as you would.

"Do you want to come in?" Did he have an ulterior motive inviting you in? Perhaps, but it all seemed like the good thing to do, the kind and neighbourly ting to do. After all, you had put in all this work baking him a pie, it was only right that you should get to taste it.

You didn't seem hesitant at all as you accepted his invitation and step over the threshold, into his kingdom. Flip noticed how you looked around, taking it all in, appreciating how despite being somewhat of a casanova, Flip's house was far from being like that of a bachelor. He liked his comfort, appreciated it, and he liked it when things were organised. At least at home. It sort of counteracted the mess his job had a tendency to be.

"What a nice house you have." Flip muttered out a 'thank you' as he got two plates out, along with two small spoons and something to slice the pie with. You made yourself at home by the kitchen table and it all felt so domestic. Flip didn't mind this at all. In fact, you could say that he loved it. He would much more appreciate having you bent over the table as he plowed into you and have the sound of your wet pussy bounce across the walls, but that would come later.

The pie was delicious. But Flip was so distracted by the thought of you tasting just as nice that he couldn't fully appreciate it. He wanted to get between those legs and lap at you like he was a man dying of hunger and the only thing that could save him was eating you out.

"How long have you lived here?" Casual conversation. Flip could do casual conversation, he did it all the time - just like any other human.

"Couple of years."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"It has a nice view." You wouldn't fully understand what he meant by that. Living in Colorado Springs provided Flip with the most gorgeous backyard of mountains that everyone could appreciate, but he was referring to a much different view. After all, there was a reason for why he favoured his front porch and not the back.

"How long are you staying here for?"

"Oh, I'm moving in with grandma and grandpa, they could use some help right now." An absolute saint, that is what you were. So selfless and so kind. Flip practically felt giddy at the revelation; how could he possibly feel sad over a limitless amount of time with you?

"That's kind of you." How much longer was this going to go on for? Should he tell you now how he wanted you to wrap your lips around him and take him as deep in your mouth as he could go? He wanted to see tears leak from the corner of your eyes and down your cheeks in small trails as you gagged around him. It was the only time Flip ever wanted to see you cry, only time he would ever allow you to cry other than when you were so desperate for him that you couldn't do anything but weep.

You bashfully waved the complement off and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. Flip couldn't help but stare at you, it felt like it was all that he did recently, but who could blame him?

"Won't your partner miss you?" Flip finally said with a glint in his eyes. It was all a game and he had to play his cards right.

"Oh, I don't have one of those." Perfect. It wasn't that Flip was going to respect some other man's boundaries, it just saved him the time of having to break up a possible relationship. Flip wanted you all to himself, and he was going to get you all to himself, no matter what.

"Good." He hadn't meant to let it slip out but seeing how shy you turned hearing those words filled him with glee. The way you ducked your head and squirmed in you seat whilst smiling down at your lap was cute. Really fucking cute.

"I better get home, I promised Grandma I would help her with the laundry." Was it an excuse to get away from him? Flip rarely felt unsure of himself and this could've been one of those rare moments that he did if it hadn't been so blatantly obvious in your body language that you wanted to do anything but leave.

He saw you out, bidding you goodbye with a smile and a promise to come over with the pie form once he was done with it. He stayed in the doorway, watching you bounce through every step on your way back and only shutting his own door once he saw you close yours. You were driving him insane and absolutely mad. It wasn't perhaps in the best way, but it was what it was. Flip saw no point in trying to change anything or curb any of his dirty thoughts. As Flip saw it, a man was - and would always be - entitled to his own mind, no matter how perverted it was.

His seat on the front porch couldn't have been more comfier after that. At first, Flip thought he was imagining things when he noticed the way you would bend down a bit lower whenever you were on all fours in the flowerbeds, providing him with an even better look of the perfect view. But then you wore that dress. God, that dress was sinful. And you didn't even try to cover yourself when it rode up when you were gardening. Flip couldn't help the growl that slipped out and he found himself leaning forward as if in a trance, wanting to see just a little bit more. Would you slide those panties to the side for him? Let him see you? All of you? He knew you were dripping for him, you had to be with the way you smiled over your shoulder before disappearing back into the house. It was obvious that it was all for him.

In a game of chess you would always have to be ahead of your opponent. You had to think like them, think about all of the moves they could possibly make. It was the same thing at his job, being a detective required him to be several paces ahead at all times. Maybe that's why Flip wasn't overly surprised at your actions, he had been expecting it after all.

You didn't wear your old and worn out dungarees again after that. It was all short dresses, shorts, and skirts which Flip, of course, could do nothing but appreciate, but he wondered just how much of a scandal you were stirring amongst the old ladies in the neighbourhood.

You were sitting on his porch waiting for him when he came home from work an afternoon in June. It was a welcomed sight and Flip wanted you to sit there waiting for him every day after that.

"Hello!" You had bounded over to the railing closest to where he parked his car, leaning over the railing as you smiled at him. He couldn't help but smile up at you. Neither of you acted as if it was out of the ordinary for you to be there as he unlocked the front door. You invited yourself in this time, slipping through the door closely behind him whilst making easy conversation.

"I'm making some more pie so I need that form back."

"Yes, of course, sorry i haven't been by."

