#blackkklansman fanfic

[multific]

His World

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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[babbushka]

What do you think of a fic about taking Flip to Hawaii on a much needed vacation? The image of him all wet and tan is so hot. Thank you thank you thank you for doing Sinday again :)

He didn’t get out very much, that workaholic of yours. It wasn’t odd or out of the ordinary for him not to come home at all, either out late on a case, or fallen asleep at his desk. You’ve picked him up in that chevy of his more times than you can count, with a blanket for him on the car ride home. He never asked for it, but he also never declined it, either.

The work is hard on him, on his mind and his body -- not that he’s particularly suffering in either category, but...well...he’s getting old, your old man. 

You don’t even think he realized how badly he wanted this vacation until the plane had landed and the creases in his forehead lessened just the littlest bit. The resort was all inclusive, a new idea you had heard about at the salon from the other wives who returned far more tan than they left. And the moment a resort bartender put a tropical drink in your man’s hand, you could physically see the difference.

Flip was, in this very moment, the most relaxed you had ever seen him. His shoulders getting gloriously freckled and pink in the gorgeous Hawaiian sun, his hair dark from the water of the crystalline shore. He’s not necessarily one with the waves, no your Flip is far too much of a mountain man for that, but he is enjoying himself, and that’s the best sight you could ever see -- until he splashes you, drenching you from top to bottom with the salty spray of the ocean. 

“You are so lucky I have a swim cap on, Philip Zimmerman.” You do your best to admonish him, “If my hair gets wet I’m going to fucking kill --”

You barely get the words out before you’re being scooped up in his arms, thrown up in the air, landing into the water with a resounding smack, suddenly being transported back to childhood in the community pool, your scream cut off by the water. When you bob back up to the surface, Flip’s laughing, and you can’t be too mad at him, not when the droplets sparkle on his strong broad chest, his cheeks and nose crinkling from the width of his grin. Goddamn he looks good, he looks delicious, you want to eat him right up, you want him to eat you. 

“I’ll wash your hair baby,” He says, his baritone deep and hot in your ear as he holds you close, your arms and legs twining around him on auto pilot. “Have some fun with me.” 

His mouth is on your throat, licking the salt from your skin, making you warmer than the sun ever could. He has lust in his eyes, in his hands, the way he looks at you and grips your legs, holding you close close close, bodies pressed up against one another as the ocean kisses your face. 

Even here, even in paradise, Flip is your anchor, keeping you steady. You melt into his embrace, sigh into his mouth, taste the sweetness of pineapple and coconut on his tongue, and as he pulls the swim cap off of your head and clutches at the nape of your neck, walks you to shore and pushes himself on top of you, presses you ever closer to his hot hard body, your toes curling into the exquisite black sand -- as you gasp and moan in a secret cove in Maui, you can’t help but think how badly you both needed this vacation.

Until he does that thing with his tongue that you love, and suddenly you can’t think of anything at all. 

#flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you #adcu #adam driver fanfic #blackkklansman #flip zimmerman #i missed writing for this man lol #thank you my dear anon!!

[juniperwoodwell]

Proud

Flip Zimmerman x F!Reader

Word count: 700

Warning(s): Slight sexual harassment, cursing, typical stuff for that era.

A/n: I apologize if Flip is very OOC, I haven't seen the movie but I saw a few fics and needed to write something for him. That man is just so fine 🥵❤️

@kylowritten Here you go!❤️

It was late one saturday night, and Y/n had invited Flip to a small club, persuading him by offering to buy him a beer. He wasn't going to say no to his best girl, but a free beer would always be appreciated.

Flip watched Y/n from the bar as she danced.

To him, she was the most beautiful person in the room, dressed in her cherry red low-cut top and black high-waisted bell bottoms.

He was surprised when he picked her up to see her in something more revealing than what she'd usually wear, but he was proud of her for stepping out of her comfort zone, not that he didn't like the regular modest clothing. One downside he wasn't so keen about was that almost every other guy had their eye on her. He just knew how beautiful she was, and now she was beginning to see it too.

Flip wasn't a jealous guy, though that didn't mean he liked other men looking at his girl with lust in their eyes. But he trusted her and knew she could take care of herself.

"Hey, Sweetheart, Wanna come back to my place?" A very unpleasant voice spoke close to Y/n's ear; she froze completely when his hands landed on her hips.

The man reeked of something she couldn't decern. Y/n pushed his hands off her hips and turned to face the man.

 "No, Thank you." She said plainly and began walking to the bar where Flip was watching closely.

The man grabbed her wrist; Y/n instantly turned around and backhanded him.

"I told you no. Now let me go."

 "Aw, come on, sweetheart. Don't play hard to get."

 "She's not" Flip stood behind Y/n, pulling her wrist from the man's grasp, wrapping his arm around her waist before she could send a punch to the man's face. She squirmed in Flip's hold, but he wouldn't let up.

"Who the fuck are you?" The guy asked,

"Her Boyfriend. Now I suggest you leave."

 "Why? What're you gonna do? Start a fight?" The guy put up his fists.

"No. Worse. I let her go, and you'll be in a hospital bed." Flip let his grip on her loosen; Y/n went to lunge at the man, making him take a step back. But Flip caught her before she could take a hit; He held her wrists against her chest with one hand and the other on her waist, her back pressed flush against his chest.

 "Leave. Now. For your own sake."

 The man looked at Flip and then at Y/n.

"Fucking bitch." he hissed out as he left quickly.

Y/n was breathing heavily as she stared into the space where the man had been before; Flip wasn't planning to let her go until she calmed down. He knew her past and secrets, and he wasn't going to allow history to repeat itself.

 When he realized she wouldn't calm down, he picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other holding her wrists, her head resting on his shoulder as she sighed.

He took her outside and sat her on the hood of his truck. Y/n watched as he took off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Y/n, Sweetheart." The nickname sounded like honey coming from him. "You okay?" his voice was laced with concern. She nodded.

"Use your words." his tone had a slight sternness to it this time; he wouldn't believe her until she gave him a verbal response.

 "Yeah, Baby. I'm okay," she spoke, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

Flip shook his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for-"

 "But- But if I wasn't wearing this stupid outfit-"

 "Stop it. Right now. You have no control over other people's actions. You look gorgeous in that outfit, and You know it. You are becoming more confident every day and I'm so proud of you. So don't you dare blame yourself for that asshole's decisions"

"Thank you for stopping me from doing something I'd regret," Flip chuckled and pulled her by the waist to the edge of the hood, wedging himself between her knees. His hands rested on her thighs.

 "I wouldn't have liked to arrest my girlfriend. Again." He teased, and Y/n rolled her eyes,

"That wasn't my fault." She defended as she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss.

"I'm Sorry." She whispered against his lips. Flip pulled back only slightly; his brows knitted in worry.

"For?" he asked, gently rubbing patterns into her thighs with his thumbs.

"I never bought you that beer I promised." She pouted, Flip smirked as he kissed her pouty lips, his hands sliding their way up her thighs to her waist, the tips of his fingers dipping into the waistband and slightly pulling the fabric away from her waist.

 "That's alright, honey. You can make it up to me."

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #blackkklansman #adcu #kylo x reader

[transcendentalyouth]

never ever go into the tags for a film you like ever. worst mistake of my life

edit: jfc I knew this movie would be hard to watch but holy fucking shit I feel like vomiting

#why are people in the blackkklansman tag writing self insert fanfic about fucking flip???????? hello??? #wren.txt

[brideofkylosolo]

12 Days of Smutty/ Fluffy Fanfics, Day 2

#fanfic #fanfiction #blackkklansman #flip zimmerman #oc insert #oc insert fic

[oraclechats]

I'M BACK. Life swept me away but I'm slowly listening to the eps I'm missing. Just finished the BorRap ep and I have some thoughts. First of all, I think that movie is terrible. It's bad. I saw it in theatre with my friends and I walked away thinking, eh-whatever. But I have to give the movie some merits because it did pull me in starting from the second act and I was very hyped when the First Aid scene came on. However, it's definitely super mid, verging toward terrible. So, secondly, imagine my fucking surprise when it was nominated for Best Picture. I was like, haha this is a prank, only to check the official website and see it there. HOLY shit, my jaw hit the floor. Did the US run out of movies that year for Best Picture???? Like, was there really no other movies that can take BorRaph's spot????? I had a moment just staring at the screen of my laptop and felt like I was in the Twillight Zone. (I can see Rami being nominated for Best Lead Actor tho, he was really good so I understand the nomination)

Thirdly, I caught wind of the BorRap fandom. I was taking a break from tumblr then, but it was kinda growing on twitter, that even tho I was in a very very different fandom space, I heard about it. Now hearing what I'm hearing from the podcast, quite eye-opening lmao. Like, when you discussed the fanfics... I was screaming in my head hahahahaha

Fourth, I have seen the 911 BoB/TP fic... and just not gonna click on it. Life's too short and all that.

it's especially egregious given the fact that that year was so stacked with movies that were Literally eons better than Bohemian Rhapsody. i was Literally just yelling about how that was supposed to be the year of BlacKkKlansman and instead it got double teamed by both Greenbook and BoRhap and it's truly the most disappointing shit in the world. like we can make the case rami Was the best performance in the category at the oscars but idek if I believe that anymore, given the fact that Vice was a movie i detested and Bale was still acting circles around Rami like staring wide-eyed at shit for two hours straight. not to Mention Bradley Cooper, who campaigned way too hard for Best Director when had he focused harder on trying to get Best Actor he would have been a shoo-in, and A Star is Born is Regrettably a movie that gets better every year in a way that BoRhap decidedly does not.

the globes are a joke at the best of times so the wins that night were pretty alright, but that Best Picture win and then subsequent oscar nom are just.....that chaps my ass my dudes. whole ass movie could have been written on a cocktail napkin like Showgirls (which is actually Way more fun to watch than BoRhap) 😘💃

and in regards to That 9/11 fic.....stay tuned lol

#also honey First Aid i'm obsessed but it Was Live Aid lol #a metaphor for just how forgettable that film ended up being #soundtrack though is nice lol

[heywoodvirgin]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Thank you for the ask and for your interest !

I'll be talking about artworks first, and surprisingly it's an Adam Driver ( as Flip Zimmerman in Blackkklansman) portrait I made years ago ( pre pandemic ) when I was still having my full capacities.... I Have a bittersweet feeling every time I look into my old art, slowly coming to believe that I'll never make anything like this again... I used to work with focus several hours a day for weeks, while now I can't find any patience/concentration to grant more than two or three days for an artwork...

Virtual photography is something very new to me, and I'm so grateful to be in a community that values it a lot and where I could make a small place for myself and my photos. I think my favorite will be this photo set?

Now writing.... it's the least form of creative work i'm proud of, I'm real average at best, but if I can say that I'm satisfied with a piece of writing it would be : Not quite Borg, Not Quite Prophet an attempt at Cp77/Blade Runner Crossover feat Misty and Jackie!

