#flip zimmerman fanfiction

[jynzandtonic]

12 Days of Fluffmas — Day 4: Cozy Fire

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

You could spend all day curled up in your chair like this: a knitted throw draped over your lap with a steaming mug of hot chocolate warming your hands as you gaze out the window. The view from the cabin you and Flip are renting for the week of Hanukkah is beautiful; snow blankets the surrounding forest and the Colorado mountains tower in the distance. However, you’re currently more interested in the foreground. Outside, Flip brings his ax down yet again to cleave a piece of wood in two, adding the logs to a growing pile. It’s a wonder to watch him work, all muscle and momentum as he splits firewood for you. You take another sip of cocoa as he finishes his task and gathers up an armful of wood to take inside.

A blast of icy air rushes in as he opens the front door and you pull your blanket up around you. Flip has a wash of color on his cheeks from the cold as he takes off his boots and hangs up his sherpa-lined jacket.

“Hi, baby” he smiles, taking in the sight of you where you’re all snuggled up. “You staying warm?” 

“All thanks to you,” you chime as he crosses the living room to deposit the wood next to the hearth and adds a few logs to the fire.

Satisfied with the blaze, he stretches out on the faux fur rug in front of the fireplace and pats on the floor next to him. “C’mere,” he says, eyes growing dark. “Let’s get you really warmed up.”

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Charlie’s dirty little secret💋

[strangunddurm]

Mine

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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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Into the West - Sheriff!Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Sheriff!Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Warnings: Brief period-accurate shittiness towards women, mentions of blood, brief violence, NSFW, (unprotected) PIV sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Based on a request by the magnificent @safarigirlsp! Sheriff Flip and reader have some eye-opening sex after an incident at the saloon, which reader runs.

The sun is setting over the small Western town. There’s a breeze – soft but there nonetheless – and Sheriff Zimmerman’s hair blows gently before he puts his hat back on. His boots dig into the sandy road as he walks along. His head is held high and his gun is holstered at his hip. Women turn to look as he passes by, and he bites back a smile as he chews on his tobacco. 

Horses whinny and neigh, carriage wheels turn, and working men grunt. The sounds of the town are music to Sheriff Zimmerman’s ears. Nothing is awry. Nothing is out of place. Nothing is wrong. He turns the corner, brows furrowing as the bright sunset peers down at him through the clouds. Zimmerman brings a hand up, blocking the light from his view as he continues on down the way. 

“Sheriff?” a voice calls. Zimmerman looks around as quick footsteps approach. The Sheriff smiles, glad to see his good friend, John Bartlett, approaching. He’s a small man with strawberry hair and red cheeks to match. His brows are knit together, but Sheriff Zimmerman hopes that it’s because of the bright sun and not out of concern. “Ah,” Zimmerman says, “John. Evenin’–”

“There’s a tussle in the saloon,” John tells Zimmerman. “The owner, she–”

John is hardly able to get his words out before Sheriff Zimmerman is taking off down the road, hand flying down to his gun. He knows you’re working tonight. Oh, for Christ’s sake, you work every damn night. You work too much, you deal with too many men who wanna play with fire, something was bound to happen at some point, wasn’t it? 

Zimmerman bursts into the saloon, hand still resting on his holstered gun. People’s heads turn. The music isn’t playing, but Zimmerman figures that it hasn’t been for a while. It almost always stops when something starts happening. It’s in people’s nature to wanna hear the goings on, he supposes. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” comes a loud, familiar voice. Your voice. Zimmerman’s eyes widen, and as he surges forward to round the corner, he hears the sound of glass shattering, then stumbling. He turns the corner, and just as he does, a man falls to the ground in front of him. Zimmerman moves back so that the gentleman doesn’t fall on him, then looks up with wild, confused eyes. You stand in front of the floored man, a broken bottle in hand. Your chest, which is accentuated by your corseted dress, rises and falls quickly.

Your eyes meet the Sheriff’s and he steps up to you as everyone in the room goes silent. He says your name, soft and purposeful. You watch as he approaches you. 

“Let me have that,” Zimmerman says, reaching for the jagged bottle top. You move away. He pauses, then says your name again. 

“The fucker came at me,” you say quickly. You gesture to your arm. “He grabbed me right here, right here–”

“If he tries again, I’ll shoot ‘im,” Zimmerman says in that honest tone of his. You know he’s not lying to you like all the other men in this town do. “Give me to bottle, I don’t want you t’cut yourself.”

You exhale softly, then hand it over. Zimmerman looks at the man on the ground. His head is bleeding where you hit him, and he’s groaning softly. He’s covered in beer and broken glass, and you clench your jaw at the sight. He tries to get up, but Zimmerman nudges him back down. He groans. 

“Let him get back up,” you say, adrenaline pumping. “Let him come at me again, I swear I’ll–”

“I’ll take it from here,” Sheriff Zimmerman says firmly, looking back at you. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. His eyes dart down to your hand, the one holding the bottle. You look down too. Blood drips from your hand to the hardwood floor. You didn’t even feel it. You bring your hand up to rest against your chest carefully, letting yourself bleed onto your dress. It’ll come out, you remind yourself. It’ll come right out. 

Zimmerman grabs a pair of cuffs from his belt, then demands that the man on the ground roll onto his stomach. He does so slowly, clearly not wanting to get further hurt by the glass, but the Sheriff doesn’t seem to care all that much about the glass as he leans down and chains the man’s wrists together. He yanks him up to his feet, then starts towards the door. You let out another shaky breath, then look around the saloon. 

“Get back to your drinks,” you say grimly. You turn away as the music starts back up. You throw the bottle top into the trash, then reach for the broom with trembling hands. Your hand. You feel it, now, the sharp, throbbing pain in it, and pause. One of the barkeeps approaches you with a small smile. 

“I’ll get the mess,” she says to you. “Go wash up.”