"You're a busy man, detective. It's understandable." Flip paused for just a moment in his movements when he heard you address him as detective. He was rock hard again; he shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust himself in his jeans as he hung up his keys on their designated spot by the door, back turned toward you.

"Apple pie again?" Trying to act normal was unbelievably hard when all one could think about was fucking the person they were talking to.

"No, I was thinking about trying something new." He was the one that followed you into the kitchen. Flip was carrying the mail he had scooped up when he had opened the door, flicking through it with feigned intereset.

"The form's in the cupbord next to the stove." He directed

Flip couldn't help the quiet 'fuck' that slipped out when he saw you bend over, dress riding up and putting your glistening lips on full display; no panties in sight. You were such a bad fucking girl and he needed to be the one that would punish you.

Flip didn't even attempt to stop himself from sliding up behind you, letting his hands roam freely at your sides, grasping and caressing, before pulling up the dress even more so that it bunched around your waist. A small groan of appreciation slipped out past his lips as he kneaded one of your ass cheeks for a moment before delivering a swift slap to it.

"You are such a filthy girl, you know that?"

"But you like that, don't you?" The cheek of you. Another slap was delivered and you reciprocated with letting a moan of your own slip out. Bad girls loved being punished.

Flip grabbed a hold of your shoulder, forcing you up against him so that your back was pressed to his chest, ass against his dick. He slid his hand so that it was grasping at your neck, applying just the slightest amount of pressure.

"Love it." He growled into your ear before taking your earlobe into his mouth, giving it a little nibble. His other hand slipped down your front whilst the other kept you pressed up against him. You let out a delightful gasp of surprise as his fingertips brushed over your clit briefly before sliding through your lips, coating them in your wetness.

"Already so wet for me," Flip cooed. "Do you feel how hard you make me?" He pressed himself even more into you, making sure that you could really feel the stiffness behind his jeans and how needy he always was for you.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He prayed that you would say yes, and, thankfully, you did. In a guttural moan that reverberated through his soul.

The sight of your exposed ass made him groan lowly, taking half a step back again so that he could get an even better look.

Flip couldn't decide what he wanted to do to you first; suck his dick or fuck you stupid? As much as he wanted you on your knees, he really wanted to know what it felt like to have your walls milk him dry after pounding as hard and deep as he could into you.

But you made the choice for him as you turned around and dropped to your knees in front of him, hands coming up to undo his belt buckle as quickly as you could.

"Eager little thing, aren't you?" Flip smoothed the back of his hand down your cheek with a chuckle. "Can't wait to wrap your lips round my cock, huh?" You made haste, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough so that you could pull out his dick.

And what a glorious dick it was, Flip wasn't ashamed to admit it as you stared up at him in admiration. To put it simply, Flip was in the possession of a big, fat cock. He was hung and heavy - even in his own hand. A fat head and veins that pulsed on either side, and a shaft so thick that you would've had trouble wrapping your hand around it even if he wasn't as hard as he was.

"Open your mouth for me, Baby." Of course, you were quick to obey, letting your mouth fall open and tongue lull out. Flip cradled your jaw softly, you were so pretty just like this. He slapped the engorged head of his cock against your tongue a few times.

"You want a taste of my dick?"

"Yes! Please, I-..." His name left your mouth in a moan before it was stuffed full with his dick.

You closed your lips around him and slowly started to suck. Your cheeks hollowed around him in way that was sinfully erotic all on its own.

"Mmm," he groaned out, deep in his chest. "That feels so fucking good." Such a small act and he was about ready to bust all over your face, the tending to he had given himself earlier was not helping whatsoever.

"Does that feel nice?" Your voice was practically husky with feigned innocence as you looked up at him under eyelids hooded with lust.

"So fucking nice." Flip let his head fall back to face the ceiling, knees practically going weak as he felt you lick a long, wet, and thick stripe from the very base of him up to the small slit at the end. He had to grab on to the counter when you took him, all of him that you could manage, into your hot and wet mouth.

It was obvious that you wanted every inch of him that you could get, forcing him down your throat as far as he would go.

"Holy-" Heaven was a place where you sucked his dick. Of course, being the courteous woman that you were, you weren't neglectful to his balls either. The hand that had been gripping whatever couldn't fit in your mouth drifted down toward his sack, cupping it gently before you rolled it through your fingers.

"You like that, Mr. Zimmerman?"

He really fucking like it. Flip withdrew from you for just a moment as he grabbed a gold of his bas, giving his shaft a few quick pumps. You were practically transfixed as you watched him, licking your lips eagerly.

His hand moved to the back of your head, forcing you back down onto his length as softly as he could. He tried to control himself, he didn't want to come across as overly forceful, but he just couldn't control himself when it came to you. He needed to give you the fucking that you deserved, and you deserved to be taken hard. He could barely stop his hips from rutting forward the slightest amount as you took him as deep as you could.

So, Flip kept his gentle yet firm hold he had of the back of your head, guiding you through every movement as you stuffed your mouth full of his cock.

He could see the tears that burned in your eyes, and feel how your throat contracted around him as you gagged but you never stopped hollowing your cheeks or twirling your tongue around his tip when you would reach the top.

Flip could feel his climax building up rapidly but he didn't want to come in your mouth, not yet at least. He pushed you back with a pop! and a ragged gasp. Your breath was heavy, chest heaving with a wild look in your eyes.

