#flip zimmerman x yn

[rynwritesstuff]

Hi, can you possibly do something with either Flip or Mills being possessive and maybe an exhibitionist with you? Please and thank you 😘

Sure thing!

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, possessive language, talk of exhibitionism, general dirty talk, oral (reader receiving)

Word count: 480

You’re being pushed up against the wall before you can even tell Flip to re-lock the door. He presses his lips firmly against yours, humming quietly as he pulls your dress up. He’s whispering in your ear, telling you how badly he wanted to take you right there in the club.

“Just wanted to bend you over,” he breathes in-between kisses. “Wanted to show everyone how well my girl takes cock.”

You’re hot over his words already, cheeks warm and pussy soaked. He's bluffing, of course. There's no way in hell that Flip would share you or your body with anyone, you're his, and he is yours, and that's the way he likes it. But he knows that this kind of talk gets you wet, and he is nothing is not good at pleasing his girl.

“I would have let you,” you sigh as he tugs you towards the couch and pushes you down on it. “I would’ve let you have me right then and there.”

Flip curses softly as he kneels in front of you and pushes your legs apart. 

“That’s my girl,” he says, pulling your panties to the side and leaning forward. Your head falls back against the couch, and your hands find his hair to give it a gentle tug. 

“F-Fuck!” you exclaim as Flip swipes his tongue over your clit. You push your hips forward, giving him easier access to your pussy, and Flip squeezes your thighs tightly. 

“I just know you would have taken it so well,” he mutters, getting lost in the space between your legs. “Letting me fuck you in front of all those people . . . Mmm . . . Such a good girl . . .”

Your grip on his hair tightens, and Flip takes this as a sign to bring his fingers up and press them against your entrance. He pushes two fingers inside of you, and you groan quietly, biting your lip. 

“Be loud for me, honey,” Flip tells you. “Show me the noises you would’ve made in front of them.”

“Shit!” you cry out, orgasm building and building as he fingers you and sucks on your clit. “Flip, F-Flip, honey–!” 

He gives your thigh a gentle smack, then looks up at you. The sight alone sends you hurtling over the edge: Those big, pretty, brown eyes looking up at you. He’s such a tough man, your Flip, but here he is, on his knees for you. God, you love him . . . 

“Cum for me, baby.”

You do. You cum hard, pussy clenching and spasming around his fingers, and Flip continues to take you through the pleasure of it all. When his actions are toeing the line of overstimulating, Flip stops. He pulls his mouth and fingers away from your pussy, and you tug him up so that you can kiss him deeply. 

“I love you,” you breathe. “I love you.”

Flip smiles and puts his hands on your sides. 

“I love you, too, honey.”

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Would you please do fluff alphabet L and M for Clyde, Kylo, and Flip, please! Thank you for writing so much! You’re stiff is amazing!

here is kylo and flip, for L

Hi there! Thank you very much, I am sorry for the delay!

CW/TW: Vaguely NSFW content, mentions of alcohol

Clyde

L- Love Confession

There was no denyin’ it when Clyde was starting to fall more deeply in love with you. He simply couldn’t hide the adoration, how much he craved your kisses, no concealing, with the way he would spend the days and nights lovin’ all up on you. His hands would rub all over you, the softness of his palms on your shoulders and back, his other arm rested firm on you. When you turned around to see him, he would be blushing, his whole face lit up at the sight of you. He would be nervous at first, staring up at you with a pout and puppy-dog eyes. “What is it baby?” You’d ask him, feeling him tremble before answering you. “Darlin’, I just wanted to know-I love you.” His nervousness would fade when your eyes lit up, hands reaching for his face to stroke his beard. “Oh Clyde, I love you too.” 

Marriage 

Clyde wasn’t one to think about marriage all that much. He was faithful and loyal always to you- always made it known that he loved being in your presence, but never quite introduced the idea of marriage, even after years of being with you. Not to say that he never told you that he wanted to be with you forever, the whole idea of a big wedding and all, bridesmaids, groomsmen, the preacher, all that jazz. 

Clyde would instead offer the idea of a big party, all of yours and his friends, plenty to drink, plenty to eat, lots of dancin’. It would be a commitment ceremony, of sorts, the fun of it all reflecting what your ‘marriage’ to him would be like.

With Clyde, things were always fun, lighthearted, not a worry in the world could interrupt what you had with him. And when those anxieties arose, whether it was for you, or him, Clyde would face it together with you, keeping things not so serious, not so dark, showing you the silver lining of it all, through his jokes and kisses. There was never a doubt in your mind when with him that everything would always end up okay. 