You nod, then silently move upstairs to your quarters. There’s an angry lump in your throat. The audacity of that man, you think as you start the water in your washroom. The fucking nerve of him to put his hands on me. I should’ve jammed that broken bottle right into his–

You shake your head as you pull some alcohol from the cupboard and unscrew the top. 

“Fuckin’ Zimmerman,” you whisper. You pour the alcohol over the cut, cringing as you do. “I had it all under-control. Everything was under fuckin’ control.”

The sun has almost completely set, now, and when you put your hand beneath the warm running water, you glance out the window at the town you love so dearly. You really do find this town beautiful and full of hope – if only the men would stop treating you like garbage. 

How many times have you had to defend yourself like this? How many times have you had to push back or pull away or tell a man off? What a curse it is to live in a time where men don’t know how to treat a goddamn woman right.

Still, life goes on. The saloon draws in money, enough for you to keep this place open and thriving. You’ve made a name for yourself out here. You know damn-near everyone’s drink orders by heart, you know names and faces, you know the different walks of life your patrons come from. That’s a gift, being able to hold all of it.

But sometimes you’re tired, and tonight is one of those nights. You dry off your hand and wrap it up, not knowing how much time has passed. On your way back downstairs, you hear feet coming up. The footfall is heavy – a man’s. Your heart surges, and you consider turning back, going to get your gun, but it’s pointless when you see who it is. You exhale. 

“You fuckin’ scared me, Zimmerman,” you huff as the Sheriff ascends the steps. He offers you a smile. 

“You’ve got a filthy mouth, ma’am,” he tells you as he continues towards you. 

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” you say, crossing your arms. Zimmerman stops on the step beneath yours, but he’s so tall that you still have to tilt your head to look him in the eye like this. His smile widens. 

“I thought about you all day long, miss.”

The corner of your mouth turns up. You hate how soft he makes you, but you also fucking love it.

“All day? How’s that?”

“Well,” the Sheriff starts, sliding his hands over your hips, “I woke up and thought about you while I washed up. Then, I thought about you while I got dressed, and headed down to the jail, and–”

“Alright, alright,” you say, pushing at his chest. “Enough’a that.”

Zimmerman catches your wrist. His smile fades slightly. 

“Your hand. It’s alright?”

You nod. 

“Just a small cut,” you say. 

“I’m glad you got ‘im before I did,” he says. You sigh. You know what he means. 

“I know,” you say, looking away. Zimmerman squeezes your hips. 

“Lookit me.” You do. “I’m here to give you a good time.”

Somehow, that lump in your throat is back. Are you angry, still? Or is it something else, do you think? You’ve got half a mind to wrap your arms around him and cry. That’s so unlike you. He knows you’re sweet on him, though, and he is, too. He’d probably welcome any crying, any tears you’ve got in you, but you just can’t. 

“A good time. Zimmerman, what–”

“Don’t call me that,” the Sheriff says quietly. It’s a soft request. A prayer. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck. 

“Flip.”

“Mm.”

“What’re you gonna do to show me a good time, Flip?”

“The same thing I do everytime.”

“No. Give me more than that.”

Flip looks taken aback. His brows furrow slightly. 

“More?”

“That’s right. More. I give all’a myself to this town just to be met with perverts and angry prostitutes and people tryin’ to take down my business, so yes.” You clench your jaw and bring your hands to his cheeks. “I want more.”

Flip glances at your lips, then presses his firmly against them. You sigh, letting your body move forward against his. You pull yourself into him, kissing him back with fervor. 

“I’ll give ya whatever you want, sweetheart,” Flip breathes in-between kisses as you grab onto his collar and tug him up the stairs with you. He goes willingly, and when you reach the top step, Flip pulls you down the hallway to get to your quarters. He turns the handle, and the two of you move inside. He kicks it shut behind him. You unbuckle his belt and toss it aside, letting his gun and other things clatter on the dresser. You unbutton his shirt quickly. 

“Get me out of this dress,” you tell him. He begins to undo it, kissing you again. He lets out a soft grunt against your mouth. He must know that you need this. He must be alright with that. The thought makes you want to weep. 

Flip pulls your dress off and throws it aside, then tugs your shift up over your head, leaving you bare in front of him. You reach down to undo your boots and toss them aside while he shrugs off his shirt. Your body is properly revealed to him when you get your boots off and stand up straight. Flip looks you up and down as you move towards him, and he puts his hands on your cheeks. 

“Prettiest girl in the West,” he says. He kisses you, then, and you never were a religious woman, but this is how you imagine Heaven. If you were to die tonight, you’d die happy and needed. Flip Zimmerman always makes you feel that way. Christ, maybe Heaven isn’t a place, but a feeling. Maybe it’s the way the sunset turns the sky pink and orange. Maybe it’s the way the saloon feels after nine o’clock when the drinks are strong and the music is loud. Or, maybe it’s the way Flip Zimmerman holds your face like you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever seen – like you're the only woman around.

Either way, you’re here now, and you have him like this, and anything else happening outside of this room is unimportant. You get on the bed and Flip follows after you eagerly. 

“Take the rest of your clothes off and get over here,” you tell him, leaning back and watching as he undresses. He chuckles softly. 

“You’re mighty bossy tonight.”

“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” you tell him. “I’ve got a lot that I want.”

Flip finishes undressing, his cock hard and proud, you see, and you beckon him towards the bed. He gets on top of you easily and nudges himself against your core. You spread your legs further for him, inviting him to press on.

One of your hands moves up to hold onto his hair, and the other hand rests on his shoulder. You lean up and nibble at his jaw as he presses his tip inside of you. You inhale sharply, then let out a satisfied hum. 

“C’mon, Sheriff,” you breathe, “give it to me rough.”

Flip smiles against you, then thrusts the rest of the way in. You gasp again, brows furrowing.  “Oh, right there,” you sigh. “Right there, give me more, Flip.”

Flip draws his hips back, then pushes them forward again. Your body bounces with each fast thrust. His cock hits your sweet spot over and over and over, and your moans get louder each time. Surely they can hear you downstairs, but you don’t care. How could you when you’ve got Flip like this? How could you, when he’s making you feel this fucking good? You tug at his hair. 

