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mrs-gucci · 7 months
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Drive-In
{ flip zimmerman x female reader }
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Can I please request going to a horror movie drive in with Flip where he hopes the movie will be louder than the noises you both make lol :)
warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), high risk sex (car sex around other people), reverse cowgirl, barebacking, creampie.
word count: 525
★ written for sextember 2023 ★
** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **
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Creepy music plays loudly through the drive-in speakers as the spectators in surrounding cars stare up at the large movie screen, eating their popcorn and drinking their sodas hesitantly, waiting for the impending jump scare.
You and Flip, however, had lost interest in the movie about ten minutes ago. Well, you didn't lose interest, per se. More like you two became much more interested in one another than in the movie.
Lets just say that the gasps and cries from the scared on-screen protagonists aren't the only ones happening at the theater this evening.
Flip grunts as you sink down onto his stiff length repeatedly, hips thrusting up instinctively against you. The truck's windows are starting to really steam up, the air between you two incredibly thick while you ride him.
You're holding tightly onto the grab handle with one hand while the other rests on his hand, the one currently gripping your hip tightly. Your eyes are on the movie and maybe somewhere in your mind you're paying attention to the horrors occurring, but really, it's just pictures on a screen. Your mind is in a whole different place right now.
"S-Shit," you breathe, biting your lip to try and keep the noise down. "Oh god, baby..."
As much as Flip loves this, well, pretty much public sex, he does try to be extra careful since he's law enforcement. He's really hoping the movie's louder than the noises you two are making and the gentle squeaking of his truck's shocks.
He groans softly, cigarette pinched between his teeth, ashes starting to fall off the tip. "Goddamnit, princess...a little faster for me...mhm, that's it..."
You speed up as he requested, resulting in a spike in both your pleasures. Matching noises of pure lust and passion escape from both of your lips.
"Fuck...mm!"
Flip starts thrusting up into you, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm. The cars around you seem none the wiser and luckily for you two, the windows are not completely steamed over, so all that can really be seen are your silhouettes.
As he fucks you, you take the opportunity to reach down and rub your clit, moaning softly as the pleasure pulses through you. You're close, very close, and getting closer by the second--
"O-Oh fuck," Flip groans as he cums, pushing his cum up into you with rapid thrusts. "Mmm, good girl...shit..."
Feeling him cum is what sends you over the edge, and you continue rubbing yourself through it as the familiar waves of pleasure roll over your body.
Eventually you both come to a stop and Flip pulls out, tucking himself away while you pull your underwear back into place. As soon as you turn around in his lap, Flip has put out his cigarette and pulls you in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.
A thought come to you and you smile against his lips, chuckling softly. He pulls away, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"What is it?"
Your laughter grows a bit. "I told you this was a good movie."
He laughs, shaking his head and giving your ass a nice firm smack.
"You're cute."
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bits-and-babs · 1 year
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Would you possibly consider doing a sex pollen fic with Commander Mills and the ☁️ prompt 6? 💛💛💛 thank you
“𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭…”
pairing: Commander Mills x F!Reader
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Warnings: 18+. Sex-Pollen, so Dub-Con by default. Oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, cumming in pants, lalala Jasmine’s a slutttt
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Dread drips from your pores, manifesting in sweat. It should have been obvious not to touch the bright red petals of the flowers blooming from the bush in the forest. Red equals danger, after all- but it had been so pretty. 
Being childish, trying to bring a smile to Mills’ stern face, you’d pushed the flower into his ebony hair. He’d scowled at first, but kept it tucked behind his ear. 
The sweats had started not long after, heat blooming through your body and roasting you from the inside. Then the arousal. It crawled across your body, ripping you up internally. Fuck, you’d never been so horny, and Mills looked so fucking good— the perspiration settled in his clavicle called to you, tongue desperate for a taste. 
The aloof personality of the Commander had dropped away almost instantly, pushing you into the forest grass and undressing you with an animalistic force, seams of your cargo pants tearing. 
Tongue buried in your dripping cunt, Mills groaned loudly as he pushed his erection into the forest floor, grinding his hips for purchase. Each delighted hum from his chest vibrated against your cunt, and you came with a shriek of his name. Again. 
“Oh my god- ohmygodohmyghohhhhh-“ you ramble, falling into a pathetic wail of bliss as you push your hips up into his face, clit bumping his nose. He plunges his fingers deeper inside of you, tracing your g-spot with deft fingers. 
“Fuck,” he pants heavily, looking up at you through his lashes with those eyes, dripping like honey. His mouth is soaked, glistening in the sunshine. “Your pussy tastes so sweet…”
“Ugh-Hah-Hah- Oh fuck,” you squeal, feeling everything pull up tight. “I’m gunna fucking cum again, oh my god, ImgonnafuckingcumaGAIN-“
“C’mo-“ He cuts himself off, wrapping his lips around your cunt and swallowing you down, flicking his tongue over your clit viciously. When you cum, it rattles your bones. Rips through you like liquid heat that makes you sob loudly, body trembling with the force of your tears. 
“Hah- Oh shit-“ Mills’ shoulders stiffen beneath your palms, his hips rutting into the soil beneath him. He’s panting heavily, letting out pained groans and rambling to himself. 
“Fuck, Baby’s pussy is so wet, isn’t it? So fucking sweet and tasty. Could fucking drown in it- ohfuck,” he spit out, his hand splayed over your abdomen. “Just another taste. Just one more tas-“
You try to escape it, pulling your hips away from the overstimulation, but Mills swipes his tongue through your folds once more, body seizing up as he cums with a devastated groan, his nails digging into the flesh of your stomach. 
“Oh- Mills-“ you sob out, eyes rolling back into your skull as an orgasm rocks you again.
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ladyinwriting18 · 4 months
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Traditions (Flip Zimmerman x Reader)
Summary: It might be your first Hanukkah with your boyfriend Flip Zimmerman, but you're determined to make it one you both remember.
Words: 4794 Warnings: PIV, Oral sex (female receiving), Sex on Hanukkah. Sex on the kitchen floor.
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When you awaken that winter morning, you find that Flip has already left for work. If you're being honest, you’re glad he’s on the early shift, it gives you more time to prepare. You smile to yourself, excited for the surprises you have planned for tonight… The first night of Hanukkah. You’re sure that Flip doesn’t even realize the date, but it doesn’t matter cause you’re doing all of this for him.