#thanks you so much for the ask

[mrs-gucci]

Kitten-Sitting [blurb] {werewolf!Flip Zimmerman x Reader}

anonymous

Oh I would love to read Flip or Maurizio as a werewolf. Smut/fluff or horror

as much as I would’ve loved to have written something for werewolf Maurizio, I had this hilarious idea and I just had to write it up for Flip.

warnings. FLUFF, HUMOR, general cuteness, kitten-sitting, Flip being a grump lol, but he’s also a big ol’ softie.

(possible) tw’s. Flip in werewolf form.

word count: 952

When you walk into the cabin and see the large, hairy form of your boyfriend lounging on his recliner, your stomach drops. Shit, you totally forgot it was a full moon tonight.

The kittens mewl from the carrier and Flip immediately turns his head, ears pricked and snout lifted. He huffs, standing up and walking around the couch with his arms crossed.

You give him an awkward smile. “Heeeeey baby. How was your day?”

“What in the world are you doing with those kittens?” He asks, voice low and husky. “Especially with it being the full moon tonight. C’mon, you know better.”

Your cheeks burn with a bit of shame. You forgot to check the calendar when you’d promised your friend to take the kittens tonight.

“I completely forgot that tonight was the full moon, honey, and I agreed to take them until ten. I’m really, really sorry; I’ll keep them up in the guest room.”

Flip sighs, shaking his head. “Just...as long as you keep ‘em away from me, they can stay down here.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods. “As long as they don’t come crawling all over me.”

“Thank you, baby.” You smile, reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek before he makes his way back over to the recliner.

After unpacking all the kitten stuff and making sure that anything potentially hazardous is put away, you let the four kittens out of their carrier and they all start skittering around the first floor. 

Your lips pull up into a small smile as you watch them run around and play with some of their toys. You’re so focused on the ones playing that you don’t notice the one that sneaks off into the living room, curious about the large hairy man seated in the recliner.

His eyes widen when he feels a little furry critter rub up against his paw that hangs down off the edge of the recliner arm and he pulls away quickly.

“Damnit...peanut!”

You look up and see the kitten, standing up immediately. “Whoops, sorry. I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Soon enough, though, the same little black kitten wanders off towards Flip’s recliner. He made the mistake of resting his eyes for a bit, allowing the little kitten to climb up the chair and snuggle up in the crook of his elbow.

He feels a little wiggling on his arm but he doesn’t think much of it, so when he opens his eyes and looks down, he just groans at the sight of the kitten.

“Goddamnit.”

“What is it, honey?” You ask from the kitchen.

The kitten is snoozing peacefully, nestled comfortable into his fur and the more he looks at it, the more he feels himself softening. He huffs. 

“Nothing, nothing.”

It doesn’t take long before you notice that one of the kittens is missing and at first, you’re worried, looking all over the kitchen and dining room. But then, a small smirk grazes your lips when you realize that the only other place it could’ve wandered off to is the living room.

Hmm...could it be?

“Hey, Flip?”

“Mm?”

“Have you seen the black kitten? He’s not here with the rest and I checked all the other rooms, but I can’t find him.”

He clears his throat awkwardly, shifting in his seat. “Yeah...he’s, uh, he’s here.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you.” You smile to yourself, giggling quietly. “...But I thought you said--”

“I know what I said.” Flip growls, rolling his eyes. You giggle a bit louder at his defensiveness. “Just...whatever. He climbed up here and fell asleep and I didn’t wanna move him, alright? And I guess he’s...kittens don’t bother me as much as cats do when I’m a wolf.”

“Mmhmm.”

As the evening draws on, the kittens slowly follow after their sibling and climb up onto the recliner. And when you come back downstairs from your shower, you have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing too loudly at the sight that greets you.

Flip has all four kittens with him, each climbing all over him like a jungle gym. He’s got a kitten on his shoulder, one making its way across his chest, one resting in his paw and finally, one laying right on the top of his head.

He looks over at you with a grumpy little frown.

“I’m starting to enjoy these kittens a little less.”

You laugh softly. “No you haven’t, you’re just being a grump.”

“Whatever. You can’t prove anything.” He says with a huff, trying to hide his small smile. 

The kitten on his head begins to slip down, paws forcing his eyes closed. He reaches up to lift the kitten off his head, chuckling softly when its tiny claws pull his eyelids up. “Alright kid, time to go. C’mon now, let go of me.”

You giggle as you watch, eventually having to step in when he starts getting a bit frustrated and starts pulling a bit too hard for your comfort. You place the kitten right back down in his paw, kissing the top of his head before walking back into the kitchen for a snack.

If you aren’t mistaken, when quarter to ten rolls around and you have to pack the kittens up for their departure, Flip almost looks a bit sad to see them go. When you’re ready, he brings them over to their carrier and coaxes them off his arms and back inside.

Once they leave, he comes back downstairs and you pull him in for a hug and a kiss.

“Thank you for being so great with the kittens.”

He chuckles. “Just promise me we won’t be getting one anytime soon, okay?”

“Alright, I promise.”

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[imaginesandideas]

humid

roughly 4k words, originally posted on my A3O account. a late summer memoir; NSFW. reblogs, comments, suggestions and all kinds of support are more than welcome ✨

[whispers] y’all should really play Hozier’s “Work song” or “NFWMB” for this one 🖤

It’s been a tough couple weeks. Well, months. And it’s especially hard cause you’re living together, you’re married and yet you’re passing each other by. Not willingly for goodness sake, but you’ve been barely finding time for each other lately and it’s killing you. He’s not dealing great with it either, but he keeps the facade to avoid worrying you more. He’s learnt that at work obviously. The same work that has been keeping him away from you for so long.

You’re not better though. Everything has changed after you finally got your degree. The studying was hell, you were mostly tired and overworked. But Flip? He was by your side through highs and lows and was always super supportive. If not for him you probably wouldn’t have done it at all.

But after that you were met with another bunch of obstacles. Cause despite your earnest efforts, finding a decent job in the Colorado Springs area was a rather difficult task.

You went through successive stages of education but it never meant that someone would be willing to give you a chance. And again Flip was the most supportive husband - he would drive you to your interviews insisting that it’s „no big deal” and that he won’t be late for work, cause the work will wait for him anyway. You found his presence by your side in those moments  extremely comforting. As you were driving around town he would reach out for your hand to hold it and place a kiss at the back of it. Such a simple gesture but for you it meant more than words. You knew that it was an affirmation, it was him reminding you that you’re strong, that you’re capable and that no matter what happens he’ll be there. For you and with you.

And you simply couldn’t help but glance at him lovingly as he was entirely focused on the road, making sure you get there safe and on time.

 And finally, after many unsuccessful attempts, you got the job. It wasn’t a job of your dreams, but it was good for a start. You were earning enough to support your household budget and to take some of the worries off Flip’s shoulders. It was the independence you’ve been seeking, but it also meant that you’d have to get used to your lives continuously not coinciding.

You didn’t even realize when 6-hour shifts have turned into 10 hours. And then those 10 hours turned into a lot of paperwork you’d do during the weekends. But that’s okay, you thought, Flip was also busy at the station or going on missions so you couldn’t really be mad at yourself for doing all this extra work, right? And it was also pretty rewarding cause soon enough you got promoted and had even more complicated tasks to execute. It also came with bigger money, but all of a sudden you realized that you don’t even have the time to go and spend it on something.

Soon enough it dawned to you how little time together with Flip you were actually getting and the thought itself made you feel sick. Cause if you were to count all the moments you two had for each other during the week, it would have to be all the hours asleep and alarming amount of rushed goodbyes and kisses as you pass each other by in the hallway of your home.

Passing each other by - that’s what you were actually doing and it was driving you insane. But what could you do, you were trapped between the current project and all the upcoming ones. You were trapped between Flip’s and your own work schedule. Separated by the obligations that lay with your shoulders.

„That’s wonderful, I’m so proud of you!” His voice is heavy with exhaustion but you can sense that he’s smiling as you’re talking on the phone.

The manager position was more than you could’ve dreamed of, especially after such a long time in your current job, but the offer was so generous and unexpected that it took you a moment to process it. But first, you needed to call Flip. Partially because you wanted to know his opinion but also just so you could hear his voice.

„Well I have yet to agree but yeah I’m pretty excited.” You smile to yourself. „I mean, it’s a big step and I’ll have to get used to the new workplace but yeah…”

„You’ll do great baby. You’ll handle it like a fighter, I’m sure of it.” He’s really so proud of you and no distance could ever hide it. You can practically see his eyes shining with pride. „I love you.”

You sigh sadly.

„I love you too baby.”

„… and miss you.” He adds in a hushed tone.

„I know, I do too, you have no idea how much.” Suddenly you feel glad that you got to talk now, during your break with none of your coworkers around. It’s not like you’re ashamed or anything but you just don’t want people gossiping about the state of your marriage or you in general. It’s your moment, one out of very few you get to spend with your husband, even if it’s on the phone. And you’re just sad, your voice almost breaks as you’re speaking. „I know it’s probably just all the work and stress but I think I’m going crazy sometimes.”

„That bad?” He chuckles and you roll your eyes but you know he’s only teasing. „I know baby, I’m sorry, it’s my fault. All this paperwork from the last case got us locked up here for days. Even Ron had enough of it and left earlier today. Promised he’ll be back tomorrow morning but I wouldn’t bet my money on it.”

You nod mindlessly. Gnawing on your bottom lip you decide to take your shot.

„How much of it do you guys have left?”

„The case data? Uhh, for at least a day or two I think. Why?” You smirk but keep your voice on the same note.

„I might be wrong but I remember that chief once mentioned that you still have that overdue leave?”

He pauses for a moment, most likely trying to recall that conversation but soon enough he’s back on the line.

„Yeah I think there was something. I’ll ask him again but I believe there was a week or two.”

„Okay so, uhm, how about you get the paperwork done and we both take some time off? Just you and me, no work, no phonecalls, no distractions.” At this point you can barely hide the excitement in your voice and you don’t even care. This may be your last chance so you just hope he agrees.

„God yes, that’d be perfect!” He smiles widely and you can’t help but smile too. „What about your new job though?”

„I’ll handle that, don’t worry.”

„That’s my girl.” The smile he has at that moment will stay with him for the rest of the day, he has no doubt about it.

 Time flies when you’ve got loads of work and things to look forward to. Those days flied by like a rocket and there you are, all giddy and excited as you walk towards your home. You decided to buy some groceries on the way and grab your order of italian takeaway from that restaurant you used to visit quite often when you were still only dating. Despite the tiredness and the overwhelming heat of the day you try to keep your mood uplift, the thought of well deserved time off with your husband is making all the work worth it. Cause he is worth, and you know that both of you deserve this more than ever.