“Is this – Mmm – enough?” Flip asks as he fucks you harshly. You tug on his hair again. 

“Yes, it’s enough, Zimmerman. M-Making me sound n-needy . . . Oh, fuck . . .”

“Not needy,” Flip shakes his head. “Just a woman w-who knows what she wants.”

Your grip on him tightens. He gets you. You like to pretend that he doesn’t sometimes, but he truly does. There’s not another man like Flip Zimmerman. You’ll never need another man as badly as you need him. Hot tears spring into your eyes. 

You’ll never love another man the way you love him. 

“I like a man who u-understands,” you breathe. You smile at him as he pounds into you. Your core clenches around his cock, begging him for more, and he obliges without needing to be told. He gets it. Whatever it is, he gets it. You can always count on that. 

You wrap your legs around him as you pull him closer. You hold him against you, keeping his firm body against yours. It almost feels like an embrace, holding him like this. It almost feels perfect. It almost feels like Heaven. 

“Please,” you breathe. 

“I know, sweetheart,” Flip grunts. He’s close. You moan. 

“Mm, please!”

“I’m almost there,” Flip promises. Sweat beads at his hairline as he continues, and you groan. 

“Fuck, fuck . . . Flip!”

You feel him pull out suddenly, and he grunts as he jerks his cock until he’s cumming across your stomach with a moan. His eyes flutter and his cheeks flush. You love seeing him come undone for you. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you look up at him. You tuck a few pieces of hair behind his ears, then smile at him. 

“How was that?” Flip asks. He goes to grab his handkerchief off of the floor, but you stop him. You don’t want him to pull away just yet. You nod, then kiss him again, blissed out from what he gave to you. You moan quietly against his mouth. 

“More than enough, Sheriff.”

Tagging a few friends: @mrs-gucci @babbushka @safarigirlsp

rynwritesstuff, 2025 | Divider by saradika-graphics

[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."

****

sextember taglist: @rynwritesstuff @safarigirlsp @babbushka

if you'd like to be tagged in future sextember works, please let me know via comment on this post or the original sextember post!

[cas-backwards-tie]

ADCU Masterlist

A/N: Just making a separate masterlist for this because I have a fair number of these and also there's a bunch of different characters!

Kylo Ren

Call Me Kylo | Officer!Reader ↠ You're tasked with getting the Commander's signature to finish your assignment. Unfortunately, you can't find the Commander anywhere.

Correspondence ↠ The Supreme Leader has a lot on his plate, leading him to neglect certain things... like himself, for example.

Nothing But A Monster | Vampire! AU ↠ Forced to accept help from a mysterious stranger, you find yourself in a predicament of sorts.

It’s The Small Things ↠ Kylo finds your optimism odd in place of the First Order.

The Meaning Of Care | Officer!Reader ↠ Kylo Ren takes care of you when you're sick? That's something you never would've seen coming.

Clyde Logan

Pinball & Motels ↠ Roadtrips, A present for Clyde, and the one-bed trope? What more could you ask for?

A Day Off ↠ Clyde finally takes a well-deserved day off.

Flip Zimmerman

Frenzied Rendezvous* ↠ Flip finally has his way with you after enduring your teasing all night long.

Pale

Early Mornings ↠ Pale wakes up to find you making breakfast. It's like you plan on staying or something. Wait... do you plan on staying?

Solo Triplets

A Quiet Night ↠ The boys want to take you out on a proper date.

Ben Solo

Fairytale Mess* ↠ Sleeping with Ben Solo doesn't seem like such a bad idea when you're both under the influence.

Paul Sevier

Extraordinary ↠ Paul attempts to go out and have a social nigh. After everything that's happened... things haven't changed him that much, have they?

Daniel Jones

Late Night Confessions ↠ Dan wakes you up with a drunken phone call.

Multi-Character

headcanons

Breakup Headcanons

[kiss-me-muchoo]

Don’t mamen, I lied. Somehow… my crush with Adam Driver is back. I was in love with him at 16 and now I’m 20 and fuck me, but oh- well…

As the good Star Wars fan I’ve been since kindergarten, yes… I’m doing fanfiction for Kylo Ren🫦one shots coming filled with cringe

I mean I already did one, but I’ll make part two and then another little story🤑 plus, I literally was assigned to see BlacKKKlansman for a film class I’m taking… destiny’s on my side🤰🏻

I couldn’t stop wondering what was that adorable penguin’s name and birthday 😻👆

[juniperwoodwell]

Just a reminder that my requests are open for all the characters I have listed on my profile.

Please send any and all requests and I'll do my best to write them!

Ps: I will be adding 10 new characters to my master list tomorrow so stay tuned for that!

And yes I do have a tag list, DM me or comment below if you'd like to be added.

-Juni

[ladyinwriting18]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @thegreatwicked !

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently 32! There will be more! Also some of the fics I've written are old. I'm talking 2013 old lol

2. What's your total A03 word count? .........237,027 Fuck that's a lot of words LOL

3. What fandoms do you write for? A LOT LOL Mainly Star Wars and other characters played by Adam Driver. But I've also written for Marvel, House of The Dragon, Game of Thrones and Once Upon A Time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A Place To Escape (NSFW Multi-Chapter Kylo x OC/Completed)

I Want Another (NSFW One Shot/ Aemond "One-Eye" TargaryenxYou

Missing The Taste Of You (NSFW One Shot/ Kylo x Reader)

The Gift (NSFW One Shot/ Sandor Clegane x Reader)

The Principal's Office (NSFW One Shot/ Modern Day Kylo x Reader) IDK WHY THIS HAS SO MANY KUDOS I DON"T THINK THIS ONE SHOT IS ANY GOOD LOL

