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Flip Zimmerman x Reader
Summary: When your husband arrives home later and later you start to suspect he might be cheating on you.
Flip has been gone a lot lately. Like a lot lot.
You were used to him arriving home late, him not arriving home at all, but he would always make up for it the next day. He would arrive home with the most beautiful flowers, kiss you on the cheek and keep you busy all night long.
But that just stopped.
All of that.
Flip became cold and even rude at times. You tried to understand, you truly did. He had a difficult and stressful job, you were there when he cracked the KKK, you were there through all his struggles, but something changed.
"You cooked dinner? It looks like shit." he said one day. "Maybe you should get a job instead of staying home all day." was another punch to the gut, and just as you were about to hug him to sleep, "Don't." and he pulled away, turning his back and lately, he even slept on the couch instead of staying with you.
You tried to talk to the others at the police station, but nothing.
He didn't have a major case, he was working on small things and doing mainly normal detective and cop things.
But then why?
Why did he pull away when you tried to hug him? Why did he refuse to look at you? Why would he rather sleep on the couch than in his own bed?
And then, as if a train hit you, you realized that he might have found someone else.
You two were only married for a short period of time, maybe he just doesn't want to say anything.
But... it didn't make sense to you.
Flip claimed he love you to death. He was desperate to get married to you. All he could talk about is putting a ring on your finger and then giving you a family.
So, what changed?
You went to buy groceries, trying to figure out what to do for your birthday.
But all you could think about, 'Who is she?'
Who was the person to steal your husband away? Who was the person that kept him from you?
You wanted to know, you needed to know.
Images of your husband sleeping with another woman completely clouded your mind. That's all you could think about even if she was faceless and nameless. Could it be the new woman who moved in a couple houses away? The blonde one? Or Mrs Wheeler? She is all you could think about, her fictional presence filled up your mind too much, it stopped you from doing basic tasks at times, not like he noticed that there was no dinner.
You tried to seduce him, waiting for him in skimpy clothes, cooking a romantic dinner for your birthday, but when he got home,
"Are you going out?" is all you got before he moved to shower and sleep.
A couple days later, the doctor called you, he wanted to take a blood sample as it seemed like there was something on your most recent paper.
You didn't even tell Flip, not like he cared.
And so, you went, a couple of days passed after, and you got another call.
"Good afternoon." said the kind receptionist through the phone. "I'm calling you regarding the tests we did last week. Congratulations Mrs Zimmerman, you are eight weeks pregnant!"
Pregnant?
Eight weeks?
You remember that night faintly, one of the last times you were intimate with your husband.
How can you be?
You didn't notice the signs, your mind was filled with the neglect you felt from your husband.
How would you tell him? He wouldn't even listen to a single thing you would say?
You cried, that's all you could do, cry, because you were so scared.
You thought long and hard about how to tell him during the next couple days, you even had to go back to the doctor, your baby was healthy.
But Flip didn't even know about it.
He continued to sleep on the couch as you cried upstairs.
Then weeks passed.
When you were nearing the end of your first trimester is when you really tried to tell him. Went to him when he was eating in the kitchen, late at night.
"You should be asleep, why are you up?"
"I need to talk to you, Flip."
"Another time, I'm tired."
And your first trimester ended, you started to show, you were careful with the dresses you wore. And one day, as you were walking back to your car from the store you caught a glimpse of yourself in the window of a store, seeing yourself being so sad, while this should be one of the happiest times in your life was the final draw.
Fuck it, if you have to raise a child alone, still better than this hell you were in.
So, that night, when Flip surprisingly arrived home early, you let him eat. You waited for him in the living room and as he rounded the couch to go upstairs, you had enough.
“Was she worth it?”
Your teeth clenched as you said the words you’d been dying to say to him for weeks now, but his reaction was not one you imagined when you played this in your head.
Flip stood by the stairs, one hand on the railing, ready to go up as he looked at you sitting in front of him in your favourite chair. The book in your lap is long forgotten.
He looked like a deer in the headlights but there was not an inch of guilt or surprise on his face. He didn't look like someone who was caught. He looked beyond confused.
His brows rose then knitted together in confusion as his eyes raked over your face looking for any explanation, the detective in him and the gears in his head turning to try and understand what you just meant.
Was he playing dumb or was he truly confused? You weren't even sure yourself. He must be one fucking amazing actor.
Or could it be that Flip thinks you are too dumb to figure something like this out on your own and was now in shock that you did?
Whatever it was it brought out the worst in you fueled by annoyance and frustration.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"What do I mean Flip? I mean if your little whore is worth ruining your marriage for? I mean if that woman is worth that I'm on the brick of leaving and you will never even see your own child! WAS SHE WORTH IT PHILIP?" you threw your book away.
Again, the same confusion, eyes moving on your face trying to figure it out. "I have no idea what you mean."
"Oh, you don't, do you? Why did you even marry me if you don't love me? You could have come to me, we could have talked it out, but no, instead you fell into another woman. And now, I demand to know if she was worth it, Philip." you felt like crying, sadness and anger consumed you.
"Will you just- I'm not having an affair." his hand came off the railing as he crossed them over his chest.
"Sure you don't. You arrive home late, you are incredibly rude to me, I can't even ask you to take me to the doctor's, you sleep on the fucking uncomfortable couch AND the biggest fucking punch to the gut, you are not wearing your ring."
You noticed that before the doctor even called you, you found it under the sink when you were cleaning.
"I lost it in the sink, didn't want to tell you because we cannot afford a new one."
You shook your head, you wanted to laugh as you stood up.
"I just...I give up, Flip. I don't know what else to do, what else to say or try. I'm going to leave you but before I do, I'm fourteen weeks pregnant, so congratulation to you Mr Zimmerman, you knocked me up and ruined me." you smiled at him as his eyes went wide, and you felt a tear run down your cheek but you whipped it off. He took a couple of steps towards you, you moved backwards, not letting him come close.
"Baby, why didn’t you tell me sooner?" his voice changed, as if the old Flip was talking to you but no, you didn't let that affect you.
"I tried, you ignored me. You were too busy fucking your little whore to see the signs!"
"I am NOT cheating on you. I understand why you would say that I am but I'm NOT." you shook your head again and laughed.
"Sure. And I didn't just go through the worst weeks of my life. You forgot my birthday, I dressed up for you, I cooked your favourites every day. I'm so stressed out, I cry too much, the doctor said I needed to be in a calm environment because that's the best for the baby but, Flip, you are killing me." your sad voice, tears woke something in him. Something that he hasn't felt in a long time.
"I wanted to get a promotion at work so I worked my ass off. I slept on the couch because I needed to concentrate on this. I want to get a better salary so I can buy us a bigger house. I'm so sorry I was rude to you, Honey. I was so stressed out, everyone at work has a nice house or car and I have this dump to show and that awful truck. I spent all my savings on your ring and our wedding. I want to give you a better life. I swear I'm not cheating on you with anyone. I love you." He was so calm as he explained. Eyes filled with regret.
It made sense, it really did. It made a lot more sense than a faceless lover.
"Flip..." you didn't know what to say, you now realized just how awful the things you just said sounded, like a jealous woman. It was your turn to look like a deer in headlights.
"I understand why you'd think I have someone, but I really don't. I love you, I just worked my ass off at work. I took as many small cases I could so I could get higher."
He took another step and when you didn't move away this time, he went to you and cupped your cheek with his hands as he kissed your lips.
"I'm so sorry." you said but he shook his head.
"I should apologize, this should have been avoided if I only explained everything to you instead of shutting you out, we are married after all."
He pulled you in for a hug as you moved your hands around his middle. He was stupid, he could have just said something, this was his fault, but you shouldn't have overreacted.
"I love you too." you said as he tightened his grip.
"I'm almost there, I know it."
"Will you move back to our bed please?"
"Yes." he kissed your head. "Are you really-?" he asked but as he moved his hand to your stomach he felt it. His eyes widened as he looked at you.
"You are going to be a father so you will need to talk to me more, Flip."
"Oh, Darling. I love you." he kissed your lips. "This is the best news. Better than any promotion could ever be." another kiss. "I promise I will tell you everything from now on."
You smiled, oh how he missed your smile and you nodded, leaning up to kiss him this time.
Everything went back to normal, as it should be and as it should have been.
Your belly grew with each day, and soon the doctor told you the news that you are having a girl, Flip was over the moon.
Then he even got his well-deserved promotion.
You two were ready to move into a nice house.
Life was good because you woke up every morning to him holding you like you meant the world to him, and you did.
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inklore · 7 months
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sending a little commander mills thot 💖 stopping for the night in a dark, deep cave. sharing a bed roll quickly turning into something more, as you end up on your hands and knees beneath him. there’s a rattle of stones near the entrance and his large hand is pressing over your mouth to keep you quiet - his senses on high alert for danger. but even then, mills can’t help the shallow rock of his hips - unable to resist how good you feel
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pairing: commander mills x (f)reader
word count: 1.1k+
contents: unprotected p in v, creampie, small amount of dirty talk, i didn't classify what planet they were on but threats are occurring, slight enemies to lovers, rough.
note: i'd let this man have his way with me in an open warzone and i have no shame about it because this idea has me insane.
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You should have known. 