Flip

Marriage

Flip was in love with the idea of marriage, his conversations with you about the future involved your relationship with him. From vacations, to children, careers and houses, it was all planned together, always discussed together.

Flip would be so soft about proposing, he knew you wanted it in the privacy of your home, never one to draw attention to yourself, just like him. He would make you a dinner, spread with rainbows of vegetables, sprinkled with your favorite seasonings, your favorite Cabernet sauvignon poured neatly into sparkling crystalline glass, tablecloth adorned with woven lace and floral patterns. He would wait until maybe a drink in, before coming to your side, hand locked with yours, opening the velvet-soft box, the stone a mirror as he asked you. “(Y/N), will you marry me? ” Nothing compared to him slipping the ring on your finger, kissing your knuckles, while tears spilled down your cheeks, nodding and trying to get out as much of a yes as you could. 

The wedding would be cozy and secluded in the forest, trees towering over you both, wind singing as it brushed past you both, Flip doing his best not to show that he was crying when he first saw your dress. His vows were short, but you could hear his voice cracking as he finished. 

“(Y/N), I can’t imagine my life without you. Creating memories with you has brought together everything that was missing and blank, filled every void. You are the most beautiful, kind person I have ever met. I cannot wait to spend forever with you, every moment of every day. You are my whole life, my whole being.” 

When you finally kissed him, Flip would draw you in closer, hand resting on the small of your back, the tears he allowed to fall, finally against your cheeks, your hands soft in his hair. 

Marriage would be everything you had ever dreamed of with Flip, cozy mornings together on the couch, warm breakfasts and coffee together, kisses before you left for work, nights in bed where he made love to you, each time hearing you cry out his name, before collapsing into his arms, safe and secure as always, sleep peaceful when you were with him. 

{{{also i tried 800 times to put a gift here and it didnt fucking work im sorry}}}

Kylo

Marriage

Kylo wasn’t one to be so good with showing emotions, despite the fact he loved you so much. He would do his best to convey, but still could seem so solid and numb, in a lot of ways. He didn’t catch on to what you meant at first, hinting to what you saw in the future, eventually realizing they all included him. With this, he would build up to it, as well, gestures becoming more generous, before he finally gained the courage. He was shy and quiet about the whole proposal, when he was on one knee, eyes adoringly following your, watching for your approval, before gently slipping the ring on. With your yes, he would pull you into a hug, resting his head on your shoulder, still soaking in everything. 

Kylo was lost when it came to the wedding, not knowing what a bridesmaid even was, he would listen to you talk for hours, filling notebooks with ideas, venues, songs, foods, themes. The wedding would be at a secluded winery in the mountains, your dress black, flowing past your feet, Kylo watching in infatuation when he first saw, his lips curled in that beautiful smile.

Marriage with Kylo would include lots of cuddles, in bed, on the couch, every single moment he got with you. Late nights, tipsy off of red wine, his arm on the small of your back, other hand joined with your, twirling around the kitchen with you to sappy love songs, before you both were warm, laughing messes, and would fall asleep piled on each others bodies, too distracted to remember to even pull the blankets on.

[rynwritesstuff]

Along the lines of the telling them about your kinks prompt, what about telling Flip that you want him to be extra dominant and aggressive? Please and thank you 🖤

Can do, anon! Thank you for requesting!! <3

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Contains: NSFW content, Oral (reader receiving) (because apparently I have been on an oral sex kick lmao), dominant Flip, gendered nicknames (pretty girl, best girl)

Word Count: 700

Summary: You ask Flip to be more dominant with you. He obliges.

It’s been weighing on you, this thing that you’d like to tell Flip. He’s a kind man, a gentleman, and you know deep down that even if he doesn’t want to do what it is you’re going to ask of him, he’ll still be sweet about it. He’ll still love you, because his love is unconditional. You hope it is, at least . . .

He gets home around ten, which is considered early for him, and you approach him. Flip smiles when he sees you, then leans down to slip his boots off as you walk up to him. 

“Hey, baby,” he says. “How’s my best girl?” 

There it is. That gentlemanly-ness that has always both aroused you and frustrated you at times. 

“I’m good, honey,” you say, putting your hands on his chest. He can tell immediately that there’s something you want to say, and he puts his hands on your hips, pulling your body flush against his. 

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” Flip asks, his hands wandering down to your ass so he can give it a squeeze. You reach forward, cupping his crotch gently. 

“I have a request,” you say, smirking softly to hide your nerves. Or, rather, your eagerness and excitement to hear what he says. 

Flip hums, kissing you a few times. 

“Tell me.”

You rub his crotch, pressing a bit more firmly. 