The late-summer sun is setting low over the city and the woods and you stop in your tracks to catch that last glimpse of golden light. Who would’ve thought that one day you’d miss small things like this - slowly walking home, admiring the view. But you promise yourself to care more from now on. It’s a brand new chapter of your life and you decide not to waste a single moment that’s worth remembering. And you want to remember this, remember this day.

You set your purchase on the kitchen counter and drop your bag on the couch. Flip did not set the hour precisely but you guessed that he’ll be late, the usual.

After you put the food in the fridge - you specifically ordered pasta to be semi-raw so you could reheat it at home when the right time comes - you grab the bottle of leftover wine that you intentionally didn’t finish the last time. Now that you’ve got a couple days off it won’t matter if it’s not the weekend yet, you’re starting yours early. Besides, it should help you relax a bit, loosen tense muscles. And that icy liquid just feels so right as it reaches your tongue, perfect for a hot evening like this one. With a glass in one hand you step out on the porch but the air is still way too heavy with heat and you return inside.

After yet another sip you set the glass on the table and choose to change into something more comfortable. Ideally something thin, cause even back inside the air was pretty humid. Barefoot, you step inside your wardrobe and the coolness of it makes you close your eyes in bliss. The summers here were great, you loved the sun and the nature flourishing, but if you could trade one thing it would have to be the heat, especially during the night.

By the time you come into your bedroom you don’t even know what time it is, you’re too drowsy to care. Maybe you’d just wait in here, lay on these silky sheets you just recently bought for the summertime sleeps. You’ll keep one eye open in case if he comes back soon. You won’t fall asleep no way. No way…

 Jolting awake you notice that the light is turned off, the whole room is dark and aired but still pretty humid as if someone left the window open. And it’s almost completely silent, except for the steady breathing beside you. There’s warmth spreading over your waist where his arm rests protectively and you smile. Once your vision accommodates to the darkness you see his sprawled out form, so pale in the night shades of your bedroom. He even got rid of the tank top he’s normally wearing to bed and you assume he must have felt just as hot as you.

You also realize that you must have fallen asleep before he even came back, cause you can’t seem to remember anything after changing your clothes in the wardrobe.

His embrace feels better than anything else in the world and you wish you could’ve stayed like that forever but your throat feels so dry that you decide to gently slip out. It’s no surprise that you still feel dizzy as you stand up, suddenly remembering the alcohol and the fatigue of workday. As quietly and carefully as possible you sneak out of the bed and then out of the bedroom, leaving Flip alone underneath the sheets.

One glass of water isn’t enough so you pour yourself another one. It’s been hours since dusk yet the air feels so heavy and hot as if during the day. Your skin feels sticky, like it’s covered in some sort of sweet syrup.

„You minx.”

His raspy voice coming from behind startles you at first, but his hands swiftly sneak around your waist before you get a word out. And you don’t even mind the warmth radiating off his body onto your back, engulfing you as he closes the distance between you both, that closeness is almost relieving. You haven’t been this close in a very long time.

„I thought you were asleep.” You say softly as you reach out to caress his face and he nuzzles his cheek into the crease between your shoulder and neck, kissing along your tense muscles.

„Can’t sleep without you. I need to know where you are.” He mumbles and you smile.

 It’s true, even when away on a mission or an investigation - he always calls. He knows when you’ll be back from work and wants to make sure you got home safe. That’s the protective side of his that you’ve learnt to adore, even if one could consider it an annoying trait.

With his vast work experience, the things he’s seen over the years but also the love he had for you from the very first day, he couldn’t just simply overlook your safety. You were that one string keeping him grounded and sane thorough all the madness in his life, he wouldn’t have forgiven himself if he’d lost you. It was almost like a ritual at this point. Him calling you from the station before you head for bed, sometimes you calling him at the hotel when you know his workday on a mission is over. Not only does it calm both of you down, it’s also a chance to have that much needed time to talk about ordinary things.

„I’m sorry I fell asleep on you. I had some wine, I don’t even remember when I passed out…”

„It’s okay. You work so hard, you deserve some rest.” His voice is soothing in your ears, almost as soothing as his soft lips traveling up along your pulse point. „And I was tired too.”

„Was? Past tense?” You whisper chuckling and his grasp on you tightens, he’s pulling you in even closer almost inhaling you whole. His hands run up your sides, gently cupping your breasts before they retreat, then climb up again, this time underneath your shirt. Ever so slowly, teasingly his fingertips dance over your skin, over your slowly hardening nipples. And despite his bodily warmth it still sends shiver down your back. 

He whispers but it feels like a thunder echoing along your neck.

„You already know.”

Your bodies move in unison as you turn around to face him. His face glows of late summer sweat in the dim light and it only accentuates his rough features, from cheekbones to jaw. He gives you a few seconds, enough to get a good look at his shadow-toned figure - arms,  thighs, collarbones, stomach and that strong chest - at your Flip, before he pulls you in once again. This time his hands are even greedier, his movements are more desperate. But you’re right there to reciprocate, bringing your own needy hands to his dark, sweat-tangled locks. And when his lips finally meet with yours it’s like breathing. It’s natural, it feels necessary. It’s like magic but better, cause there’s nothing realer than this.

„I missed you. So so much. I missed this.” He whispers in between kisses hastily. His voice is hushed but deep, like in a tantric prayer. Like a spell.

„Flip.” You call out quietly, a whisper echoing in the darkness. He hoists you up, you watch his arms flex in the corner of your eyes, hands clutching on your thighs for dear life as he places you ever so gently on the counter. Safe yet so close to the edge.

His movements are sensually slow, so different from the way you’ve remembered him. With lips parted you let him kiss away the tension from your shoulders, arms, neck, wrists…

„Let me.” He half asks half states as he sinks low on his knees. Your eyelids grow heavy with each touch of his plump, warm lips on your ankles, calves, below your knees, along your thighs. „My love, my queen.”

You don’t remember him him like this and you’re hypnotized. He’s like a drug flowing through your veins, heating you from underneath the skin. Like he’s controlling your whole body, its motions, you.

„Baby please.” You’re begging. Flip likes that, a lot.

„Say it again.” It’s the depth of his voice, the booming of it that wakes you up from this trance you’ve been stuck in. And he’s looking at you with those cinnamon-spiced honey eyes of his. The eyes that are now locked with your own hazy gaze.

He kisses your ankle without even looking away and it’s like fire burning you from underneath and that icy breath tingling on your skin.

„Please.” A whine.

„Again.”

„Please…”

It comes out nearly a whimper, but he’s relentless, his face stoical like a cliff. Proud, patient, waiting.

He’s tempting you, testing you as if it is the devil himself kneeling beneath your feet. Encouragingly grazing his fangs along the luscious skin of your thighs. Awaiting your surrender. Your submission.

„Say it like you mean it.”

Your heart is shaking in anticipation. It feels so wrong and yet you give in.

„Phillip, please. I need you.”

And he bites in, sucks in, leaves blooming marks like petals scattered around a bouquet of fresh wild peonies.

He devours you entirely, completely. Trembling, you’re losing control, in fact you’re giving it away, right into his eager hands, lips, hungry eyes.

 By the time his mouth reaches your clit you’re already blissed out, encouraging him with the motion of your hips, quietly gasping, begging for air, begging for more. Begging for no air at all.

It’s like you’re breaking apart, your body and mind conflicted yet something, someone, keeps them tied together, seals them with each caress. Your nerves are tingling but at the same time are so numb, like he’s crawled inside you, slick as a snake. He’s controlling you, the rhythm of your breathing, of your heart.

And your heart feels like a volcano, hot and ready to explode from your heaving chest.

„Y-yes, there, please.”

Your slick and his spit are one. Your inhales are synchronized with his lips. Perfect harmony, only it’s not quiet, it’s loud on his tongue, loud as the gasps leaving your mouth and even louder in your brain.

With your vision clouded you gaze down and that’s when it hits you.

Your limbs involuntarily shake, wave after wave crashing over you and within seconds you can barely breathe. Your mind is filled with light, like sun setting over beach, the sounds  of ocean rustling. You’re divided, both here and out there, not even sure which one is which cause all of these sensations feel so real.

There’s this immense hot heaviness climbing up your torso. It covers your ribs, moves swiftly over your cleavage, rests below your breast, on your heart. His hand reaching out to touch you even more. So gentle and loving yet so delightfully demanding.

„Yours.” You whisper even though he doesn’t question it verbally. It’s in the air and you just repeat it like echo, like a mantra.

Fingers dig into the counter, seeking support. He knows you’re almost there, he can feel it through your uncontrolled trembling, your spasming cunt. And so he catches you, holds you grounded, holds your thighs firmly apart with his strong hands. Somehow it doesn’t even matter that it’s the middle of a hot night, it doesn’t matter where did your underwear go, if the sun is about to hit your faces within the next few minutes, cause all you care about is him. And you keep chanting his name with that haunting promise.

„Yours Flip, yours. Yours.”

If only you could see these honey eyes as they drown in the sound of your voice, the eyes that can’t speak but still reflect his love for you - selfless, filled with adoration and respect. In his eyes you’re a statue, carved and perfected thorough the years, and now he’s bringing it to life.

Your body goes tense one more time, from head to toes, from the crown of your head and along your spine. He slows down, he wants it to last, he wants to feast on you for the rest of his days and even more, but he needs you to be fed.

And gods, he’s feeding you with everything he has, with the twirls of his tongue, with his own spit sticking to your sweat covered body, the tiny bites and that gloriously filthy loud sucking.

 It’s your arms that give in first and you lean back on the counter covered in sweaty bliss. His hands that kept your your thighs apart loosen the pressure, though you’re fairly sure of the bruising that will come out of it. The beauty of pleasure and pain.

Slowly he pushes himself up from his knees. And- fuck, he’s so in love with you he would propose to you the very next day if only that didn’t already belong to the past.

That’s when your eyes open. You catch him staring but he’s staring at you the way no other person ever did. Not like a prize, a plaything, no, he’s fucking mesmerized. All he sees is a goddess and the look in his eyes, his face says it all. It’s that tiny smirk on his stupid-beautiful face that cracks your heart open. You wonder how dare he tongue-fuck you into oblivion just to be so puppy looking seconds later. It’s like he’s testing you again.

„I fucking love you, y’know that right.”

„Phillip Zimmerman, how dare you. I should be the one saying that right now.” You chuckle but soon enough he gently grabs you, sitting you upright, his arms wrap around your waist yet again, eyes glossy with love. You’re speechless cause it feels like falling in love for the first time, this moment, him holding you close like this. You know this, you two have been like this in the past but you thought you’ve lost it somewhere along the way. Life can be rough, can be painful and sometimes just utterly normal, boring even. But here you are, gazing at each other longingly, maybe more in love than ever before because it’s no puppy love anymore, it’s a full-grown one.

His eyes follow the lines he draws with his fingers along your cheekbone, cheek, jaw before stopping at your chin. And he stares. Stares into your eyes.