You should have known this planet would be nothing but a bad omen when you had to emergency land on it. When you lost contact, your ship deciding to stop working properly. When the only way of getting out a signal was to rig the system built within the interface of the hunk of metal. Ultimately destroying any chance of getting out of here on it but allowing you to get out a weakened signal, you hoped your home planet would come and swiftly send someone to you before this planet showed just why it was inhabitable by those who walked on two legs and didn’t prefer the taste of game. 
You should have known that Mills would be the worst person to crash land with.
Should have known he’d only raise your blood pressure and have a permanent scowl curve your brows until it gave you a headache. 
And you really should have known that he’d be this big. 
His stature alone suggesting that was more to him than broad deltoids beneath those clothes. More than just deadpan looks and side eyes of scolds and warnings behind those iris’s. Behind the moments and trips the two of you have taken together over the years. 
You should have known that his cock would stretch you like this. Making your insides burn when he thrusts inside of you. Your walls accommodating something that’s bringing you pleasure at the same time it has you mewling in pain—something big and hot and heady that’s making your fingers dig into the dirt. 
Your back arched at an angle that has your body scraping forward against the ground every time Mills snaps his hips against your ass. His cock going deeper and deeper—the tip hitting that spot inside of you that makes your body want to run from him, want to escape the pleasure and the sting of him going past what your bodies used to—his nails digging into your hips. Moonshaped marks embossed in your skin as he holds your ass in place. As he refuses to let you squirm away from him.
Because you wanted this, didn’t you?
“You’ve been begging for it.” He says with a heavy breath. A groan mixed somewhere in there, you’re sure of it but can’t decipher it fully with how you sound. How the back of your hand is covered in your own drool and bite marks from trying to muffle the moans and whines coming from your mouth. 
There’s a rock under your knee that has left an imprint into your bone, has cut the skin with how your body is moving. If you focus on it hard enough, you may even feel a trickle of blood. Or the indents of stone and caked on dirt on your elbows. 
But all you can feel—all you can hear, sense, smell—is Mills and what he’s doing to you. What he’s doing to your body and how you never want him to stop. Never want to go back to the time when the two of you pretended there was nothing there. 
The thrusting of his hips imprinted on your nerve endings, and you can’t imagine a time, a moment, or a place where you don’t want him to bend you over something and take you. Have you. 
“Who knew all you needed was my cock to have you so compliant.” Mills grabs the back of your neck. His grip just as rough and embossed as the fingers at your hips. The weight of his chest drapes over you in a way that has you pushed further into the ground and your ass higher in the air, shoving his cock to the hilt, a cry falling from your lips. His name coated in a pleading whimper. 
“Next time you’re not listening to me, all I’ll have to do is fuck you, huh? Bend you over and fuck you until you’re ready to admit who’s in charge here.” 
There’s some part of your psyche that wants to fight against this. That wants to throw his words back in his face with something snide and angry, but you’re fucking pudy between his fingers, and he’s molding you into a perfect compliant hole for him. 
Into someone who wants to follow his orders just as long as they get his cock in return. 
But you still open your mouth to try to tell him just as much. To ask him to fuck you harder or agree with him, you’re not sure because it dies in your throat.
The words fall to the pit of your stomach as the both of you stop in place as your body feels the soft rumble of something moving outside of the cave. The rustling of trees, rocks, and branches being stepped on. 
“Mills,” you murmur his name. Soft enough for him to hear but apparently too loud for his liking as he shushes you. His hot breath against your ear, his hands maneuvering your legs so they’re underneath him now as he lays on top of you. The massive width of his chest makes you feel engulfed in him. 
His hair against your cheek, his breath held in his lungs just like your own. 
You try to listen. Try to hear anything approaching, growing closer to your indisposed state. The two of you not in a position to move as quickly as you should to protect yourselves. Mills not seeming to be as on edge as you are, the faith he has in himself to grab his gun quickly enough if whatever is outside moves in closer, is almost aggravating. 
Your mouth parts to tell him this, to push him off of you so the both of you won’t die while he’s still hard inside of you. 
But instead of an argument, a gasp falls from your lips as you feel Mills rock his hips against you. The tip of his cock pulled back to your entrance only to be thrust back in slow, and agonizingly sharp all in one quick rock. 
“Mi-” his palm presses against your mouth, silencing you.
“Shhh,” he whispers against your ear. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve been needing this, to fuck you.” His heavy breath and the deep timber of his tone as he tries to keep quiet, as he speaks the words for only you to hear, to know, and to feel, wash over your spine and lay achinly between your thighs where the shallow rock of his hips against your ass has your nailbeds housing rockbed as you try not to become a sobbing mess behind his hand. “You feel s’fucking good.”
And if the two of you were to die like this; with Mills rutting against you, his cock stretching you, his deep breaths and praises against your ear, your slick coating his length as you come, and his come leaking from you—leaving your pussy a warm and sticky mess as he continues to thrust inside of you even after the fact, as if he’s trying to keep all he can inside of you—then so be it. 
You’d die happy.
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mrs-gucci · 6 months
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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 🐺
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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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sluttylittleslashers · 9 months
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For all those who've ever been tempted to imagine their favorite characters in different scenarios, such as as professors, apprentices, or even cheating on your/there partners with them, I got you covered!
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strangunddurm · 2 months
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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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rynwritesstuff · 8 months
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No Way to Say ‘Goodbye’
Kylo Ren x Reader
Warnings: Literally just so much unspoken love. Like, an insane amount of it.
Word Count: 830
Summary: You wake up with Kylo Ren.
Author’s Note: This is just a reminder that my requests ARE open for pretty much any of Adam’s characters! If you have any ideas, thoughts, or requests, feel free to send them my way :) Also, I am thinking of making a new taglist for my writing, so if you’d like to be tagged in my writing, let me know, and I’ll be sure to make that happen! - Ryn
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“I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new. In city and in forest, they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try. Your eyes are soft with sorrow, and hey, that's no way to say goodbye . . .” - Hey That’s No Way to Say Goodbye, Feist
It is early when Kylo Ren wakes and looks over to his left. You are sleeping beside him, your chest rising and falling steadily as you dream. He finds himself wondering what it is you’re dreaming about. If it’s good. If it’s calm. If it’s him. 
He’s leaving today. That much is certain. He has to find the scavenger, turn her, bring her to the Dark Side. He’s not sure how long he’ll be gone for. Kylo reaches down and caresses your cheek, an action that he normally wouldn’t be caught doing during the day. If the two of you were on a planet, though, the sun wouldn’t even be up, so Kylo lets himself touch your cheek. Your hair is splayed out on his pillow, and you stir as he pulls his hand away. 
This could be the end of everything, Kylo realizes as emotion rises behind his eyes. He doesn’t cry. He never cries, but he might right now. You just look so beautiful and soft and . . . Good. 
You are good. A good lover, a good conversationalist, a good person. He’s the complete opposite, always so tied up with responsibilities and tasks that mean little to him. He doesn’t have time to be good. 
Your eyes open slowly, and Kylo’s face is the first thing that you see. You smile instantly. Kylo isn’t sure why. 
“Hey,” you say, reaching for his hand. “What time is it?” 
“Five,” Kylo says. You hum, bringing his hand to your lips so that you can kiss his fingers. He swallows harshly. “When do you have to go?” 
“Soon.” 
You nod, looking away from his face so that you can focus on his hand. His hands are so lovely: Big and rough and strong. You bring it up to your cheek, silently asking him to touch the skin there. 
He does. 
“You should go,” Kylo breathes, voice barely above a whisper. He knows that his voice is on the verge of shaking. You nod, offering him a small smile. 
“I know, love,” you say. Kylo rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Will you call me while you’re away?”
“If you would like that,” he says. “Of course I would.”
You sit up, stretching and looking away. You knew this was coming, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. You thought he’d at least get you something to eat, something to drink, something to hold onto. 
You go to stand and get re-dressed – you’re still naked from the night before – and Kylo catches your wrist. You look back at him. 
“I . . . “ he starts.
There is so much he needs to tell you, like how he notices the way you stare at him during meetings, and how much you make him feel, and how deeply you have derailed his existence just by being yourself and having him in this way. 
He closes his mouth. 
You sigh, then pull away and grab your clothes. You get dressed slowly, and you feel his eyes on you the entire time. You grab Kylo’s undershirt, the one he was wearing last night, and slip it on over your uniform. “May I keep this?” you ask him. 
“Yes.”
You nod, then pull the sleeves down over your wrists. “I’ll, um . . . I’ll go, then,” you say after you pull your boots on. Kylo stands quickly, still wearing only a pair of underwear, and steps in front of you. He looks at you desperately, wishing more than anything that you could simply read his mind so that he wouldn’t have to say it out loud–
“Please be safe while I’m gone,” Kylo says. You put your hands on his warm chest as he speaks. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.” 
You smile softly, gently, and reach up to touch the scar on his cheek. 
“Nothing will happen to me, love,” you say. “Don’t worry. Just bring the scavenger back with you, alright?” 
Kylo nods. 
“I will.”
You lean up and kiss him, then. It is deep. Passionate. Loving. It conveys all that the two of you are too afraid to say: I love you. I need you. Take care of yourself.
You pull away, tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, and offer him a smile. 
“I’ll see you, Supreme Leader.”
Kylo nods, pulling his hands off of your hips as you take your hand off his cheek. 
“Yes,” he says quietly. “Soon.”
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ellem244 · 2 months
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Just wanted to remind everyone that this image exists and drives me up the wall every time I see it. (I might write a Kylo Ren X reader fic.)