“I want you to be more . . . I don’t know . . . Aggressive with me,” you say, staring up at him as you touch him. He seems surprised, or interested at least, and you offer him a small smile. “If you’d be comfortable with that–”

Flip tugs you forward, then pins you against the wall by the front door with a bit more force than he would normally use. Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Like that?” he asks, voice low. You nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Flip,” you breathe, nodding again. “Like that.”

He looks you over for a moment before pressing his hand between your thighs. 

“I wanna taste you,” he says firmly. “Pants and underwear off. Get on the couch.” 

You hurry to listen, pussy throbbing with arousal. As you do this, Flip unbuckles his belt, tosses it to the floor, unzips his jeans, and pulls his cock out. He strokes himself as he steps towards you, a new-found wave of neediness hitting him when he sees the way you’re looking at him. 

“Good girl,” Flip tells you as you spread your legs for him. He settles between them, observing the way your entrance clenches and unclenches out of desperation for a moment before he leans in to lick up your wetness. 

You groan, hands instinctively moving down to tug and grip at his hair. He grunts into your pussy, then says: “Mm. So wet for me. You needed me bad, hm?” 

You nod even though he can’t see you, then mumble out a soft, “Y-Yes!” 

“Dirty girl needed me all fucking night, hm? Were you thinking about this?” he asks. You groan in response. He smacks your thigh. “Answer me.” 

“Yes, Flip, mmm . . . W-Was thinking about you a-all fucking evening . . .”

Flip reaches down to touch himself as he eats your pussy, and he sighs shakily before resuming his actions.

“F-Fuck, gonna cum–” 

“Ask for permission,” Flip says, cutting you off, and you have to tighten your core in order to not climax right then and there. He sucks at your clit harder. “Go on. Ask me. Beg me.”

He’s so into this, so into you, and–

“Please! Please, c-can I cum?” you ask, hips stuttering as you hold off your orgasm. 

“Mm, mhm,” Flip hums, looking up at you. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

You let go, not needing to be told twice as your orgasm crashes over you. 

“S-Shit! Fuck, Flip!” you groan, pushing your hips up against his mouth. He takes you through you orgasm, then looks up at you as he leans up and kisses you firmly. 

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he breathes. “And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. Understand?” 

You nod quickly. 

“Yes. Y-Yes, Flip. Please . . .”

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Let It Snow!

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, cumming inside, gendered nicknames (beautiful girl, pretty girl), praise, lots of ‘I love you’s’

Word Count: 920

Summary: You and Flip have sex in a cozy cabin in the middle of winter.

Author’s Note: I promise I didn’t forget about the request sitting in my inbox! Thank you for your patience! I just keep getting ideas, and I have to get them out before they leave me. This one is heavily inspired by the fact that I miss winter so badly. I’m getting tired of warm weather, and I’m very much looking forward to snow and the holidays. Anyway, my requests are indeed still open if you’d like to send one in :)) <3

“Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!” - Let it Snow, Dean Martin

The record player crackles as it switches from one song to another. It’s an older album, one from the fifties that used to belong to Flip’s dad. There are lots of records here at his family cabin, but you and Flip chose one randomly. It’s mostly instrumentals – Smooth jazz and piano music, but you most certainly aren’t complaining. 

It’s relaxing. 

The fire roars in the fireplace, and you sigh as you cuddle up against Flip’s side. It’s snowing outside, and it’s freezing here in the mountains, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. The privacy is excellent, of course, but so are the little moments. 

Like you fixing some Jiffy Pop and him coming up behind you to put his hands on your hips, or him crouched in front of the fireplace, cursing as he tries to light it up. It’s small things like that which remind you of just how lucky and in-love you are. 

You look up at Flip happily, then press your lips against his. He tastes like buttery popcorn, coffee, and cigarettes. It comforts you in a way that nothing else ever could. 

“This is so nice,” you say softly. Flip nods in agreement. “I think so, too,” he says. “I’m glad that Ma gave me the keys this weekend.” 

You smile as you kiss him again, fingers absent-mindedly fiddling with the buttons on his flannel. 

“She’s the best,” you say. 

“I know.”

Flip presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls you into his lap. You straddle him lazily, your turtleneck becoming untucked from your jeans as you swing your leg over him and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. 

“You look so pretty,” Flip tells you. “My beautiful girl . . .” 

Your smile only widens as you begin to subtly rock your hips back and forth on top of him. He grips your hips, grunting softly, and leans up to kiss you. Your hands are in his hair, on his cheeks, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. You love quick, rough, aggressive sex with your man, but you also love this: Slow, sensual, erotic sex. 

Flip tugs your turtleneck up and over your head, tossing it to the side before reaching around to unclasp your bra. Your breasts sit naturally, and he immediately begins to touch them, running his hands over you while you push his flannel off. 