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love talking to my readers and honestly every comment that gets left on one of my stories touches my heart!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh.....I don't think I have any. Most of my fics are smutty one shots that end happy ;) lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I would say A Place To Escape because I worked the hardest writing that fic and Kylo and Evangeline go through A LOT before their happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really. I once had someone comment that I must be jealous of Rey cause I write KyloxReader fics but I'm also a Reylo sooooo. But I'm sure there are people out there that talk shit about me and my writing lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? YES. All of the smut all of the time.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Nope. Well.....once I wrote that Heath Ledger's Joker falls through a wormhole into the real world of NYC were me and my two best friends find him and taken him home......Don't ask....and no you can't find that fic anywhere LOL

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! Not for awhile now but they're deff fun to do!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Jesus idk...there's so many.... Prob Sandor x Sansa cause I've loved them the longest.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Most likely Darkness Into Light. It's never been released but it's a multi-chapter Kylo x reader fic where reader is also an apprentice of Snoke's and Rey tempting Kylo back to the light causes all these problems. I've had the story planned out and semi-written for years now. I love my ideas for it but I don't think I'll ever have the time or energy to finish it/put it out there to the world.

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like I'm mostly known for my smut writing abilities because I not only write smutty fics but also write smutty audios. Most of my followers call me "smut goblin" lol But I have been told that I'm good at writing about powerful emotions connected with SA. And that I'm good at the characterization of various characters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I'm too hard on myself and I think I suck. I also think I'm awful at writing descriptors. Like describing what clothing looks like or a place or things like that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I've done it a little bit in A Place To Escape. I wanted Evangeline to have a native language that she used once or twice that Kylo wouldn't understand. But I ended up just using Italian words because.....reasons lol

19. First fandom you wrote for? Oh god....I'm not even sure now because I've been writing for so long. But when it comes to my Ao3 it would be Once Upon A Time (Rumbelle for life!)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Gonna have to say A Place To Escape because I put my heart and soul into that fic. And it's also the first ever multi-chapter thing I EVER finished.

No pressure tags! @simpremerat @weareallstoriesintheend @just-some-random-blogger @late-to-the-party-81 I feel like I'm forgetting people.....I'm so sorry my brain is legit trash at remembering people's usernames!

But if I tagged you, then I've read your stuff and I adore it! -Lady In Writing

[jynzandtonic]

YOURE BACK!! omg for the first time in months i have stuff to catch up on 🥹 do you have any active adam driver accounts to follow?? everyone i follow is either inactive or left and i need more content!! <3

I'M BACK!! I've missed writing and simping and connecting with other Adam peeps on here.

ALRIGHT LET'S DO A ROLL CALL! If you're still on here and posting Adam content drop your blog in the comments and we can get a list going!

[brideofkylosolo]

Day 7 of 12 Days of Smutty/Fluffy Fanfics is up. Hope you all enjoy it

[heartshapedbabydolls]

I know your wife and she wouldn’t mind!

[rynwritesstuff]

Can you please do something like your first time with Flip and how he’d treat you? Or when he first realizes he’s in love with you? Thank you 🖤

Absolutely! Enjoy these headcanons :)

Flip Zimmerman x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, loss of virginity

You and Flip have been going out for a few months, and you have yet to sleep together. He wants you, of course. Who wouldn’t? You’re kind, funny, talented, and unbelievably beautiful. 

He doesn’t want to pressure you, though. He would never do that. His parents raised him to be a gentleman, and he knows that things will happen when they’re meant to happen, so he’s fine with waiting a little bit. 

When things begin to heat up one night, Flip is very quick to ask you if this is something you truly want. You tell him Yes. Of course. 

He undresses you, and you undress him, and both of you are so fucking aroused. His hands – his big, wonderful, rough hands – are all over you. He touches your hips, your thighs, your ass, your sides, your breasts . . . Pretty much anywhere he can get his hands on. 

His dick is huge and red and leaking, and you’re half tempted to sink to your knees and try to take him in your mouth, but you’ve never even had a cock in your pussy before, so you know your lack of experience would likely not make for a pleasurable experience for Flip. 

He knows what to do, though. What to say. Where to touch you. How to position the two of you. He’s so smart, your Flip. Such a caring, gentle soul. 

When he pushes into you, you feel him throbbing through the condom, and this seems to make everything so much hotter. He wants you so badly, and he isn’t shy about saying it. 

He isn’t shy about making sounds, either. He grunts and sighs and moans in your ear as he rolls his hips, and it only adds to the whole experience. You’re basking in the sheer pleasure and intimacy of this . . . And then Flip starts to rub your clit.

You sigh and moan for him, and he’s getting close from hearing your babbling and begging. 

When Flip cums, he’s loud, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and he’s all yours. You tug at his hair gently as you cum, too, pussy spasming and clenching around his cock. 

And God, the way he looks at you when everything is over . . . There is love in his eyes. Love. Pure, unadulterated love. 

You touch his cheek and kiss him deeply, grateful that you were able to share your first time with him.

[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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Call for Requests | Fanfictions

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wOPUf0C

by CatchYouInTheRye

I want to write more for direct requests I get, since they often drive me in a new direction - which is exciting. It can be any situation you imagine, certain smutty stuff etc. etc. All is welcome!

Words: 110, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: House M.D., Star Wars - All Media Types, Criminal Minds (US TV), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), NCIS, White Noise (2022), Marriage Story (2019), BlacKkKlansman (2018), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Fire Emblem Series

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steven Grant (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Jason Gideon, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin, Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo, Ziva David, Timothy McGee, Abby Sciuto, Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson (House M.D.), Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman (House M.D.), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Flip Zimmerman, Charlie Barber, Jack Gladney

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Jane Foster (Marvel)/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Spencer Reid/Reader, Emily Prentiss/Reader, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Reader, Anakin Skywalker/Reader, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader, Padmé Amidala/Reader, Jethro Gibbs/Reader, Anthony DiNozzo/Reader, Greg House/Reader, James Wilson (House M.D.)/Reader, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Reader, Charlie Barber/Reader, Flip Zimmerman/You, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, One Shot Collection

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wOPUf0C

[strangunddurm]

Honour thy Father

Pairing: Flip Zimmerman x fem!reader

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: Age gap (reader is if age), sexual harassment (maybe idk), PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, possessive, mentions DUI

A/N: okaaaayyy so last repost of this. I’ve been having trouble with my fics not showing up under the hashtags but I think (hope) I’ve solved it.