"Such as fucking cock slut, aren't you, Sweetheart?" A wholehearted laugh tumbled out of him as you nodded with a pleased smile on your face.

Flip leaned closer to you, delivering wet and sloppy kiss to your swollen lips. "You want me to take you to bed? Or do you want me to fuck you right here, where all the neighbours could see?"

You hadn't even thought about the large kitchen window until now, but it didn't make you any less deterred. You wanted Flip to fuck you right then and there, no matter who could be looking; and it seemed as if Flip was thinking the same thing. He didn't allow a response from you as he manhandled you into the position that he wanted with the side of your face pressed down into the kitchen table, the same kitchen table that was in front of the grand kitchen window.

Flip let his hand glide down the curve of your back, admiring you for another moment; pretty as a picture, that's what you were. His large hands grasped your hips, pulling you back against his body. You let out a whine as you felt the fat head of him slip through your lips, coating him in your slickness.

His hand continued its journey from your back, down your thighs, sending tingles through your entire being, straight to your core.

"Eager, are we? Need me to fuck you?"

"Yes!"

"Your so needy, Sweetheart. What would the neighbours think if they heard you right now?"

"I need you. Please, Mr. Zimmerman." You had to know what that did to him. Mr. Zimmerman.

Flip slapped his cock against your sensitive clit and yet another whiny plea left your lips for him to finally sheath himself into where you needed him the most. He didn't tease you for much longer; Flip liked to think of himself as a merciful lover, he would give you what you needed.

The stretch of him inside you was accompanied by a burn that was quickly replaced by a pleasant fullness. A fullness which was unlike any you had ever you had ever experience before.

"Fuck!" The yelp was accompanied by a slap of surprise to the wooden table. Your fingers turned into claws, attempting to grasp onto something that wasn't there.

"So damn tight for me. Taking my cock so well," You barely heard his cooing as he planted a kiss to your spine, too lost in the feeling of him. The smooth walls of your cunt hug Flip tightly. A particularly hard thrust into you causes you to yelp at the sensation of him moving so suddenly inside of you before trickling into a moan.

"So big..."

"Yeah? You like having my big, fat dick in you? You're such a filthy slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, so, so good," You whined out. The places he was reaching inside of you had you hunching in pure pleasure, bliss glimmering in your unfocused eyes.

His thrust were slow and steady at first, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he dragged himself in and out of you. In and out. Flip thought that your tightness felt too good to be true. He had fantasised about this moment so many times but actually feeling the way you constricted every time he drove into you was better than anything he could've imagined.

You started pleading for him to go faster and harder quickly. Your desperation for him clear as you seeped around the base of his cock, down your thighs in rivers. He had a bruising grip on your hips as he propelled himself into you, as deep as he could go, driving deeper with every thrust. Your jaw goes slack after a particularly ferocious thrust. The room is filled with grunts and squelches as he continues to pound into you.

His sweat-slicked skin kissed yours, making the most obscene sounds bounce across the walls and caused your eyes to roll backwards. He fucked and fucked and fucked into you, keeping a steady and hard pace that pushed you over the edge so quickly that you were approaching another before you even knew it. Flip continued to endlessly fucking into you through it all.

"I'm gonna fill you up real good, Sweetheart."

Desperate moans and pleas fell from your lips in a slurred mantra of words, and you clenched tightly around him with every thrust.

"But first, you're gonna come for me one more time." Flip took one of his hand off your hips and brought it to your front. Hand making quick work to find your swollen clit and flick it between his fingers in small, tight circles. Your entire body tensed as you came again but Flip didn't let up as he continued to pound into you, chasing his own high. He didn't pull out as he came deep inside of you, he continued pumping instead, albeit at a much slower more languid pace, wanting to relish in the feel of you for a few more moments.

The two of you shared a moment of moans and whimpers through your orgasms, skin to skin, his lips to your back. You hummed happily, feeling somewhat content for the first time since you had laid your eyes upon him.

Flip didn't want to leave your pulsing heat, reluctantly pulling back so that you could stand up. You whined at the loss of him, feeling empty without him. Flip's eyes were on your pretty, swollen pussy until you straightened up, and only then did he tuck himself back into his jeans.

Your dress fell back down around your thighs as you swirled around, sending him another lazy smile. Flip couldn't stop himself from kissing you.

"So pretty." Another deep kiss was planted upon your lips.

He brought his hand down between your legs whilst pushing you back to lean against the table. He could feel the mix of your cum leaking out from you and he fingered it back into you, stuffing you with his thick fingers.

You bucked your hips as he bumped against that spongy spot inside of you.

"Fuck, Mr. Zimmerman!" He didn't try to make you come again, deciding to be kind to you, but he brought his wet fingers to your mouth, coaxing it open with a tap to your chin.

"So, so pretty."

Flip couldn't wait to get you in his favourite position, on your knees, back arched, and ass high up in the air.

[mrs-gucci]

For the Hunt

{ werewolf!flip zimmerman x female reader }

anon

Werewolf Flip wanting to knock you up (or role play at it) and scenting when you’re ripe for him and chasing you down and pounding you

thank you for submitting this!!

warnings. SMUT (18+), werewolf in rut, primal kink (hunter/prey), breeding kink w/no intention of actually getting pregnant, dirty talk, outdoor sex, creampie, minimal aftercare.

word count: 995

🐺 written for werewolf wednesday 🐺

Your breathing is soft, exhilarated, creating little puffs of steam in the cold night air. A shiver runs down your spine, out of excitement or nerves, you’re not really sure.