“Mm. How do you want me, Flip?”

Flip reaches down to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock free, then says: “Lie down for me.” 

You nod, then stand to remove your jeans and panties before getting back on the couch and lying down like he told you to. Flip gets on top of you, cock in hand, and presses his lips firmly against yours. The wind howls and bites at the windows of the cabin, but it can’t get to the two of you. Not now. Not while all the doors and windows are locked, the curtains are closed, and you’re here with your man. 

He sighs as he presses into you, pleasure etched across his face as he begins to rock his hips. The song changes again, and your sighs and moans fill the air in-between tracks. 

“Oh . . . Fuck, Flip . . . Mmm . . .” 

Flip presses his forehead against yours, then fucks you a bit faster. Your body – bare breasts and all – begins to bounce. You groan, gripping his biceps tightly. 

“Fuck, s-shit, honey . . .” you sigh before he kisses you. 

“Mm. Love you. Love this pretty pussy . . .” Flip says softly. You tug and pull at his hair as the sound of skin-on-skin fills the living room of the cabin. “Fuck, fuck, baby.”

“I love you, too,” you sigh. “Love you s-so much . . .”

The couch begins to creak as Flip pounds you, and you let out a breathy chuckle. He looks at you funny. 

“D-Don’t . . . mm . . . Don’t break the couch, honey . . .” 

Flip huffs out a quiet laugh. 

“I won’t. And if I do, it’ll be for a good cause.”

“Your mom w-would kill you,” you breathe, nails scratching down his back. “Shhh,” Flip hums softly. “I-I’m close, don’t talk about my mother.”

You laugh again but say nothing else as he fucks you. He cums within another minute or so, and when he fills you up, you groan quietly. 

“Shit, fuck . . . Loveyousomuch . . .”

Flip nods, then kisses you again. 

“Love you more.”

He pulls out once both of you have caught your breath, and he hands you his flannel. You tug it on and wrap it around yourself, suddenly feeling a bit chilly. 

“We should bundle up when we go to bed,” Flip says, tucking his cock away. “The cabin gets cold in the mornings.”

You nod, then kiss his cheek. 

“Alright, honey.” 

Flip pulls you back into his lap as the smooth, jazzy music continues to play. You play with his hair, which is still slightly wet from when he went outside to gather wood earlier, and you scratch at his scalp until he’s practically putty in your hands. You kiss him once more. 

“I love you,” you whisper. 

He’s already asleep.

Tagging a few friends who I think might enjoy this (Let me know if anyone would like to be added to a permanent tag list!): @babbushka​ @safarigirlsp​ @lumberjack00fantasies​

[rynwritesstuff]

Omg will you please do saying I love you for the first time with Flip?? Thank you

Sure thing!

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flip being cute

Word count: 360

Summary: Headcanons about Flip saying "I love you" to you for the first time.

Part of you was waiting for him to say “I love you” in some grand, ceremonious, presenting you with flowers in the rain and confessing his deep, deep love to you. 

It doesn’t happen like that. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. 

You’re over at his house, helping him cook dinner. The two of you have made this a habit every weekend: Cooking dinner together and listening to a record or two. 

Flip is whistling along to the song currently playing, and you drop a plate on the floor. It shatters, and you startle, immediately feeling guilty.

You hurry to kneel down and gather the pieces, but Flip grabs your arm before you can do it and pulls you back gently. 

“Don’t, you’ll cut yourself,” he says. “Let me sweep it up, baby.”

You go to protest, but he’s already going to get the broom. You sigh. 

“That was a nice plate,” you say softly when he comes back. “I’m really sorry.”

Flip chuckles softly, shaking his head. 

“God, I love you,” he mutters. Your eyes widen, and you pause, completely taken aback by his words. 

“You . . . What?” you ask, almost not believing your own ears. Flip looks up at you, then, eyebrows slightly raised, and begins to stumble over his own words. 

“I, uh . . . What I meant was–” 

“I love you, too,” you say quickly. Flip’s mouth gapes open for a moment before he closes it and sets the broom aside, stepping over the glass to get to you. 

“Do you really, baby?” he asks, putting his hands on your hips gently. You nod, smiling as you touch his chest. 

“Of course I do,” you say. Flip kisses you, then, and you know all too well what this kind of kiss means.

“Mm, Flip – honey– the floor . . .”

He kisses you a few more times, then smiles widely at you. 

“I’ll clean it up, and then we’ll eat, and then we’re going to have sex for at least an hour. Okay?” 

You laugh, even though it wasn’t meant to be funny. 

“Okay, honey.”

“I love you,” Flip says again. 

“I love you, too.”