Your father was the Deputy Chief of the CSPD, and with that came a larger involvement with the police department than you would care to have. Your father’s goal was to one day be the Chief of Police and he was constantly trying to impress all the right people and make sure that he was *well-liked*. This meant a too large number of BBQ’s and get-togethers being hosted at your house.

Heeding your father’s word wasn’t all that hard up until you layed eyes upon Flip. Flip Zimmerman was an enigma. He wanted to fuck you. You knew it. You could see it so clearly in his eyes.

Of course, you also knew it because he had fucked you. The first time you met he had fucked you in your childhood bedroom, 40 minutes after you had been introduced. It would’ve been quicker if your mother hadn’t called you away the first time you had tried to sneak up the stairs.

He had taken you in the bed that still had the same pink bedsheets as when you were 14 and still turning coy over the thought of kissing a boy on the cheek. He had spread you open, hooked his arms under your knees and then drilled into you so deeply that you could still feel him days later. You’d had trouble staying quiet, moans slipping out when he hit just the right spot inside of you over and over again until stars were painted behind your eyelids. His hand had covered your mouth in a somewhat unsuccessful attempt to quiet you.

Unfortunately, Flip seemed to have found some sort of moral compass after that and refused to dip his finger into your *honey pot* again. Not for your lack of trying. Your dresses and shorts had become more and more scandalous in an attempt to get Flip to give in, but unfortunately it wasn’t working.

He hadn’t given you a reason for why he couldn’t fuck you again, he just made up excuses whenever he was alone with you for why he had to leave.

A normal person would’ve taken a hint and given up, but not you. Especially not after you “accidentally” felt his large bulge brush up against the crevace of your ass when he passed you by the grill once. Flip wasn’t exactly lacking in the dick department, but there was no mistaking how hard he got around you.

You suspected that your father might’ve had the usual “Don’t touch my daughter if you want to keep your job” talk to the department but you didn’t really care. You wanted Flip and he wanted you. Therefore, you were going to have him, no matter what your father said.

Flip was in possession of a gift that could make just about anyone weak in the knees if they ever got a taste of his cock. He was big, the biggest you’d ever had. He had stretched your walls with a burn that was addicting, and you had craved it ever since.

You weren’t usually like this. On the contrary, you liked to think that people would chase you and not the other way around. But Flip was worth the chase. Maybe he liked it. Maybe he got off on the thought of you persuing him. Maybe he would lay awake at night, tugging at his cock as he thought about you. You hoped he did, because you certainly thought about him as you fingered yourself after you went to bed.

You thought that luck was on your side when Flip came lumbering through the front door after your father on a Wednesday. Apparently they needed to discuss some case they had but had ran over time at the station. Your mother had this rule that she expected everybody to be home for dinner at six o’clock every weekday. You had despied this rule when you were younger but you were loving it in that moment as it had caused your father to invite Flip over for dinner.

You were seated next to him, right across from your mother and father. You could tell that he was tense, shifting uncomfortably in his seat whenever you would glance over at him.

You pretended like nothing had happened between the two of you. Nothing at all. But you could feel your drenched panties as you smiled at him coyly.

“Are you okay, Flip?” A concerned hand was placed on his shoulder. You could feel his heavy heaves under your touch.

“I’m fine.” He sent you a tight-lipped smile and you gave him a comforting pat before returning your hand to your lap.

Flip excused himself after dinner, claiming to need a cigarette before he and your father continued with their work. You slinked out after him quietly through the back door while your parents conversed quietly in the kitchen.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You got straight to the point. Flip looked up startled, he hadn’t heard anybody following him out to the back porch, too lost in his own thoughts to notice your quiet footsteps pitter pattering after him.

“I haven’t been avoiding you.” He sounded so tired, so defeated, with a heavy sigh being exhaled as he lit the cigarette he had been holding in his hand.

“We both know you have.” You leaned against the house wall, watching him whilst you kept your distance. He had an unreadable look upon his face and you wondered what was going on behind those eyes.

He was gazing at you with that same look in his eyes that he’d had the first time you met him. The look that made your walls clench and push throb.

“You shouldn’t be out here.”

“It’s my house.” Another beat of silence. It was like he was having an internal argument with himself over what to say next. Perhaps the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other were having a tug-o-war.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” Flip breathed out as he took a step closer after a deep inhale of his cigarette.

“I know.” You smiled up at him in delight. It wasn’t exactly news to you. You weren’t as oblivious as you acted sometimes, you were fully aware of your actions and the effect they had.

“Of course you do.” Another deep drag of the cigarette.

“Are you gonna fuck me tonight?” Flip spluttered and coughed mid-inhale as he registered your words. You watched him in indifference, acting as normal as ever, as if you asked him about the weather.

“Jesus Christ, don’t say that.” He hissed at you. Flip came closer with one large breath and his hand raised as if he was going to use it to shush you but it fell down before he could.

“What?” You wondered how long you could play this innocent act for. You enjoyed seeing him squirm. It brought you an indescribable satisfaction knowing that you were the one with just the tiniest leverage, the tiniest amount of control.

“Somebody could hear you.”

“They wouldn’t care.” They would.

“No, you’re dad would definitely care.”

“So, he had the talk with you?” Flip winced slightly. He was tapping his foot against the wood deck, the sound of it filling the air whenever there was a moment of silence between you.

“You could say that.”

“You shouldn’t listen to what he says,” you pause for a beat. “I never do.” You were so close to him now that you could smell the faint trace of cologne under the heavy blanket of smoke.

He didn’t seem put off by your closeness. Not at all; in fact, he shifted even closer to you so that you were practically chest to chest. Heat was radiating off of him in waves.