He’s thinking how perfect you are, your face carved with determination, struggles but also beauty, and this immense love. He’s thinking how fortune must have helped his blind senses in catching you. And how he never wants to let you go.

He’s so lost in thought and so you take over finishing the sentence he meant to make. You seal the confession with your own lips, deepening it, making the words mean something beyond their definition.

With your eyes closed your hands glide over his face. You feel the softness of his skin, but also each of the tiny scars, the moles, the small imperfections that make Flip the person you know. Your person.

Your lips detach and you already miss their fullness, you miss the way they belong together.

„I meant that, you vixen.” He exclaims half-teasingly, but you know he’s sincere. You know him well enough to recognize it, so you just smile.

„I know. And I do love you too, so much. I really missed us.” As you speak he cups your face yet again but allows you to continue, not wanting to interrupt your thoughts. You were always better with words than him. „And I’m so proud of us, super-proud of you. How you grew over the years, how you’ve gotten better at everything you were already great at. And, like, grateful. For everything you do, for being so supportive and for being there for me an-”

„You better cut this sugary bullshit or you’ll make me so soft ’m not gonna be able to fuck you later.”

„Cutting it right now!” You pretty much cry it out and he chuckles flashing that full-blown smile of his, the one that’s reserved only for you.

„Good girl.” He says and you half-expect him to run off with you to the bedroom, but instead he kisses your forehead and pulls your arms over his shoulders. „But first, sleep.”

„What? No, no nonono. Babe, Flip, no, put me down. I can’t leave you hanging like this, let me-”

„No. Sleep. We need some more sleep first. Besides - I caught that small yawn you did 5 minutes ago, and you tried to freakin’ hide it from me so you’re not getting away with this one.”

„B-but…”

„I promise, we’ll catch up after a nap. Look, we woke up in the middle of the night and now it’s almost dawn.”

His words make your head spin in direction of window and you can’t believe he’s right as the first beams of sunlight hit your eyes. And of course you yawn on the spot, cause he’s really just has all the points.

 So you just nuzzle your head in the crook of his marble neck as he carefully hoists you up. You stay there, wrapped in his love through the finishing moments of night, and through couple more hours as both of your bodies rest covered in silky sheets, with limbs tangled together, breathing steady. Even when the air gets humid again covering your bodies with another layer of sweat, you don’t mind. You’re no longer against the heat, not if it’s the heat he covers you with, not if it’s the heat of you together.

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[ldymila]

I was Made for Lovin’ You

Characters: Flip Zimmerman/Reader

Warnings: NSFW // CW, smoking/alcohol use

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36281074/chapters/90447211

Twitter account: @benlightsabe_au

You walk into a pub late at night and meet a mysterious, charismatic, stranger tempting you to be nau“Lady Marmalade” playing by Ruby Brothers in the background when you pull the heavy sticky door of the pub open, wind blowing your hair in that chilly Colorado Springs night and let it close behind you. After a quick scan, the pub is half empty at this late hour in the night you decide to sit on the bar stool. It had been a long day. Your friend had pressed you to go to a house party with you. But she left you alone to go home with another guy. Instead of going back home, you decided to come to a bar and continue drinking.  

Sitting on the stool, you point at the bartender. “Gin and tonic please” running your hand through your hair that has become sticky with the constant smoke and alcohol all night. 

When you look around, you notice two men sitting on your left side on the stools. The one next to you is tall with black hair, wearing a light brown jacket, jeans, boots, and his legs seem to go on forever. Very tall. You think. You smile and notice he’s drinking Coors beer. You start sipping gin and tonic to avoid losing your mellow vibes. The other guy seems to be talking more animated and then says his farewells and leaves the bar. 

“Daddy Cool” by Boney M. starts playing. You smile as it is one of your favorites. 

You decide to smoke a cigarette, you put one between your lips and start scrambling for the light in your small bag. Then, suddenly the man next to you lights it. “Here” says with his low gruff voice. You look up with a smirk and let him light it for you. Then, you give him the box offering him one. He smiles and takes one, lights it up, and you both huff the smoke out. He has a nice beard, large hands, and is kind of handsome? Your heart flutters. 

“Thank you” you smile. “So, How are you?” you lean in. 

“Good” he says and points at the bartender for another round of beer. “Do you want another round?” he asks, pointing at your gin. 

“Sure” you let him pay for your drink. 

“What would a girl like you do….” looks at his watch “in a pub at almost 12AM” laughs. 

“Believe it or not, I was at this horrible house party, everyone was drinking and my friend left me to go fuck a guy” you laugh sipping your second gin and tonic. He laughs while drinking his beer from the bottle. 

“Oh too bad. Where are you going after this?” he asks. You take a moment, smirking, not sure what that means. 

A moment of awkward silence between you two. 

“Home? Unless there is a better offer” against your better judgment. Your inhibitions are lowered. It’s late at night, and this man is beautiful and mysterious. You watch his movements. He has a sexy voice, charismatic and dark. 

You look at each other through the smoke and smell of alcohol. He smiles for a brief moment and your heart skips a beat. Is this normal? No, no, I am just drunk. You cross your legs, letting one exposed through your long skirt. Suddenly your clothes start feeling tighter, warm, hot, when you look at his legs, he turns towards you, opening them. You are wearing a shirt, long skirt, and a jacket with platform shoes, your hair down your shoulders. 

“Oh I am all ears for an offer” he smiles.

You are hot, very hot. You convince yourself it’s the alcohol. Looking at his plush lips wanting to kiss them so badly. 

“Bathroom?” you point with your finger. He nodds shaking his head in agreement and huffs out the last of his smoke without breaking your gaze. 

You walk to the bathroom, stumbling a little, not believing what you are doing with a complete stranger in a remote pub in this late hour at night. You close the door, put your hands at the edge of the sink and breathe. Your cheeks are flushed. Would he come? What would I say to him? Do I know his name? He doesn’t know mine. Thoughts cross your head but it’s too late because he opens the door, filling the small area with his presence, closes and locks it behind. 

Your back is to the sink, looking up at him. You can smell his breath, smoke, large jacket with fur insides, your fingers around his collar, he gets closer to you putting his hands on either side of you over the sink. He leans in, your hands around his cheeks devouring, diving into his lips, kissing, licking, and breathing. He lifts you up suddenly, you gasp, and sit on the edge of the sink, his hands pulling your skirt up, running them on your soft thighs up up up pressing, squeezing to the part where it aches the most. He kisses your neck, you whimper with need that this stranger is making you feel wet in your panties, and it hurts not to have him inside you. You kiss his neck, lick that long muscle, his callous hands grope your ass, thighs. Your hands move under his jacket, around his shoulders and then you feel a holster with a gun and suddenly stop, backing off. 

“What? You have a gun?” breaking the kiss, yours and his lips swollen red from kissing. 

“Yea, I’m a cop” he tries to continue kissing you, but you pull him away. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask surprised. 

“Why does it matter?” he says. “Are you scared?” he smirks. 

“No, but it’s hot,” you smile. “What’s your name anyway?”

“Flip” he continues kissing you. You push him away, your legs wrapped around his waist holding him between your legs and you can feel his hard cock pressing through his jeans inside your thigh. “What kind of name is that?” you wonder. 

“stop asking questions” burying his face in your hair. 

“Uhh, okay I guess you’re the cop” you frown. “So, I should stop talking”

He steps back, fixes his hair. “Look, my name is Philip, but I go by Flip. What is your name?” he asks. 

“Ah, don’t do that, you’re a very arrogant man” you scoff, crossing your arms. “My name is Y/N”

“Good” he moves closer, opening your legs. “Can I fuck you now?” he bites your earlobe. The sheer volume and the forward words send shivers and heat to the warm wet place between your legs. You laugh through your kisses with him, arms wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, your ass on the sink. He yanks down your jacket, cups your breast, biting down your neck. “Uuuhh..” you moan, feeling his finger rubbing your clit. “Please Flip”you pull him closer, arms wrapped around his neck, your hands in his beautiful black hair. Your free hand runs on his hard cock bulging through his jeans, he hisses. “You want this,” he whispers, licking your neck. “Yes please”...you beg him, “say it nicer” he orders, “fuck me ” you whisper, “say it nicer I said” he orders, “fuck me please” you look in his eyes, your fingers opening his belt, the zipper, the underwear, it’s too close but too far, the urgency is there, and you wrap your small hand around his big hard cock, he hisses, pulling your underwear to the side. “Take some evil cop inside you” he says, thrusting himself full inside you, you hang onto his neck for dear life, moaning without care whether others in the pub could hear you. 

Tonight, I want to see it in your eyes

Feel the magic, there's something that drives me wild

And tonight, we're gonna make it all come true

'Cause girl, you were made for me

And girl, I was made for you

Playing in the bar as a faint song in your ears. 

He pushes his jeans down enough to be able to fuck you freely, still wearing his brown jacket, you pull it off him, falls to the floor, your hands go around his shoulder holster, red flannel, and the Star of David necklace dangles from his neck. You just love all of it. Him filling you with his cock. “Yea,...you like that?” he moans, “yes, continue please…please don’t stop”, he continues thrusting hard, deep. Your legs going up, fingers twirling in your platform shoes with every thrust, feeling him, pulling on his flannel ends that some buttons open revealing his white shirt under. 

I was made for lovin' you, baby

You were made for lovin' me

And I can give it all to you, baby

Can you give it all to me?

“Open” he orders you, “open your mouth”, he pushes his tongue inside your mouth, and you moan, feeling his tongue in match with his thrusts. “Fuck” you breathe enough to moan it out loud because you’re so close. This man is heaven sent, who is he, beautiful, strong, hard muscles moving under your fingers. He was made for loving me, for fucking me the song in your ear, you laugh when he bites your lower lip. 

He gets bigger somehow inside you and you can feel him close, burying his face in your neck, your hands in your hair, both moaning, and you can hear someone knocking at the door. “Flip” you whisper, “someone…uuh…is here…” you moan through his hard thrusts. He stops momentarily “fuck off” yells through the door, holds your face in his hands, kissing, licking at your lips, thrusting harder, and you can feel yourself close to the edge wanting to get to your release. “Harder…uhh..yes yes yes” you moan encouraging him to go faster, his hips pumping into you, his mouth muffling your moans, he feels you’re close, very close, and then you let yourself go, he stop thrusting letting you feel the wave, momentarily, “ahhh…” you moan loudly, he kisses your neck, bites your ear, before your breathing stops, in the throws of your passion, you want more, waves of pleasure running through your body, shaking when you feel his fingers rubbing your overly sensitive clit, his hips thrusting inside you, filling you, and you feel his body shuddering, he groans in your neck,  breaths waving your skin, your fingers in his hair, then he pulls out coming on the side of your thigh and some on the floor. You smile and watch him come all over, your hands straightening his disheveled hair, perspiring with sweat, he falls between your arms, still sitting on the sink, you kiss the sides of his face through his hair. 

