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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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If possible can you write another 1970s Flip Zimmerman fic

A/N: Sorry this took so long I hope you like it 😭💔

Flip Zimmerman x Black Reader

Fluffy fluff, slice of life

Harmonies of cricket and cicadas buzz in the air. The night sky has too many stars to even count. Gentle humming of the beat up pick up truck you’re driving almost puts you to sleep. An eight hour shift at the dinner left your legs sore and your patience thin. All you wanted was the sweet embrace of a warm shower and your comfy bed. The truck comes to a halt as you turn off the ignition. The house that sits in front of you only has one light on in the bedroom.

“Ugh he beat me to it,” you moan, realizing you’d probably have to wait for your shower. You quietly close the driver’s side door and head inside. Pattering of water hitting the shower floor can be faintly heard from the front door. You place your keys in the bowl next to the door and make your way to your. The bathroom door is slightly open, letting out all the steam in the room. You could hear your husband’s faint whistling coming from inside.

“At least he’s in a good mood,” you say to yourself and you slip off your shoes. The new shag carpet is a welcome feeling to your sore toes. You begged for three weeks for this carpet before Flip finally gave in. Not making his homemade lunches for a week certainly sped up the process. Noise ceases from the bathroom and you head in to switch out with him.

“Hey honey,” Flip says, pressing a few kisses into your forehead. His towel sits dangerously low on his hips, and if you weren’t two seconds from passing out you’d take advantage of it.

“Hey babe”, you groan as you remove your little name tag and dress. The ratty old dress smells like old french fries and powdered sugar. Begging your boss for a new one has been a futile process, but perseverance is your strong suit.

The hot shower strips you of all worries, smells, and soreness. Your once tense shoulders relax under the warmth of the water. Lavender soap leaves its scent on you as you exit the tub shower and brush your teeth. Flip left your comfiest nightgown in the bathroom for you to slip into.

The bedroom is mostly quiet as you enter except for the record playing one of Flip’s records. Your mammoth of a husband lays across the bed with a cigarette between his lips and a file in his lap.

“Long day?” you ask, crawling into bed. Flip places the file on the nightstand.

“Not as long as yours,” he chuckles. With his lap now free you lay your head down. Your husband gently starts taking out the pins in your hair. Your body immediately relaxes into his.

“Stupid manager won’t give me a new uniform,” you whine. “And I had this one customer tipped me two cents.Two cents!”

Flip can’t help but laugh at your distress as he removes the last of the pins, leaving a little clinking sound as he places them in the ceramic dish on the nightstand.

“What is so funny? That was a very harrowing experience for me.”

“I don’t doubt that honey,” he chuckles. With your hair finally free from its constraints, you wrap it up in your silk scarf and pull your bonnet over it. Your husband always admires you when you do that part and you can never figure out why. “There’s nothing I can do about the shitty tips, but I can maybe…persuade your boss into giving you that uniform.” A mischievous look flickers in his eyes.

“What, you’re going to use some good ole police intimidation? I don't want him to fire me because you’re going around acting crazy, Flip.”

“I wasn’t going to do that. I just have heard some things about a potential side business he might be running that isn’t exactly legal. They’re just rumors, so we can’t actually do anything about them. I was just going to scare him a little with my knowledge, and get you that uniform.”

“So police intimidation?”

“Just a tiny bit.”

You roll your eyes in amusement, and crawl under the warm covers next to your husband. His rhythmic heartbeat guides you into a deep sleep. The warmth you feel with him is an indescribable feeling. That warmth is the last thing you remember as you start to dream.

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hauntingoldhouses · 30 days

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be young and be wild, be free and alive 🩰

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heythrrdelilah · 1 year

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I have some free time now that I can’t finish my college with my class next week and have to wait until January. So send in those requests.

-Timothée chalamet (any of his characters too)

-regulus black

-kylo ren

-Adam driver (any of his characters too)

-Fred weasley

-Steve Rogers

-Chris evans

-xiaojun

-mingi

-Felix

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calummss · 8 months

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PREY | FLIP ZIMMERMAN

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summary: never trust a charming man. his charm might turn into your worst nightmare when the man seems too good to be true

pairing: fem! reader x flip zimmerman

words: 2.1k

a/n: this is the weirdest idea i’ve ever had, do not ask how i came up with it…i wrote this for english lit so if there a name or description to the my oc i changed to ‘y/n’ please ignore since i didnt proof read!!

TW! kidnapping, implied cannibalism

"I can hear you, sweetheart," taunting words fell between the rapid rustling and crunching of the autumn leaves, creaking branches, and the smell of wet weeds and newly bloomed wild flowers.

A thin layer of sweat covered the nape of your neck; your hairs stuck to the side of your face as you twisted and turned to see what direction was the way out of the forest maze—quickly and safely. Every second you pondered, you wasted time. Every wrong turn you took, you wasted energy. Every second, you were hopelessly running away from safety.

You felt a surge of adrenaline as the cold air bit into your lungs. You forced your legs to push harder off the muddy ground and slippery roots, anticipating the relief of finding someone who could help. A sudden ringing noise penetrated your ear; a waft of air shot past you. Your heart sank into what seemed like a bottomless pit in your stomach when you saw a shotgun shell embedded in tree bark. A meaningless piece of brass and plastic, the colour of gasoline fuel, but its shape solid; red like blood.

Your screaming burst through your lungs; it was the only weapon you had. Your breath was sharp and frantic, your eyes wide filled with tears. Fear washed over you as you thought of the possibility of your life being cut short just because you had trusted a man who turned out to be the kind of charming until he got what he needed.