You two have an agreement that on rut nights, he has full consent to use you however he wants or needs to. He tells you what he needs from you on a particular night and you give it to him willingly, whether it's being tied up on the bed down in the basement or up at his remote mountain cabin.

His absolute favorite thing, however, is when he gets to hunt you. Which is why you’re currently standing behind a big pine tree, trying to steady your breathing.

By now you’ve nearly perfected the art of giving Flip a good chase, having been with him for almost six years. And tonight is an extra special full moon because you’re ovulating, which gives Flip the ultimate prize in his werewolf brain: the chance to breed you.

He looks up at the full moon with his golden eyes, knowing it’s time to hunt, he lifts his snout eagerly.

Almost instantly, he picks up traces of your scent and his paws thud against the earth as he runs into the thick Colorado wilderness. He can already feel that this is one of his more mild ruts, but he's still just as desperate and tuned-in regardless.

Flip slows down and sniffs the air again, knowing that he's close. You can feel him nearby, sticks snapping and leaves crunching under his large paws.

You sneak a look around the tree and he doesn't seem to notice, so you quickly attempt to sneak to another tree. But of course, his head whips over and you freeze, then take off running.

He feels the familiar tingle of his primal hunting instinct creeping up through his body, but he still gives you a head start before taking off in your direction, eyes beginning to turn black with desire.

Your breathing is heavy as you sprint away from Flip, trying to give him a good chase. He growls softly out of sheer thrill and quickly dips to the side to run around you, then stands proudly. You come to a screeching halt.

Strands of drool hang from his jowls as he takes a step forward, then another, piercing you with his lustful stare. You let out a shaky breath and step back, not actually afraid but acting so anyway.

"Please don't hurt me," you say softly, eyes flickering down to his hard member for just a moment.

He grunts when he notices your quick downward look and stands a bit taller, eager to present himself to you.

"I have something else in mind," he says in his deep, gruff voice. "If you do your job correctly, then it should be pleasurable for both of us."

You bite your lip as he steps forward again, sniffing the air.

"You smell especially good tonight, little girl. I could smell your ripe, fertile pussy from back at the house. You're so ready to be bred."

"I don't--"

"Run," he says, interrupting you. "If I catch you, you're mine."

Immediately, you take off again and he gives you a moment before taking three long strides, catching you and causing you to fall over. He quickly catches you with a clawed paw, though.

He brings his mouth down to your ear as he lowers you to the ground.

"I got you," he says. "And now, I get to pound you until you're swollen with my seed."

You whimper softly as he holds your wrists down and takes a sharpened claw to your pants, tearing the crotch open to make room for his thick, pulsing cock. He lets out a shaky breath as he pushes your legs apart and lines himself up with your wet entrance.

Flip groans when he finally gets the wet, hot relief he's been desiring all night within your walls. He gives you a moment to adjust before beginning to move, his hips delivering sharp thrusts.

You moan unashamedly as Flip growls and fucks you from behind. Hearing his noises of pleasure only arouses you more and you clench, earning a surprised, breathy grunt from your husband.

“F-Flip…”

His noises get louder and he leans down again, beginning to lick at your neck and jaw, occasionally scraping his teeth lightly against your skin as an alternative.

“I need you,” he grunts, hips speeding up slightly. “I need you to h-hold all my cum inside, keep it a-all…give me pups…”

You gasp softly, eyebrows knitting in pleasure.

“I will,” you breathe. “I-I’ll keep it all f-for you, my love.”

His cock throbs and he knows he can't hold on much longer. He always feels guilty that more often than not, you don't get to cum like this. But he definitely makes sure to return the favor the first opportunity he gets.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna--" He cuts off as the intense orgasmic sensations suddenly rush through him. His eyes flutter shut and he rocks his hips desperately, spilling every drop he has deep inside of you. "O-Ohhhh god..."

You sigh softly as he lets go of your wrists and sits up a bit, still staying buried deep in your pussy. He helps you get up on your hands and knees, then licks your neck again.

"Are you alright? I wasn't too harsh?"

"I'm fine, honey," you reassure, looking back at him with a small smile. "I promise I'm okay. I would've used the safe word if I wasn't."

Flip nods and pulls out slowly, letting out a shaky huff as he does so. When you stand up, he gently picks you up and you rest in his large arms. You smile up at him.

"I love you, Flip."

His eyes soften and wishes he could return your smile. "I love you too."

You sigh softly and look up at the night sky as Flip carries you back to the house.

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¹⁷⁾ “let’s give them a real reason to be jealous.”

May I please request this with Flip or Mills?

I hope you have the best birthday ever! Thank you for taking requests 💛

of course you can! sorry it's so late!! <3

Flip's arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you a touch closer in the wrap around booth. All of you had decided to go out for work, which is what made his actions a little more confusing. The two of you had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, not wanting the station to find out. But tonight was different.