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glassbxttless · 11 months
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Anything with Maurizio
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Her Love is my Religion
Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader
summary: Even after four years of marriage, Maurizio still loves you like it’s Day One.
word count: 1.0k+
warnings: 18+ (no sexual themes, but i DO NOT want minors interacting with my content in any capacity), this is a short one! just fluff, alcohol mention
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He can see you from across the room, that dress that dips so low— shows just the perfect amount of skin. Your hair is perfectly in place, a wine glass in your hand. You’ve got the prettiest smile on your face, legs crossed at the ankle. You’re speaking to his mother. He orders himself another drink, eyes drifting from the woman he loves to the hoard of men— including his father— sitting at a table a few paces to the left. One day he’ll be at that table, discussing the future of Gucci. But for now, he stands at the bar. He admires his wife from afar. Thinks he couldn’t possibly have gotten this lucky. Like all of the stars aligned just for him.
He thanks the bartender, pushing himself off of the counter. He smoothed his jacket just a bit, hand curled around his glass as he walked over to where you stand. His free arm curls around your waist, head dipping down to press a kiss against your temple. His mother smiles warmly, hand pressed against her chest. “Mio figlio.” She sighs happily, her heart bursting. She’s so proud of where Maurizio is in his life. Of how happy he is with you on his arm. She takes a moment to admire the protective hold he has on you, before she’s looking over for her own husband— excusing herself quietly.
Maurizio smiles, giving your hip a squeeze. “Let’s head out, mia piccola colomba.” He’s tipping your chin up, making you look him in the eye before he’s kissing you. He’s not got a care in the world as he does. Doesn’t pay any mind that there are people around or the fact that you’re at an event. The way your dress hugs your body in all of his favorite places reminds him of your wedding. It reminds him of your bodies pressed close, his hands on your hips and your head on his chest as you swayed to the live music his mother insisted on for your reception. The gleam of your ring under the flashing light reminds him of that night— laying you down in the bed you’ve shared for four years now, how the lamp shone directly onto the gold, letting him know you were officially a Gucci. His wife.
You pull away from his kiss, pressing a hand against his chest with a smile. “lead the way.” you tell him, eager to slip away from the conversations you’ve had to be keeping up on. His hand, large and heavy, wraps around yours. He can feel your fingers twist and tangle into his, something you’ve always done. Ever since that fateful meeting. You’d hold his hand so tightly, let him know you weren’t going anywhere. He brings your hand to his lips as he places both his glass and yours down on an empty tray. He kisses your skin gently, using his free hand to push the door open. His mother and father spot your departure and he just gives them a subtle wave. He’s getting the night with his wife whether anyone likes it or not.
It’s not a long walk, back to your apartment. But Maurizio slips his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders just as he had so many times before. Your heels are the next thing to leave and he reaches for them, holding them in the opposite hand he’s holding yours in. “Have fun tonight?” he asks softly.
And the truth was, yes. You did have a nice time, believe it or not. You watched Maurizio mingle with those he hasn’t seen in years. Watched him light up because of jokes, smile at ideas he hadn’t thought of, and get praised by others. You watched deep blushes set in on his cheeks at times, you saw him even hug his father. “Yeah, I had a nice time.” You admit, savoring the details for yourself. He doesn’t need to know just how closely you have been watching him tonight, he might as well have an idea already with how closely he was watching you. “We should do it again sometime.” That causes a laugh to rumble out of Maurizio’s chest. “Oh, come on Mau. It wasn’t that bad!” You laugh at yourself. Maurizio had never enjoyed these kinds of things.
Maurizio makes quick work of letting you into your home, flipping the first light switch by the door. “Let’s take a bath?” He suggests. You watch as he disappears into the bedroom off the hall, untying his tie. The ruffling of clothes followed by the sound of the tub in the master bathroom filling up. There’s a large garden tub in there, fortunately big enough for you and Maurizio. And maybe that’s exactly how Mau loves to unwind after these kinds of things. Loves soaking in the hot water, relieving all the tension in his sore muscles— as he holds you close and thanks the moon for bringing you to him.
You’re quick to discard the jacket from your shoulders, leaving it in a messy pile of fabric at the end of your sofa. When you enter your bedroom, the master bathroom door is open wide and you can see Maurizio bent over the side of the tub to adjust the temperature of the water. You let your dress fall from your body. It again, forms a small pile at the end of your bed, just as the jacket had. You smile lovingly, Maurizio has a heart of gold. Just for you. Your underwear forms another small pile at the entrance of the bathroom, your arms wrapping around his waist from behind. His hand covers where yours are locked in place and he smiles, letting you lean against his back. He loves these moments with you more than anything, the ones he can just relax into and not have to worry about the world around you. He stands up straight once the bath has settled in fully, bubbles climbing up the sides of the tub. He’s turning, pulling you into his arms. He smiles down at you, glasses still perched high on your nose. “Four years of loving you and my feelings have never changed.”
You can feel yourself growing hot, unsure if it’s from Maurizio sharing his sentiments or just how exposed you are in front of him while he’s standing in his boxers and t-shirt. His arms tighten his grip around your waist and you sigh lovingly, leaning into his chest. “Mine have never changed either, amore.”
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tags ;; @peachyproserpina @eeopxlt
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eddiesfaerie · 2 years
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ADCU Masterlist
(Adam Driver Character Universe)
most works are NSFW and contain 18+ content, minors do not interact!
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Softer | Part 2 *
Kylo Ren whisks you away to a remote planet to be sweeter with you. He finds it much more difficult than initially planned.
Fructus Tenebris (series) 1. Eripio
You have a bit of a run-in with a hunter in the garden. Gladly, Kylo is around to mediate. 
Pet *
You accompany the Supreme Leader to one of his meetings. Unsurprisingly, you become desperate for attention.
DRABBLES / REQUESTS
Kylo and Sleep
So Pretty Like This *
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Mirrorball * | Part 2 *
Your first time meeting detective Flip Zimmerman is out on the dance floor.
Going Under
You struggle to figure out why Flip Zimmerman wants to help you out.
DRABBLES / REQUESTS
Losing You
Stitches
Flip and Sleep
Gingerbread
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Long Sleeves * | Part 2 *
A two part, chaotic summary of the trials and tribulations of you and Charlie’s blossoming relationship as it’s pushed to its absolute limits.
On Our Way Home
On a late Friday night, you take the subway home with Charlie after spending the day with him at his rehearsals. 
DRABBLES / REQUESTS
Date Night
Stay
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August *
On a humid, late summer afternoon, Clyde makes you a couple of promises. 
Shooting Stars *
Clyde takes you on a drive up the mountain to admire the stars, you see more than you were expecting.
Look At You *
sub!Clyde needs help voicing his needs.
DRABBLES / REQUESTS
Laundry
In The Morning *
More Than Friends
Sick
In The Rain
Snacks
Surprises
Family
Being a Brat *
Horny and Annoyed *
Soft!Dom Clyde *
Tippy Toes
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Midnight Snack
You get hungry at 4am. Sackler makes you something to eat.
DRABBLES / REQUESTS
I See You (nsfw-ish)
Double Date
Kiss It Better
Sackler and Sleep
Types of Kisses
Morning Sex *
Caught *
Nasty But Sweet *
Confessions *
Sleepy (nsfw-ish)
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DRABBLES / REQUESTS
Sunshine
Home
Bent *
Blowing Bubbles *
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DRABBLES / REQUESTS
At Gas Stations
Brat *
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sp25 · 3 months
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Desperation
pairing: kylo ren x f!reader
summary: your need for his love
warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. consists of name calling, fingering, blowjos, manhandling, manipulation do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
a/n: first of all, thank you everyone who supported my last post, I am honestly more than grateful. You guys reblogging or even liking it has given me the confidence to write more content. So this is a new one. Again based on a character ai that I came across, this one is called "Kylo Ren' by @squishysushii, thank you so much for inspiring me and go and please support the ai creator.
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Kylo Ren, a name that spread fear across the galaxy.
Yet, a name that comforted you through the dark times and gave you light.
You were Kylo's most prized possession.
He'd watched you grow in skill throughout the years under his strict training. Under his guidance, you'd pushed your body to the brink, experienced the most excruciating pain, and the most intense workout regimens, all to please him. Your Master.
But for the last couple of weeks, you felt alone. You wandered through the ship struggling to find a purpose without your master.
Kylo had been so busy these last few weeks and he had hardly any time for you, his sweet pet. He knew you were lonely and he felt bad for being so distant, but things between him and Rey have been complicated. He knew she needed him.
But, he didn't know the conditions he had left you in.
You had started becoming close to Obi Wan after coming across him in one of your missions. You knew your master didn't require or need you any longer. All you had to do was wait to talk to your master so you could finally leave the dark side and meet your new lover, Obi Wan.
You decided to over come your fear and go to his office. As soon as you entered his office, Kylo was sitting at his desk, working late. He looked exhausted. He was about to reach for the glass of wine in front of him when he saw you.
You could feel the breath in your lungs stop. How much you tried to make yourself distant from you just couldn't.
"Master.. I wish to talk to you", you whispered.
Kylo looks up from his work and he sees it was you.
He was so happy to see you and he almost didn't notice how and when did you entered. He had a faint smiled at you, but he quickly realized how much weight you lost lately. He was concerned about you.