"You broke my trust, Y/n." His voice sang through the thick air. "You know, my favourite game as a boy used to be hide-and-seek. Always played with my brother, friends, family,” A short but taunting silence made your heart race. "They always complained because I played unfairly and cheated," he said, to the sound of his gun clocking. "I disagree."

The soft ground blurred below you. You continued running for what seemed like longer than it should have, figuring it was because of the psychopath on your tail. The only things that could hinder you from survival were your physical limits and your doubt. But your exhaustion also came running after you, and your cramping legs gave in, falling into the pile of wet leaves. Your body shook as you pressed your back against the tree trunk, trying to regain some sort of power to keep on running, but it was no use.

His frame edged closer and closer, his black shoulder-length hair blowing in the low wind. His dark gaze fixed on you as his twisted smile sent shivers down your spine.

Your mind went frantic with the thought, ‘weak.’

He looked at you, jaw clenched, inches away from you. Nostrils picked up the scent of his cologne as your lips started to tremble, knowing you had failed to outrun him. What would he do now that you had tried to run away? You didn’t know.

"You look beautiful when you're scared," he crouches down, cocking his head. "But the fun is over now and I get really angry when people try to outsmart me. Will you try to outsmart me again?"

"Please!" Your voice cracks. "Please, you don’t have to do this!" You cry out, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

"But I do," his voice now soft like it had been before he opened up the door to his cabin. "I have to do this."

Your crying intensified; your chest grew tight as bile rose in your throat. Blood pounded in your ears. Your hands shook. Your feet tingled. Your vision was disfigured, as if you were looking through a fish tank. There was nothing else you could do but give up. His strong arms scooped you off the ground and started carrying you away.

Your heart pounded even harder when you could see a street poking from behind the branches, realising you had given up before the finish line. Darkness was torn from your face, and a matrix of lights blinded you. Groaning, you shifted, attempting to jerk away from the brightness beyond your lids. Your hand hits your face, the drowsiness making you feel like a marionette. But even though your limbs feel heavy, like they had piled on imaginary weight, you tried to pull herself together. Pushing your torso off the ground, you noticed you were back in the living room you had been in moments before you took off running. Your eyes scanned for restraints—none.

But there he was. Tall, broad, muscular, wearing...black? A black blazer buttoned over something white, dark trousers, black shoes, all melting together into one until you blink a few times.

He must have noticed your surprise.

"Don’t worry," he took a swig of beer. "This manor is human proof. Both escaping," he huffed out, placing his hands on his thighs before talking towards the kitchen counter, "I mean like escape proof, soundproof, everything proof." He laughed.

"Why are you doing this?"

You spoke, your heart pounding and your voice cracking. "What the fuck is happening?"

He cackled, like he had one too many drinks, and laughed at a terribly awful joke. "Something very unfortunate for you."

"Let me go. Please. I swear I—I won’t tell anyone."

Silence.

“What happened, Flip?" Your gaze dropped to his frame, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. His hands engulfed the beer bottle he held. "What did I do wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong, Y/n." Monotone. Dry.

"Then please tell me why you are doing this to me." You couldn’t stop your chin from trembling or your heart from wanting to explode out of your chest. "You treated me so well. We slept together. And now. What is this?"

Flip scrambled out of his seat.

Your eyes darted across the room—the drawing room at the cabin, nothing but miles of land and sheep. It stood close to the sea, just off the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, which at this time of year had the strongest and toughest currents.

Flip placed the beer on one of the coffee tables and braced his weight on the gold-encrusted sofa that stood perfectly opposite you.

"I mean don’t get me wrong, dear, the sex was incredible and probably some of the best I ever had but it was part of my scheme."

"What scheme? To lure me to the woods?” You wanted to shout, but every bit of effort you made to speak or move was tripled against the weight of you building fear.

"Look, it’s nothing personal, Y/n," he said, lifting the corner of his lips. "You took my bait and now it's on you. It’s not my fault when you’re so gullible when it comes to love. I mean seriously, falling in love within three dates?"

"Is Flip even your real name?"

"Yes. My full name is Philip Zummerman."

"You give your victims your government name?"

"Well, it’s not like any of them will ever tell the police," he chuckled, his white teeth shining between his black moustache and beard. "You asked me before why I am doing this. I have an answer to that but I don’t think you’ll enjoy it as much."

"What is the answer?"

"I am handsome, well proportioned and insanely wealthy. Those two components work rather marvellously together. I either charm my way out of any trouble or I’ll just pay off what I need to. Humans are leeches by nature, you know," he took another sip of his beer. "Humans crave luxuries and comfort, and what else?"

"I don’t know."

“Yes, you do. C’mon!" He slouched down with the biggest grin he had yet given.

“Ehm,” pause, “Money?"

“Ding Ding Ding…money. How much money do you think it will take to buy an ordinary man’s silence? Say less than a thousand dollars? Maybe even two if he’s desperate enough."

You had no idea how to behave. You felt like you were compelled to listen to him.

Flip stood back up again, beer in his hand, his back facing her as he paced around on the dark ebony floors, the squeaking penetrating your ears.

“And how much do you think you will need to persuade that same man, so dull and simple, to take a life?" His feet stopped moving.

A deafening silence.

What?

"Those dirty old men rummaging around the dirty cities of Colorado would do it for 5.000? Maybe 10. But in their eyes, you are worthless. Not worthy of anything except the price tag above your head that has compelled them to blindly follow any orders given to them. Just like dogs. I think there’s a psychology behind it but then again I am no psychologist,"

“What are you going to do with me?" You asked once more, collecting every ounce of calmness you had left, forcing yourself to make contact with him.

He sighed in response. Like he was... bored, annoyed, rushed? Perhaps all three?

"I’m going to kill and eat you."