After going undercover to infiltrate the KKK, he’s been more drawn to his heritage, though he hasn’t allowed himself to fully dive in. You know it’s because he feels unworthy… After a lifetime of feeling indifferent about being Jewish, he feels like he’s intruding on something that should have been close to his heart from the start. What right did he have to his Jewish roots when others had sacrificed, bled, and stood proudly for them? But to you, there’s no right or wrong way for one to experience their religion. Just because Flip hadn’t grown up going to temple or having a bar mitzvah didn’t mean he didn’t have a right to the Jewish religion now. That’s why you’d done research at the library and the local temple, reading up and asking a rabbi for advice on properly celebrating Hanukkah. You wanted to give Flip this, wanted him to feel comfortable to explore this part of himself. Especially with you. And perhaps, if tonight went well, it would lead to the two of you celebrating Hanukkah again next year. You had done everything in your power to ensure that nothing would get in the way of that. Starting off with ensuring that Flip wouldn’t get stuck working late. A quick call to the chief informing him that not allowing one of his detectives to observe a religious holiday would probably sound really bad to a union representative had sealed that deal. The chief had claimed to enjoy your “spunk” in calling him behind Flip’s back, but either way, he promised to send “your lover boy” home at a decent time. Now came the fun part…decorating and cooking. You hop out of bed and quickly wash up to prepare for the day before heading downstairs. There’s a lot to get done and you’re a mix of nervous and excited. Excited to see his reaction, but nervous to screw things up. You’ve never cooked these recipes before. What if they turn out horrible? You try to shake off your nerves. They won’t stop you now. You would do your best for him and that was it. The first thing you work on is making the dough for the challah bread since it has to rise multiple times before it can be braided and then baked. At least…that’s what the recipe book said. You say a silent prayer before setting the dough to the side to rise, and then you get to work on a less nerve-wracking task—decorating the house. You hang long white fairy lights along some of the walls, drape blue tinsel over the fireplace mantel, and lay out Hanukkah-themed table runners along the coffee and kitchen tables. But you don’t stop there. Multiple candy bowls filled with chocolate gelt and dreidels are placed around the living room, knowing that Flip has a secret sweet tooth. You still aren’t fully clear on the rules of spinning dreidels but you’re certain the both of you could figure it out. That or just enjoy munching on chocolate. Either way, that isn’t the most important part of tonight. After your conversation with the rabbi, you learned that menorahs are usually passed down through families and generations. Knowing that wasn’t an option, you had searched every antique shop in town until you found something perfect—a beautiful brass menorah with the Star of David under the middle candle. You polish it until it shined and place it in the center of the coffee table with white candles. With the rabbi’s help, you had written out the prayer that is traditionally read while lighting a candle each night. Alongside the prayer is a yarmulke, in case Flip wants to wear it. 
With the decorating done, you head back into the kitchen to start on dinner. Following along with the cookbook you borrowed from the library, you fry potato pancakes, otherwise known as latkes, roast potatoes, prep the brisket for the oven, and braid the challah dough. It isn’t long until the entire downstairs is filled with the most wondrous smells. You’re more excited now, certain that the smells are a good sign that the food will be equally delicious. Knowing you don’t have much longer before Flip gets home, you head upstairs to change. You want to look good but not overly fancy, so you decide on a simple black knee-length skirt with a soft, white cashmere sweater, and black, heeled boots. Pleased with how you look, you head back downstairs to finish everything up. You end up cooking until the very last minute, barely having time to plate all of the food before the sound of Flip’s car turning into the driveway. “Shit!” you curse and hurry to put everything out on the kitchen table along with the good china plates and a bottle of wine. The front door opens and you freeze in your spot, wanting him to find the surprise on his own. You listen to the sounds of him making his way inside, taking off his boots and jacket before setting them aside in the hallway closet. He calls your name… Tells you he’s home… Comments on how amazing dinner smells… Then his breath catches in his throat and all goes silent. Flip stands in the entryway of the living room, taking in the scene before him. The room is basked in a romantic, and yet inviting, glow, from the lights to the menorah and the other decorations. He stands there, jaw slack and too stunned to speak. What a lucky bastard he is. “Sweetheart? Get in ‘ere!” You do as you're told without hesitation, but the minute he sees you, he wraps you in his arms. “Babygirl, did you really do this all for me?” You smile up at him and nod. “Happy Hanukkah!” If you wanted to say more, it’s cut off by his kiss. It’s passionate, fiery, and all the things you love about him. “Wait, Flip! Wait!” you protest against his mouth in between giggles. “I have more to show you!” He chuckles in amusement and releases you from his hold but instead takes your hand. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave.” “Good! Now, come on.” You take him into the kitchen and show him all the food you’ve made. “I followed the Jewish cookbook I got from the library exactly, so hopefully everything tastes good!” Flip cocks a brow in surprise. “They actually make Jewish cookbooks?”
“Uh-huh.” You blush, biting your bottom lip to try and stop the word vomit that’s building in your throat. Maybe you had misread the situation or done something offensive. “When…I spoke to the rabbi, he told me that menorahs are usually passed down from generation to generation, but…I know you didn’t have one.” You swallow hard, trying to gauge his reaction but still, you can’t seem to shut the hell up. “The one on the coffee table is an antique. Now you’ll have one forever, to pass on to your children.” You realize what you said a second too late and internally die a little. “That is…if um…you want to.” But Flip isn’t listening, because suddenly, he’s picturing the future. One where a four-year-old sits on his lap to help him light the next candle on the menorah while you watch with your belly filled with a second child. You squeeze his hand, he still seems to be in shock but you can’t be sure. “Is…Is this all okay? Did I…do alright?” 
It’s the uneasiness in your tone that snaps him from his daydreams. He turns to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. 
He wants to reassure you, but he finds himself overcome with emotion. “I…don’t even know what to say. How did I get so damn lucky?” He tries to laugh to stop the tears that threaten to prickle his eyes. “Thank you…for doing all of this. Thank you for loving me enough to do all of this.” Your lips find one another again, but this time softer than before. His hands hold your face steady as you lovingly kiss. Your arms wrap around his middle, feeling more and more like melted butter by the second. “I love you, Flip Zimmerman. I just wanted you to feel accepted and safe to start your own traditions here with me.” “I do, Babygirl, I do.” He talks in between kisses as if it’s too painful to stop, “God I love you.” The kisses continue until the sound of his stomach growling pulls you apart. “Uh, Darlin’? Can we eat now? All I had was black coffee and cigarettes for lunch.” “Flip!” you scold and lightly smack his upper arm. He shrinks back, pretending to be wounded and holding his hands up in surrender, but all the while, he laughs. You glare at him with your hands on your hips. As wonderful of a boyfriend as he is, he’s still crap at taking care of himself. “Can you wait a few more minutes? We’re supposed to light the candles before we eat.” His laughter dies down, “Wow…you really weren’t kidding about researching this stuff.” His bewilderment and sincerity touch you, causing your hands to drop from your hips. “I had to make sure everything was perfect for your first Hanukkah.” 