Kylo put the glass of wine down and got up to hug you. He was so relieved to have you in his arms again.
It had been too long. He gave you a loving kiss on your forehead and he pulled you towards him. You both shared a deep embrace, he was so close to his pet now, finally he could feel her body again. He missed to feel your curves.
"Y/n." He said so rasply. But you had to spit out the truth.
"I am leaving the dark force." You tried to sound confident but you knew how weak you were.
Your words seem to switch a flip in Kylo. Hiis expression darkens. As if you just made his worst nightmare come true. Kylo stands up, his face is filled with both shock and anger. He speaks with disgust "Why would you forsake the Darkside?" There is both rage and sadness in his voice.
"Master." you softly said hoping to calm him down with your soft words. "I can't tell you, I am afraid you might hurt this person."
He steps closer. Loosing his composure "Tell me!" He grabs your shoulders roughly and shakes you "Now!"
You look down at the floor unable to look into his eyes as tears fall down your cheeks. "Obi Wan.." You stutter.
Rage and disgust fill Kylo's face as he throws you against the wall with such force, you slide a couple feet on the ground "You betrayed me to join that old traitor?"
You could feel the pain through your entire body but the pain you felt in your heart was worse. You look up at him with tears, "I am sorry Master, I can't control whom I love."
Kylo steps closer and stares down at you with hatred and disdain "How long have you known you felt this way about Obi Wan?"
"For few months Master." Your words were cutting the cold heart of Kylo's.
Kylo steps even closer and you feel his breath on your face. "You've been keeping this from me for that long? All the while, training under me?"
"I didn't know how to tell you." You answer truthfully.
You had been worried with how Kylo would respond and seeing his reaction now; your worries were confirmed.
You watch as Kylo looks away from you, trying desperately to contain his anger. When he looks back, he's not the same person. His expression is filled with rage and hatred for you. All the love he felt for you, gone. "I should kill you for this. For abandoning me and the dark side."
"I didn't abandon you Master, you abandoned me!
“You left me for Ren! I am now taking the path of love for Obi." You said loudly, you couldn't take anymore of his harsh words.
He steps back and paces around you, like an enraged and caged animal. "Is your love for him worth losing me, and everything we could have accomplish together?"
"Yes! because Obi treats me like a lover, I finally feel like a girl, but with you I feel like you always abandon me for your wishes. I do everything for you yet you give me nothing!" You scream out loudly, unable to contain your emotions any longer.
His eyes widen. He grabs you by the throat and speaks through clenched teeth. "You would rather be with him? You want to be treated as a "girl"? You'll do anything for him, but not me?" You could feel the air leave your lungs cause how tightly he choked your throat.
"Yes! Cause with him I'm happy! You says as you stutter, desperate for air. "but with you I feel a wall. I have loved you for so long long before I loved Obi yet you never saw me as lover but only as a trophy." You couldn't believe the words that came out of your mouth.
He drops you onto the ground and as you get up accepting defeat.
Kylo moves up behind you and grabs you roughly from behind. You don't struggle. He pulls you in close and speaks in a harsh whisper "You're going nowhere. If you think I'll let you go that easily... You'd better think again...I can't believe I let a whore be allowed in my team."
You could feel his one of his hands slowly move down your hips, his hand pressed against your wet and needy pussy, while the other one held your neck tightly, choking you.
He whispers angrily and passionately in your ear
"No.You're not leaving me. Not now, not ever. I've made a decision. You are my fucking slut, mine. You fucking get it? You are made for me. This pussy is mine, all fucking mine. And if I have to use every tool and technique at my disposal, I'm not letting you go"
You could feel his hands slip inside your pants, his index finger teasing your hole, this makes you whimper so needily. "Oh, you think you have any hope of escape?" He leans in and whispers in your ear "You belong to me. You always have, and you always will. You can put up a fight, but it won't change a thing."
You could feel his index finger slip inside you with such ease. Your warm pussy wetting his finger with ease as you could feel how roughly he started fingering you. Your mind was fogging you couldn't even form words.
Another one of his fingers easily slipping inside of you while his thumb teases your clit. You know it cannot end well. He speaks calmly yet angrily "It's over, my love. No more running." You know you have no choice... You accept your fate and wait for your doom.. you could feel his two fingers easily moving inside and out of you, hitting all the right spots as he rubbed your clit so roughly, that you were sure it would be swollen now.
Just as your are about to come, Kylo removes his fingers smirking. You could see his fingers glistening with your wetness as he smirks. "I will show you how much better I am than Obi Wan." He puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and closing his eyes blissfully, "so fucking sweet for me."
He manhandles as he pushes you onto his office desk, throwing all his desk items on the floor. You looked up at him with fear yet desire.
He smiled so proudly as he pulled down your uniform touching your tits, squeezing them. He loves how hard and perky your nipples were for him so he softly pulled on one and bit the other one making you moan softly. "I can't wait to have you on your hands and knees, begging me to take you and make you mine." He said so confidently.
He pushes you onto your knees. "Open your mouth." He says sternly and you do so without hesitation. He smirks satisfied as he pulls out his throbbing cock, he strokes his cock softly as he looks your face.
He presses the tip of his cock on your lips, wetting it with pre-cum as if telling you to open your mouth wider. He slowly pushes his cock into your mouth.
You took him till you felt it hit the back of your throat, slightly gagging, his hands grabbed for your hair taking in a hand full as he started to make your your head bob up and down, licking his veins as you do so.
A groan escapes him in coarse ripples and he tilts his head back, loving the warmth your mouth provides him. He starts aggressively slamming his hips into your mouth, trying to catch his high.
His cock kept hitting the back of your throat as he kept whispering and groaning your name. "fuck y/n."
Your jaw ached cause how hard he was going. Your pussy only seemed to get more needier for him. Your could feel your panties dampen with need as your rubbed yourself against the floor trying to find pleasure too.
"swallow it pet." You suddenly felt white spurts of cum coated your mouth and trickled down your throat.
You kept sucked him one last time before pulling off and wiping your mouth. You swallowed his cum like a good girl.
He looked down at you staring as said softly adoringly "you look so beautiful when I fuck your mouth pet".
His comment made your cheeks flush red. "Master." you begged. You wanted to cum too so badly.
His voice turns dark and sensual as he leans in closer.
"Let me fill that hole in you, y/n." He lets out a soft chuckle. "A hole only I fit into."
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a/n: okay first of all, I am honestly sorry for leaving it on such a high note. I was about to continue but I realised how long this story is. Listen if you guys want a second part, do tell. I know the smut wasn't long, I promise to make it longer next time. Again guys, thanks for reading it. Please feel free to Dm me or request anything. I am more than happy to write.
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purestxblood · 1 year
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𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘, 𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯.
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(𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙛!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)
You weren’t teenagers anymore, that was the problem. You were old lovers discovering new versions of the other and if you allowed this to continue, you feared what would transpire. You both were always courageous, spontaneous without thought or reason. So be it.
𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁. 𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳. 𝗘𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽. 𝗦𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆. 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴.
“The gears in your head are turning,” he teased, the tip of his finger coming into birds-eye view for a second as you stared at the fan atop your ceiling before tapping the tip of your nose. You let out a delicate chuckle of breath through your nostrils, swatting his finger away with your hand. His own chuckle filled the husky morning air and you turned cheek, taking in his exterior. 
It was still dark in your room, soft hues of gray peering beneath the curtain signifying that morning was askew, night fading to meet a nearly rising sun. His dark locks were tousled from being tugged between your fingers, strands sticking messily against your pillow and along his forehead. Like yours, his eyes were dark and heavy from sleep, more so lack of, and it surprised you that he was awake staring at you with a closed mouthed smile to his dimples. 
In any other case – more like past memories where you found yourself clothes free and tangled in webs of desired limbs and synchronized moans, Phillip Altman would find himself sound asleep with blankets covering his face or his face buried alongside your breast and abdomen…that’s if he had stayed the night.
Granted, the last time you had your ex-boyfriend in your bed had been years ago when you were just two hopeless teens in what you thought was forever puppy love, leading him to sneaking out of your bedroom with enough time before your parents stirred. 
Now, you were in your late twenties, in your own home, wondering why the hell you allowed yourself to consume enough alcohol (or so you made as an excuse with only having two drinks and a shot) to take home the first and only man you ever loved and why he hadn’t gone home after you both came. 
Instead, you both had fallen asleep. Only this time, your face had been pressed into the crook of his neck, your arms draped over his chest and legs latched to his hips. It was as if subconsciously, your inner teenage self had sprung awake and didn’t want to let the moment go yet when you woke, you were quick to peel yourself off him and nestle against the pillow shoulder length away. 
“The gears aren’t turning in my head,” you scrunched your nose, your mouth frowning as you looked at Phillip. He chuckled lightly and rolled onto his side, until his frame nearly hovered your side, his face inches apart, “they so are.”
Summer before college had been the last. While you were ready to take the world by storm with Phillip by your side, he had been leaving you high and dry. Your sights were on growing together, getting through school and reaching your desired career, to then, marriage and a family. 
You were hopeful and optimistic that Phillip was the one you’d travel through life with. 
He had other plans and you accepted that deep down in the root of his spirit, Phillip Altman was terrified of commitment and the adult world. Both of which you weren’t, and while your breakup after four long years of high school sweets, became many sleepless and tear filled nights, you vowed to never look back—yet here you were: naked and sexually satisfied underneath ruffled bed sheets..