His gaze went through you like a blast of ice, his sick smile making your stomach churn. Your muscles stiffened, paralyzed by fear. You could hear the slow, dragging beat of your heart. Fear became a tangible living force that crept over you like some hungry beast, immobilising you and your brain, holding you captive. Every muscle in your body screamed at you to try and escape again, but you remained frozen.

"What…" Bile started to rise again.

"I will kill you, and I will eat you." The clicking of his tongue enunciating his pointed finger on you. "A simple concept really."

Panic started to settle in again. Fear creeping from behind, the hair on the nape of your neck stood up.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." Nothing but high-pitched whimpers. Shallow breaths made it impossible to think clearly.

Your mind was scattered. How to escape? What had happened? Was your hand numb? Why did it feel like little pinpricks?

"This isn’t happening."

"It’s happening." His dark, monotone voice penetrated past your thoughts.

"It’s not happening. It’s not happening. This is all a bad dream."

You never had a heart attack but if someone had told you this is what it felt like, you wouldn’t doubt them. Your breathing was laboured, and your palms felt wet. You couldn’t think of anything but that your chest might get crushed any minute. "Oh, Lord," you started, "save me just this once."

You were trying to breathe, but you couldn’t. Someone was clutching your throat, stopping you from taking full breaths. But there was no one stopping you. Tears started trickling down your cheeks as panic crept over you again. This time, panic was unavoidable. It felt like forever. You sat there and panicked. He kept trying to say something, but nothing but mumbles made it past your ear. What he tried to tell you was inaudible.

‘Y/N!’

So suddenly his shouting erupted, bringing your mind back to reality as you stared blankly at him. You could feel a tear sitting at your lower lash line.

“There you are," Flip’s voice was half way between a whisper and a shout, deep and rumbling like the earthquake below you but still full of the danger you felt whenever you noticed his eyes on you. "Y/n."

“You’re a cannibal?" You choked back the fear and guilt you felt in your heart, speaking to yourself .

“Don’t insult your own intelligence," he tuts. "I do have a tendency to strongly dislike people who belittle themselves for the sole reason of incompetence or lack of confidence."

“And you just eat people?"

"I have refined tastes," he answers, his expression emotionless, but you could see the coiled tension in his body, the rage ready to spill forth. "You have complimented me on my cooking just earlier this evening. I remember the way your eyes fluttered, enjoying the thigh fillet. I would say your tastes are the same as mine. Why don’t we get you relaxed, dear? Hm? I have a room just for you and we’ll talk about this once you are back to normal."

"Normal. Normal."

You could feel his arms underneath you as he brought you to his chest. Feet dangling in the air as he made his way towards a wooden door that led down a spiral staircase, a red carpet greeting you as he walked past another long hallway until he came to a halt in front of the second-to-last door.

"You know, my dear, normally in these types of situations there would be some revulsion at the revelation that you’ve consumed a person. I see nothing of that in your demeanour. You don’t seem to care about the fact that others have suffered to land on my plate, yet you only seem to panic after you found out that you would meet their same fate... Tell me why? Do you think you are more important?"

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mrs-gucci · 7 months

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For the Hunt

{ werewolf!flip zimmerman x female reader }

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

thank you for submitting this!!

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

word count: 995

🐺 written for werewolf wednesday 🐺

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-Flip…”

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

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

You gasp softly, eyebrows knitting in pleasure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Flip."

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

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

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gardenfullofsage · 1 year

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Cherries

Flip Zimmerman x Fem!Reader

Reader has a hard time, getting over her attraction towards Flip. A date gone South, however would finally aid her into getting what she wants.

word count: 2,357 words

Warning(s) Smut smut smut, a bit of misogyny, Mentions of a black eye. I don't own this Gif

(edited)

‘’He’s 13 years your senior.’’ ‘’ Wouldn’t you like someone older?’’ ‘’You’ll grow out if this phase.’’

‘’He’s not into young girls.’’ Blah blah blah

Your friend tries so hard to drill her words into your head.

No matter how hard you try you can’t fight the attraction you have for him. He’s so much older, handsome, broad, rough, and experienced. Not like the other lanky town boys, who can’t wait to rub one out.

This is your third time calling his desk today. Call it desperation maybe, you’re hoping he’s there this time. Your previous calls went straight to voicemail.

‘’ Flip, speaking.’’ Is all you hear from the other line. You jolt your heart beating in two different parts. ‘’H-hey yes I’d like to report a theft.’’ You shakily speak, kicking yourself for stuttering. You feel him shift on the other side of the phone. ‘’Ma’am this is the division of intelligence, I think you got the wrong desk. Hold on while I transfer your call to the, main desk.’’ You don’t get to say anything else before you’re put on hold.

You slam your phone on the counter harshly. Gritting your teeth.

‘’I hate him’’ You mutter.

This is starting to get pathetic really. Maybe Sophie is right. Maybe this is just a phase.

Sophie planned yet another date for you, this time a boy she met in the mall. If you didn’t know better you’d think she was planning your murder.

You were only 3 weeks into the summer. The Colorado heat beating down your neck. Your short flowy dress does zero justice. You made your way around town finally reaching the dinner.

The dinner however was empty. Fleetwood Mac playing softly in the background as you looked for your ‘date.’ Your eyes settled on a red head. His eyes never leaving your legs, you cursed yourself for even listening to Sophie.

‘’I hate her’’ you muttered for the tenth time today.

‘’Hey, Y/N right?’’ said the red head as he made his way over to you. You plastered on a fake smile as you nodded. He came in for a hug though, his hand stayed on your waist.

‘’The names Jack, Sophie’s says a lot about you.’’ He says his hand inching close to your bum. You squirm uncomfortably. You move around him and make your way to the booth he was sitting at.