“Fuck..”he groans coming down to earth from his pleasure. “Fuck…you’re hot” 

He takes your face in his hands and kisses you strongly on your lips. 

“Oh no” he sees the mess he made on your legs, pulls some paper towels and wipes it off you. 

“Want to come over?” he asks, smirking, nibbling his face in your hair. “again?” you laugh, “all night” he whispers and runs his tongue across your lips.

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[babbushka]

i think the fluffiest thing of all would be a couple hours or so after you give birth with your hubby flip, laying in your hospital bed just staring at the baby 🥺 i'd love to know how it went in your au after the birth with all the chaos over and just soaking in your new role as parents 🥺🥺🥺

(follow-up to this!)

After the cops had been kicked out, after everyone had come to visit you and meet the newest member of your family, after the nurses had cleaned him up and given him back, the three of you curl up around one another in the hospital bed and simply breathe.

It felt good to breathe, after the chaos of the birth of your baby. You don’t think you’d ever shouted that much in your life – not even on really heated trivia nights. You were sure your voice would suffer for it tomorrow, but that was okay. You didn’t plan on speaking above a whisper for a little while, too worried about disturbing the swaddled sleeping angel that you couldn’t bare to put down.

“He’s all ours, huh?” Flip says, shuffling a little closer. He’s up in the bed with you, far too big for it but he can’t even think about being anywhere else right now, anywhere other than as close to you as possible. “Really and wholly ours.”

The baby is here, and he’s sleeping. He’s going to be doing a lot of sleeping, for a while, and Flip knows this. It’s bizarre in a way, to see him out here in the real world. You and Flip have spent nine whole months talking to him, reading to him, telling him all about all the amazing things he’ll get to see and do once he’s here – and now that he’s here all he wants is to sleep.

That’s okay, Flip thinks, he’s got time. He’s got a whole lifetime ahead of him.

Flip tries not to cry. He doesn’t do a good job, tears leaking onto your shoulder where he’s resting his head, an arm slung gently across your arms where you’re holding your baby boy.

“Look at him, look what we made.” You nod, turn to kiss Flip, just a gentle press of your lips to his nose.

And Flip does, he does look. He looks at the baby’s sleeping little face, how his chubby cheeks are all smushed against your chest where he’s resting, nuzzling. Flip can’t help but smile, that’s definitely his kid alright, the way the baby clings to you, little mittened hands pressed against your clavicle.

“He’s perfect.” Flip says for what feels like the ten-thousandth time, “Ketsl, (Y/N) honey, he’s perfect, you’re perfect.”

Flip sits up enough to settle you in his arms, and you grin, your eyes shining wet in the low light of the hospital room.

“Asher.” You pronounce it the Hebrew way, the proper way, “Asher Zimmerman, what a name.”

And what a name it was. It was the best start you could give him, naming him something like that. Happiness, joy, blessed. All the things that you hope for your child, but all the ways you feel about him too. The baby, Asher – Ash for short, you’ve decided – is a bundle of sunshine, and it’s fitting, so fitting that he be the light of your lives.

“He’s got your eyes, I just know it.” Flip says, even though he knows Ash won’t open his eyes for quite some time, and even then, don’t they change?

“Well he’s certainly got your ears.” You tease softly, and Flip huffs out a little laugh, reaches up to your face.

“Between the two of us his nose will be out to here.” He pinches your nose between his fingers and gives you a little shake, brings your lips up to his and kisses you kisses you kisses you.

“You okay?” You ask against his lips, when his tears keep falling.

“Yeah – yeah I’m just.” He’s got no control over them, not right now. “Do you think he’ll like me?”

And that’s the big fear, isn’t it? That he’ll wind up just like his father, that he’ll turn into some cold calloused thing, this baby boy hating him. He’s told you this before, expressed this fear before, and just like you always do, you’re resting your forehead against his, rubbing your nose against his.

“Oh honey,” You say, and now you’re all choked up, “He’s going to adore you. Just the same way I do.”

“We’ve been looking forward to this for so long, and now he’s finally here and when we leave in the morning we get to take him with us and I almost can’t believe it.” Flip lifts one finger up to the baby’s face, ever so gently touches the soft skin there. He’s a little blotchy still, but he’s not even a day old yet, Flip doesn’t mind.

Suddenly you’re crying hard now, sobs shaking through you, and alarm bells ring in Flip’s mind. But he sees you’re smiling, laughing through your tears, and he knows that it means that you can’t believe it either.

“Thank you,” You pillow your head on his shoulder, looking down at your baby together, looking at how big your husband’s hand is compared to his tiny little face. “Philip, thank you.”

“Hey hey, look at me?” Flip cries whenever you cry, and you’re hiccupping now, and he knows he’s got to calm you or else the baby will wake up, certain the baby will sense your stress, even though it’s not stress at all, not really.  “You’re a miracle worker, you know that? You absolute angel? You perfect darling woman? I love you so much, and look at him, he loves you so much. He’s spent his entire life so far loving you, and he’ll love you for the rest of it. You know how I know?”

“How?” Your chin wobbles, and Flip cups your cheeks in his big hands and tries to blink through the blurry haze of joy behind his eyes.

“Because he’s half of me. And if anyone ever loved someone even half as much as I love you, then they’d be in love forever.” He says, pure and simple.

And you nod, lean forward to kiss him for as long as you can, until the events overtake you and you feel the pull of sleep tugging at your bones. You put the baby in his little bassinet near your hospital bed, and turn in your husband’s embrace, knowing that when the morning comes you’ll get to bring Ash home, and start the rest of your lives together.

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[bubblyani]

Overtime

(Flip Zimmerman x Reader)

A Flip Zimmerman One Shot

Rating: Mature

Request : May I make a request? If you say no that’s just fine! But maybe Flip Zimmerman and the new secretary at the station?@lemonypink

Author’s Note: I could picture this in the movie hahah. Anyways I hope y’all enjoy this.

Tagging: @meta-human-of-221b-ravenclaw

“Y/N! Need a copy of this report please!”

“Sure thing!”

“Hey! Is my handwriting sloppy ? I’ve always wanted to know”

“Well all I will say is ...maybe try writing slower”

“Argh! knew it”

You were full of soft giggles as you typed away in your typewriter. The phone rang with much gusto until you finally picked it up.

“Colorado Springs PD, how may I help you?...” you answered. With habit, you quickly took your notepad with one hand as you listened to the caller, “Uh huh...” you muttered, whilst writing down, “...sure. I will relay the message to him. Thank you for calling!” You said before you hung up.

Apart from the nonstop sounds of countless typewriters being utilized across the whole room, your ears were always brimming with requests, inquiries and complaints from all. Be it officers, detectives and civilians. Why wouldn’t it be? You were a secretary in the Intelligence Division. 

Being mostly surrounded by the detectives in the precinct, you were in the company of quite an interesting bunch.

“Y/N?” Especially One person in particular. “Yes Flip?”

Cheerfully, you greeted. Wearing one of his signature flannel shirts, Detective Flip Zimmerman stood in front of your desk there with his partner Jimmy Creek. “...Could you help me draft a letter to the sergeant, please?”

“Sure thing Flip...” you said, flipping into a new page in the notepad, “I’m just gonna need some details” you continued, “What is this pertaining to?”

“It’s about my resignation”

The pen suddenly dropped out of your hand.

“Your WHAT??“ You yelled out. Never did you think you’d be this loud as you were just now.

Finally unable to contain himself, Jimmy burst into laughter, forcing Flip and the others to join him. Upon realizing their scheme, you scowled.

“Not funny gentlemen” you said sternly, getting up from your chair. “Awww...you should have seen the look on your face” “Well, good for you Jimmy!” You said sarcastically, with your arms folded, watching Jimmy reenact your reaction to the rest of the gang. Shaking your head, you smiled eventually, finding the humor in the situation as you sat down. These men may be detectives, but the inner child had never left their bodies. “Sorry about that” Flip said softly, making you realize he was still standing by your desk. He sounded remorseful, you could tell from his voice. “It’s alright” you replied with a chuckle , before you began to type again.   “Didn’t think you’d be so surprised though” he said, watching you work while casually leaning against the desk. “No it’s just-” looking up, you quickly paused upon seeing his face, “....well you’re a good detective. And...it would be a mighty shame to see you go” you said.

“Thanks” With his eyes never leaving yours, he headed over to his own desk.

When it came to the matters of a criminal investigation, withholding information was a resounding no. But when it came to the matters of your heart, you knew it was best to withhold the most intimate details that lingered within. Especially when those details included your deep, affectionate feelings towards Flip Zimmerman.

It was obvious, You were drawn to him from the very first day. Being the first one you’ve encountered in Colorado Springs PD, he left a lasting impression. You could never forget that first day.

“Why are you staring like that?” He said that day, upon finding your eager eyes staring at the Colorado Springs PD signboard outside the building. Blushing with embarrassment, you struggled to answer. “It’s just that...I’ve never worked for Police before. It’s just unbelievable”  You remembered yourself mutter shyly, looking at the tall figure next to you. “Well...believe it. You’re one of us now”He said, before walking away. 

You remembered that small smile he gave. The way he made you feel inclusive with just one line. And the way he looked out for you in the precinct without making you feel you were a pity party.

The silent working hours allowed you to appreciate the handsome man he was. The flannel, the hair, the mustache certainly grew on you, to the point where maintaining eye contact was a difficult task. Possible but difficult. 

Jimmy’s laughter did not seem to fade, causing Rookie detective Ron Stallworth to enter the room with curiosity.

“Morning Everyone” he said looking around.

“Ron...” Jimmy cried out, “...you just missed something hilarious” he said, still in the midst of sniggers. Ron looked quite confused.

“Really?” He asked with a chuckle, “And what is that?”

“My embarrassment...”You answered, shaking your head, inciting more laughter from everyone in the room. 

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“You always have it up”

“Huh?”

Confused, you looked at Flip from your desk. Running his fingers through his raven hair, his inquisitive expression remained unchanged.

“Your hair...” he said, “It’s always up. Why?”

Feeling your high hair bun on the back of your head, you understood what he meant.

“Well...It’s proper. Isn’t it?” You said.

Being in a workplace, you never intended to look like a distraction. For it was easier to be one as a woman. So you wanted to be far from one. Hair bun, white shirt tucked in a navy blue skirt, you were the definition of proper.

“Y/L/N...” Sergeant Trapp came out of his office. You liked Trapp. He was kind to you. 

“I know this isn’t your usual rodeo but...do you mind staying back tonight for some overtime? Gotta hell a lot of paperwork to finish up”

“Of course sir...” you answered in an instant. You’d rather slave away and finish up the work than leave it hanging for later.