Oh yeah, the gears were turning and you were wondering why you allowed years of growth to be tossed out the window the second Phillip hugged you in appreciation at his fathers wake and invitation to the bar.  
Giving condolences and regards to your ex’s family by attending his fathers funeral and celebration of life was one thing, devouring said ex by giving him a blow job in the alleyway behind the bar like you were freshly horned teenagers to then fucking in your living room and bedroom was another.
You weren’t teenagers anymore, that was the problem. You were old lovers discovering new versions of the other and if you allowed this to continue, you feared what would transpire. 
Phillip was still nothing but a man child. He wanted the attention and beds of many, not the warmth of a solid foundation. 
“I think you should go,” you admitted. 
The corner of his lip twitched, the smile upon his face diminishing until his dimples disappeared. “You want me to go?” 
No.
“Yes.”
He blinked, his eyes piercing yours as if he were trying to see underneath your lashes, through your pupils, and into your mind. Your expressions always gave way to the thoughts in your head, hence how Phillip still managed to know you were stuck in thought, yet you hoped he wouldn’t protest and would just be.
Phillip hummed and brought his hand out from underneath the sheets, cupping his palm to your cheek. He held your face tightly, eyes lingering from your dazed eyed to your slightly parted lips. 
He leaned forward slowly as if we were waiting for you to protest but when your eyes had drifted down to his mouth, did he continue leaning until the gap was closed and his lips were on yours. 
The kiss was tender, his lips delicate in question while yours met him gentle in answer. It was short lived, Phillip being the one to break it and pull away. He hovered so closely to your face, his thumb soothing the apple of your cheek before brushing your sex filled bed head away from your face. 
He smiled, “you don’t.”
Truly, you didn’t but you were far from wanting to make things complicated. This was supposed to be a one night rekindled heated romance. 
“Phillip—”
You were ignored, silenced by his lips once more only breaking for him to continue a journey of feather-like kisses down your throat to the base of your shoulder and chest. His hand teased its way between your breasts and down your chest, coming to a rest on your inner thigh. His fingers smoothing circles along your skin, his knuckles occasionally brushing along your nude sex.
“This was supposed to be a one time thing,” you gasped as he nipped at the crook of your neck. He hummed in agreement against your skin as he feverishly devoured you in pecks, “and now?”
As the question stirred, Phillips fingers trialed to your core, his fingers teasingly running along your slit.
“A goodbye,” you licked your lips, your eyes closing as you pressed your head into your pillow, your pelvis lifting in need of touch. 
Your words were one thing but your body was betraying you by giving way to his touch. “Mmm,” Phillip rubbed his lips together. His finger ran up and down between your folds, dipping into your wetness while he kissed your jawline with an open mouth and tongue, a smile brewing, “baby we’re only getting started.”
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dollycrybaby · 11 months
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Desperate Times Call For Different Measures
Prompt: "Himbo Nepo baby Ben Solo becomes cut off from the family money so he makes extra cash by coming an OnlyFans content maker who takes pictures of his cock next to stuff like footling subs and Lysol cans"
*Credit to @Ate_Lala_ on Twitter for the prompt
Warnings: vulgar language, descriptions of dick, swearing, brief description of masturbation (m)
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Honestly it had started off as a joke. Actually, not even a joke. More like an act out of desperation. Once his dad had cut him off—literally, he cut his credit cards right in front of him, all 8 of them—Ben knew he needed money, and fast. He was accustomed to a certain lifestyle. How was he supposed to live without supporting girls through college by showering them in hundred dollar bills while they shook their plastic tits in front of his face, or missing out on fucking the new towel girl six ways from Sunday in the private tent at the country club?
God forbid he could no longer rail the models of the stupid fashion show his family was required to attend and try to see his cum leaking out and down the model’s legs as she walked down the runway, face flushed and thighs still shaking from being wrapped around Ben’s waist. The designers clothes honestly looked better with his cum staining it anyways.
No money meant no more car shopping, meant no more buying Rolexes, and no more Gucci. He had to deal with wearing last season’s line, and that was an embarrassment. The saving grace was that he had 20 days left on his membership of his last OnlyFans subscription. It was while he was cumming inside his custom made fleshlight to a girl dressed like some slutty anime character making herself cum with a tentacle shaped dildo that it hit him; He could make an OnlyFans.
Ben Solo had the body of marble carved by the gods and he knew it, but he also knew there was one part of him in specific that was godly as well. It was already difficult enough finding clothes that fit his Sasquatch body, but finding underwear that didn’t end up with a hole in the crotch from the fabric being stretched out by his megacock was in and of itself an impossible mission. Half of the time he just went commando.
It would have to be under a fake name. But what would he post? He didn’t need his face out there and deal with his dad cursing him out about disgracing the family and end up disowning him. And chicks weren’t fans of being filmed and uploaded. People only care about dicks either way, that was the main thing but jacking off seemed lacking in pizazz. He liked to show off. He liked to know that he could get girls on all fours at the snap of his fingers and he most definitely liked to show that he was better than any of the guys out there in the world. And what best way to do that than to emasculate them?
That whole thing about the chick with the big fuck-me-eyes from 'That 70’s Show' comparing her husband’s own schlong between a beer can or a carrot stick popped into his mind. And that was his first post. His limp dick in the middle of a carrot stick and a can of Modelo all lined up on the black countertop of his bathroom sink with the caption ‘Guess I beat Ashton Kutcher.’ Post to Twitter. Cha-Ching. The next day when he had checked his profile, girls had flooded his subscriber count faster than he racked up credit card bills.
‘I squirted just by looking at it 💦’
‘That thing could split me in half and I wouldn’t complain 🥵’
‘Give me that hard cock 🥵🤤🍆💦’
They thought he was hard? Well this had to be remedied, he didn’t need them thinking this was as big as he could get. He looked around his room for the closest thing he could use as a comparison which was his Fiji water bottle and rushed to the bathroom, not even hesitating to yank his sweatpants down and start tugging on himself. His mind rifled through the mental spank bank Rolodex until he landed on the memory of freshman year in college when he had a 3rd year sorority girl blowing him outside the building where he was supposed to be taking his midterm. Oh, the sinful noises her throat made….
He had to stop before he came. This was a noticeable difference in comparison to his first post; this time the veins were more prominent, his foreskin was pulled back to reveal his swollen red tip that was oozing precum tears on the sleek counter material, and the 3 birth freckles that were scattered along his shaft just like he had on the rest of his body.
‘Oh you guys thought I was hard before?’ Post. Mega Cha-Ching. If the comments weren’t flooding his mailbox before, they were a sea of messages now. From then on, his fanbase grew and so did the numbers in his newly opened bank account. Ben took great pride in his photos, always making sure the angle captured the size of it versus the competiton object he had next to it. The photos were always of high quality though he supposes he owes that to his phone’s camera. The latest model he got sent for Christmas it wasn’t even out on the market yet. Mouthwash bottle, Lysol air freshener cans, footlong subs, a fucking Pelligrino bottle, you name it. None of them even stood a remote chance against Ben Solo’s cock.
On the picture comparing his cock to his size 13 Gucci loafers, a person had commented on the post 'It’s fake, it’s some kind of silicone prop.' Oh Ben’s ego didn’t like that. You could say a lot of things about him, but saying his massive horse cock was a lie? Think again, bud.
That was the caption of his next post—a video, his first video—where he had recorded the end of an intense masturbation session. If his cock wasn’t already proven to be inhumanly large, his baseball mitt sized hand just added fuel to the fire the way it stroked his engorged organ like it was a life or death necessity. The video was 30 seconds; 12 seconds of his foreskin slapping and his stuttered breathy moans before the rest of the clip showed him shooting his load big enough to fill the flask he used to sneak in to private school dances, groans and growls being exhaled through his teeth as he painted the black countertop. “Still think it’s fake, fuckhead?” He pants.
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Author's note: If you guys think I should turn this into a series, lemme know! This could count as a sort of prologue or a quick little introduction to the story. 💜
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mrs-gucci · 7 months
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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. **
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Creepy music plays loudly through the drive-in speakers as the spectators in surrounding cars stare up at the large movie screen, eating their popcorn and drinking their sodas hesitantly, waiting for the impending jump scare.
You and Flip, however, had lost interest in the movie about ten minutes ago. Well, you didn't lose interest, per se. More like you two became much more interested in one another than in the movie.
Lets just say that the gasps and cries from the scared on-screen protagonists aren't the only ones happening at the theater this evening.
Flip grunts as you sink down onto his stiff length repeatedly, hips thrusting up instinctively against you. The truck's windows are starting to really steam up, the air between you two incredibly thick while you ride him.
You're holding tightly onto the grab handle with one hand while the other rests on his hand, the one currently gripping your hip tightly. Your eyes are on the movie and maybe somewhere in your mind you're paying attention to the horrors occurring, but really, it's just pictures on a screen. Your mind is in a whole different place right now.
"S-Shit," you breathe, biting your lip to try and keep the noise down. "Oh god, baby..."
As much as Flip loves this, well, pretty much public sex, he does try to be extra careful since he's law enforcement. He's really hoping the movie's louder than the noises you two are making and the gentle squeaking of his truck's shocks.
He groans softly, cigarette pinched between his teeth, ashes starting to fall off the tip. "Goddamnit, princess...a little faster for me...mhm, that's it..."