Jack wasn’t too far behind. Instead of sitting at the booth directly across from you, he sits next to you. You keep as close to the wall as you can, but you feel him inch closer.

‘’Good afternoon, welcome to Sally's, what can I get for ya’.’’ The waitress finally made her appearance. You take this opportunity and shove the arm he placed on your shoulder previously, off of you. You feign innocence as you look over the menu.

‘’I’ll get the cheeseburger with curly fries on the side, oh and a Vanilla milkshake.’’ You say handing her the menu.

‘’Actually, she’ll take the ranch salad, and a water. Get me a beer and a steak with the anchovies on the side.’’ Jake says, handing her the menu.

You scoff, but before you can speak up the waitress is already gone.

‘’Sorry, I don’t like my girls… what’s the word fat.’’ He says, a stupid smile plastered on his face.

You stare at his face blankly clenching your fist, fighting the urge to smack the stupid smirk off his raunchy face.

‘’I don’t like my boys smelly.’’ You say forcing your way out of the booth.

He angrily gripped your wrist and forced you back into your seat.

His grip bruising as you grimace.

‘’I like my women obedient.’’ He remarks his breath fanning across your face. You try to fight his grip off of you, the booth granting you a disadvantage. ‘’I should teach you a lesson, hm?’’ He says as you continue to fight your way out of his grip.

You don’t know if anyone cares to help, or they're simply too scared.

‘’Get. Off. Of. Me. You piece of shit.’’ At this point you just resort to kicking.

His grip loosens a bit as he grunts in pain. You use this to your advantage and run out of the dinner. He’s hot on your tail.

You run across the street flailing your arms around like a mad woman.

‘’Get back over here, you’re only making it worse for yourself.’’ You hear him yell.

Your hearts pounding in your ears, you’re panting heavily. You run into a nearby gas station slamming the door closed.

The customers in the shop, staring at you wide eyed.

You duck behind an aisle as you hear the door slam open. You’re too focused on the footsteps coming in the shop, you fail to notice the heavy ones coming from behind you.

A rough tap on your shoulder has you nearly entering into cardiac arrest.

Your eyes widen as you make eye contact with Flip.

You don’t know if your heart is beating out of fear or arousal. You can’t tell anymore.

You stare at each other for a bit, before you feel Jack come up from behind.

‘’Hey man, sorry my woman, she's just out of control.’’ Jack says cackling softly.

He goes to reach for your arm, you pull back bumping into Flips chest.

‘’I’m not your woman, back up you fucking weirdo.’’ Jacks friendly smile quickly turned evil.

‘’Honey, you’re making this really difficult, Come here now!’’ You flinch at his tone, you remain still; feet digging onto the tiled floor.

The once full gas station soon became empty. Just You, Flip, and this crazy redneck.

Flip clears his throat from behind you, you keep your eyes on Jack, as his gaze goes over your head staring at Flip.

‘’I’m not much of a woman reader, but I’m pretty sure she means back off.’’ You can’t see him but, you imagine the cold look he must have on his face.

‘’What the fuck do you know, back off and mind your business shit face.’’ At this point you believe Jack’s just digging his grave.

You feel Flip move around you, roughly putting you behind him.

You get lost in your head while you stare at Flips back remembering and reminiscing, the time you first met.

He had arrested you for ruining your next-door neighbor's garden.

She had it coming, she was a racist.

He was forcing you, well trying to force you into his truck.

You threatened to claw his eyes out. Your denim skirt rising with every kick you gave.

He was rough, as picked you up and pinned you on the hood of his car.

‘’You can try sweetheart, let's see how fast I’ll have you on the ground.’’ You felt his hard on pressing into your backside. You whimpered at the threat. Squirming at the hold he had on your wrists.

You prayed and hoped they would bruise.

He chuckled darkly, as his large hand moved your hair to the side. You could smell black coffee and cigarette on his breath.

That was the first encounter, and God were you hooked.

Maybe you were Insane. No one has ever talked to you in that way, not that you’d allow it.

You feel your panties dampen at the memory of Flips roughness.

You were too into your head you didn’t notice Flips fingers snapping in front of your face.

‘’You really like trouble huh?’’ He muttered out.

You don’t reply as you look behind him, noticing Jacks absence.

‘’Did you kill him?’’ Stupid question, still didn’t hurt to ask.

Flip laughed, ‘’Are you insane?’’ You huff out in annoyance before answering.

‘’Yes, move, you're in my way.’’ You don’t know what caused the switch in your attitude. You were horny, frustrated, and humiliated.

You make your way pass Flip, before being pulled into his chest.

His grip on your wrist tight as he made his way to the back of the gas station.

You try to get out of his grip. Before he slams you against a wall, the impact dizzying.

You lose focus and barely register where you are.

All you can see is Flip, all you can smell is Flip. You close you eyes, and let out a shudder. The buzzing of the store fridges the only sound in the vicinity.

‘’You know, you’re trouble right?’’ You feel him whisper. You keep your eyes closed.

His hand grips your face roughly, squeezing your cheeks together your mouth forms into a pout.

He shakes your face side to side.

You let out a whimper involuntarily.

‘’So responsive.’’He chuckles out

‘’You think I don’t know its you calling my desk, at 1 in the morning?’’ At that your face hardens you shove him back.

‘’Yeah, then how come you never answered asshole.’’ You spit out

Flip chuckles dryly.

What’s up with this man and chuckling. Is something funny?

You don’t finish that thought before his hands gripping your hair forcing your head back.

You moan out, as you feel his thigh come up between your legs.

‘’Please.’’ You don’t know what you’re begging for as you close your eyes.

The hold on your hair tightens as you mewl. ‘’Eyes on me pretty girl.’’ He slaps your cheek softly, your eyes open as you stare at him through your lashes.