“You don’t work for him.”

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Flip let out such a deep sigh at your question that you thought he might deflate right then and there.

He didn’t respond. He had a bad habit of not responding to your questions. Instead, he watched you with such intensity behind his eyes that you almost felt like cumbusting. You couldn’t deciper what he was thinking, but you didn’t really need to. You could read his body language like it was front-page news. You could practically see the hard bulge between his legs pulsing.

“I thought you liked fucking me, Flip?” You whispered with an innocent smile. “I miss your thick cock pumping into me. Fucking me while my parents are downstairs.” His body practically vibrated from your words and he let out a soft groan. His hand migrated toward you, coming so close to you that you could feel it hover over your leg, but never fully touching you.

“Didn’t you like how my wet pussy felt? How deep you fucked me?”

“Stop it.” His tone was curt and didn’t leave any room for talking back but you didn’t need to say anything. You knew as well as him that you were all he could think about, day in and day out.

“Do you want me to?” He didn’t answer once again so you decided to just leave it at that. You spun around on your heel and marched back in the house.

-

It felt like lip was everywhere you went. He was there behind every turn and hiding behind every door. There were so many moments where you could’ve teased him, could’ve gotten him to give in to what both of you wanted, but you wanted to make a game out of it.

That’s were Kyle came in. Kyle was the perfect boy-next-door type of guy that your parents had practically begged you to date. Perhaps it was a bit mean of you to string him along as you did but you were desperate. You knew that the news of your new “relationship status” was bound to reach Flip eventually. Your father was known for sharing unnecessary information whenever he really got going so he was bound to talk about it at some point.

You had your fun with Kyle. He was a nice guy, but maybe that was the problem, he was too nice. He went along with everything you said, aiming to please you however he could but it was all too sweet. Or well, the problem was that you didn’t want *him,* you wanted somebody else entirely. Plus, you thought the whole, dating-Kyle-to-make-Flip-jealous went on for far too long. There hadn’t been a reason for Flip to come over and he didn’t seem to be coming over, storming with rage, as you had thought he would.

But Kyle turned out to not be as sweet as you thought he was, and you found this out in the worst possible way. A call from the station was the last thing you were expecting when you picked up the phone, at least seeing how it wasn’t a call from your dad. No, it was Kyle pleading with you to come bail him out as he was currently being held under DUI charges. You wondered if Kyle was either stupid or brave having called your house seeing how it was a Saturday night. He knew that both of your parents would be home and that either of them could’ve answered the phone.

You didn’t go there to bail him out, far from it. You didn’t even want to see Kyle, but it gave you the perfect excuse for going to the station, other than seeing your dad. Flip, being the workaholic that he was, was bound to be at the station, despite it being the weekend.

You knew your way through the station like it was the back of your hand. Thankfully, the station was quiet. Quieter than it should be, but that was working in your favour at the moment so you weren’t exactly going to complain.

You saw him before he saw you. He was hunched over an endless stack of paperwork with a cigarette in his hand, looking somewhat troubled as he was talking to one of the other detectives.

He looked up startled when you knocked on the glass door.

He didn’t look happy to see you. Didn’t smile or wave or even move. Instead, his brow furrowed and he looked at you in that way he always did.

He did shoot out of his chair when you finally opened the door and he seemed to realise that you were in fact there in person. The other two men that were in the room with him watched you with wonder as you stood in the doorway and greeted them with a bright smile and a wave. Of course, you recognised their tired looking faces but their names were evading you at that moment

“Hello!” They exchanged a smile before offering you a ‘Hi’ in return.

“What are you doing here? You know your Daddy’s not here.”

“He’s not?” It was an innocent question, after all your father wasn’t there. But the way that your eyes refused to leave Flip’s form as your replied was definitely not. Flip’s eyes widened at your words, casting a hasty look at the men before he scrambled to get on his feet and usher you out of the room.

You could hear the two men’s barking laughs despite Flip having slammed close the door after him. He didn’t let you say anything before he grabbed a hold of your upper arm and hauled you into the closest room available.

It was an old storage room, littered from floor to ceiling with boxes filled with old case files and evidence. Flip made sure to look the door behind you two before turning around to face you and leaning his broad back against the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m visiting my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Are you jealous?” He was and he wasn’t, his eyes revealing an all-telling tale.

“He’s not your boyfriend.”

“So, you’ve heard about him.” You flashed another smile, but stayed on your side of the metaphorical line drawn in the sand. You even took a few steps back before turning around and walking further into the maze of paper stacks as you continued to conversation. You could hear Flip follow you; felt him behind you with every step.

“What are you doing with him?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know you don’t want him.”

“Is that so?” You asked absentmindedly.

“We both know so.” His touch burned as he grabbed a hold of your upper arm, spinning you around and backing you into one of the shelves. His nose skimmed across your neck as he took a deep inhale, filling his senses with the intoxicating smell of you.

“I could take you right here.” Flip said, his voice tainted with lust as he pressed up against you.

“My boyfriend wouldn’t like that.”

“Stop talking about him.” A kiss was pressed against your jugular and you let out a whine.

You pushed him a way with a gentle shove against his chest.

“I thought you didn’t want this anymore?” You smiled at him with that sort of smile that let him know that you knew exactly what his reply would be; it was obvious, after all.

“I never said that.”

“You sure made it seem like it.” You said as you crossed your arms in front of you, cocked your hip, and tilted your head as you leered at him.

“You know why we can’t, your fathe-”

“I thought I made it clear that I don’t care what my father thinks.”

Another pause left hanging without a reply. Flip was just a breath away from you, so close you could taste it. You wanted him to lose control. You wanted him to take you right there. You wanted him to lay his claim on you so that everybody knew you were Flip Zimmerman’s. But Flip, unfortunately, seemed to have been blessed with some sort of impeccable sort of self-control since your first time together and therefore would be doing no such thing at the time.