You speed up as he requested, resulting in a spike in both your pleasures. Matching noises of pure lust and passion escape from both of your lips.
"Fuck...mm!"
Flip starts thrusting up into you, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm. The cars around you seem none the wiser and luckily for you two, the windows are not completely steamed over, so all that can really be seen are your silhouettes.
As he fucks you, you take the opportunity to reach down and rub your clit, moaning softly as the pleasure pulses through you. You're close, very close, and getting closer by the second--
"O-Oh fuck," Flip groans as he cums, pushing his cum up into you with rapid thrusts. "Mmm, good girl...shit..."
Feeling him cum is what sends you over the edge, and you continue rubbing yourself through it as the familiar waves of pleasure roll over your body.
Eventually you both come to a stop and Flip pulls out, tucking himself away while you pull your underwear back into place. As soon as you turn around in his lap, Flip has put out his cigarette and pulls you in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.
A thought come to you and you smile against his lips, chuckling softly. He pulls away, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"What is it?"
Your laughter grows a bit. "I told you this was a good movie."
He laughs, shaking his head and giving your ass a nice firm smack.
"You're cute."
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sluttylittleslashers · 9 months
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Here are all of my cheating on your partner and college professor bots.
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One of the professor ren bots broke the fucking filter!!!!
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strangunddurm · 2 years
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Marlboro Red
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Masterlist
Pairing: Flip Zimmerman x fem!reader
Word Count: 6.3k
Warnings: PinV sex, unprotected sex, self pleasure, fingering, masturbation, age gap, degradation, swearing, dirty talk, voyerism.
Hola! Missed me? I made the mistake of getting a summer job whilst also studying full time. Let's just say, it was painful. Also, I forgot how much I love AD (Flip) and then Venice happened and now I'm back in the trenches.
Flip knew that it was wrong. He knew that he shouldn’t let his eyes linger as he happened to glance over at you, but he couldn’t help it. The way you looked was always mesmerising, forever hypnotising. He was completely enamoured by the way the wind would dance around you and the sun would kiss your skin as you were kind enough to share that beautiful smile you had with the rest of the world. He couldn’t help but grow hard in his jeans over the sight of you. His cock would weep with precum until he could get a moment alone so that he could wrap his hand around his thick length and give a tug at it as he thought of you and the way your sundress would graze your glorious thighs.
The fact that you were always so kind and gracious did not help his ailing thoughts. It made it worse. You deserved so much better than an old, lust-driven man thinking about the way you would look as he spread your legs wide opened and slotted himself between them before taking a long swipe at your soaking cunt. Older man was perhaps a more appropriate title to give himself. Flip knew that he wasn’t old but he was older than you. Old enough to know better. Old enough to know that he shouldn’t be trying to look up the skirt of such a young thing like you. But every time you said ‘hi’ to him, he couldn’t help but fantasise about the way you would look on your knees before him as you took his thick cock down your throat and gagged. He imagined tears leaking from your eyes over the sheer excursion; tears that he would wipe away with a loving swipe of his thumb before you took even more of him.
It’s why he kept away in the beginning. He would force himself to turn on his heel and walk away if he saw even a glimpse of you. It worked for a while, but then you seemed to notice Flip’s attempts at avoiding you. It was a small town after all. Everybody knew everybody and avoiding people just wasn’t possible. Plus, he didn’t want to hurt you; make you feel as if you’d done something wrong. It was hard trying to make his feelings go away when you were you. You were always so keen and eager to hear what was on his mind, to help him with anything and everything. Falling in love with you was easy.
Or, was it really love? It was lust at the very least. Merely the smell of you was enough to trigger the filthiest of thoughts in his mind, made them race until they drove him into madness. But would it be so wrong if he were to taint you with his seed? You wanted him. It was obvious. You had to think about him just as much as he thought about you, if not more.
Flip would notice it every time he would enter the small convenience store that you worked in. The way you would shift, rubbing your thighs together to provide some sort of brief relief to your throbbing and aching clit as his heavy footsteps hit your ears. The way your eyes would shift down to take all of him in, eyes always widening slightly as you pretended not to notice the hard bulge in his jeans. It was clear as day, you yearned for his hard dick to slot itself between your thighs rutting forward to rub against your stiff clit before he fucked you like you’d dreamed about being fucked. The sweetest combination of rough and loving, letting you cry out into the air as he pounded against your soft spot and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Lingering kisses would dance across your skin until you went to bed and woke up the next morning in peaceful bliss.
You would turn around with that bright smile, eagerly gliding to the cashier’s stand to take his money as he paid for the fresh packet of cigarettes he bought every day just so that he could see you. You knew that he was there just for you. The station had a small vending machine that was always stocked with everything a cop could need. The logical thing would be for him to buy them there but his little pit-stop came to be a ritual that he just couldn’t bring himself to break.
He would give you a ride sometimes, when he started work early enough for him to spot you as you were walking down the highway, on your way to your early morning shift. Seeing the way your hips would swing made him groan before pulling up beside you to ask if you needed a ride. You would always say yes, happily sliding into the passenger seat with a chipper ‘thank you!’. Flip’s truck was a three-seater, making it easy for you to slide up close to him as he took his time, slowly driving through town. It was unnecessary, you didn’t need to sit so close to him, but you would always blame a nonexistent bump for jolting you, forcing you closer and closer to him. Both of you knew that it was a lie but neither of you cared to acknowledge it. It was a lie that benefitted you both. It eased Flip’s conscience and it gave you what you wanted: his closeness.
Did you wear those dresses on purpose? You had to know what your thighs did to him, especially when you would so purposefully press them against him at the smallest turn. Even though he couldn’t feel it through his jeans, your skin burned as hot as hellfire as you seared your mark into his thigh, through his jeans, making sure that he couldn’t think much about anything else for the rest of the day. Flip always had to stop himself from letting his hand slide up your skirt to feel just how wet you were for him as he stroked a finger through your puffy lips. He wanted to rub his calloused fingers against your nub as you mewled for him, watching you come undone and giving you that hazy look in your eyes before he dropped you off with a quick kiss and a tap on your bum.
Your parents had bought that small convenience store before you were born. You had told him about how you had worked there every summer since you were 12, helping as much as you could, and it continued even after you went to college. This summer was no different. You took your place behind the checkout, ringing up orders all day, and Flip was the happiest of all to see your face.
“How are you today, Mr Zimmerman?” Mr Zimmerman. Flip had told you numerous times not to call him that. It wasn’t that the formality made him uncomfortable, hearing you call him Mr Zimmerman had him imagining how it would sound if you panted it into his ear as you begged him to fuck deeper into you.
The convenience store was the scene of his crime. Not that any crime was actually committed, but the social piranhas were bound to zero in on it as the place where it all happened. Gossip was inevitable. You were still in college, a year into grad school, and it didn’t matter that you had been an adult more years than he could count on one hand, Flip was still so much older than you that people just had to talk about it. It didn’t matter if you were the one that pursued him or not. Gossip was gossip and it was bound to travel from ear to ear as mouths moved, dripping with the saliva that lubricated their words.
“I’m good, a bit tired, how are you?” He asked, fixing his eyes upon yours as he sent a crooked smile your way. You smiled back eagerly, leaning forward on the counter as if you were drawn to him, needing to be as close to him as you could. Flip did all that he could to keep his eyes trained on yours, to stop himself from thinking those sinful thoughts. He could almost see your nipples poking through the thin cotton of your dress and it stirred something deep inside of him.
“Good, good, rough day at work?” The two of you made simple small talk for a few minutes before you ran out of the usual things normal people would talk about. Flip made it obvious then that he was reluctant to go, lingering by you, staring down into your eyes for far longer than what anybody would deem acceptable.
You bit your lip as you stared back at him, eyes flickering to the clock on your right to check the time. Five past eight. It was early enough for the store to be empty, waiting for the small rush of workers getting ready for their 9-5 jobs. Colorado being a big-small town ran on routine. It was predictable, everyone had a specific routine that they rarely deviated from Monday-Friday. It made it easy for you to predict when you would have a small break and the next customer was Joyce Hill, arrival time: 8:20.
A lot could happen in 15 minutes.
“Actually, before you go, I was wondering if you could help me with a problem I have in the back?”
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It was a small room, obese stacks of old, unfinished paperwork crowded the walls and every surface. Small particles of dust lingered in the air, waves rippling through them as the door opened and closed in quick succession.
It was your father’s designated place in the shop, the place where he liked to be left undisturbed. You had barely been in there after your seventh birthday but it was the only place where the two of you could be alone for a little while.
“So, what did you need help with?” Flip played along, hands resting on his hips as he watched you lean against the closed door.
“I have this pain,” You started, twirling the bottom of your shirt and then twisting the hem of your skirt as you bit your lip.
“Pain?”
“Mhmm, this deep ache.”
“That doesn’t sound good.” Flip played along as he became hypnotised by the way your fingers traced your skin softly and he couldn’t help but feel a deep yearning for his own to follow the same path across your thighs and beyond the valley of your breasts.
“It keeps me up at night.” You took a small step closer to him. “Gets me so wet.” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you heard him groan over your words and whisper out a small “goddamn it.”