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[rynwritesstuff]

Getting undressed in front of each other for Flip please 🖤 or maybe him undressing you. Thank you

Absolutely! Thank you for requesting!

(Links for prompt lists are here, here, and here for anyone else who wants to send one [or multiple] in!!)

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Warnings: Slightly NSFW

Word count: 600

Summary: Flip sees your breasts for the first time.

It’s late when Flip’s pickup truck pulls into your driveway. You’ve got the living room curtains open, and you smile as you hop up to unlock the door for him. He steps inside a minute or so later as you’re closing the curtains. 

“Hey,” he says, shutting the door behind him and leaning down to remove his boots. 

“Hey, baby,” you say, approaching him. He stands up straight after setting his boots on the mat, and you smile at him. He hums, putting his hands on your hips. 

“How was work?” you ask, resting your hands on his chest. He kisses you, then says,

“Long. Tiring.”

You hum, pressing your mouth against his again. 

“Anything I can do to help you relax?” you ask. Flip’s hands are resting at the small of your back, and you're trying to ignore how wonderful they feel there. They’re big and warm and intentional. They have no problem with touching you, but they always do it gently. 

Flip says nothing, but pulls you towards your couch. You let him. God, you’d let him do anything . . . 

“Just sit with me,” he says finally. He grunts quietly as he sits down on the cushions, and you smile softly as you sit down beside him happily. 

“Of course, baby.”

He kisses you, then, and this one . . . This one feels different. You’ve been together for a few months, and he’s never kissed you this deeply, this desperately. He needs you, you realize, and you smile against his mouth. He looks at you, then, and before he can ask for anything, you begin to unbutton your pajama shirt. 

Flip puts his hand over yours, and you look up at him quickly. Did you misread the situation? Is this not what he wants? 

“I–”

“Can I?” he asks, and you let out a soft, relieved breath as you carefully swing your leg over his and straddle him.

“Please,” you say, nodding. He unbuttons your pajama shirt carefully, taking his time. With each bit of skin that’s revealed to him, his cock grows harder and harder. He’s never wanted anyone as badly as he wants you in this moment. 

He pulls the shirt apart once all the buttons are undone, and your bare breasts are revealed to him. You inhale shakily, watching his face carefully. Flip looks back up at your face, then kisses you passionately, deeply. 

“So beautiful,” he says, and his hands – his wonderful, calloused, big hands – come up to squeeze your breasts gently. You’re wet, so, so wet, and Flip continues to kiss you. 

“Mm, mm, Flip–”

“You feel what you’re doing to me, honey?” he asks, pushing his hips up against you. He’s hard, you can feel the erection through his jeans, and you sigh shakily. He’s big, bigger than anyone you’ve had before. 

“Fuck,” you sigh. Flip reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet, and pulls a condom from one of the pockets before setting his wallet on the coffee table. 

“Do you want to . . .?” he asks. He asks in a way that makes you feel comfortable and safe, like you saying ‘no’ wouldn’t be the end of the world. You know deep down that if you were to tell him ‘no’ right now, he’d gently hand you your shirt again, let you re-dress, and simply go up to bed so that the two of you could fall asleep peacefully. 

You don’t want to say ‘no’, though. You want him. You want all that your boyfriend has to offer.  “Yes,” you breathe. “I want to.”

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[rynwritesstuff]

Could you write being moved in together for the first time with Flip or Maurizio and enjoying the honeymoon bliss phase? Using one or both of the following:

"hi" *raspy voice*

just going at it and suddenly they're being picked up and placed on the counter (or whatever surface is near)

Sure thing!

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Contains: NSFW content, oral/fingering (reader receiving)

Word count: 590

Summary: Flip eats you out after the two of you finish bringing all of the moving boxes into your new home.

“That’s the last of the boxes,” Flip says, bringing it in from outside. You smile as he sets the box down, then turns back around to shut the front door. 

“Thank you, honey,” you say, stepping up to him and putting your hands on his chest. He kisses you deeply, and you smile into the kiss. You’ve never been so happy in your life. You’re officially moved in -- with your boyfriend -- to a house that’ll hopefully be a forever-type of place. Or, at the very least, a place that’ll last until your family begins to grow. 

You could cry, now, so overwhelmed with joy and peace and a sense of completion, of accomplishment. Flip can tell, and he runs his hands over your hips to bring you out of your thoughts and back to him. 

“Talk to me,” he says. You smile up at him. 

“I love you so much,” you say, and Flip hums. “I love you too, honey.”

“And I’d really like to kiss you,” you tell him. Flip presses his lips against yours before you can say anything else, and you immediately begin to tug at his hair as the two of you deepen the kiss. 