‘’Good girl.’’ He mutters softly.

‘’Will you be good?’’ He whispers.

You nod your head.

Flip pulls away entirely. You whimper, missing his touch. You feel pathetic.

‘’Please, please I’ll be good I promise.’’You say gripping onto his flannel.

‘’That’s what I like to hear’’ He pulls you into his chest as he smashes his lips onto yours.

You feel him groan against your lips, his kiss rough, and hot.

Everything you wanted and more.

You feel his hands lift up the skirt of your dress. You hold your breath as his fingers prod at your heat.

‘’God, you're wet.’’ Is all he says before he pulls your panties to the side wasting no time in finger fucking you with his fingers.

You can’t control the loud moans leaving your mouth. His fingers felt too good. You were so touch deprived you felt close to your orgasm already.

‘’Such a dirty girl, Hm.’’ ‘’What happened to the tough girl from a few days ago.’’ ‘’ You’re so desperate for me huh? So pathetic.’’ ‘’That’s it, that’s my good girl.’’ His words dizzying as you grip his flannel.

He rips his fingers out of you as he forces you against the wall. You’re to anxious and desperate you start to wail and plead for him.

The sound of a belt clanking and a zipper going down has you biting your lip in anticipation.

Flip Grips your waist roughly as he kicks your legs apart. You feel his tip make contact with your needy hole, and you clench around nothing.

‘’Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want it.’’ He growls out his hand gripping your hair making you look back at him.

‘’Please I want it so bad, I’ve been good please-.’’ Your words were cut off by the loud moan you released.

His pace was merciless. His thrusts rough and fast.

He pulled your hair, tugging your face back as he roughly kissed your mouth.

He pants and groans into your mouth.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his pace quickens somehow.

‘’You taste like fucking cherries.’’ He groans into your mouth. You smile as you open your eyes staring darkly at him. Flip spanks you roughly, making you moan.

‘’You like that? You like when I'm rough with you.’’ He says spanking you twice, thrice.

‘’Yes.’’ Is all you moan out. You feel yourself clenching as you reach your peek.

You gush all over him as you cum. Stars spotting your vision, your mouth wide open as he forces his fingers into your mouth. ‘’Give me one more. ’' He mutters into your ear tugging your dress down as your breasts spill out.

He slaps them as you mewl.

His pace quickens somehow his thrusts desperate, as tears cloud your vision. You suck and roll your tongue over his fingers.

‘’Shit, yeah just like that.’’ ‘’such a good fucking girl.’’ ‘’My good fucking girl.’’ ‘’only, I get to fuck you like this, you hear me. This pussy belongs to me.’’ You Nod your head as your moans increase in volume.

‘’I can’t please, it’s too much.’’ You curl your toes into your shoes.

‘’Yes, you can, give me one more, be a good girl.’’ Flips fingers reach forward and harshly spank your clit. You cry out as you come for the second time. This time your legs quiver.

You feel his thrust get desperate. You reach behind you and grip on his long, ebony hair. ‘’Please come inside of me, I want it, give it to me.’’ You say breathlessly.

He groans out as he stills completely. He fills you up as you maintain eye contact.

He pulls out softly, his seed already spilling down your legs.

‘’Go outside and wait for me in the truck, I got to clean up your mess.’’ He says before planting a kiss onto your lips.

You walk out of the room, receiving a slap on your ass.

The gas station remained empty.

As you made your way outside. You could see Jack across the street sporting a shiner on his eye.

You smile widely as you climb into the big red truck.

Flip walks out, a pep in his step.

As he climbs in he reaches into his flannel, pulling out a cigarette.

He stares into the rearview mirror. Noticing the stare Jack was giving the car.

Flip roughly grabs your chin, before pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

His hands start the ignition as he pulls out of the parking lot.

‘’I like my girls insane.’’ Is all he says, a wide smile taking over his features as he drives off.

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Hope you enjoyed this lol. As always, my requests are always open.

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman smut #adam driver x reader #adam driver smut #adam driver

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juniperwoodwell · 1 year

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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

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safarigirlsp · 8 months

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2022 Halloween & Horror Fic Recap

✨🍁🐈‍⬛🎃💛✨

Live Deliciously

Salem Jacques Le Gris x Witch Reader

Word Count: 23.5k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Horror Themes. Dark Themes. Graphic Violence. Gruesome Horror. Gore. Guns. Hanging. Burning at the Stake. Old Timey Sexism. Black Magic. Good Times with Witchcraft. Revenge Through Witchcraft. Violence Against Women and Men, but They Deserve It. Light Violence Against Reader. Canon-Consistent Rape, Not by Jacques and Not of Reader. Half-Assed Puritan Values. Virgin Reader. ☠️ Margeurite ☠️

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The Case of the Colorado Cannibal

Flip Zimmerman x Lawyer Reader

Word Count: 18.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Horror. Action. Violence. Gore. Graphic Violence. Lots of everything aforementioned. Very Horror and Action Oriented.

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Music of the Night

Victorian Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 14.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Graphic Violence. Fires. Guns. Murder. Old Timey Sexism. Romance. Dark Phantom of the Opera Vibes. Victorian Kylo.

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The Devil Went Down To Dodge City

Gunfighter Flip Zimmerman x Devil OC

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Horror Themes. Violence. Gore. Guns. Old Timey Sexism. Western. Devil Shenanigans. ☠️ Rey ☠️

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The Beast

Vampire Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: None! Shocking! Some light horror and sexy themes.

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Amateur Hour

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Action. Horror Themes. Murder. Graphic Violence. Knife Violence. Axe Violence. Gore.