All he gave you was a kiss. It was a perfect kiss, so laced with lust and heat that it left you trembling long after he had left you alone in the storage room to eventually find your way to Kyle and the lonely cell he was housed in.

-

There was a loud pounding on the front door that startled you out of the daydream you’d been having. It was late at night and you were left to your own vices, having been left behind by your parent’s as they went out to dinner with some important person whom you had never heard of.

You approached the door in fear, heart racing as you thought over all of the possible people who could be on the other side of the door. You had grabbed the pocker by the fireplace, ready to wield it like a baseball bat, just incase the person turned out to be a foe and not a friend.

It was at times like this that you wished there was a window that you could peak out of to see who it was

You let out a frustrated sigh when you heard your name being called, recognising that unforgettable voice.

You wrenched open the door, growling out a angry “*what*?”

Flip didn’t reply with words. He was so far gone beyond words, all he could do was show you how he felt, show you through his actions the heat that burned within him whenever he looked at you.

He pressed his lips against yours, fuel by the anger that had been building within him ever since he had heard about you and that *boy*. Flip wouldn’t necessarily label himself as a possessive man, but there was just something about knowing that you weren’t his but somebody else's.

You were more than happy to let his lip dominate yours, small whines of pleasure and desperation slipping out every now and then. Your hands were all over each other, gripping and ripping the clothes of your back in a frenzy. It was a miracle that you made it up the stairs and down the hall to your room with how oblivious you were to your surroundings.

The back of your knees hit the bed with a thump and Flip pushed you down so you were sitting and then laying down on your back, gazing up at him, breath heavy with anticipation as he loomed over you.

You let out a giggle in excitement, waiting for him to make another move, craving his touch like no other. He spread your legs with a steady hand before stepping in between them.

You were a map and he was a captain, his hands tracing over your skin, exploring every crevice that he could reach. He was admiring all of you in your beauty; lips puffy and hair wild. You let out a giggle as he pressed his hips flushed against yours, that obvious bulge between his legs being hard to miss through your pyjama pants. His hands were toying with the waistband of them, tethering at the edge, ready to delve in.

“Changed your mind?” You sent him a teasing smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you looked up at him.

Flip took his time answering and for a second you almost expected him to say yes.

“No... No, I haven’t.”

“Good.”

You grabbed a hold of his shirt, dragging him down to connect your lips once more. His hands glided to the side of your hips, grasping and massaging them with each drag of his tongue against yours.

You let out a sigh as his hand finally found its way past fabric and came in contact with the place where you wanted him the most. An electric current ran through you, from your cunt to your cerebrum.

Flip’s fingers were just as skill-full as the first time you had felt them exploring through your lips, collecting the wetness that lingered there with a drag of his fingers.

“You’re so wet for me.” He whispered in your ear and you let out a moan in response that turned into a whine as he withdrew entirely from you as he straightened up.

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Flip I-” You were about to plead, to beg with him to come back but he wouldn’t let you.

“Touch yourself.”

Your hand had made its way into your pyjama pants and to your clit in just a few short seconds. The pads of your fingers circled your clit softly, drawing pleasure from yourself.

You stayed there, lazily letting your finger run through your folds and over your swollen nub. Flip watched your every move, every roll of your fingers, as he removed the last few pieces of his clothing, pants dropping to the ground with a clink of his belt.

He was glorious, standing in front of you with a heaving chest, cock bobbing in between his legs. He was so thick, so long, and your mouth salivated at the sight of him. You wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything in your life before.

Once your fingers were coated thoroughly in your wetness you let them dip into you, caressing your walls with long, languid strokes.

Your other hand came up to caress your bare breasts that had lost their cover somewhere in the hallway. The tips of your fingers twisted and turned your nipple, tugging gently as you kept working the hand between your legs. The palm of your hand kept grinding against your clit with every shallow thrust that you yearned to be much deeper. You remembered the feel of his fingers, how they had felt when he had taken you in that very same room so many weeks before.

“You like that, sweet girl?” His words felt like a gust of wind stroking your skin as they washed over you.

“Yes!” You replied in a shallow breath, back arching and foot hitching up to rest on the edge of the bed before falling to the side to allow your hand room to roam. It felt like your fingers were the deepest they had ever been, but it still wasn’t enough. You needed Flip, you needed his fingers to brush against that soft, sweet spot inside of you that your fingers were just out of reach of. You would always remember the feel of him, of the callouses on his fingers, how every ridge felt as he explored your walls with expert strokes, bringing you to the edge in a way you had never experience before.

“Flip, please-” You pleaded with him. He was so close yet so far away from you, just barely out of reach as he took in the sight of you.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me.”

“Is that it?” A teasing smile took over your face as he leered at you.

“No! I want you to fuck me, please, Flip.”

His hand came in contact with your skin once more. Sliding from your knee to your inner thigh and towards its apex. You were so ready for his touch, eagerly withdrawing your fingers from yourself so that he could replace them with his own.

“You should see yourself,” You knew that you must’ve been a sight to see, so drunk with lust. “So pretty.”

His fingers ghosted over your clit ever so briefly before sliding down to your opening, prodding softly.

“You’re so ready for me.” You were more than ready for him. It was as if this was the thing you had waited for your entire life, the first time had just been a teaser, this time... this time would be different.

Flip slid a single finger in at first, pumping it in and out with slow thrusts, watching your face closely to see the effect he had on you.

Your hips bucked, needing to feel even more of him, but still basking in the blissful feeling of whatever he gave you.

In and out, in and out.

He seamlessly transitioned adding another finger, letting them drag over your ridged walls.

“You like that?” Flip asked with a hum and a smile.

“Yes!” You were practically breathless, your body chasing the high that you knew would be coming.

“Then you’re going to love this.”

Flip grasped the base of his thick and heavy cock, holding it steady as he slid it through your wetness, coating it in your essence. He was torturing you; your entire body was almost buzzing from the anticipation, it felt like it was eating you up, swallowing you whole.