And so you did. Two hours into overtime, you noticed the detectives haven’t left office. Huddled around Stallworth’s desk, Zimmerman, Creek and Trapp were engaged in a serious conversation while Ron was on the phone. From the chatter collected in the room, you were well informed of the current investigation about the clan, the organization. You could not forget Ron’s daring attempt that started the case, and grouped the detectives together. 

“Oh Mr. Duke I’m so glad you asked” Ron said out loud, as he played his redneck persona, “What happened that day, it just boils my blood just thinking about it. Who do those colored folk think they are? Am I right?” Watching the others laugh silently, you could not help but stifle a grin.

“My sister?”

Ron began, suddenly in the mist of thinking, “Pamela? Oh she’s doing great ...” he said, making you furrow your brows with confusion, “In fact, she is dying to talk to you, Sir!” Just like the others, you were very confused. Even more so when Ron was looking directly at you. “You would?” He said, “Aww that would be mighty kind of you sir, let me just grab her” Covering the phone, he sat up, forcing everyone to direct their attention to you.

“Get over here” he mouthed at you. Your eyes widened.

“What?” You mouthed back. Snapping his finger, Flip finally understood what Ron was trying to do. You finally got up as you watched him walk towards you.

“Do it!” Flip said softly.

“Do what?” You asked with genuine confusion while walking with him to Ron’s desk.

“Come on! We’ve seen you do that impression” Ron whispered. He was right. To kill boredom, you would occasionally do an impression of Pamela, Ron’s imaginary sister who claimed to have been accosted by coloreds. You only did it for fun. Never did you think for once it was an audition, and now you were offered the part.

“What? But that’s just crazy” you said.

“This...would be perfect for us. This is gonna help us a lot” Flip said, looking at you. His words did not pressure you. Instead they gently convinced you to see the logic behind all this. Ron’s eyes gleamed as you sighed and took the phone.   “H-Hello?” You answered with a raised voice, “Oh my word...is this really Mr. Duke?” You feigned surprise, letting out an excited laughter. You played along in this game with an unexpected confidence. And Duke seemed to have bought it “Can I just say what an honor it is to hear your voice, Sir!”

Excitement was evident in Ron’s face, while the Sergeant looked surprised. But none of that mattered to you when you saw Flip’s look of admiration, hidden in his face in the form of a small smile.

Grabbing the phone from you, Ron gave you a thumbs up, as he continued the conversation.“Mr. Duke, this is Ron again...” he began, “As much as my sister would love to talk, she’s busy making dinner. Hehe...yes sir...” he said, his voice growing softer “... women sure do belong in the kitchen”

He added, shooting a teasing look at you, watching you roll your eyes and the others silently snigger. But halfway through, you saw Ron’s eyes widen.

“Oh! Really?” He said, “Wow I’d be honored sir. Thank you! Alright, You have a lovely evening too”

Hanging up, everyone held their breath until he finally spoke.

“Well...the big guy’s even more impressed, thanks to you” he said, pointing at you, “...Walter’s gonna give me a call with the meeting details for tonight...Flip, get ready for a Cross Burning” Ron said, setting his gaze over at Zimmerman, who merely nodded. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Y/N...what are you still doing here? Go home. I’ll drop you“

Jimmy may have teased you earlier, but he always had cared for you like a sibling. Hence he was surprised to still find you at the office around midnight.

“No Jim it’s okay...” you said, whilst stifling a yawn, “...got some reports to finish up anyway”

Truthfully, with your experience, finishing up paperwork was easy as pie. But the reason that kept you from leaving had no relation to any form of paperwork whatsoever.

With Flip and Ron out meeting the clan for the Cross Burning, you could not help but worry for Flip’s safety. Tonight especially, more than you ever did before.

Sure, Ron would be there to look out, for him. You knew he had his back. But worrying was never correlated with logic.

With Paperwork completed, You searched for petty excuses to hang around. Anything to keep yourself occupied until you could see him walk in through the door, alive and well.

With your eyelids getting heavy, you were tempted to close them, drifting into sleep. Maybe just 10 minutes, you thought. With your head on the table, you let the exhaustion take charge. 

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The subtle creaking noises of furniture woke you. Opening your eyes slowly, you sensed that morning had dawned already. The office was empty.

And Flip was standing before you. 

Relief washing over you like cool water over one’s face, you quickly covered  your mouth to wipe away any form of saliva you had. Embarrassingly, you greeted him with a sleepy smile. “The burning went well I’m guessing?”

“Yep...” he said, “although too much burning for my taste”

You sniffed the hot coffee in the air, which got stronger as he handed you a cup full of it.

“Figured You’d need a good wake up” he said, as you accepted it. “Yeah I do, with the accidental sleeping” you chuckled, taking a sip.

“Yeah, plus you...snore” Flip said, finally giving up to sniggers. You dropped your jaw in shock. “What? I do? Oh no...”You cried out frustratingly, laughing alongside him,  “...was I loud ?” You asked in a whisper.

“No...” he said, sitting on your desk, “...of course not”

“Oh good” Shaking your head in disbelief, you casually took off the hairpins off your messy head, letting the cascade of hair flow over your shoulders.

“Wait...” Flip said, “...you got uh...” Reaching out, he casually brushed a strand of hair off your face, which did not alarm you. For all the times you’ve waited for him to do this, you were secretly ecstatic. The moment eyes locked in each other’s, his hand did not leave. Instead his thumb grazed over your left temple. The way he stopped by your cheek, seemed to be a physical way of seeking permission. And your unaffected silence was your consent.

His touch comforted you, and for a man of his stature he was as gentle as he could be. As much as you were silent and welcoming, you wanted to make your intentions clearer. You took a daring risk the moment thumb brushed over your mouth. Pressing your lips against his finger, you embraced it with adoration, making sure he could feel it to the inner core.

And within seconds, your risk was deemed worthy the moment he moved towards you, quickly kissing you on the lips.

A sense of unrealized fulfillment came over you as you kissed Flip Zimmerman. You were excited, invigorated and intoxicated at the same time.

Pulling away, deep breaths were exchanged as foreheads were placed together. “Pretty...” Flip blurted out shyly, “....you look pretty with your hair down” he said, with his fingers tangled in your loose hair. You chuckled. “Thanks...” you said, placing the coffee cup on the table, “....you should see me in my normal clothes..” you joked, “I look much better “ you added with a smile. Flip’s eyes grew warm.

“Yeah I should...” He smiled back, “...maybe when we grab a bite sometime...”

Overjoyed, you kissed him once again with even more enthusiasm, grateful for the overtime work shift that made all this possible. ——————————————————

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[sanchosammy]

You’re My Person - Chapter Two

Word Count: 3980 - Chapter Two.

If you have any feedback, let me know! Much love to everyone who has been supporting chapter one. You’ve made my week!!

You loved working at the station so far. Nearly every morning for the past three weeks you walked through the doors full of happiness. It was only your second month living in Colorado Springs again but this had become your new comfortable in life.

Things just felt right in this job… in this town.

Not to mention you could say you had friends in town now. Well, kind of. It wasn’t the type of friends you had planned on making. Friends, nonetheless. For some reason the stubborn detectives found you tolerable to be around. It was never for perverted reasons, which you were thankful for. It would have been a ruined experienced for you considering you were a woman in a male dominated workplace. The group of grumps just liked you though and you found them humorous to be around.

Well, most of them liked you.

A particular detective would still avoid you as if you had the plague. That was Flip Zimmerman, of course. He did everything in his power to pretend you didn’t exist. You tried to find a chance to speak with him about everything; an attempt to bring some sort of truce between the two of you and find out why he hated you so much. That never worked out considering Flip refused to be alone in the same room with you.

The most you could get out of him was a few chuckles from his desk when he overheard a conversation between you and Ron. A slip up from his usual resentment filled attitude towards you. It was only this week that he stopped tensing up every time you walked into the room.

You leaned in the doorway with a smile. Jimmy, Flip and Ron grouped around a desk talking amongst themselves about something. Most likely about some case you assumed. You were meant to leave work a lot earlier as you should have been home by now, but tonight a coworker stopped you for conversation and it carried on a lot longer than you thought it would.

“Hey guys, I’m heading out. I’ll see you Monday.” You said while smiling at them.

This wasn’t an everyday thing but sometimes you found some sort of comfort in knowing there was someone you could say hello and goodbye to. Even if that happened to be your colleagues. The reality of living in Colorado Springs was not all roses and daises. This new lifestyle was nearly everything you wanted it to be but the fact is that nobody was waiting for you at home. That happened to be the only part that made you feel unsettled at the end of the day.

Jimmy smiled back with a brief wave before he returned back to studying the paper on the desk. Ron looked over as well and called back “Drive home safe, alright?”

You noticed how Flip watched the interaction wordlessly. A part of you hoped he would at least mumble some sort of goodbye but he remained silent throughout the interaction. You forced a smile as you turned around to leave. It was starting to become emotionally draining the longer he hated you. It was easy to not think about him when you lived somewhere else but this routine of having to see him physically loathe your presence each day was becoming more hurtful the longer it went on. You would’ve been understanding if he hadn’t felt anything when he saw you but this constant anger was kind of intense to deal with.

The air had already become bitter from the cold and it was only the beginning of fall. You could see your breath in front of you from the cold as you hurried into the car. The rides home had become such a bittersweet thing for you lately. It was calming after a long day at work but it still continued to bring forward that lonesome feeling inside.

Warm air blew out from the vent as the radio played softly keeping you distracted from the silence of the streets. The headlights illumining a soft light on the stretch of road ahead of you. This area of the ride home bothered you; it was a random stretch of nothing but trees until you hit the next neighborhood a mile away. You hummed with the soft music before a weird sound from the car cut you off.

And then another.

And another.

And then the car turned off completely as it began rolling to a complete stop. You pulled onto the side of the road immediately.

“Shit.” The only word that came to your mind was screamed out in frustration. You blinked looking at the now brightly lit gas-pump symbol mocking you from the dashboard.

You stepped out of the car and slammed the door out of anger. That anger mainly directed at yourself and now the poor car who had been starved thanks to your stupidity. You looked in both directions of the road trying to collect your thoughts. The closest gas station would be ten minutes away by car… Which wasn’t very helpful considering you didn’t have anything to put the gas in.

You let out a sigh while pressing your forehead against the cool metal of the door. The only answer coming to mind was to start walking in the direction of the store. At least it would have a phonebooth to call someone. And so, you started walking.

 A few minutes passed and the chilled weather was starting to make the tip of your nose burn. Headlights nearing you became a distraction on the otherwise empty and quiet road. An old truck slowed down as you became visible in the light and it eventually slowed to a stop next to you. You practically broke out a nervous sweat and swallowed hard trying to not seem freaked out.

The passenger window rolled down and you sucked in a breath.

“Flip?” His name coming out shaky as you said it. A mix between the cold and how surprised you were to see him out here.

“What are you doing out here?” His tone coming off harsh as he asked the question. His eyebrows scrunched together as he looked around the area for a hint to what you would be doing walking around at night.