Ever since you had arrived, Flip was at your side. You weren't used to this type of affection from him, it was exciting but overwhelming all at once. You had been hoping for this since the two of you had been involved. Just something more than stolen kisses in the records room and late nights in his truck. Even the nights in his bed, cigarette smoke swirling around the two of you, were barely a reflection of your emotions.

Flip was a reserved person, not showing how he fully felt most of the time. There had been a handful of times at the station you had seen him lose his cool over a case, but nothing that made you shy away from him. If anything it drew you to him, wanting to draw out those bottled up emotions. Draw out whatever deep desires he had hidden away.

The vodka cranberry you were sipping on was filling you with a type of warmth. One that was adding to the kindling that had been there since Flip had been all over you. Your eyes flicked up towards the bar, thoughts of your next drink already filling your mind. It was as if you were celebrating this minor achievement. As you were scanning the bar some eyes started to settle on you.

Some men up at the bar were chatting, leaning back while drinking there beers and staring at you. One of them winked at you and shot a nod your way, sipping his beer after. You scrunched your eyebrows a little, looking away from them and back to everyone at the table. You could feel Flip's hand creep to the side of your neck, squeezing lightly at your skin.

"Hmm?" You leaned a little closer to him. You noticed that his eyes were trained forward, zeroed in on the guys at the bar.

Flip didn't say anything at first, just glancing at you then looking back at the men at the bar. The guy who had winked at you seemed to be in a staring contest with Flip. His hand started to knead you neck while he took a drink of his own beer.

"Flip?" Nothing. "Phillip."

"Hmm?" Flip hummed, finally looking at you.

"What are you doing?" You asked a little playfully.

"Making sure people know you're mine," Flip's words were calm.

"Come on, Flip," you chuckled, trying to hide your amusement, "their just jealous."

“Let’s give them a reason to be jealous.”

[inklore]

sending a little commander mills thot 💖 stopping for the night in a dark, deep cave. sharing a bed roll quickly turning into something more, as you end up on your hands and knees beneath him. there’s a rattle of stones near the entrance and his large hand is pressing over your mouth to keep you quiet - his senses on high alert for danger. but even then, mills can’t help the shallow rock of his hips - unable to resist how good you feel

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pairing: commander mills x (f)reader

word count: 1.1k+

contents: unprotected p in v, creampie, small amount of dirty talk, i didn't classify what planet they were on but threats are occurring, slight enemies to lovers, rough.

note: i'd let this man have his way with me in an open warzone and i have no shame about it because this idea has me insane.

You should have known. 

You should have known this planet would be nothing but a bad omen when you had to emergency land on it. When you lost contact, your ship deciding to stop working properly. When the only way of getting out a signal was to rig the system built within the interface of the hunk of metal. Ultimately destroying any chance of getting out of here on it but allowing you to get out a weakened signal, you hoped your home planet would come and swiftly send someone to you before this planet showed just why it was inhabitable by those who walked on two legs and didn’t prefer the taste of game. 

You should have known that Mills would be the worst person to crash land with.

Should have known he’d only raise your blood pressure and have a permanent scowl curve your brows until it gave you a headache. 

And you really should have known that he’d be this big. 

His stature alone suggesting that was more to him than broad deltoids beneath those clothes. More than just deadpan looks and side eyes of scolds and warnings behind those iris’s. Behind the moments and trips the two of you have taken together over the years. 

You should have known that his cock would stretch you like this. Making your insides burn when he thrusts inside of you. Your walls accommodating something that’s bringing you pleasure at the same time it has you mewling in pain—something big and hot and heady that’s making your fingers dig into the dirt. 

Your back arched at an angle that has your body scraping forward against the ground every time Mills snaps his hips against your ass. His cock going deeper and deeper—the tip hitting that spot inside of you that makes your body want to run from him, want to escape the pleasure and the sting of him going past what your bodies used to—his nails digging into your hips. Moonshaped marks embossed in your skin as he holds your ass in place. As he refuses to let you squirm away from him.

Because you wanted this, didn’t you?

“You’ve been begging for it.” He says with a heavy breath. A groan mixed somewhere in there, you’re sure of it but can’t decipher it fully with how you sound. How the back of your hand is covered in your own drool and bite marks from trying to muffle the moans and whines coming from your mouth. 

There’s a rock under your knee that has left an imprint into your bone, has cut the skin with how your body is moving. If you focus on it hard enough, you may even feel a trickle of blood. Or the indents of stone and caked on dirt on your elbows. 

But all you can feel—all you can hear, sense, smell—is Mills and what he’s doing to you. What he’s doing to your body and how you never want him to stop. Never want to go back to the time when the two of you pretended there was nothing there. 

The thrusting of his hips imprinted on your nerve endings, and you can’t imagine a time, a moment, or a place where you don’t want him to bend you over something and take you. Have you. 

“Who knew all you needed was my cock to have you so compliant.” Mills grabs the back of your neck. His grip just as rough and embossed as the fingers at your hips. The weight of his chest drapes over you in a way that has you pushed further into the ground and your ass higher in the air, shoving his cock to the hilt, a cry falling from your lips. His name coated in a pleading whimper. 

“Next time you’re not listening to me, all I’ll have to do is fuck you, huh? Bend you over and fuck you until you’re ready to admit who’s in charge here.” 