“You’re the one that’s perfect,” he states firmly before interlocking your fingers together. “Let’s go light our very first menorah.” Your heart swells at his words and the two of you walk back into the living room. The two of you sit in front of the coffee table where the menorah is set up. You hand him a yarmulke and a piece of paper with a prayer written on it. “The rabbi said this is the prayer to read while you light the candle.” Flip hesitates, not sure if he feels deserving of the honor. He hadn’t been the one who did all this work, you had. As if you can read his mind, you speak up. “If you aren’t comfortable, then we don’t have to. I know there’s a lot of new information here, but we can take it slow and make our own traditions. Don’t let the fact that I became a little overzealous with my research intimidate you. If you want to try this, then I’m right here with you.” Hearing you mention creating traditions together warms him. He leans forward and places a hand on your cheek. “You did more than I could possibly ask for. And yes…I want to try this. Just…don’t make too much fun of me mispronouncing the words in this prayer.” “I wouldn’t be able to tell if you did.” You chuckle and leave a kiss along the inside of his wrist.  Taking a breath, he places the yarmulke on his head and does his best to recite the prayers. He stumbles over a handful of Hebrew words. It makes him feel self-conscious but you just smile reassuringly, nodding at him to encourage him to continue. With the prayer read and the candle lit, Flip takes your hand in his. You sit in silence together, watching the way the flame dances, causing the light to bounce along the walls. His gaze falls on you, his eyes sparkle with happiness at how peaceful you look basked in the candlelight. “I’m guessing tomorrow night, we light the second candle?” You nod before looking back at him. “Should we go eat now?” His back straightens fully at the mention of food. “I thought you’d never ask. My stomach’s been aching for a taste since I walked through the door.” 
You playfully roll your eyes and stand. “Well then, we better go and get you some food. I can’t let my man go hungry.” You take him into the kitchen and tell him to make himself comfortable while you make him a plate filled with latkes, roasted potatoes, and brisket before making your own plate and sitting down. ‘Now, before we eat, you have to–” You hand him another piece of paper with two other prayers. “Read these. The first prayer is meant to be said before we cut the challah and the second before drinking the wine.” Flip reads both, doing so with a bit more confidence than before. A sense of pride fills him at repeating these words that have been said by countless generations of Jews. “That was wonderful,” you praise and then you both begin to eat. You watch him carefully, wanting to gauge his reaction to tasting the food. “Please be honest if something doesn’t taste good and I’ll practice to get better at it.” But the man sitting across from you is too busy moaning blissfully at the flavors filling his mouth. “Shit, babygirl, you’ve really outdone yourself.” You nearly dance in your seat from happiness. “I’m so glad! I was worried it wouldn’t taste good enough.” Flip extends his hand across the table and squeezes yours. “I’m not sure how I got so lucky in finding you, but I’m going to spend the rest of our lives showing you just how much you mean to me.” Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, beyond the point of euphoria. “Shhh, come on now, no tears. This is meant to be a happy occasion. Hanukkah is about keeping faith and miracles.” You raise a curious brow and he sheepishly chuckles. “You’re not the only one who’s been secretly reading up on the holiday.” The rest of the meal flows effortlessly, the both of you enjoying the food and one another’s company until he sits back in his chair with a contented sigh. It pleases you that you’ve made him so happy, but you have one more surprise for him. From your skirt pocket, you pull out a small black box and slide it over to his side of the table. “Flip?” The sound of his name catches his attention and he looks back to find the gift box. “Little One? What’s this?” “Open it and find out,” you reply in a sing-song voice that has him chuckling. He opens the box and finds a simple gold chain with the Star of David hanging from it. A small gasp of surprise leaves his full lips. He gapes at you, unsure of what to say. “I know you mentioned that you misplaced your old one while you were undercover because you had to take it on and off so much. I hope you like it.” He doesn’t have the words to express his gratitude as a swell of emotion starts to overcome him, so instead, he kisses you—hard. The kiss steals your breath away. So much so that you’re left dizzy. “Thank you, my love,” he whispers hotly against your mouth before sitting back down. Still dazed, you giggle slightly. “You’re welcome. Let me start cleaning up so we can spend the rest of our night relaxing.” Not waiting for a reply, you stand and carry a stack of dirty dishes to the sink.
Flip watches, slipping the yarmulke from his head and putting his gift around his neck before following you over to the kitchen sink. “Can I do anything to help you clean?” 
You brighten at his offer, thankful for the help. “That would be great!” You hand him a dish towel with a cock of your hip. “I wash, you dry?” He agrees and the two of you get to work. Every once in a while, Flip playfully splashes you with sudsy water, laughing every time you huff in irritation. You’re adorable and he just can’t help himself. With the dishes done, you move on to wrapping up the leftovers and even pack some for his lunch tomorrow. “I’m going to be the envy of every guy in the squad room. They're all going to be wishing they had the chance to taste your cooking.” “I can pack you extra to share!” His hands find your hips, lovingly gripping them in his large hands before pulling you forcefully against him so your ass is pressed to his crotch. “Not a chance, Little One. It’s all mine…and so are you.” Without warning, he spins you around and crashes his mouth onto yours. You aren’t sure what’s got him so worked up, but truthfully? You don’t care. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in for more. Which he gladly gives by slipping his tongue into your mouth. A tiny moan leaves you from the sensation. Flip grins at the sound. You want more but he breaks the kiss. “Does my girl want more?” You nod, your pupils blown wide as you search his. “Please, Flip.” Your plea is enough for him, so he drops down to his knees before you. Grabbing your skirt, he bunches it up at your waist, pleased to see the damp spot that’s already started to form at the front of your panties. He runs the tip of his finger over it but avoids your clit. “Seems like you have something else for me to eat.” You whimper, now realizing what he means to do. “Hold your skirt up for me. I need my hands free.” You do as you're told but it feels so taboo to be standing here in the middle of the kitchen, exposing yourself to him. But you don’t have much time to think about it because he starts ripping off your shoes and panties. He looks up at you, looking incredibly smug, which only makes your cunt drip more. The moment you're bare, he pushes his nose to the cleft of your cunt, breathing in deep. His groans, eyelids fluttering as his cock jumps within the confines of his jeans. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet but rough, “You’ve done so much for me today. Now, you deserve to be worshiped.” He brings his hands to your ass, gripping it tight and pulling you close so he can drag his tongue through the folds of your cunt. The flat of his tongue makes you whine, your hand reaches for the counter ledge that’s just behind his head while the other keeps ahold of your skirt. “D-Don’t stop. Feels good. Y-Your tongue feels so good!” You're grinding into his mouth now, chasing more pleasure for yourself. Watching you sends shockwaves down his body. His cock throbs in his dark denim, aching for release. He reaches down to unzip his pants, moaning into your cunt as he frees himself. Precum drips from the tip of his cock down onto the floor. His fingers find their way to your slit, slowly pushing one…and then two fingers inside. You cry out, head tilting back as you moan into the ceiling at being stretched out by his thick digits. The legs holding you up begin to shake, but luckily, his other hand holds you at the base of your spine. You look down at him and catch sight of his hard cock, jutting up from the front of his jeans. “Oh. Oh fuck, Let me take care of you, Flip. Let me take care of your cock.”