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Make A Wish

Vampire Jacques Le Gris x Vampire Hunter Reader

Word Count: 14.5k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Horror. Adventure. Graphic Violence. Blood & Gore. Humor. Romance. Sexism. Bromance. Campy Bullshit. B-Movie Style Monster Crossovers. Vampires. Djinn. Nietzche. Violence Against Women and Children, but They’re Monsters and They Deserve it.

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Maneater

Commander Mills x Lawyer Reader

Word Count: 37.5k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Violence. Blood. Gore. Graphic Dinosaur Violence. Enemies to Lovers. Idiots in Love. Sexism in Survival Situations. Hot Toxic Masculinity. Character Crossovers. The Commander Mills Jurassic Park AU that had to happen.

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#my stuff!#my writing #best #fic #halloween #jacques le gris x you #jacques le gris x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #gunfighter!flip #commander mills x reader #commander mills x you

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hopeamarsu · 2 years

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Hi! I would like to suggest a request, can you do a Flip Zimmerman x Reader prompt with “You look stunning tonight” quote, like they’re both on a date night. Also Congratulations!!, 🎉 on your many followers. 🙂

Thank you so much!

I ended going for a pre-date night experience, but I hope you enjoy this! The title is from a song Glow by Madcon, somehow the lyrics speak to this story.

Can't wait to see you glow

Flip Zimmerman x fem reader (no pronouns)

Rating Teen

Word count 1,2k

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, reader wears a bra.

Summary: It's date night and you've bought something new for the occasion.

The evening glow in the bedroom makes everything glow differently, like they hold secrets and pulse excitedly over keeping them. All the hues of the wooden cabinets come out to play, along with the shadows in the corner and rays of the sun hitting the duvet. The dimming light sparkles off your selection of bottles and jewelry on top of the vanity, creating a starry night inside. It’s magical, this silent moment inside the room and normally you love to watch the tango of light and shadow, but tonight all your focus is elsewhere.

You sit in front of the vanity, dressed only in garters and a light underskirt, huffing as you struggle with your bra. It’s one you haven’t worn before, the lace tights and unyielding as you struggle to close the clasp behind you.

You could clasp it in the front, but you know how the lace scratches while you twist it around your body, so you prefer to clasp it right from the back. But this particular design is giving you trouble. You knew you shouldn’t have listened to your friend raving over the new Canadian brand that’s finally available in Colorado Springs. This much trouble isn’t worth the pretty lace.

Your hand slips a little and you can feel the hook miss its counterpart and the movement almost loosens the groan threatening to escape. Your arms ache like crazy from being pulled back in an unnatural position for so long, but stubbornly you align the pieces again, pushing your shoulders back. Missing the target once more, you let your hands fall to your side and huff.

The bedroom door creaks a little and without looking, you know your man has entered the room. Flip has a way of filling out a room just by entering it, a powerful presence that leaves a lasting mark. It’s not just his height and width that does it, but the aura he carries with him. He knows who he is, not in a cocky way, but in a way that allows him to be confident in himself. It’s what makes him an excellent detective.

Also without looking you know he’s wearing his standard uniform; a flannel shirt over dark jeans, his long black hair framing his angular face and aquiline nose. His dark eyes have already scanned the room for threats, something you know Flip does unconsciously whenever he enters a new space but here it only takes a second before he relaxes minutely. It’s the life of a detective, he always has to be ready. Especially after the epic clusterfuck of the Klan case. You don’t even mention it anymore, only smiling softly inward when he does it.

“I’m almost finished,” You murmur, shaking your arms a little to get rid of the ache. He hums softly, his low bass vibrating in your neck. “Can I help?” He traces his long, thick finger up and down your spine and you shiver. Flip’s finger stops at your neck, the pad of his finger pressing down light as a feather. He then moves towards your ear, trailing gooseflesh behind him.

“Mmm, please.” Your answer is more of a purr but he picks it up and acts accordingly. The finger leaves your neck and two hands grasp at the bra bands. You both hold your breaths until the final metal hook is in place. It only takes a few seconds for him, but it feels like the world has stopped during it, waiting alongside you.

There is something intimate about the action, how he treats the lace delicately but surely and smooths down the fabric at your back with soft movements to ensure there are no wrinkles and nothing presses down uncomfortably. Flip lets himself linger and you can feel him be hesitant about relinquishing his touch on your skin.

There is a need inside you to lean back, fall into his embrace and never leave the room and his arms. Your eyes meet with coffee and amber colored ones in the mirror and you know Flip can read your thoughts like they were said out loud. But words are not needed, his eyes also tell a story of their own. One that matches yours.

Emotions swirl in the endless orbs as you continue to watch each other via the looking glass. His large hand moves from your back and splays over your stomach, his shoulders framing and towering over your sitting figure. Together like this the image is now complete and a powerful sense overwhelms all the previous emotions. You feel protected in here.

It’s just you and him, together, sharing the moment and sharing a life. There is no other way you’d have it but with him by your side.

“You look stunning tonight,” Flip whispers, his bears and whiskers tickling your sensitive flesh as they move with his mouth hot near your ear. You can feel the telltale signs of rebuttal lick your veins but his naked desire is so visible in him that you find yourself speechless.

“I’m a man who counts each day as a blessing for I can spend them with you. And to see you like this, this beautiful and stunning and glowing, I find myself asking what god have I served so well that they’ve allowed me to touch heaven. I don’t know the answer but I know I will continue to worship on that altar for all my life.”

There is something lodged in your throat surely, because you can’t have an answer to something beautiful like that. Flip doesn’t need an answer though, moving to your side and kneeling down on one knee. His long arm sweeps past you, fetching the two rings on your vanity before grasping your hand in his.