He moves his body against yours, making sure that you can feel his erection as the two of you kiss. You feel his hands wandering down to your hips, then your thighs, then–

Suddenly, he’s hoisting you up, and you hum as you wrap your legs around him and hold onto his shoulders. He kisses you again, then carries you into the kitchen to set you on the counter. Your thighs – which are exposed due to the fact that you’re wearing shorts – touch the chilled counter, and you hum as you immediately spread your legs to make room for Flip. 

He presses himself against you firmly, and you unbutton his shirt. 

“I need you,” you breathe. Flip nods, then yanks your shorts off, sinks to his knees in front of you, pulls you to the edge of the counter, and tugs your panties to the side. You groan softly, head falling back against the cabinets as his tongue swipes over your clit. 

“Fuck, honey!” you exclaim, pulling at his hair gently. He’s making ungodly noises, noises that make you even wetter. Grunts and groans and sighs and soft, whispered praises:

“So pretty.” 

“So good.”

“Love this pussy.”

“Gonna make a mess for me? Gonna cum in my mouth?”

God, this is filthy, but when Flip brings two fingers up and presses them into your pussy, you don’t care about filth. You groan loudly, hips rolling and bucking as he fingers you and sucks your clit at the same time. His facial hair brushes up against you, and you moan at the feeling. It always feels so good. 

“I need it, I need it, Flip, just a bit more . . .” you breathe, your grip on his hair tightening. He nods, acknowledging your words silently before sucking harder and fingering you faster. 

You’re cumming moments later, moaning loudly as your pussy floods all over his fingers. 

“Ohhhh fuck,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as flip gets to his feet. Your hands are still on his cheeks, and you pull him forward so that you can kiss him. You press your hand against his crotch. 

“Your turn,” you say, chest still heaving as you come down. He smiles. You have a feeling that the two of you aren’t going to get a whole lot done this evening.

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I had a fun thought I wanted to see if you would write. A game of truth or dare with Flip. Thank you for everything :)

Absolutely! Thank you for requesting!! :) Feel free to send more if you have any more ideas!

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Warnings: Slightly NSFW, gendered nicknames (pretty girl)

Word count: 370

Summary: You and Flip play ~sexy~ truth or dare.

“C’mon, Flip!” you say, tugging at your boyfriend’s sleeve. “It’ll be fun!” 

“No.”

“Please?” 

“No.”

You sigh, then lean your head on his shoulder. 

The two of you have had a few drinks, and now you’re trying to persuade him into playing truth or dare. 

“What if we did . . . Sexy truth or dare?” Flip glances over at you, then, and you smile. “That way both of us will be happy.”

Flip sighs, then kisses your temple. 

“Alright. Fine.”

You hum, straddling him. 

“Truth or dare?” you ask. He puts his hands on your hips. 

“Truth.” 

“What’s your favorite part of having sex with me?” you ask. Flip smiles softly, and you begin to rock your hips back and forth over his crotch. 

“I don’t have a favorite part–” 

“C’moooon.” He hums, then leans in to kiss you. 

“The noises you make. Getting to see your beautiful body. Feeling how badly you want me . . .”

You smirk, pussy flooding suddenly. 

“Good answer,” you say. You kiss him, then say: “Now ask me.” Flip is starting to get hard, you can feel it . . .

“What’s your favorite part of–”

“No, goofball, truth or dare,” you say, laughing. Flip’s smile widens, and he kisses you again. 

“Truth or dare?”

“Mm. Dare.” 

Flip runs his hands over your ass and hips. 

“I dare you to strip for me.” 

You kiss him one more time, then get off of his lap so that you can begin to remove your clothing. Your blouse goes first, and you toss it to the ground. Then your jeans, then your bra, then your panties. Once you’re completely naked in front of him, Flip takes your hand and tugs you back onto his lap. 

“Mm. My pretty girl.”

You rock your hips back and forth again, then ask him Truth or dare?

“Oh my god, can we just–” 

“Answer the question!” you laugh, having the time of your life as Flip unbuckles his belt. 

“Dare,” he huffs, hoping that you’ll say–

“I dare you to make love to me. Hot, passionate, erotic love,” you say, and Flip kisses you as he pulls his erection free from the confines of his jeans. 

“Mm. Gladly.”

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Adam Driver Character Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist for Adam Driver's Characters!

☆ All of the content linked below the cut is strictly for those who are 18+! If you are under 18, do NOT continue ☆

*An asterisk indicates smut!