But he only growls and picks up the pace of his fingers. He doesn’t want to hear your words, he only wants you to cum. The mixture of his tongue flicking at your clit and his fingers filling you up has you forgetting everything else. Your peak steadily starts to roll through you. “Right there! S-So close! I’m so close!” You can barely finish speaking before you’re cumming. The hand that had been holding your skirt shoots out to take hold of the counter, needing it for balance as your orgasm rocks through you. Your skirt falls over Flip’s head, but he doesn’t stop the movements of his tongue and fingers until your body starts to relax. He moans low in his belly at the taste of you, only removing his fingers and sitting back on his heels so he can check on you. Pushing your skirt off his head, he holds your gaze while fucking his fingers clean. Your cheeks burn with color and Flip chuckles with a grin. You just came all over his face while standing in the kitchen and you still have the decency to blush. You’re just too adorable and perfect. He pushes himself off the floor and grabs your face to claim your mouth again. You cling to his shoulders, body molding against his so you can feel his cock pushing against you. You start unbuttoning his plaid shirt, tugging at it aggressively to get him naked. “Take me? Right now. Right here.” “Naughty girl wants to be fucked on our kitchen floor that badly, huh?” You whine at his teasing but go quiet when you realize he’s guiding you both to the floor. He settles between the apex of your thighs, aligning his cock with your sopping hole. You wiggle against him in anticipation. “So needy for it. Here then—take it.” And with that, he plunges inside, groaning at the way your walls hug him tight. He gives you a moment to adjust, your toes curling at how deep even his first thrust is, but that moment doesn’t last forever, and soon he’s picking up his pace. You cry out and Flip revels in the sound. Gripping your hips, he slams into you until he’s certain he’s hitting your g-spot. Your back arches off the tile floor and you screw your eyes shut against the overwhelming pleasure. Usually Flip took his time to work you up to the point of total abandon. Sometimes even edging you so you’d beg, but not tonight. Tonight, he fucks you hard and fast like it’s the last time he’ll ever have the privilege of watching you cum. Your moans are drowned out by wet skin slapping together. Your cunt is so wet that you’ve managed to drip onto his balls and inner thighs. “Look at me,” he commands, using his authoritative ‘cop voice’. You do so and find his eyes blown black with lust and his face flushed with sweat. The sight takes your breath away. He looks positively feral. “I want to watch you fall apart. Want to see your soul leave your body just so it can come crashing back while you scream my fucking name.” 
Your cunt clenches around him at his words. You love it when he talks like this. Filthy and possessive. His nostrils flare as he huffs hot breath across your skin. How he’s able to keep his stamina up is a mystery, but still, his thrusts are unrelenting. You can’t deny how much you love him laying claim to your body. “Yes! Fuck, Flip, yes!” you continue to moan a string of curses and pleas as you wrap your legs around his waist so you grind into his thrusts. With the change in the position of your legs, he too rearranges himself. He places his palms flat on the floor on either side of your head, completely leaning over you and driving his cock even deeper into your aching cunt. You didn’t think he could fill you up any more, but leave it to Flip Zimmerman to find a way. A pressure builds in your lower belly, tightening and threatening to crack open. However, your gift dangling from around his neck comes very close to hitting you in the face. He immediately notices and makes a move to pull back but you’re faster. Your hand reaches and presses the Star of David to Flip’s chest…directly over his heart. “I love you,” you breathe out, holding eye contact with him. “I want this forever. With you.” You swear he whimpers, emotion softening his features but all the while bucking harder into you.
“I want this too. Every Hanukkah. Every year together with you.”
A smile breaks out across your face and you use the chain around his neck to tug him to your mouth.
You both moan into the kiss, movements becoming sloppy.
He stumbles over your name before telling you how close he is. You echo his words back to him, knowing you’re moments away from being driven over the edge.
But that’s not good enough for Flip when he wants you to crash and burn beneath him. He brings one of his arms between your bodies to find your clit and strokes it just right.
Your body starts to shake.
You leave rational thought behind and all that is left is the primal need flowing through your limbs.
“That’s it. Come on baby, cum for me!”
You wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself even if you had wanted to. Your inner walls close in around him as you cum, holding him in place and hugging him tight.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” he grunts repeatedly until he’s tossing his head back in a howl and filling you with his cum.
You both rock against one another as you come down from your highs. Eventually, Flip slumps down to rest in the crook of your neck. The kitchen falls quiet except for the panting you’re both doing in an attempt to catch your breath.
He recovers before you and lifts his head to kiss your forehead before meeting your gaze. “You alright, sweetheart?”
You respond with a dreamy ‘uh-huh’, earning you a chuckle from the man still on top of you.
Carefully, he detangles himself from your legs and the heat of your cunt so he can lay beside you on the cool tile floor.
“Mind if we lay here for a bit? You wore me the hell out.” He chuckles and extends his arm so you can rest your head on his bicep.
“Wore YOU out? I’m the one who’s lying on the kitchen floor feeling like jelly.” You only mean to tease but his other arm finds its way around your middle.
With a playful growl, he hauls you to him, smashing your back into his chest. His large hand sprawls across your stomach, tickling you. You squirm, giggling, and look over your shoulder to kiss him.
The kiss halts his movements and instead has him humming against your lips. When the kiss is broken, he turns his attention to the junction of your neck. Pleased that he seems too preoccupied to continue tickling you, you finally rest your head on his bicep and close your eyes.
You relax within his embrace, enjoying the feel of his lips and facial hair as he leaves soft kisses along your flesh.