There’s some part of your psyche that wants to fight against this. That wants to throw his words back in his face with something snide and angry, but you’re fucking pudy between his fingers, and he’s molding you into a perfect compliant hole for him. 

Into someone who wants to follow his orders just as long as they get his cock in return. 

But you still open your mouth to try to tell him just as much. To ask him to fuck you harder or agree with him, you’re not sure because it dies in your throat.

The words fall to the pit of your stomach as the both of you stop in place as your body feels the soft rumble of something moving outside of the cave. The rustling of trees, rocks, and branches being stepped on. 

“Mills,” you murmur his name. Soft enough for him to hear but apparently too loud for his liking as he shushes you. His hot breath against your ear, his hands maneuvering your legs so they’re underneath him now as he lays on top of you. The massive width of his chest makes you feel engulfed in him. 

His hair against your cheek, his breath held in his lungs just like your own. 

You try to listen. Try to hear anything approaching, growing closer to your indisposed state. The two of you not in a position to move as quickly as you should to protect yourselves. Mills not seeming to be as on edge as you are, the faith he has in himself to grab his gun quickly enough if whatever is outside moves in closer, is almost aggravating. 

Your mouth parts to tell him this, to push him off of you so the both of you won’t die while he’s still hard inside of you. 

But instead of an argument, a gasp falls from your lips as you feel Mills rock his hips against you. The tip of his cock pulled back to your entrance only to be thrust back in slow, and agonizingly sharp all in one quick rock. 

“Mi-” his palm presses against your mouth, silencing you.

“Shhh,” he whispers against your ear. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve been needing this, to fuck you.” His heavy breath and the deep timber of his tone as he tries to keep quiet, as he speaks the words for only you to hear, to know, and to feel, wash over your spine and lay achinly between your thighs where the shallow rock of his hips against your ass has your nailbeds housing rockbed as you try not to become a sobbing mess behind his hand. “You feel s’fucking good.”

And if the two of you were to die like this; with Mills rutting against you, his cock stretching you, his deep breaths and praises against your ear, your slick coating his length as you come, and his come leaking from you—leaving your pussy a warm and sticky mess as he continues to thrust inside of you even after the fact, as if he’s trying to keep all he can inside of you—then so be it. 

You’d die happy.

[xenop0p]

Im kicking my feet smiling ☺️

The Empress, Part II

A/n: Thanks to everyone who enjoyed part 1! I appreciate the feedback y’all gave. I was really excited about writing the end of this part so y’all are in for a treat ;)

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Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 5418

Chapters: 2/10

Chapter Summary: Y/N anxiously weighs the option of whether or not she should go to dinner with the Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren. With the encouragement of her friends, she decides to go and ends up seeing a side of him she never expected to see. 

Story Summary: (tentative) As Kylo Ren steps into power as Supreme Leader, he struggles to use his power to effectively lead the Empire. Y/N is a renowned Commander eagerly working her way up the ranks. Her loyalty to the Empire is tested when the Supreme Leader suddenly takes an interest in her. When one date becomes several and she is ultimately tasked with becoming Empress and wife of the Supreme Leader, will Y/N be able to handle the that kind of power outside the commander’s uniform?

CW: angst, romance, slow burn,

“Y/n, girl, where have you been,” Balia asks as I slide into the seat next to her. “And aren’t you going to eat anything?” My empty hands are a stark contrast to the fork in hers motioning around her half-empty dinner tray.

“Dude we thought you were a goner. Everyone’s talking about your run-in with he who shall not be named,” Karmir laughs. Heat rises to my cheeks.

“What?! What are people saying,” I squeak, acutely aware of the hundreds of stares it feels like I’m receiving from patrons of the dining hall.

“A bunch of troopers on duty in Quadrant L couldn’t stop talking about the maskless Supreme Leader rushing the halls with some beautiful young woman in a commander’s uniform today,” Karmir reveals. 

“Eek!” I scream in unison with Balia. I bring my hands to my face and close my eyes.

“Commander y/n, there you are! How did things go earlier with the Supreme Leader?” The youngest commander who had complimented me at the council meeting rushed over to the table.

“Hey Neela,” is all I can muster. “Um, he just wanted to um discuss more of what I proposed in the meeting today,” I say. That’s technically true right? I feel sort of proud of how diplomatically I responded because otherwise, I would have straight-up word vomited the entire scenario to this girl I barely even know outside of duty hours. 

“Oh good! We all thought the unit was going to get chewed out with you as his initial target. What a relief,” Neela responds. Yeah, what a relief. “Well, hope you have a good rest of your dinner,” she says and skips off to her own table.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to eat anything for another year,” I groan in frustration.

“Why not,” Balia and Karmir ask in unison and laugh at one another.

“How can I eat when– when…,” I don’t even know how to regurgitate the current circumstance in which this stupid beautiful raven-haired scar-faced man has put me in.

“When what? What happened to you today y/n,” Balia asks. She and Karmir look at me expectantly. I look around to see if I recognize anyone in my immediate vicinity. Luckily there aren’t too many people seated near our table. I clock the stormtrooper guards located at each entrance. Rationally, I know no one is paying attention to us, but I can’t help but feel like all eyes are on me, waiting for me to reveal some grand secret

I lean forward and my friends mimic my gesture. In a hushed tone, I tell them all about the meeting, the Supreme Leader asking me to stay back, the library, and everything until his dreaded proposition.