“My car broke down… I ran out of gas.” You spoke up as you walked up to the window. The warmth from his truck felt heavenly.

He only briefly had taken in your appearance before speaking.

“Get in the truck, (Y/N).”  

The way he said it caught you off guard… It was as if there was no room for argument. No chance for you to say no. You paused for a brief second before pulling the door open. It was too cold out here to be stubborn. You didn’t care if he sounded that way at this point, you just didn’t want to walk any further in the dark. A small thank you came out as you practically jumped into the truck.

“Are you alright? Jesus, you’re fucking shaking.” He looked over you and it was the first time you’ve seen him so concerned about anything since you started working at the station. He turned the heat on a little higher. You hadn’t even replied yet as he did so.

“I’m fine, really. I was trying to find a phonebooth so I could call a tow truck or something.” You explained wrapping your jacket around you a little tighter. You looked over and the two of you made eye contact.

He had his red flannel on… something you really liked about him. He always looked so handsome at work in his plaid shirts. You only saw Flip from a distance because of how hard he made sure to keep away from you. Now being face to face with him, it made you grasp how attractive he really was. With you sitting in his truck across from him, you could even smell a soft presence of his cologne and it made your heartbeat faster in response.

“Fine? Your teeth are chattering.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and returned to the moment. You didn’t even notice the slight chatter until now. You tried to brush it off with a sheepish smile before continuing “I’m okay, I swear! I just…Would you be willing to drop me off at the gas station up the road, please?”

You sounded almost remorseful when you asked. You did feel guilt to some extent if you were being honest. He did everything in his ability to not speak with you and now he would be forced in a situation to drive you. And of course, you knew he’d do it purely out of his humanity rather than his feelings for you as a person.

He turned into his seat facing the steering wheel in front of him and his jaw tensed. He remained quiet without looking at you, seeming to be thinking it over intensely. Letting out a long-held breath before nodding more to himself than to you.

“I’ll just take you to get the gas… I have a container in the bed of the truck.” He wouldn’t look at you when he said it. His voice sounded forced and almost unsure if he wanted to let the words leave his lips.

Your voice coming out nearly a whisper from nerves. “Are you sure, I don’t mind waiting for a tow truck…”

He shook his head as he shifted the truck into drive. There were a few moments of silence from him as he picked up speed before deciding to finally speak up.  “I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you alone at night.”

“That’s what makes you such a good man.” You commented. You don’t know why you said it. An understanding that you knew he was only doing this because it was the right thing to do?

The rest of the ride to the gas station was filled with an uncomfortable silence. He seemed uneasy by your presence in his truck. You didn’t understand why completely but you tried to seem casual throughout the ride. When you arrived at the pump, he stopped you as you started to open the truck door.

“Just stay in the truck.” You blinked before shuffling to pull out cash from your pocket but he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I got it.”

Why was Flip being so polite… Awkward but polite, nonetheless. It confused you because he didn’t need to help you more than a ride here but he did. I mean, he didn’t seem fully happy about it but he didn’t leave you at the store.

You watched him as he pumped gas. His face showed how drained he seemed as the cold wind gently brushed his hair around. He looked tired and ready to be home… That thought floating in the back of your mind, who was at home waiting for him? Would they notice he wasn’t home at a usual time?

Anxiety rushed through you as a new realization hit. This was most likely the only time Flip would even speak to you. It was the only time he has even spoken to you in the past three weeks. It was wrong to use his generosity this way by cornering him but it was the only opportunity you had to force a conversation with him about his attitude towards you.

The ten-minute car ride you had left was going to have to be enough. You couldn’t let this chance slip away. You needed some sort of answer… Fuck, you just needed him to acknowledge you. There was a weird emptiness consuming you without him in your life. He was so close and yet always out of grasp. You wanted that childhood Philip back.

He slid back into his seat and pulled back out onto the road. He seemed a little less tense than before, one hand now on the wheel that he was no longer holding onto like it was his lifeline. You cleared your throat and attempted to get the conversation going. Start small, work your way up.

“I guess you’ll have to apologize to your wife for me. I’m sorry for making you get home so late.”

He raised an eyebrow from confusion but his eyes remained on the road ahead. He just mumbled back in that deep voice “I’m not married.”

“Girlfriend?” You asked almost too quickly.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Dog?”

That earned the softest of a chuckle out of him before a quiet no. You had butterflies at your ability to make him laugh even if it was a small one. You hated to admit how happy you felt knowing he was single. As if you had a chance though, the man treated you like a criminal.

“What about you? You don’t have someone worried sick that you’re not home yet?” He asked with an unsure voice and that shocked you. Flip was actually making conversation.

“Nah, nobody is waiting for me. I just moved back to town two months ago… My uncle Tommy left his place to me.”

“I’m sorry about Tommy, by the way.” He replied in a soft voice. The sympathy made you emotional and you forcibly held back some tears at the thought of your uncle.

“Thanks…”

You paused to calm down and simply collect your thoughts. You didn’t have time to cry in his truck. “So… I never pictured you being a detective. What’s that about?”

He looked over at you for a second before his eyes trailed back to the road again. He chewed on the side of his cheek as he thought about it for a moment. He was withdrawing again; you could feel it.

“Yeah, I don’t know. I like it.”

This was the wrong time to bring up the problem at hand but you knew deep down that he may never speak to you again anyway, and so you had to take that step now. You didn’t want to beat around the bush, you wanted an answer from him.

“Hey, I was actually hoping to talk to you…”

“Shoot.” He said without a second thought.

“I noticed that you don’t seem to like having me around at the station. Frankly, you seem to downright hate me. I don’t know what I did to make you this upset but I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’d hate for work to be this weird for us forever, you know?”

His hand tightened against the steering wheel and his knuckle practically turned white this time. It seemed to be a regular occurrence with him when he’s bothered. He let out a forced bitter laugh to himself. Not the reaction you hoped for.

“What?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” He snapped at you in response.

“No, I want to talk about this Philip.”

“Have you considered that maybe I don’t want to talk about, (Y/N)?” He snapped again and his bitterness flowed back through his words and tone. His face twisting with irritation as he tried to focus on driving as if this conversation wasn’t happening.  

“Well, I do! You’re the one walking around the station with a stick up your ass all the time. At least I’m being an adult about this and trying to make amends. Which I would say is pretty mature considering I haven’t done anything to you.”

You knew this wasn’t the correct way to go about things. You planned for this conversation to be calm and talked through with understanding and respect for each other… However, all that went out of your mind the moment you heard that same attitude he would have when you were kids. It only brought out your own.

His eyebrows shot up as he scoffed at you, looking over for a moment to see if you were serious or not.  “Never done anything to me? That right there is your problem, (Y/N). You never took any sort of accountability for what you did to me.”

“What did I fucking do to you, Zimmerman? I would love an explanation as to why you’re such an asshole to me lately.”

“Because you fucking left me!” He screamed and it practically stunned you speechless. He didn’t care though. You opened up something that he tried for years to keep concealed, all his grief and anger from the situation finally releasing itself. The mental torture that you had put him through was finally being placed on display. “You left me. No warning, no phone call, no letter. Nothing. I thought you would come back but then you didn’t. I waited for you like a fucking idiot.” He slammed his hand against the dashboard at the last sentence, a reaction from the sudden hit of adrenaline and rush of emotion. He continued on, his voice still incredibly loud in the truck “And then I was convinced you had died! There was even a fucking rumor in school that you and your family died in a car crash and that’s why everyone in your house disappeared. I mean I had to hear about that for three fucking years.”

“I’m… I didn’t know, okay?” your voice was soft and you stuttered through the words. “This wasn’t all on me! I had no idea it was going to happen. Dad packed everything while I was at school that day and… I don’t know, Flip. I think he tried to skip town because he owed more than he could pay off.”

The truck had become deathly quiet for a minute. You didn’t know what to say and you felt left in a state of shock by his outburst. He was right though. Looking back on everything, that must have been awful to deal with… someone disappearing without a trace. It was fair to say you never had a choice over the situation, your father having removed all connection from Colorado Springs. You knew he couldn’t keep a job and later heard rumors that he was constantly asking for loans from local friends. Friends he never saw again after he left town.

You tried to keep in the tears and forced yourself not to sniffle. You couldn’t handle being seen as the same crybaby you were considered during your childhood arguments with Flip. Clearing your throat and attempting to speak without your voice cracking, which didn’t really work out. “When we moved, I was devasted… I was just as heartbroken. The last thing I ever wanted to do is hurt you, I know it doesn’t seem like that but I promise I would’ve given you the world if you asked me… God, I’m so sorry Philip.”

Flip slowed down and pulled over near your car. You looked over at him wondering what was going on through his mind. Flip didn’t move hardly and he refused to look at you. His eyes closed and his body remained tense. The only thing noticeable being his chest rising with heavy breathes.

You didn’t know what he was thinking. He had finally got something off his chest that he was holding onto for several years. You imagined this was his closure; that he could finally move on from the past and open up a new chapter. With a heavy exhale you decided to not force him to say anything.

“Listen… I understand now. You won’t have to speak with me again outside of the job…. Thanks for the ride, Flip.” You practically whispered. It wasn’t bitter or cruel when you said it but sincere. You don’t blame him for not wanting to see your face. You wouldn’t want to see you every day if you were in his position.

You pushed the truck door open and the cold air hit your harder this time. The fresh tears on your face felt warm because of it. You couldn’t help but shiver slightly from a mix of adrenaline and stepping out of the warm truck. Lifting the gas container from the back of his truck was surprisingly a lot heavier than you expected and you attempted to not show that.  

The truck door opened forcefully before it was slammed out of presumed anger. The sound of the metal clicking together was full of intense emotion. A part of you grimaced from the sound alone. He probably noticed you having trouble with the container and felt obligated to help you, and that bothered you intensely.

You turned around ready to turn down his offer and tell him you have it under control before you stopped in your tracks. He was storming around the car and you didn’t know what this meant for you. He hardly stopped in front of you as he didn’t hesitate to cup your face with his warm hands bringing you into a kiss. Full of passion and lost time between the two of you. He didn’t hold back as you stumbled backwards into the side of his truck, which he practically pushed you against with his own body.

He was the one to pull away after a moment and it left the both of you breathing heavily. He didn’t say anything about the conversation, the kiss, or anything at all. You watched as he picked up the gas container and poured it in the car for you silently. You didn’t want to say anything though. Nearly numb and high from the feeling of his kiss; you couldn’t think any further about what this meant right now so instead you watched him pour the gas.

 He finished and placed the container into the bed of the truck. You watched him closely as he stepped closer to you and you don’t know why but he slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His chin resting on the top of your head, much like he would do when you were teenagers. The memory of him teasing you about the height difference resurfacing from the action and you couldn’t help but smile from the feeling of doing this again.