He whispers your name, causing your eyes to flutter open. You look over your shoulder at him again.
“I want to say thank you for everything you did for me tonight. You could have simply said ‘Happy Hanukkah’ to me and I would have been over the moon…but the fact that you did all this just for me blows me away.”
You can feel tears watering up behind your eyes but you hold them in so you can continue listening to what he has to say.
“And I…meant what I said before about wanting to spend every Hanukkah with you. Well…any holiday really. I want to spend them all together and make our own traditions, like you said.”
You can’t hold back for a moment longer. Twisting in his grasp, you turn over so you’re facing him and throw your arms around his shoulders.
“Oh, Flip, nothing would make me happier!”
He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly to him, and whispers that he loves you.
Another calm silence falls between you. To an onlooker, the scene would look peaceful if it wasn’t for the fact you were both half naked, lying on the hard kitchen floor.
But the two of you are too content to care about anything other than snuggling.
Time passes, and within the quiet, a devilish question comes to your mind.
“Flip?”
“Hm?” he responds.
“If we’re going to create our own traditions, does this mean you’ll fuck me on the kitchen floor at the end of every Hanukah meal?”
His back straightens as he looks at you in alarm until laughter emanates through his entire frame. “Naughty little slut,” he teases, giving your ass a swift smack.
You squeal and try to wriggle away, but he easily pins you down and tickles you until you’re breathlessly begging for mercy.
Eventually, he relents, but still keeps you pinned down to kiss you one last time. “Happy Hanukkah, babygirl.”
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prince-kyloren · 11 months
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Hii there, hope you’re doing well. I just wanted to drop a request. I just know Kylo Ren is possessive. I know he would use the force to his advantage. (Maybe make it spicy 👀) love your work btw ❤️
Hi!
Thank you for the request!
Kylo can't help it.
He can't help the way that he looks at you and sees you as his, and his alone. He tries to quell the jealousy, to hide it from you, but it is so painfully obvious. He's used the force to his advantage, he's heard the thoughts that some of the stormtroopers have had of you when you innocently walk by, and if they turned up dead the next day, so be it.
You on the other hand are painfully oblivious to the looks and thoughts that others have of you. The only person in your mind and heart is their Supreme Leader. But when Kylo makes you aware of the attention that you receive, it's with growls upon his lips, sharp thrusts of his hips, and the force holding your wrists above your head so that he may freely worship your body.
His deep voice grunting out "mine" every now and again, gives you enough information to understand what this is about, and when you look in the mirror the next morning and see the deep marks on your throat, there's no doubt in your mind that the entire galaxy will know exactly who you belong to.
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rynwritesstuff · 8 months
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Let It Snow!
Flip Zimmerman x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, cumming inside, gendered nicknames (beautiful girl, pretty girl), praise, lots of ‘I love you’s’
Word Count: 920
Summary: You and Flip have sex in a cozy cabin in the middle of winter.
Author’s Note: I promise I didn’t forget about the request sitting in my inbox! Thank you for your patience! I just keep getting ideas, and I have to get them out before they leave me. This one is heavily inspired by the fact that I miss winter so badly. I’m getting tired of warm weather, and I’m very much looking forward to snow and the holidays. Anyway, my requests are indeed still open if you’d like to send one in :)) <3
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“Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!” - Let it Snow, Dean Martin
The record player crackles as it switches from one song to another. It’s an older album, one from the fifties that used to belong to Flip’s dad. There are lots of records here at his family cabin, but you and Flip chose one randomly. It’s mostly instrumentals – Smooth jazz and piano music, but you most certainly aren’t complaining. 
It’s relaxing. 
The fire roars in the fireplace, and you sigh as you cuddle up against Flip’s side. It’s snowing outside, and it’s freezing here in the mountains, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. The privacy is excellent, of course, but so are the little moments. 
Like you fixing some Jiffy Pop and him coming up behind you to put his hands on your hips, or him crouched in front of the fireplace, cursing as he tries to light it up. It’s small things like that which remind you of just how lucky and in-love you are. 
You look up at Flip happily, then press your lips against his. He tastes like buttery popcorn, coffee, and cigarettes. It comforts you in a way that nothing else ever could. 
“This is so nice,” you say softly. Flip nods in agreement. “I think so, too,” he says. “I’m glad that Ma gave me the keys this weekend.” 
You smile as you kiss him again, fingers absent-mindedly fiddling with the buttons on his flannel. 
“She’s the best,” you say. 
“I know.”
Flip presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls you into his lap. You straddle him lazily, your turtleneck becoming untucked from your jeans as you swing your leg over him and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. 
“You look so pretty,” Flip tells you. “My beautiful girl . . .” 
Your smile only widens as you begin to subtly rock your hips back and forth on top of him. He grips your hips, grunting softly, and leans up to kiss you. Your hands are in his hair, on his cheeks, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. You love quick, rough, aggressive sex with your man, but you also love this: Slow, sensual, erotic sex. 
Flip tugs your turtleneck up and over your head, tossing it to the side before reaching around to unclasp your bra. Your breasts sit naturally, and he immediately begins to touch them, running his hands over you while you push his flannel off. 
“Mm. How do you want me, Flip?”
Flip reaches down to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock free, then says: “Lie down for me.” 
You nod, then stand to remove your jeans and panties before getting back on the couch and lying down like he told you to. Flip gets on top of you, cock in hand, and presses his lips firmly against yours. The wind howls and bites at the windows of the cabin, but it can’t get to the two of you. Not now. Not while all the doors and windows are locked, the curtains are closed, and you’re here with your man. 
He sighs as he presses into you, pleasure etched across his face as he begins to rock his hips. The song changes again, and your sighs and moans fill the air in-between tracks. 
“Oh . . . Fuck, Flip . . . Mmm . . .” 
Flip presses his forehead against yours, then fucks you a bit faster. Your body – bare breasts and all – begins to bounce. You groan, gripping his biceps tightly. 
“Fuck, s-shit, honey . . .” you sigh before he kisses you. 
“Mm. Love you. Love this pretty pussy . . .” Flip says softly. You tug and pull at his hair as the sound of skin-on-skin fills the living room of the cabin. “Fuck, fuck, baby.”
“I love you, too,” you sigh. “Love you s-so much . . .”
The couch begins to creak as Flip pounds you, and you let out a breathy chuckle. He looks at you funny. 
“D-Don’t . . . mm . . . Don’t break the couch, honey . . .” 
Flip huffs out a quiet laugh. 
“I won’t. And if I do, it’ll be for a good cause.”