“And then he… He said something to me,” I start. Saying this all out loud makes me want to crawl out of my skin.

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Embrace Me

(1-1)

Short story # 26

Gif NOT mine.

Paring - Commander Mills X Plussize!Reader

Summary - Your simply trying to relax after a grueling day of hiking, across the tundra of an unknown planet. And Commander Mills is absolutely determined to relax with you, his copilot and long time crush.

Rating - SFW (It gets a bit spicy, but nothing occurs.)

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

"Can we please rest for the night? I feel like I've got blisters on my blisters." (Y/n) whined at her Commander, who was walking a short distance ahead of her. He sighed heavily through his nose, glancing back at his copilot over his shoulder. "We should find shelter first, it's going to storm tonight." He argued. (Y/n) groaned in response, her feet were killing her, and her gear grew heavier and heavier with each step. "Why did we have to crash on such a miserable planet." She complained, as she adjusted the strap of her plasma rifle higher onto her shoulder. Mills chuckled softly at her words, silently agreeing with her assessment of this uncharted planet. "I would offer to carry you." Mills said as he glanced back, smirking at how quick (Y/n) perked up. "But you're awfully heavy." He teased playfully, laughing when he felt her throw a handful of berries at his back. "That's not nice." She huffed at him, feeling a tad bit insecure, despite knowing he was only joking. Mills turned to observe her expression, and before he could see the look of insecurity on her face, (Y/n) pulled up a mask of playful bitterness. Even going as far as to childishly stick her tongue out at him. Again he simply chuckled and turned back to continue leading the way.

Almost an hour later they finally found a suitable place for shelter, and in the nick of time. As soon as they'd sat their packs down within the cave, it was as if the heavens had simply opened up, and a downpour of rain fell from the darkening sky. "Finally." (Y/n) sighed as she plopped down onto the ground, carefully pulling her boots off with a hiss of discomfort. While Mills on the other hand began setting up a perimeter defense, or rather a security system. The rhythmic hum of the security devices was soothing in a way, knowing that as long as they remind humming this calm tone, then they were completely safe. "Here." Mills offered (Y/n) his canteen of fresh water. "Thanks." She excepted it gratefully, taking a generous sip before pushing it back towards him. "I'm okay, drink up, you need it." He assured her, and though she knew it wasn't, it felt like another jab at her weight. "Okay." She muttered softly, her eyes unable to hide her sadness, as she looked down at the canteen in her hand. "Hey are you okay?" Mills asked, instantly picking up on her sudden shift in mood. (Y/n) willed herself to perk up a bit, a false smile stretching across her face smoothly. "Yeah just tired is all." She lied through her teeth, and while Mills looked like he wanted to say something, he simply nodded his head, and turned his attention to rummaging through his pack.

(Y/n) took a few more generous sips of the water, and as she sealed the lid, Mills held his hand out to her. "You should eat something." He said as he opened his palm to her, inside his hand lay a chocolate bar, her personal favorite chocolate at that. A nagging voice in the back of her mind taunted her, echoing that he chose chocolate specifically because of her weight. "I'm not really all that hungry, just wanna rest is all." She lied again, ignoring the hungry twist in her gut. "We've been walking all day, you need to keep up your energy." Mills insisted, placing the chocolate into her and, and closing her fingers around it. "Sure." She muttered softly, wishing the ground would just open up beneath her, and swallow her whole. Mills smiled at her, pleased that he had been able to snag a few of her favorite chocolate bars, before they left the tattered ships kitchen behind. (Y/n) had peeled back the wrapper, and was taking tentative bites of her chocolate. Her eyes following Mills as he refilled the canteen with rain water, and then retrieved a snack for himself. A preserved granola, high in protein, low in fat... And sugar. She felt the urge to throw up, but swallowed the knot of bile building in her throat. Unable to take it anymore she shoved the rest of the chocolate bar into her pack, and lay back against the hard dirt covered ground. Her eyes swirled with insecurities and sadness, as she stared at the roof of the cave.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mills asked suddenly, observing her with concerned eyes. He'd never seen her act like this, and while it wasn't everyday they crash landed on an uncharted planet, he worried that there was something else bothering her. "I'm perfectly fine." (Y/n) insisted as she closed her eyes. "You know..." He started as he sat aside the rest of his food. "It's okay to be scared right now." (Y/n) took a deep breath through her nose, and crossed her ankles. "I'm pretty shaken up myself." He admitted in a soft reassuring voice, watching as she simply laced her fingers together on top of her soft belly. Mills swallowed thickly as he observed her, wandering if she felt as soft and cozy as she looked. "I'm just tired okay." She insisted with a bit of a bite at the end. "Okay." Was all Mills could bring himself to say, and for a moment his attention was drawn outside, as a crack of thunder rumbled menacingly in the darkness. When his eyes cast back to (Y/n) he noticed how she shivered slightly when a gust of wind blew through the cave. He smiled faintly at the sight of her, noticing how peaceful she appeared to be in this moment. Without thinking Mills crossed the distance to kneel at her feet. She didn't seem to notice his proximity, or she simply chose to ignore it all together. However when he gently grasped her ankles, and uncrossed her legs she reacted. "What are you doing?" Was all she said, her eyes still closed.