Flip was warm and he smelled like a mix of men’s cologne and cigarettes. You liked it, honestly. His arms wrapped around you made you feel secure and it was the first time in a while that you felt this way. A fear was already settling in that this could be the last time and it scared the shit out of you. It was too soon to even ask him to not let this be the last time he holds you this way… Did he even forgive you for everything? Was this his way of showing forgiveness?

He pulled away without any rush before pulling you by your hand to the car door. He opened it and held it ready for you. You slipped into the driver’s seat of your car and finally looked at him. This whole thing feeling unreal and somewhat like a fever dream. He seemed unsure of what he wanted to say and so instead he leaned down slightly.

“Get home safe, okay?”

“You too, Flip…” You whispered back. He smiled softly looking over your face for a moment. Like this was the first time he had truly looked at you since you came back. Then shutting the door and standing there waiting. He didn’t return to his truck until you pulled back onto the road; you could see him watching you from the rearview mirror as you slowly pulled off.

You didn’t know what this meant for the two of you. Was this an accident from him? An attempt at finding some sort of peace from the past?

You hoped he would continue whatever that was. You’d never been kissed like that in your life. You’ve never felt any sort of spark between you and another person like that, and you honestly craved more of him.

Work was going to be weird Monday.

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[detectivezimmerman]

The Last Goodnight

October 31st, 1947. 

Just heard back from Bridges, I’m officially on the case. Shouldn’t be too eventful, shouldn’t take too long. At least, that’s what I’m hoping. But then again, when do these things ever go as planned...?

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A mystery 1940s noir AU;  ‘choose your own adventure’

This Halloween, follow along with Detective Philip Zimmerman as he takes on the toughest murder case of his career. 

Playing the part of his partner, you the reader, will have to help Det. Zimmerman decipher clues found in evidence that he uncovers, to help catch a notorious murderer. 

With options at every turn, you are responsible for our good detective’s fate. Choose wisely – or not so wisely – and end up at any one of 6 unique endings sure to chill, thrill, and fulfill.

Be warned, this fic is not for the faint of heart, and please do heed the warnings before diving in – but if you dare to take a turn at this story, I hope you’re prepared to sleep with one eye open ;)

Coming soon to AO3!

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INTOXICATING

FLIP ZIMMERMAN X READER

Words: 1.5k+

Rating: Not Safe For Anything

Prompt: Do you think you could write about reader and flip both being cops and having to go under cover together as a married couple and since you’ve always liked him it’s like your dream to have to “pretend” to be in love with him? If you want you can try and make this a little smutty please and thank you

A/N: Do I think I could write about this? Fuck yes. Do I think I could do this justice? Also yes. Lets get some of that hot cop action. I’m keeping this nice and short so I can “test the water” - if you guys like it, maybe there’ll be more?

It’s easy, you think, to get wrapped up in a story that isn’t yours in this job.

Acting is part and parcel - you test the ropes, fit into the skin of someone else entirely. Their thoughts become yours, and there’s always an intangible moment of the threshold being crossed. The match is struck, and suddenly: your thoughts aren’t your own.

But there are those times.

Those moments when the stage lights dim, and oh: it’s hardly a performance at all.

And that’s on Flip fucking Zimmerman.

Bridges pulls you into his office at a quarter past the hour, stubbing a cheap cigarette into the ashtray on his desk in the cold morning light.

“Narcotics bust. Investigation’s been handed to this department against my better judgement, but let’s just cut out the politics for a moment.”

Flip just leans back in his chair; scent of woodsmoke and rain all caught up in the pinstripes on his shirt. His lip always twitches when he’s bored, you realise - it’s a habit he’d hate if you ever dared to bring it up to him.

Unsurprisingly: it’s a habit you’ve grown to absolutely adore.

Bridges leans forward on his seat.

“Now”, he licks his lips, pointing to his office door, “out on the floor there’s talk of this case being a dead-end. But I don’t fucking care what you’ve heard - we nail it, and we nail it this month.”

He opens up a drawer and throws a dossier right at you; eliciting a sound as you catch it in the air. Paper splays, your heart kicking up a notch.

“You’re newlyweds. Married couple of months back: shotgun elopement over money troubles. I want it to be the most fucking convincing shit that you bring to this table, got it? You’re there to get cushy; just show up, make an appearance. Lots of wandering hands. Hell, just sell it, and sell it well.”

You don’t even look at Flip - you don’t make a damned sound. Just sit there flushing with this...this warmth, this gorgeous feeling of excitement and nervousness and panic, holy shit, this is not good, you are in about five layers too deep here--

Flip huffs a disbelieving laugh, running a huge hand through his hair. His cheeks are a shade darker than usual - one hand splayed on his jeans.

“Chief, when I signed on for this job: I wasn’t exactly expecting to be--”

“--to be an undercover fucking cop? What, you didn’t read the job description?” Bridges leans back, folding his arms. “It’s acting, detective. Either you take it or get the hell outta my office.”

And even though this isn’t the job you signed on for; it’s sure as hell a job you’ll gladly do.

Because here’s the the one, catastrophic, beautiful, terrible thing about Flip Zimmerman:

He’s absolutely intoxicating to watch perform.

He’s your favourite actor in every way that counts. A calloused hand that takes yours with this poetic certainty, your matching wedding rings glinting on your fingers. The bar’s low lit; smells of stale beer and stained wood in the booth as he brings your knuckles right up to his plush lips.

They part, wet and gentle, right as his eyes spark to yours.

“You’re so beautiful”, he murmurs, breathless as his moustache tickles at your hand. The fire that he says it with lingers on every inch of his freckled face; pulls him into the look of a lovestruck teenager, burning with appreciation and passion at the smallest insistence.

And if your heart drops at the realisation of this being make-believe - it can only be for a moment. Only a fleeting hesitation that can mar your features, because this flirtation is just...

...Work. It’s work.

So you laugh musically and drag your body close, leaning into the crook of his flannel shirt. Your dress flows, the jukebox flicking between songs as you trail two fingers across the planes of his chest.

Every inch as hard and taut as you’d imagined.

“I like this”, you confess, giddy on the role that blurs between fiction and reality.

Flip takes a swig of his beer. Lets it play on his tongue before he fans his palm against your stomach, pushing the material there tight. His fingers point downward suggestively; in response, your whole body jolts with electricity and promises.

“And what is it you’re liking?”

You purse your lips, shuffling to push your ass halfway onto his lap. His body seems to tighten for a moment before slackening into your motions; remembering himself and his part in this performance.

“Being with you” you admit, “spending time just...” your hands snake downward, pausing at the place his leather belt meets the hemline of his jeans “...showing you everything I think of doing to you.”

Flip hums in appreciation, but your heart...shit, it’s going at a mile a minute.

“You mean...” he swallows, cracking in his throat as his head dips towards your ear. Lips skim the shell, his breath hot on your jaw and making you shiver.

“...something like this?” Flip huskily whispers, and oh.

Oh god.

Yes.

He pulls you further into him; pulls your ass flush against his jeans so that you can feel...feel everything. Every throb of his hardening cock that begs for relief in this shitty, quiet bar. The heat of it already; God, he’s so fucking good at this. Getting himself so worked up for the sake of a job, managing to flirt his way into getting aroused--

There’s no need to pretend on your part; at the feel of him subtly gyrating his hips towards yours, your cunt clenches. A whimper stifles in your throat as he rearranges himself to push your thighs either side of his - your back against his chest, his lips nipping and biting at your neck.

Oh God. Oh Christ. This is too much, this is so much.

But never enough.

How could it ever be enough?

“So beautiful”, his hand strokes at the inside of your thigh, right where your hip and legs meet. The heat between your legs is like a wildfire; having Flip Zimmerman, the most exquisite man you’ve ever seen, so brazenly fucking himself against your ass in a quiet corner of a dim bar just in case anyone is watching.

Could be that nobody you’re profiling is here. Could be this is all just a show for an audience who never bought a ticket.

Could be.

Does it matter?

Your brain is slurry as his hands fist the material of your dress, big and clammy but certain: tracing lines dangerously close to a thousand places you need him to touch. Your hips are out of view, just below the booth’s table, but anyone who makes the mistake of walking by will know, in an instant, that you’re every inch the newlyweds you pretend to be.

The thought of this being just a job is gone - replaced by lust; a haze so strong you can hardly see through it.

Fingers dip below the hem of your dress; inching the fabric, peeling it back as slowly as possible. Where his fingertips touch your bare skin, your blood catches: when you push back just so against his thick cock, Flip takes an unsteady breath.

“You’re so hard”, you sigh, genuinely shocked by how painfully real this all is.

He squeezes the flesh on your thigh, swallowing hard.

“You like it, don’t you?” Flip’s lips dust your hairline, his voice dripping with quiet wanting. “Knew you would. Bet you’re dripping for me.”

And it’s madness - call it dedication to the job, or just full-on losing every last inhibition, but you just can’t stop yourself. Your hand finds his under your dress; rides the material up, up, up and guides him to dip below the waistband of your underwear.

Flip chokes.

“Shit.”

His heart begins to pick up pace against your back as he brings one index finger down towards the wet heat of you; cautious, he just ever so slightly strokes it over your slit.

You whimper at just how wet you are: Flip’s muscled arms tightening on your waist.

“Look at you”, his finger stroking through the wet heat of you, edging inside just slightly as he feels you part for him, “I knew. Knew you’d be nice and tight for me.”

You nod emphatically as Flip eases a second finger deeper into you, testing you as his nose nuzzles into your cheek. His breath is sharp from the beer, scent spicy from cologne.

He’s fingering you in the bar. In public.

Holy shit.

And this - is this even...are you still on script? What was his name? He’s...

“Aaron...”

Flip’s fingers grow less cautious as he dips them out, stroking at you and making your whole body vibrate.

“Say my name”, he whispers very, very quietly. His breath stutters and shakes. “I’ll let you cum, just...my name.”

You rock into him, craning for release as one of your hands grasps at the leather couch cushions. You shouldn’t - you shouldn’t say it, but nobody’s close, and the thick haze - God, it’s so strong--

“Flip” you half-whisper, choking on it as it leaves your lips “let me cum, Flip. Please.”

He groans into your hairline.

“Heaven help me...”

Flip rubs these tight circles into your clit until you’re teetering, pulling on the edge, almost certainly ready to snap--

And then pushes them inside you; two thick fingers that fill you up right as you clamp around him. Bright white dots at your vision; your heart thundering, eyes fluttering as Flip claps his free hand over your mouth. His hips are pushing flush against your ass, rocking himself as he cusses under his breath.

“That’s my girl.”

When he pulls his fingers out of you, you gasp at the feel of aching from emptiness. You drip all the way down your thighs as Flip wipes his fingers off on his jeans; now a mess of precum and you.

And even though you’re not quite his girl - not yet - at least you were right about one thing:

Flip Zimmerman is intoxicating.

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