“Your mom w-would kill you,” you breathe, nails scratching down his back. “Shhh,” Flip hums softly. “I-I’m close, don’t talk about my mother.”
You laugh again but say nothing else as he fucks you. He cums within another minute or so, and when he fills you up, you groan quietly. 
“Shit, fuck . . . Loveyousomuch . . .”
Flip nods, then kisses you again. 
“Love you more.”
He pulls out once both of you have caught your breath, and he hands you his flannel. You tug it on and wrap it around yourself, suddenly feeling a bit chilly. 
“We should bundle up when we go to bed,” Flip says, tucking his cock away. “The cabin gets cold in the mornings.”
You nod, then kiss his cheek. 
“Alright, honey.” 
Flip pulls you back into his lap as the smooth, jazzy music continues to play. You play with his hair, which is still slightly wet from when he went outside to gather wood earlier, and you scratch at his scalp until he’s practically putty in your hands. You kiss him once more. 
“I love you,” you whisper. 
He’s already asleep.
Tagging a few friends who I think might enjoy this (Let me know if anyone would like to be added to a permanent tag list!): @babbushka​ @safarigirlsp​ @lumberjack00fantasies​
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daddykylokenobi · 1 year
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can you pls write matt the radar technician smut their simply is not enough of it in this world
Thank you so much Anon for this request! I’ve never written anything Matt before so this is a really fun change of pace from my usual characters. I hope you enjoy!!!
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Warnings: piv sex, Dom!Matt, begging, fingering, use of the petname “baby”, cussing, overall filth.
Matt the Radar Technician x Y/N
You had Had your eye on Matt for some time now, always checking him out when you’d pass in a hallway, watching him from the other side of the common room, any chance you got to melt over him you lavished in each second.
But you had only spoken a few times, always small talk about what work you each had that day, the current news or gossip around the ship, or little questions you’d sprinkle in to try and get to know him better. This specific day you two had matched eyes in the cafeteria, you were watching him as always and he had finally caught you, he’d seen you staring out of the corner of his eyes before but whenever he looked over to meet your gaze you had quickly looked away with red flushed cheeks.
This time instead of darting your eyes away as quickly as possible to evade any awkward feelings later you decided to hold your ground, you both stared forward ahead at eachother, lost in each others gaze you felt that familiar heat you’d get when watching him rise to your face. He saw the mauve shadow begin to color your cheeks and a little devilish smirk crossed his lips. Matt was feeling bold as well this day, he in a split second decision flashed a wink to your blushed face.
Panic set in as this happened, without thinking you pushed yourself away from your lunch table and headed straight for the elevator to run, hide, get away from this blaze that was growing in your core. As much as you hated to admit it you were quite shy around people you liked, especially ones like Matt. He was much taller than you and broad shouldered, his messy blonde hair and dark eyes enthralled you from the second glance and ever since you had busied yourself each night by thinking of him, thinking of what he’d look like beside you in bed, that stupid gray jumper he had to wear thrown on your floor along with Your clothes. Part of you felt guilty for touching yourself while thinking of Matt, but when it was late and you couldn’t sleep from the ache inside the only thing that seemed to satiate that desire was imagining him on top of you, burying himself as deeply as possible while you cried out his name.
Just as the doors of the elevator were about to close a large hand slipped between them causing them to slip back open, you jumped slightly as this stole you away from the impure thoughts raiding your mind. You looked up and watched the same thing you were running from step into the elevator, Matt stepped silently beside you then leaned forward to close the elevator doors.
He then stood beside you and you both watched the doors close, you swallowed hard while peeking to your left to look at him, he was already peering over at you.
“H-how’s your day going?” You nervously asked while trying to pretend that 30 seconds ago he Didn’t wink at you after catching you staring at him.
“Fine.” He answered plainly, “You?”
“Uh it’s been pretty good, boring I suppose.” You mumbled while hiding your stare to the floor.
Just as the words left your mouth the elevator stalled causing you both to stumble back, Matt grabbed your arm firmly to help you stand back up and you both started quickly looking around the elevator, the lights had begun to blink and stutter then finally shut off except for a small red emergency light in the corner that was dimly lighting the small room.
“What the hell?” He hissed under his breath, he let go of your arm then reached over to grab the com device from the elevator panel. “Hello?” He asked into the small box.
“We are currently working on the problem, the elevator should be back and running soon.” The voice on the other end was robotic and stiff, a hint of annoyance in their voice. “The rest of the elevators are down too so just give us a few minutes.” Then the voice cut off.
Matt stepped back to your side then looked at you. “Hope you didn’t have anywhere to be.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes, Matt had.. a bit of a anger issue problem, you had seen him flip out more times than you’d have cared too.
“Eh no I actually didn’t, my work was done for the day so..” Your voice was almost at a whisper, how in the galaxy could you two have gotten stuck in an elevator together just seconds after your first flirty encounter? You felt your body begin to rise in temperature and you quickly began to strip your jacket off your shoulders.
Matt eyed you up and down then asked with a smirk, “Hot?”
His question was like a stab to the stomach, his voice dripped seduction and the way his mouth curved to the side was making you feel a certain way.
“A little..” you quietly answered, you knew your face was red, you could feel the heat radiate from them even just being so close to him.
Matt turned to face you, “So.. what was that about earlier?”
“What do you mean?” Your lip shook as he asked this.
“You running off?” He scoffed with a raised eyebrow. “Just after I thought we.. had a moment.” He said while stepping towards you.
Instinctually you stepped back, 2 more and your back had hit the wall leaving you no where to go, Matt followed and put his hands on each side of the wall behind your shoulders, you were trapped.
“I-I just had to leave…” You stuttered as you looked up at him, he was easily towering over your smaller frame.
He tilted his head down to look you in the eyes, his glasses slipped down his nose giving you the first naked glance into his eyes that you’d had. You felt his hot breath wash over your face as he huffed out lightly.
“Uh huh.” He said with an uninterested tone, he brought his mouth down towards the side of your exposed neck, you shook with him being so close.. his mouth so readily available to do whatever it was he pleased…
“Matt what a-are you doing..?” You whispered as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to pull your raging emotions together.
He grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer fingers then lifted your face upto his, you creeped your eyes open and felt your breath catch in your lungs as you were met with his face directly in front of yours.
“I thought this was what you wanted..? You’ve only been watching me for weeks now..” He had one eyebrow raised.
You felt embarrassment take over, you thought he hadn’t noticed your casual stalking but knowing now that he had…
“I-… I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to be weird I ju-“
Matt cut your defense in half as he roughly slammed his mouth to yours, he exhaled through his nose loudly while pressing his body against yours.