"You're cold." Mills stated as a matter of fact, before pushing her legs up until her knees bent. As he slotted himself between her legs, and pressed himself as close to her as he could, she opened her eyes. "That doesn't answer my question, what the hell are you doing?" She asked and though her tone sounded annoyed, her eyes betrayed her and bared her curiosity to him. "Keeping you warm." Mills stated casually as he hooked (Y/n)'s legs to rest comfortably around his waist. Afterwards he took ahold of her wrists, and pulled her arms up to lay beside her head, his hands engulfing her own, and keeping her locked in place. "A blanket would have sufficed." (Y/n) uttered as their noses brushed from their close proximity. "I was cold too, and we only have the one blanket. You know after you lost yours yesterday." He teased her with a grin on his face. "You're so annoying sometimes, you know that?" (Y/n) huffed as she tried wiggling free, only to freeze with a squeak, when she felt just how much of him was pressed against her. Mills hummed at the feeling and nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her natural musk after sweating most of the day. (Y/n) wanted to wiggle away, feeling insecure about how she smelled. "You're so soft." Mills muttered against her ear, his plush lips brushing against her skin. (Y/n) wasn't sure what to say, and despite herself, she felt herself relaxing beneath him.

"I've always wanted to be this close to you." He admitted in a soft whisper, his words making (Y/n)'s heart flutter. "Close? Mills you're more than just close. You're invading, suffocating, practically swallowing me." (Y/n) said as she made a mental note of how much his body was caging her entire body against the ground, how easily he covered her as if she was just a small thing. Mills pulled back a little, just enough to look at her face. "I can move." He said as he shifted to get off of her, however before he could move far, (Y/n) locked her legs around his hips, keeping him in place. "Don't you dare." She huffed at him in warning. With a smile he relaxed, and nuzzled his face into her neck again. "There is something you can do for me Commander." Mills shuttered at the use of his title. "Anything." He promised. "Let me feel all of you, crush me under your weight. Please." (Y/n) said in a breathless tone, finding herself desperate to feel him everywhere. Mills huffed against her neck finding desire flowing through his body, at the thought of truly laying on her. And without needing to be told twice he relaxed further, and little by little he dropped his full weight onto her. (Y/n)'s breathing became a bit shallow at the new weight on her ribs, but the moan that passed her lips was divine music to his ears. "Holy fuck that feels amazing." She breathed out, her fingers flexing and unflexing around his much larger ones.

"Keep making sounds like that, and we aren't going to get much rest." Mills murmured against her skin, moving so the bridge of his nose ran along the length of her jaw. "Fuck resting." (Y/n) huffed as she rocked her hips up, and moaning at the feeling of the curve of his cock nestled firmly against her. "You're going to be the death of me." Mills uttered as he pushed his groin against her, a groan bubbling in his throat when he felt just how much warmer she was there. (Y/n)'s breathing had become a bit more shallow, and sensing her body couldn't handle the extra weight, Mills pulled up just enough to ease the pressure off of her. (Y/n) grunted in annoyance however, and pushed her chest up to meet his. "Lay against me." She begged. "I don't want to hurt you." Mills argued before planting a feather light kiss against her forehead. "I don't care, I want you to crush me." She admitted before pushing forward to kiss him. Mills melted into the kiss, and slowly eased his weight onto her once more, greedily swallowing the moan that she gave to him. As the kiss deepened Mills began to slowly rock against (Y/n)'s clothed heat, offering them both some relief, and yet making them both crave more. "I want you to ride me." He admitted then they parted for air. "I thought I was too heavy." (Y/n) said, with a twinge of sadness in her voice. Understanding now the mistake he'd made earlier, Mills finally realized why she had been acting odd.

"Bullshit." He argued, and before she could say anything else. He hoisted them both up off of the ground, holding (Y/n) up by the fat of her thighs as if she weighed nothing at all. She had gasped in surprise and the sudden movement, and squeezed herself closer to him, afraid he would drop her. "You're so fucking perfect." Mills murmured as he rest his forehead against hers, allowing her body to lower just enough to keep his cock snug against her clothed sex. "Oh my god." (Y/n) panted almost breathlessly, as fear and desire coursed through her veins. Without thought she grinded down against him, her arms tightening around his shoulders, and her eyes squeezed shut. "So beautiful." Mills breathed out before kissing her once more, teeth and tongue clashing in a desperate symphony of love and desire. His large hands squeezed at her plush thighs, making him groan at how soft and squishy she felt. "I love you, fuck I love you." Mills declared against her lips, as he continued to grind against her. "Please let me show you how much I love you." He panted heavily, her moan going right to his core. "Please please please please." He rambled over and over, desperately wanting to make her feel good, and show her just how much he loves her. "Y-yes." (Y/n) nodded her head vigorously in agreement. "S-show me how m-much you love me Commander." She stammered over her words, her entire body buzzing with desire. "Thank you thank you thank you." Mills babbled as he began pulling at her clothes, desperate to see all of her body, and to finally get to worship every inch of her skin, and her very soul.

God I loved this movie... I mean sure it had some plot holes, but I could care less. The amount of grunting and heavy breathing we get to hear Adam make is divine... When I first watched this movie, I was wearing headphones, and oh my god he was killing me with those sounds. Anyhow I hope you enjoyed this one.