→ Kylo Ren

Mine/Yours (Oneshot)*

The Red Means ‘I Love You’ (Oneshot)*

My Favorite Flavor (Vampire!Kylo) (Oneshot)

My Dearest Love (Medieval!Kylo) (Oneshot)*

Wasteland Baby (Oneshot)

Willow (Pirate!Kylo) (Oneshot)

Willow - Part II (Pirate!Kylo) (Oneshot)*

Now Way to Say 'Goodbye' (Oneshot)

Kylo giving reader his cape (Blurb)

Trying to get Kylo to bake with you (Blurb)

Kylo comforting reader after the loss of a family member (Blurb)

Kylo injuring the reader (Oneshot)

“I want you to be more gentle tonight.” (Blurb)*

“I learned to love you.” + “Nobody can compare to you.” (Blurb)

“I’ve never done something like this before.” (Blurb)*

Arranged marriage + Medieval!Kylo (Headcanons)

→ Charlie Barber

Illicit Affairs (Oneshot)

Crazy in Love (FamousDirector!Charlie) (Oneshot)*

Break My Heart Again (Oneshot)

Mine, Mine, Mine (Oneshot)*

Sex with Daddy!Charlie (Blurb)*

“Does this feel good?” “No, I still feel like shit.” (Blurb)*

Reader being afraid of apologies due to past abuse. (Blurb)

“I’m not jealous.” (Blurb)*

Enjoying a New Years’ Eve getaway with Charlie (Blurb)*

Needy reader (Headcanons)

→ Clyde Logan

Car Wash (Oneshot)*

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” (Blurb)

Hayride (Blurb)

Yours and Clyde’s daughter getting in trouble for fighting with another student. (Blurb)

“I’m not wearing any underwear. I thought you’d like to know.” (Blurb)*

Disciplining his daughter (Blurb)

Pregnancy sex (Blurb)*

Cuddling/A quiet night at home (Blurb)

→ Flip Zimmerman

Let It Snow! (Oneshot)*

“I think I’m in love with you.” (Blurb)

“I need you to fuck me into oblivion.” (Blurb)*

Keeping reader warm (Blurb)

Flip being possessive (Blurb)

Camping (Blurb)

Possessive!Flip eats you out (Blurb)*

Playing sexy truth or dare with Flip (Blurb)*

Flip seeing reader’s breasts for the first time (Blurb)*

Moving in with Flip (Blurb)*

Asking Flip to be more dominant with you (Blurb)*

Losing your virginity to Flip * (Headcanons)

Flip saying ‘I love you’ for the first time (Headcanons)

→ Paterson

Pussy is God (Oneshot)*

→ Pale

Taking Pale to the carnival (Blurb)

→ Maurizio Gucci

Bellissima (Oneshot)*

Celebrating reader’s birthday on a private yacht (Blurb)

Falling in love at first sight (Blurb)

“Want me to model these for you?” (Blurb)

“Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” (Blurb)

Jealousy (Blurb)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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Flip being possessive of you please??? 😘

Mm, yummy! Thank you for requesting this. Please enjoy this little blurb <3

Possessiveness + Flip Zimmerman

He's pushing you up against the door the moment the two of you get home from some trashy party that a friend of yours invited the two of you to.

"I don't like the way that guy was lookin' at you," Flip says, pulling up your dress slowly.

You hum, putting your hands on his chest.

"Which guy? There were many . . ." you joke.

Flip smacks your ass.

"But none of them were as handsome as you," you tell him, smirking as your skirt is pulled up around your waist. He begins to push your panties down.

"You're just saying that," he says.

"Awe, babe, don't be like that."

"Like what?" Flip asks, letting your panties bunch around your ankles.

"All grumpy just because some weirdos were eyeing me up."

Flip grips your bare ass, squeezing it in his hands.

"I'm not grumpy," he says, pouting.

You laugh softly, leaning up on your tip-toes to kiss his cheek.

"C'mon, babe. Come claim me as yours, okay?"

Taglist: @safarigirlsp @thepalaceofmelanie @clydesfavoritegirl @mrs-gucci @iamburdened

(Let me know if you'd like to be added!)

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Ok, I’d like to officially request some spooky campfire stuff with Flip please! He could scare you and then make it up to you :D!

Thank you so much for requesting, my lovely anon! I hope you enjoy this little blurb! :)

If anyone else would like to send in a spooky (or not spooky!) request, my inbox is open!

Camping + Flip Zimmerman

“God dammit!” Flip yells as the tent pops up and smacks him in the face. You glance up from where you’re starting the campfire.

“You okay?” you call through the darkness. You two are, for reasons unknown, the only people in the campsite. Maybe it’s because the weather is getting colder.

No matter the reason, you’re having a good time. Your boyfriend, though . . . Not so much.

Flip rubs his nose.