You were left breathless at this, his lips were warm and his mouth engulfed yours, he quickly began to lick and suck at your bottom lip, leaving no time to warm up to the sensation.
For a moment you tried fighting back, you pressed your hands to his hard chest and squirmed underneath of them before giving into the euphoric feeling his lips were giving you.
“Hmmphh..” you moaned against his mouth as he slid his tongue past your lips to taste you deeper, he was sporadically grabbing and pulling at your hips trying to feel you as closely as possible.
Without thinking you began to bring your right thigh up to curl around his leg, in one swift motion he momentarily bent down to snake his left arm underneath your leg to then pick you up and push you against the wall.
“Hey-!” You yelped.
He then dove himself into the right side of your neck where he wasted no time to start biting and sucking dark hickies into you.
“M-Matt wa-wait” you stuttered breathlessly as his lips against your neck started to soak the space between your legs.
“I know-… you want this..” He said inbetween breathy moans.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, you were too embarrassed to answer his question, you just moaned into his shoulder as your reply.
“That’s what I thought..” he sighed.
He continued marking your neck up and down each side, you could feel his erection against your inner thigh and again the breath in your lungs seemed to disappear, you had fantasied about this kind of thing so many times but now that it was happening it felt unreal.
Just as you noticed his bulge he began to grind his hips forward into your core, raspy rhythmic breaths escaped his mouth with each roll of his hips.
“Oh… Matt..” you whined as his lap lined up perfectly with your wide open legs, his hard erection was grinding perfectly aligned with your own heat, it gave you Just enough friction for your walls to clench around themselves, aching for something to fill them.
“Fuck” he hissed as his tip rubbed up and down against the inside of his jumper.
You brought your hands forward to start undoing the front zipper, it trailed down his chest then followed all the way down to his hips. You pulled his jumper down off his shoulders and helped him pull his sleeves out.
He roughly grabbed onto the sides of your pants and yanked them down, you let him pull each side off until the only thing between his heat and yours were 2 thin layers of clothing.
He continued intertwining your tongues, he sucked hard on your bottom lip and you knew that in the morning it would definitely be bruised from him biting it.
You began to whine and cry out to him, “Matt please…” you pleaded with him as you looked down to his large bulge which was pressed against the outside of your underwear.
Again that mind numbing smirk crossed his lips, he brought his hand to your front and began to rub his palm up and down against your pussy. “Tell me what you want.” He demanded.
“I-I-…” your body shook at his dominant request. “I want you i-inside me Matt..” your voice was shaking just as much as your body was.
He breathed out like he had been punched in the stomach, “Fuck baby, that’s all you had to say.” He cursed as he reached down to grab your underwear and slip them down your legs which he then placed back around his waist.
You pulled his face closely to yours then started to lick and kiss at his jawline, pathetic whimpers left your lips as he rubbed his middle finger up and down your slit, you were soaking wet as he slipped his fingers inside of you.
“Ah-ahh!” You cried out as he pumped his fingers roughly in and out of your tight entrance.
After a moment he pulled them back out and brought his fingers upto his lips.
You watched in adoration as he slipped them into his mouth and licked each finger clean while keeping eye contact with you the entire time.
Your gut begged to be full of him, quickly you moved your hands down to push down his boxers and reveal his aching member. You let out a sigh of satisfaction at his size, you wrapped your hand around him and knew just from the girth alone that he was going to fill you up So good.
He hissed as your small fingers wrapped around him, he grabbed your wrist tightly then pulled it away.
“You have to ask for it.” He said while trying to catch his breath.
You stared up at his eyes with bewilderment, you didn’t expect him to be so dominant, so demanding. You also didn’t expect it to have the submissive power on you that it did.
“Please..” you whimpered. “Please Matt I Need you so bad..” you could’ve cried from the aching in your core.
As you said this he lined up his tip with your entrance then in one slow thrust he pushed himself deep inside of you hitting your back wall easily.
“Haahhh..” he moaned out, he then began to push and pull himself in and out of your seeping wet hole.
You dug your fingers into his back as he stretched your walls so perfectly, your head felt so heavy with euphoric sensations that for a second you wondered if you were going to pass out.
You muttered out little moans and whimpers against his chest as he continued abusing your small entrance.
“Ugh fuck baby, you’re taking me s-so good” Matt was leaned against your shoulder with his mouth huffing hot breath on your neck.
He took his right hand back down to your heat and started rubbing little circles onto your clit, your entire body twitched at this new addition of pleasure and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d crumble underneath of him.
“Matt I-I’m gonna cum” you quickly breathed out as you felt the wave rising inside of your stomach.
“Come on, beg for it” he groaned into your neck as his thrusts started to become stuttered from his own orgasm nearing close.
“P-please… please Matt I wanna cum for you s-so bad!” You yelped loudly as he let his last few thrusts become painfully rough but blissfully pleasurable.
And then as your orgasm crashed through the surface your hot walls clenched around his slick length, the pressure sent him over the edge as well and he released hot bursts of cum into your hole.
You both heaved in and out loudly as you leaned forward onto each others bodies. A few moments passed as you each caught your breath, slowly he leaned forward and placed you back on the floor. You scrambled to find your clothes and pull them back on, Matt was already zipping his jumper back up when the light in the elevator flipped back on and you both felt it begin to move again.
You flashed eachother a glance then Matt cupped your right cheek, he leaned his tall body down to meet your height then pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head, this small gesture made you melt even more than the sex just had.
You looked up at him with doe eyes and a tiny smile graced your lips.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He confessed.
You were shocked at this, you didn’t think he liked you the way you did or for how long you had either.
“Me to..” you whispered.
He leaned down once more to deliver a kiss to your mouth, this one was longer and not just filled with lust, it was caring, and warm.
In this moment you realized that you and Matt weren’t just going to be small talk friends who flirted for fun, you were going to be something more.
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urfavstargirl1 · 2 years
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adcu masterlist
welcome to my masterlist!
Here are all my Adam Driver Character Universe (ADCU) works.
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NOTE: all of my writings are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of my own imagination & are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events and people (living or dead) are coincidental.
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Kylo Ren
Series:
The Empress
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII
Part VIII
Part IX
Part X
Requests
Streets (Doja Cat Song Request)
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Ben Solo Blood-Letting
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Adam Sackler
Why Do You Feel
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capuletangel · 2 years
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Slow Like Honey Masterlist
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Read on AO3 | Read on Wattpad
Pairing: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Reader (No Y/N).