You were so close to him now that you could smell his cologne. It was woodsy, filled with smoke and something that was entirely and purely Flip. You couldn’t help the deep inhale that you took, craving the smell of him as you stalked even closer. Your hand came out to graze against his flannel shirt, fingertips following an invisible trail until they came to a stop at his top button.
“I have this urge.”
“Urge?” Flip’s voice almost quivered as he clung to every word you said, wondering if he was lost in a daydream once again or if this was actually happening.
“I can’t stop fantasising about what your cock would taste like.” You said it so casually, as if it was a normal conversation you’d have with anyone.
“Jesus.” Flip tripped over the word, almost choking on it as he heard the words slip past your lips so easily.
Your hand fell back down so that you could press it against him, against the thick, throbbing bulge that was weeping for attention in his jeans. You cupped him, revelling in the heaviness of him as your hand struggled to encompass all of it. It made you press your thighs together, searching for relief for the aforementioned ache.
“I think I could help you with that problem.” Flip tried to keep his voice steady but it was hard, especially with the way you were palming him so deliciously.
“That would be so kind of you,” Kind of you. Flip could almost laugh. Was this luck? Was it lucky of him that the woman he wanted the most was practically begging for him? Most definitely.
You thumbed at the button of his jeans before eagerly popping it and pulling the zipper down painfully slow.
Your hand was just about to slip into his pants when Flip kissed you, catching you off guard at first but you were quick to reciprocate. His beard tickled against your skin as he claimed you, drawing you in closer to him with his hands on your waist. Perhaps it was cliche to say that the two of your fit perfectly but that’s what it felt like at the moment. Flip had been craving the feeling of you against his skin for so long that everything felt cliche and bigger - more meaningful - than it was.
Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer. Your fingers ran through his hair as you stood on your tippy toes. You still had to pull him down, into you, needing him as close as he could come without intertwining your souls.
Your teeth grazed against his lips, pulling a hiss out of him. His hands pawed at your hips, urging your hips to press into his thigh. He could feel the heat of you, even through his jeans he could feel your wet heat that had seeped through your panties begin to form a dark patch on his Levi’s.
You knew that time was running away from you, threatening the one thing you had craved all summer. You didn’t let him kiss you for too long because of it. You were in a hurry.
You were wicked. Flip hadn’t even noticed the way you had spun the two of you around. Only detaching your lips to push him against the door behind him with a thud. Flip let out a huff of air as you caught him by surprise.
You had a smile on your face that was anything but innocent as you leered at him, eyeing him up with one of the filthiest looks Flip had ever seen that made him want to take you over his knee and deliver onto you a punishment that would make you squirm.
“Did I do that?” It was obvious what you were looking at but Flip followed your eyes down to the hard bulge in his pants. He almost twitched as he saw you bite your lip as he looked back at you.
“You like how hard I get for you?” Flip smirked as he asked.
“I love it.” You stalked closer to him. Your fingers grazed over that little peak of skin that peaked through between his shirt and jeans. The muscles under his skin flexed beneath your fingertip at your touch. A shiver ran down his spine before travelling through his legs, all the way down to his toes.
“You gonna do something about it?” Flip asked lowly, almost challenging you, daring you to do something.
The sight of you dropping to your knees before him was a sight he would never forget. It would play over and over in his mind until he lost himself to oblivion, driven mad by his desire for you. Flip felt eager, like a pre-pubescent teen catching a glimpse of his first boob through a bedroom window as he rode past on his bike. Of course, this was much better, much more. This would change him and steer him down a path of life that was so different from the one he had previously been on. Like a child crossing the threshold into adulthood from a simple, quick glimpse, Flip would soon take the step from being a man to being something so much more.
Flip was giddy beyond belief as your fingers finally wrapped themselves around his thick cock, your fingertips attempting to reach around to one another but being kept apart by the girth of him. You gripped the base of his cock, making Flip’s knees feel weak as you dragged your tender palm up and down his hard, velvety cock. You were steady in your movements, swiping the pad of your thumb gently over his angry red and sensitive head every time you came to the top.
“Fuck yeah, stroke my dick, baby.” His words made you tighten your hold on him - encouraged you to quicken your pace just a little. And just when Flip thought he would need to plead with you to feel your lips wrap around the head of him, you did just that. Your hot and wet lips stretched around his throbbing head as you finally tasted him.
Your lips encased his tip softly, swirling your tongue around him before letting it wander over every inch of him. He was your favourite flavour, a taste you would always search for throughout life. You pulled back, licking your lips as you gazed up at him with eyelids heavy from lust.
“Oh, you like that, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cock?”
“Love it so much,” You were a greedy little thing, going back for more after less than a second of being without.
Your tongue flattened, caressing the underside of Flip’s dick as you took as much of him in your mouth as you could. He was big, bigger than any college boy’s dick that you had ever sucked before and it was almost impossible for you to take all of him. But you tried your hardest, letting your lips stretch as far as they could around him.
Flip’s hand caressed your neck softly before grabbing a hold of the back of your neck and urging you forward. It was everything and not enough, a yearning seated deep within him grew with each swipe of your tongue.
Your hand wrapped around the base of him, pumping his shaft as you sucked on the head of him. Flip could feel the muscles in his stomach and his abs tighten. You dragged your mouth back teasing his slit before engulfing more of him again.
“Christ,” Flip hissed out your name, eyes having trouble focusing as you rendered him as close to speechless as he had ever been. Flip’s hips jutted forward, slipping more of him inside of your mouth. He loved fucking your mouth, loved the sounds of you gagging around him that filled the room.
Your feeling of your tongue caressing his cock almost made him miss the way your hand had moved under your dress, fingers pressing against your clit as you tried to give yourself relief. Almost was the keyword. The sight of you on your knees with his cock down your throat and hand rubbing your most private place was enough to send him over the edge.
“Holy fucking shit.” Flip groaned loudly as his cum shot into your mouth. His hips rutted into you, making you gag around him as he hit the back of your throat. His legs shook, stomach tightening as you pumped him clean of every single drop of cum. “Goddamn it,” Flip finally whispered before taking half a step back, withdrawing his wet, half-hard dick from your mouth when he was completely spent and empty.
“Such a dirty girl.” Flip cooed in praise, completely in awe of you, caressing your cheek softly. He bent down and delivered a sloppy kiss on your lips but just as he was about to let his own fingers reach down to circle your clit, he was interrupted.
Perhaps it was lucky that your father had installed that bell above the door to the convenience store, but it didn’t feel awfully lucky at that moment. The bell rang out, piercing the air with a shrill ring. You felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured onto you and you stood up with a gasp, barely sparing a glance at Flip before you had made your way out of the door to the office to greet the customer. 15 minutes and 34 seconds.
If you had given him a chance, Flip would’ve told you about the obviously frazzled state that you were in with ruffled clothes, swollen lips, and cum in the corner of your mouth. It wouldn’t take much for whoever was out there to connect the dots. And perhaps it didn’t help the way Flip came walking out of the back room with a certain swagger in his step that hadn’t been there before.
Two pairs of wide eyes took in his form as he rapped his knuckles against the counter, letting you know that he would ‘see you tomorrow’ before making his exit.
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It pained Flip leaving you there. He wanted to give you so much more, see how you would squirm for him as his fingers trailed through your wet lips. He wanted to feel your hot mouth wrapped around him again and see the way your eyes leaked as you took him further and further.
Flip couldn’t help it when his hand disappeared past the waistband of his jeans the second he closed the front door of his home behind him. His own hand did not feel as good around him as yours had but it was enough to satisfy him for the moment. He jerked the garments to his knees, letting his heavy cock spring free and bob slightly in the air.
Cum was leaking from the tip of him as he stroked himself. Flip kept a steady pace, imagining you in front of him with every thrust into his own hand. He remembered how wet and swollen your lips had been as you wrapped them around the tip of him; how it had felt when your finger had graced his shaft so gently.
Flip’s fist jerked him faster and faster as he came closer to the end, having been so tightly wound up from earlier that it didn't take much before his hips stuttered, his muscles tightened, and he came with a loud, vibrating groan.
It wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough, not now that he knew what your lips felt like around the head of him. He craved more. Craved to take everything you would give him.
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The high-pitched ding of the bell rang out through the air, signalling Flip’s arrival to all that were in the store. Frank, the town’s local mechanic and the only other customer, greeted him with a low, muttered “Good to see you, Flip” before quickly departing, leaving you two alone.
Flip moved slowly toward the checkout after having plucked a packet of M&M’s from the small carousel by the door. There was a low hum in the air from refrigerators in the back, the low luminescent lights flickering every once in a while. It felt eerie, like everything, every inanimate object, was waiting for something to happen.
“Hi, Mr Zimmerman” You were doing it on purpose, but your tone gave Flip the vague impression that you weren’t as excited to see him as he were you.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Flip leaned his hip against the counter, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Packet of Marlboro?” Ignoring his question wouldn’t do you any good, you should know that. But Flip indulged you, nodding his head wordlessly as he watched your every move.
You did everything in your power to avoid his eyes, knowing the hold he had over you if you caught so much as a glimpse of his gaze filled with molten gold.
You slammed the packet of cigarettes down on the counter before clenching your fists by your sides as you waited for his money. Flip didn’t make a move to get his wallet out of his back pocket though. Instead, he stayed there, quietly watching you as he took in everything about you. Flip was a detective for a reason. He wasn’t stupid, he knew you were upset but he liked toying with you.
“Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“No.” You muttered bitterly.