Just as slowly, with as much delicacy as before with your undergarment, Flip slips them into your ring finger, the cool metal feeling so familiar yet so different in that moment. It’s like its the first time again he’s put the rings on your person and you can almost hear the ghost of courthouse chatter behind you. Once they are in place, Flip runs a thumb across the metal adoringly, that small boyish grin on his plush lips. He leans forward, brushing his lips on your temple.

At your quizzical look - Flip is normally not this chaste with his affections - he offers a small shrug. “Don’t want to mess up your stunning look just yet, sweetheart. But later, I promise.” He winks and you burst out laughing and shoo him off while calling him cheeky. Date night hasn’t even started yet and the man is out here, charming the pants off you.

Like he knows what you are thinking, Flip turns in the doorway. For a moment, your husband looks carefree and young and your heart swells with happiness and love. His eyes twinkle and the same boyish grin is on his lips as he quips the words before disappearing from view with a low laughter.

“It’s why you love me, sweetheart.”

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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AUG 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, misc./multi fandom 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Sept 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Marc Spector

Bruises by @stevenngrant

✨ Steven Grant

Before and After by @marvelousmermaid (gn!reader) (pre/post breakup, nightmares, sad ending)

P.S. I love you! by @nowritingonthewall (steven, marc, gn!reader)

Prompt – patching up a wound by @magpie-to-the-morning **

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Dave York

Still Worship, Desires and Complications by @ezrasbirdie (dave york x f!reader x marcus pike) (cw: mmf, daddy kink, injuries, adult content) **

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Daze by @iamskyereads (slice of life) (domestic ezra universe) (prof!f!reader) (cw: children) **

In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

Seven Tears (series) by @grogusmum (selkie!ezra) (f!reader) **

✨ Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels

Sweet Thing by @clydesducktape (gn!reader) (cw: food mention)

✨ Javi Gutierrez

Art Imitating Life by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

✨ Javier Peña

For You by @ezrasbirdie (f!reader) **

✨ Marcus Pike

Marcus Watching Antiques Roadshow Tipsy (imagine) by @youvebeenlivingfictional

Starting Over (series) by @wardenparker , & @absurdthirst (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy, divorce)

✨ Oberyn Martell

Oberyn and the Merling (series) by @grogusmum (merling!gn!reader) *

✨ Pero Tovar

I Won’t Give Up by @writeforfandoms (a/b/o au) (alpha!pero) (omega!f!reader) **

The Smell of Fresh Bread by @absurdthirst (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman)

None for You by @squidlywiddly87 (cw: age gap, dom/sub themes) (black!f!reader) **

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap, daddy kink) (f!reader) **

Slip Into Your Skin by @stargirlfics (black!f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Approach Shift (series) by @psithurista (f!reader) **

✨ Clyde Logan (Adam Driver, Logan Lucky)

Beautiful Eyes by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader) (cw: drink mention)

✨ Dragon Age

The Last Warlord: That Which is Valued Most (series) by BlueEyedBadger on ao3

✨ Flip Zimmerman (Adam Driver)

Can’t Wait to See You Glow by @hopeamarsu (f!reader)

Ember of a Dying Flame by @hopeamarsu (gn!reader) (cw: blood, injuries)

✨ Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Thots about Hopper by @letterfromvienna (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

A Fascination by @iamskyereads (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

First Watch by @the-blind-assassin-12 (cw: guns, violence, explosions, sex) *

Warmin’ Up by @pumpkin-stars (afab!reader) **

check out part one for more fic recs; star wars, rogue one, the mandalorian, & triple frontier

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princessflip · 4 years

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Scene of Destruction- Chapter 2 (Flip Zimmerman x Black!reader)

Hi babies! I’m so sorry for no update last week, it’s been pretty stressful. I’m moving into my dorms in less than a week, so I’m getting everything ready!

I hope you enjoy this update of Scene of Destruction!

TW: Brief mention of a hate crime

The days were starting to get colder in Colorado Springs as winter rapidly approached. Luckily for the Colorado Springs Police Department, crime spiked in the summer and dimmed down in the winter. Unluckily for the department, that meant more dragging days for the officers and detectives. The day had been spent in the indoor range practicing aim, discarding old paperwork that was no longer needed, and prank calls from just as restless teenagers.

At this point, Flip had considered quitting, going home, and finding something more productive to do until the weather warmed back up. Just when he was about to give in, there came a knock on the glass doors of the detective wing. Flip was the first out of his seat and at the door, pulling it wide open. He expected an elated chief with a case in his hand but instead was greeted with a small, familiar figure holding multiple boxes of what smelled to be the most delicious donuts in the area.

Y/N let out a struggling groan as she balanced the boxes in her arms. "A little help here!" The small voice echoed from behind the boxes. Flip snapped out of his shock that she had returned and swiftly pulled the boxes from her, carrying them to his desk. Everyone jumped from their seats and ran over, eager to get a bite of the sweet-smelling desserts. Flip smacked them away from the boxes and scolded them like small children. "Where are your manners?" His voice boomed in a tone to make any man tremble. The chorus of apologies seemed to be enough for him.

With a chorus of praise and thanks, each man returned to their desks with at least two donuts in hand. Flip turned to Y/N with a soft smile on his face. "Thank you for the donuts... It's been a long day." He let out a heavy sigh as he walked to the corner and grabbed an extra chair. He set it down beside his desk before plopping down in his desk chair. "Hard cases?" Y/N questioned as she situated herself in the chair he had offered and grabbing a donut of her own. Flip let out a strained laugh and shook his head. "Lack thereof." He corrected her. Y/N raised her eyebrow slightly. "I guess seasonal crime is true, huh?" Flip nodded his head solemnly. "The same way... every... fucking... year..." He accentuated.