“These rods are gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he mumbles. You hurry over to help him, and after a few moments, the tent is under control. Flip sighs, rolling down the sleeves of his flannel as the wind continues to blow. You head back over to the fire.

“Can you get the marshmallows and stuff outta my beg, please, hon?” you say, continuing to fuel the fire with kindling.

Flip nods, grabs your bag, and paws through it.

He grabs the graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows, then carries them over to where you’re sitting with the cleanest-looking sticks you could find.

“Perfect, thanks, Flip,” you say, popping a marshmallow onto one of the sticks.

There’s a soft snap out in the woods, and you pause. You glance up at Flip.

“Did you hear that?” you ask softly. He nods.

“Yeah.”

You wait a moment, anxious to see if another snap will follow.

You sigh after about thirty seconds, and go back to roasting the marshmallow on the end of your stick.

“You know these woods are haunted, right?” Flip says, putting a marshmallow onto his own stick. You look up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

He nods, holding his marshmallow near the fire.

“Some guy was murdered out here about fifty years ago. People say the woods are haunted, now. I don’t know how much of that I believe, but . . . “

He notices your disturbed face, then laughs softly as he wraps his arm around you.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ll protect you from ghosts.”

You hit his chest lightly.

“Seriously, Flip, that’s creepy as hell. Why didn’t you tell me before we came out here?”

He shrugs.

“I honestly forgot up until just now.”

You roll your eyes, pulling your marshmallow away from the fire and fitting it between the two graham crackers and chocolate.

There’s another twig snapping deep in the forest.

“Jesus,” you say softly, looking around.

“Hey, seriously, it’s okay,” he says. “I’m right here. Promise.”

Taglist: @safarigirlsp

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Can you please do something with you telling Flip it’s getting cold and he needs to be keeping you warm at night?

I sure can! As someone who gets cold literally all the time, I want nothign more than a big strong man (*cough* Flip *cough*) to cuddle with and keep me warm.

Keeping reader warm + Flip Zimmerman

As the fall and winter months approach, you and Flip have the same argument that you have every year about turning on the heat or not.

He wants to save money and leave it off, but you? You get cold so easily, and you often find that the house is around sixty-ish degrees at the beginning of October.

You wake up shivering one day, and Flip, like the weirdo that he is, is sleeping in only boxers and a t-shirt. You huff and cuddle up to him, yanking the blankets up to your chin.

"Did you open the fuckin' window again?" you ask him. He grunts.

"Phillip."

He opens his eyes.

"Huh?"

You purse your lips and cock an eyebrow.

"Did you leave the window open?"

He rubs his eyes.

"Uh, shit . . ."

Flip sits up and gets out of bed to walks across the room to close the window.

"Mm, come baaaack," you complain. "I'm freezing."

Flip laughs as he gets back into bed and pulls you close.

"You wanted me to close it, right?"

"Shush."

He hums, kissing your forehead.

"You're being difficult," he teases.

"And you're being an ass by leaving the window open, so I guess we're even."

Flip smiles against your skin. He runs his hand down your body to squeeze your ass.

"Maybe I could warm you up, then."

Taglist: @safarigirlsp @thepalaceofmelanie @clydesfavoritegirl @mrs-gucci @iamburdened @mrs-zimmerman @eagerforhoney @i-cant-draw-faces @icarusinthesea

(Let me know if you'd like to be added!)

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“I need you to fuck me into oblivion” with Flip please 😍 that’s so hot!

Hell yes!

"I need you to fuck me into oblivion." + Flip Zimmerman

Slightly NSFW

"Woah, woah, woah," Flip says as you drag him upstairs. He's gotten home early, and you're wearing a real, real nice lingerie set. "What's this all about?"

You hum, shaking your ass in his face as the two of you go upstiars.

He smacks it.

"It's about the fact that I need you to fuck me into oblivion."

Flip laughs, hoists you up, and carries you down the hall to your bedroom. He drops you down onto the bed.

"Your wish is my command, honey."

Taglist: @safarigirlsp @thepalaceofmelanie @clydesfavoritegirl @mrs-gucci @iamburdened @mrs-zimmerman @eagerforhoney @i-cant-draw-faces @icarusinthesea @candycanes19

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Flip Zimmerman Masterlist

Requests

Camping

Possessiveness

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hiiii :) do u have a masterlist ?

Hello! I have a few, but they aren't updated! That's another thing I have to get on top of, whoops!

I will link them for you, though!

Kylo Ren Masterlist

Jacques Le Gris Masterlist

Rey Masterlist

Adam Sackler Masterlist

Flip Zimmerman Masterlist

Paterson Masterlist

Clyde Logan Masterlist

Maurizio Gucci Masterlist