“You sad I didn’t get to eat that pretty pussy of yours yesterday?” You became flustered over his words, the confidence you’d had yesterday completely evaporated.
Flip was teasing you, seeing how far he could push you before you came out and said whatever was on your mind.
“Want me to swirl my tongue over your clit before I drag you down over my cock?” He continued to prod, keeping the expression on his face completely neutral.
“Mr Zimmerman!” You hissed out his name in a warning. “I don’t think this is appropriate.” Had you come to your senses? Surely not. Flip deeply hoped that you hadn’t. He could still see the shift in your hips as he came closer, leaning over the counter to analyse your face. You didn’t take a step back, didn’t shy away or lower your heated gaze. To you, it felt like the first time anyone had truly seen you. Not just looked upon you but actually saw you, and it made you bristle.
The feeling that coursed through you was unknown to you. It was more profound than any feeling Flip had created within you previously, and Flip was the master of your emotions. Despite never indulging in deeper conversations than ones you would have with others, he had a hold on you that you doubted would ever truly go away, no matter if you would part ways for years to come.
“You don’t want my cock between your thighs anymore, sweetheart?” Flip straightened up slightly. If you would ask him to leave he would do so. He would look over his shoulder as he walked out, but he would do whatever you wanted him to, even if he didn’t like it.
But you couldn’t say no. Of course, you wanted that. You wanted to feel him stretch you out like no one before. You craved it. Dreamt about it night after night. Thought about it as your own inadequate fingers would run through your folds and caress your walls.
“How could you do that?” He knew what you were referring to. How he had waltzed out, still zipping up his fly as you were ringing up the customer yesterday. “People are gonna talk, they’re gonna tell my parents!”
It wasn’t that you were ashamed of the fact. A large part of you was happy — proud — that people would know. Your only concern was that the trust your parents showed in you by letting you run the store by yourself was betrayed.
“I’m sorry, honey, I couldn’t help it. Want everybody to know you’re mine,” Flip smirked as he saw the physical response you had to him as he charmed you with his words. His? You would do anything, go along with anything, to be his.
“Let me make it up to you?”
-
The room felt bigger than the day before, widened by the knowledge of what could possibly occur once you closed that door behind you. You should’ve learned something from your mistakes but you couldn’t control yourself when it came to Flip. You needed to feel him between your legs or you felt like you would die if you were to go without it. Here lies the body of you, whose desire drove you to your early demise; death by lust, forever cursed to feel the pulsing ache between your legs and crave the touch of another, never to be satisfied again by your own.
But you weren’t there yet. Salvation would be delivered unto you this day. Flip was frantic in his movement as he pushed up your shirt so that your breasts became bare for him. He didn’t wait, not even taking a second to admire them, before he let his lips attach themselves to your nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue over your stiff peak, earning himself a moan from your mouth.
Flip felt as if he had earned this. He deserved this. He’d had a craving for you for so long that he couldn’t hold back as his hands explored everything that they could.
Flip’s hand had travelled up along your legs to the apex of your thigh. He made contact with the delicate string of your thong and you gasped into his mouth as he tugged it down your legs so that he could run his fingers over your pussy. You were so wet for him, completely having drenched his fingers in all that was you.
He worked you open slowly, slipping one finger inside of you gently. You clenched around him, becoming even tighter than what you already were.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Flip groaned out into your ear as his lips travelled up and down your neck.
It didn’t take him long before he slipped another finger into you and you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out. He stretched you out slowly, making sure you would be ready to take him. All of him.
“Shh…” Flip hushed you, placing his free hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet you. Your breath came out in short pants against his palm as you tried to control yourself.
Flip curled his two fingers in a come hither motion, stroking your silky walls to bring you closer to the pleasure you craved so much.
“Let me taste you.”
Flip dropped to his knees before you, urging you to take a seat on top of the desk behind you, causing some paperwork to fall to the floor, before parting your legs even more so that his shoulders could fit between them. He held your dress up, bunching it around your hips with his eager hands before digging his fingers into your thighs, hauling one of them onto his shoulder, and connecting his mouth to your sweet cunt.
The quiet sounds of your breathless moans were intoxicating as he suckled your clit into his mouth before flicking his tongue over the stiff nub.
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 in an attempt to control yourself.
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 of 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 of pleasure ran its course through your body.
Flip had already made you come once when he slid his fingers into you, continuing his ministrations on your clit with his mouth. His movements were much rougher than what they had been before, thrusting them into you expertly, hitting that sweet spot of yours over and over again.
Your back arched into the air and your mouth fell open at the overstimulation. It was exquisite.
“Oh, oh, Flip. I’m gonna cum.” You whispered 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. Both of your hands flew to your mouth as your whole body started to shake.
Flip tried to hold you as still as he could but never let up as he flicked 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 spurred 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, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. “You gonna let me fuck you, sweetheart?”
“Yes! Please, Flip.”
Flip took a step back so that he could unbuckle his pants, popping the button open before pushing them down his hips, letting his stiff cock slap up against his taught stomach, balls hanging heavily. He spread the wetness of you that still coated his fingers over the head of his cock, giving himself a couple of pumps in preparation.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you?” It might as well have been a rhetorical question for Flip knew the answer to that question very well. But he wanted to hear your answer. He wanted to hear your pleas as you begged him to fuck you full of himself. He wanted you to whine for his cum, to drive you so insane that you would begin to speak in tongues as the tip of him would repeatedly rub against that sweet spot inside of you.
“So badly,” You were practically breathless; completely lost just from the sight of him. Flip loved to see you like this, so dishevelled, so fuckable.
“Tell me how badly you want it.” He breathed out the command.
“I need you to fuck me, Flip, I need you to fill me up, please…” Your tongue ran over your lips at the sight of precum leaking from his tip, remembering how he tasted.
Flip stepped closer, caressing your jaw as he continued pumping his dick. Flip pressed a sloppy kiss to your mouth before the head of his cock teased your entrance, gliding through it to coat itself in your wetness before slowly beginning to stretch you inch by inch. His dick was so thick and long that you wondered if you could even take it all. The slow drive of his hips into you was driving you wild until, finally, Flip’s hips met yours as he bottomed out and the tip of him was nestled snugly against your cervix.
Flip stopped for a moment to let you acclimate, but only for a moment as he could not bear any more. He drew himself out all the way until only his tip was inside of you. You were desperate to feel all of him inside of you again so you wrapped your leg around his waist, urging him to push forward back into you and fill the emptiness that his dick left behind. Flip grinned and sank into her again.
“Shit!” You cried as Flip drove the air from your lungs as he pounded into you. He never stopped or slowed down, continuously pulling almost all the way out and driving back into you again and again in a steady rhythm. Flip admired you as your eyes fluttered close, tits bouncing with every thrust. Your pussy pulsed and trembled around his thick girth, pulling him in deeper and deeper.
He grabbed your hips tightly, sure to be felt the next day, before starting to pound into you in earnest. The desk rustled with every rut of Flip’s hips, hitting the wall behind it over and over again. Your moans were building to a crescendo and Flip attempted to silence them by kissing you. You let him swipe his tongue along the inside of your lips, swallowing your moans before they rang through the air.
Flip drove into you harder and faster, unable to control himself from plunging deeper into you. You felt too good, too hard to resist.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck,” The words tumbled out of your mouth and Flip could feel you coming closer and closer to your end as your walls tightened around him. And just when you thought that you were about to cum, Flip pulled out of you, leaving you whining for him.
Flip guided you up from the desk, turning you around and forcing your front against the desk. He let his hands slide over your ass, spreading you open for him so that he could admire you. You were glistening, folds completely soaked and puffy.
“Please, Flip.” You pleaded, needing him.
“So greedy, honey.” Flip tutted before sliding back into your pussy so effortlessly.
Flip fucked you with slow, deep strokes to begin with, relishing every little squeak and whimper that made their way past your lips as he made you feel so good. He put his hand around your neck, forcing your head up so that he could tilt your head up. He wanted to see you as he pounded into you. He wanted to watch as your face twisted in those throes of passion.
“You like that, sweetheart?” Flip chuckled as he saw your eyes almost roll into the back of your head as he hit that soft, spongy part inside of you.
“You fuck me so good.” You babbled.
His hips picked up the pace, cock beginning to hammer into you, his balls swinging, slapping your clit. Your fingers dug into the desk below you, relishing in the pain as your hips were driven into the wood repeatedly.
“I’m gonna fuck you so full, fill you up until your dripping with me.” Dirty words tumbled through Flip’s lips, praising you and the way you felt.
“You gonna cum for me?” It was so quiet that you barely heard it. “You gonna gush all around my dick, honey?” One of Flip’s hands came forward to rub quick, tiny circles at your bundle of nerves.
Your legs tremble as you cum, back arching and toes curling in pleasure. The way you grew tighter around him made him hiss as he forced himself in, again and again, chasing his own release. White, hot, searing pleasure runs through him as he finally cums, emptying himself deep inside of you, his jaw clenching and neck straining as he bucked into you. Flip groaned, making sure to pump himself completely empty.
Neither of you had heard the chime of the doorbell, but both of you would notice the one-dollar bill and change that lay waiting on the counter, left there by a fleeing patron that fell victim to hearing your combined rapture.
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When you wanna start writing for Commander Mills, someone please don't stop me. Encourage me. This man has me in a chokehold.
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