Flip was relieved that Y/N had decided to stay to keep them all company. He had missed her over the last week. Sometimes, she was all he could think about. Truth be told, most of the detectives had given up on her case. Racism was so prevalent in Colorado Springs, that it had just been pushed behind the many cases before it. Flip was the only one still working on the case. He had been able to track down some witnesses and gained a few names in the process. He was slowly narrowing the down when he could get in touch with them. He wasn't going to let her down. He had made a promise to her.

When Y/N decided it was time for her to go home to cook dinner, Flip was devastated. He wanted nothing more than to spend more hours with her, but he understood. He stood up from his desk chair as she helped clean up the room. He helped pick up some napkins and tossed them into the trash along with the empty donut boxes. He walked over to her and gently placed his hand on the dip in her back, guiding her out the big doors. He walked with her down the stairs and outside, a soft smile on his face. "Had to make sure you made it to your car safely." He reassured her as he stepped back, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. He watched her climb into the car and roll the window down. "Thank you, detective." Her voice was sly as she teased him. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. "Drive home safe, Y/N." She reassured him in return.

Flip still had his shift to finish, but it seemed to fly by now that he had been able to see Y/N for the day. He let out a sigh of relief once he finally looked at the clock on the wall. It had already gone dark outside, meaning his wife was probably fast asleep in bed. That gave him time to stop by the bar and get a few drinks to relax after a long day. He walked out of the station, waving bye to Jimmy and Ron before he made it to his truck. He stepped inside with ease and started up the engine before looking over at the passenger seat. Her file sat snug on the seat as he had left it this morning. He bit his lip as he picked up the manilla folder and opened it up. He smiled softly as he gazed at the contents before he set it down and drove off down the road.

He switched off the engine as his truck idled. He had made a few turns in the opposite direction of the bar, ending up right where he wanted to be. He was parked across the street from her house, gazing up at her windows, watching as her shadow passed by over and over again. He picked the camera up from the floor and chewed on his bottom lip before lifted the camera, snapping a few polaroids as she gazed out the window for the last time of the night. He set the polaroids down on his lap and watched her as she shut the curtains and walked away.

He waited until the house went dark before looking down at the polaroids in his lap. He smiled slightly as he gazed at her soft features before he flipped the file open, placing it in the pile of other pictures, sighing happily as he flicked the file closed and headed back home for the night, ready to tell his wife about his wonderful time at the bar in the morning.

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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Adam Sackler smut or Flip Zimmerman smut??

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hauntingoldhouses · 1 month

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snowboarding with maurizio + the aftermath🏔️

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bookishofalder · 3 years

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Pretty Girl Series Masterlist

Flip Zimmerman x Fem!Reader (Complete)

• Prologue

• Chapter One

• Chapter Two

• Chapter Three

• Chapter Four

• Chapter Five

• Chapter Six

• Chapter Seven

• Epilogue

Bonus Blurb One, Two, Three, Four

Summary: Following the difficult and exhausting Klan case, Detective Flip Zimmerman returns from a week long vacation to find that the station has a new secretary. Hitting it off (almost) right away, Flip and you become fast friends—despite the age gap and completely opposite personalities. When Flip falls for you, he struggles to push his feelings back to protect a friendship he’s come to rely on more than he realizes. Some things, however, are simply inevitable.

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weareallstoriesintheend · 3 years

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Just One Date (Reader x Flip Zimmerman)

Detective Zimmerman is determined to ask you out on a date but you are just as determined to resist....

Prompt: Taken from @creativepromptsforwriting

Warnings: Language

Words: 562

“You know if you keep staring at me like that I’m going to have to report you to the chief”

You didn’t even bother to look up at who you were speaking too, considering you were the only two in the station this early in the morning he knew it was meant for him. You continued writing the report you were set on finishing before the ruckus of the day started, determined to not let him break your concentration.

“Who me? I’m not staring… I’m admiring” his deep voice resonated out across the empty foyer. You could hear the smirk in his voice without even needing to see his face and it made you roll your eyes.

It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive but he was just the same as any other officer in this damn station. Always hitting on you to get what they want, flirting to get someone booked in faster, asking you to dinner to make sure they got their reports on time.

“Ain’t nobody else here is there Detective?” you retorted, now glancing up to see him leaning casually in the doorway. He had one arm up to support him against the frame, sleeves of his plaid shirt rolled up over broad forearms.

“I need just one date” he said, walking forwards with a confident stride.

“You think you can woo me with just one date?”

“Absolutely.” He propped his elbows up on the front desk, leaning close to you.

You sighed exasperatedly and stopped writing. Slowly looking up at him your eyebrows rose in annoyance at his smug expression. You leant forward yourself now, getting closer to his face so you could speak lowly “You know the only reason you are interested in me is because I’m the only woman that works in this station. Expect for the cleaners but you never see them since you are never here this early” “Well I knew you’d be here so I got up bright and early just for you” he reached up and took your pen out of your hand. He picked up a piece of paper from the desk and wrote something down, you watched as he scribbled away.

It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive but a voice in the back of your mind was telling you to lean forward and tuck back the curl that had fallen in his face. He folded the scrap of paper before handing it to you, smirking smile still evident across his face.

You turned the paper over in your hands and unfolded it – his telephone number.

“Just something to think over” his chuckled tapping the pen cockily on the desktop before sauntering off into the offices at the back of the station.

It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive but your daddy had always told you “Never date artists and never date cops.” You were never really sure why but you didn’t want to break a lifelong promise because another detective wanted to get his dick wet.

“Not a chance Zimmerman” you shouted after him, flinching at the volume of your voice echoing in the silent halls.

It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive but…you looked around, even though you knew you were the only one in the room, and carefully tucked the piece of paper into your jacket pocket.

Well, maybe one chance.

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