“Put your other leg up.” You were quick to obey, your legs falling open like a butterfly’s wings for him, welcoming him in between your legs even more.

He slapped the tip of his cock against your clit three times, your entire body jolting at the sudden feeling of it Despite the anticipation of it all, it was still felt as sudden when he finally slipped the head of him inside of you. He pushed in, in one painfully slow thrust, burying his thick shaft inside of you. The entire room practically shook from the loud groan he let out as he split you open, your moan intertwining with it as they danced across the walls together.

“You feel so fucking good.” Flip let out a little laugh as he came to a stop, pelvis to pelvis, letting you adjust to the size of him. He loved the feeling of you, of your pulsing walls as they fluttered around him, and you loved the feeling of him just as much. It was addicting.

He waited as long as he could, finally moving as your hips started to wiggle, desperate to feel him drag through your walls, pushing against your sweet spot.

He wasn’t as sweet or as slow in his movements as he had been just mere moments before. His pace was fast, pulling back and pounding in to you with quick short strokes that echoed through the room.

“Fuck, Flip!” You grasped the sheets beneath your hans, bunching it up as you held on desperately with every bounce that wracked through your body.

“Feels so good.” You breathe out shakily between urgent thrusts.

“Yeah?” Flip cooed as he pulled back out.

“You like my cock? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

His thrusts were sharp and precise with an unyielding and steady tempo. His grip on your hips was so hard you were sure you would be able to feel him for days, in more ways than one. You would undoubtedly feel him with every step you ever took.

Flip pulled out so only the very tip of him was left in you, and then slammed back in, buried to the hilt in the furthest depths of you. You moaned and whined helplessly, breathlessly, sinfully.

‘You feel so fucking good around my cock.’ He praised in a groan. ‘So tight, Baby.’ Flip let go of your hip on one side, letting his hand trail to your bundle of nerves, circling it in tightly and sharply as he continued to pump into your dripping wet cunt. He had you pressed down into the mattress, your back arched as the sound of skin slapping and the wet squelches of your dripping wet pussy echoed around the room. It made you even more drenched; the mixture of your pleasure pooling around the base of his cock.

You admired how his muscles rippled under his skin with every flex as he pounded in and out. His head tilted back up to the ceiling, eyes fluttering close in pleasure.

His pelvis was rubbing against your clit in a delicious way, driving you toward the edge steadily.

You reached up, treading your fingers through his hair to pull him down slightly to connect your lips in a kiss. It was hungry, your need for one another portrayed in every nibble and pass of a tongue.

You knew you were close, you felt yourself slowly losing whatever composure you had left as your muscles tighten over the coiling tension. Your walls gripped him tighter and tighter until finally, your eyes rolled back as you reached your peak, walls spasming and moan bouncing around the room. You were seeing stars as your legs shook uncontrollably from the overwhelming feeling.

Flip was relentless as he continued pumping into you throughout your convulsing climax, determined to make you feel the best you ever had, although the pace was much slower than previously. His breaths were coming out in short pants whilst your own breathy moans as you trembled with every ram of his hips.

You were about to come, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge, ready to fall over when Flip withdrew from you.

“No, please, Flip!”

“Scoot up.”

You did as you were told and Flip came crawling up beside you, flopping on to his back with his dick bobbing in the air.

“Come here.” He extended his arms out to you, guiding you to sit on top of him. You sat right on top of his pelvis, your swollen clit pressed hard against it, sending jolts of pleasure through it with every small movement. You couldn’t help but rub yourself against him, it was an automatic response, an impulse that you couldn’t control. You could feel his dick resting against the crevice of your ass, nestled in there as it weaped.

Your hands rested on his chest as you looked down at him with a drunken smile. You didn’t need any sort of encouragement to move back and sink down onto him. You let out a gasp as you took all of him inside of you. It felt like he was even deeper than before, your walls greedily clinging to ever inch of him as he filled you up.

“Fuck...” Flip breathed out as you clenched around him. “Make yourself come on me.” He ordered, and you were more than happy to comply, quickly moving to the right position so you could easily bounce up and down his cock. Your hips snapped down over and over, hands on his chest to aid with every roll of your hips. This, to you, was the epitome of happiness, of life in itself as you were as close as one could be to another.

“Feel how tight you are around me. Your pussy was made for me.” Flip growled as he watched his cock disappear inside of your tight folds. It was a sight for sore eyes, something which he could happily watch for the rest of his life.

Your hands twitched and legs shook as you kept moving on top of him. You were so close, so incredibly close as you cried out every time the tip of him brushed against that sweet spot inside of you.

“Gonna fill you up,” You faintly deciphered him growling out as you were lost in the throes of pleasure, your mind hazy from the feeling of him.

Your clit was throbbing almost painfully and Flip, as courteous as he was, helped to relieve you of this pain, replacing it with pleasure as he tightly circled it in tune with your every move.

Flip took over as your movements began to falter, holding you steady as he drove his hips upwards, angling his hips slightly higher and driving in with vengeance. Finally, your pussy locked down onto his cock as your orgasm coated him, causing Flip to slow down just enough to enjoy the view of you; your face, the wrinkle between your eyebrows, the way your juices glistened around him as your walls fluttered. Your legs shook, your entire being quacking as your breath hitched and you saw stars whilst you fell apart. He drag it out, lazily thrusting up into you as you whined before he resumed his quick and sharp thrusts.

You had completely surrendered to the waves of your release, basking in it completely as you rested on Flip’s chest, cradled in his arms as drove up into you with his legs bent, feet planted on the mattress to propel himself into you, chasing his own release.

Flip’s orgasm washed over him with a deep jerk upward, spilling deeply into you with a guttural moan as he held you tightly to him. You moaned as the warmth of his cum filled your trembling pussy.

He slowed down, just lazily pumping in and out of you to completely milk himself dry as the last few moments of his orgasm raked through his body.

He angled your face up toward his, planting a sweet but possessive kiss on your lips with a smile.

It was too bad that your moment would eventually be ruined by a father’s angry hollering.