Story Summary: Ben Solo falls into a deep obsession with the local new baker. She fuels something within him; lust, obsession and delusion. Ben will stop at nothing to get her for himself, even if it means he’ll have to kill for her. Ben will always get what he wants.
Inspired by the TV show and book YOU (this is not a retelling), and the song Slow Like Honey by Fiona Apple.
Tags: DEAD DOVE. Stalking, Obsession, Creepy Ben Solo, Non-Con, Bittersweet Fluff, Misogyny, Character Death, Dark Themes, Violence and Eventual Smut. AFAB. Slow burn.
This is a Modern AU, with Star Wars characters.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
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ohsolonelyghosts · 1 year
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New Years Kiss
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Characters: Maurizio Gucci x Reader
Word Count: 887
Note: Happy New Year everyone! I wanted to write this up real quick, it's not much, but I was really feeling Maurizio on this tonight. I typed it up really quickly, just wanted to get something out TONIGHT before it turned midnight on the west coast (where I'm at!)
Phrases to know: *Guarda quanto sei bella - Look how gorgeous you are
*Amore mio - my love
Contents/Warnings: Fluff, kissing, pretty SFW, some sexual language
You and Maurizio had just landed in New York City. He claimed he was here strictly on business, but it was a holiday and you knew it. 
While he did have business meetings to attend, you stayed in the luxurious hotel room he had booked for the two of you. However, he promised you two would explore the city after the meeting today. After all, it was New Year's Eve. 
You were applying your lipstick when you heard the door open and click shut. 
“Love?” Maurizio quietly called, peeking around the corner to see you in the bathroom. He stood behind you in the bathroom, completely taking in your appearance while you finished up your makeup. 
“Guarda quanto sei bella.” 
You turned around, eyebrows raised at your husband. He was never light about compliments, showering you with them constantly. You smiled up at him, his hands finding your waist. Maurizio pulled you in, pecking at your lips a few times. 
You pulled back slightly, humming. 
“Thank you,” you whispered, fluttering your eyelashes. 
“Any time, Bellissimo.” 
You both exited the bathroom, pulling on the boots you intended to wear out today. Pulling on your stunning white coat to pull your outfit together, Maurizio barely changed his clothes and was ready.
“Men, absolutely no effort, and they can still look good,” you hummed over at him, listening to the chuckle in response. 
“I know, doll, just call me flawless.” 
You rolled your eyes, smiling as he stood in front of you once more. 
“Let’s get going before we can’t move at all out there,” he suggested, holding his hand out, dragging you out of the hotel room. 
Maurizio let you pick any stores to go into, any sights to see, and generally whatever you wanted to do for the rest of the day. 
By the time the sun was setting, you were both walking back into the hotel, not avoiding any crowds. Setting everything you had bought from the day, which wasn’t much, onto the chair in the room, Maurizio looked at you with a slight smirk. 
You looked up from sorting through the new belongings, tilting your head at him. He got that look in his eyes typically when he was in the mood. You shook your head, setting your things down. 
You aimed a finger at him, shaking your head once more.
“Not right now, we were just out all day.” 
Maurizio looked puzzled, giving you a smile. 
“I meant champagne, amore mio. Let’s ring in the new year with some champagne and we can people-watch.” 
You giggled as he picked up the hotel phone to dial for room service. Within no time the bottle showed up in the room, and your husband tipped room service generously. 
You both stood on the balcony, both enthralled with the crowd of people down below. You had no idea how much time had passed, but the crowd grew louder with every passing moment. In a way, it was really fun to see everyone crowd around, pushing and shoving in an attempt to try to get out, or get farther in. 
“People really come here to do this every year?” You questioned, turning your head to him. 
The dark haired male turned his head back to you, looking you in the eyes. 
“It’s a party, why wouldn’t you?” 
You shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face. 
“I don’t think standing in that crowd would be my thing.” 
“Love, we are pretty much here for the party as well,” Maurizio mentioned, shrugging, a hand running through his hair. He straightened out from leaning over the balcony, checking his watch. 
“11:30. So close.” 
Maurizio kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. You both shared a sweet moment, though anyone who looked up could probably see you two. 
He leaned down close to your ear, gently placing a kiss on your earlobe. 
“I am going to give you such a treat after midnight.” 
His words made you shiver in anticipation, eliciting a soft noise from you. When your husband stood up straight one more time, you half closed your eyes in a seductive glance, lips slightly parted up at him. 
“You’ll get one too.” 
Maurizio shuddered, chuckling down at you, giving you one more kiss before turning back and leaning over the balcony again. You dragged your fingernails along his back, leaning gently against him. 
As the time drew closer to midnight, Maurizio pulled out the champagne from inside the hotel room. He was going to pop it over the balcony, and not the safe way, either. 
Soon enough, the crowd began the ten-second countdown. You and your husband looked at each other, bright smiles on your faces. 
When it hit one, Maurizio used the hand that wasn’t holding the alcohol to pull you in, planting a long, loving kiss on your lips. You both grinned into the kiss, pulling away so he could pop the bottle. 
You were both sure that it hit someone in the sea of people down below, worrying you for a second before laughing along with your husband. 
He poured the champagne into the glasses, handing you yours first. You clinked your glasses together, Maurizio planting one more kiss on your lips before you took sips of the alcohol. 
“Happy New Year, Maurizio.”
“Happy New Year, Bellissimo.”
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artemisthewh0re · 2 years
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Imagine Adam Sackler living in a house like this with you 😍
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saynotoshityouhate · 1 year
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Moonlight
Summary: Your partner, Commander Mills, is being called away on a mission. One last snuggle before he leaves.
Word Count: 543
Tags: pet names (moonlight), fluff
Author’s Note: We don’t know anything about Commander Mills yet, but I’m taking the head canon from the trailer and running with it.
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Commander Mills, please report to the flight deck at 0800.
Mills groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. He didn’t want to leave on this particular mission. It was for too long, too far away, and he was leaving you behind.
You hated when he left. The vastness of space was too large to even comprehend with him gone. He grounded you, holding your feet on the ground when your anxiety threatened to drag you off into the atmosphere. He was your gravity, your north star, and without him the universe felt endless and empty. You rolled over, curling up against his bare, broad chest. “Don’t go…” you mumbled into his collarbone.
“I have to…you know that. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” Mills kissed the top of your head, the rough scratch of his facial hair on your forehead sent goosebumps down your spine. “You know I’ll come right back to you. I always do.” Mills had commanded a ship for many years, he was good at his job. Meeting you, someone who needed softness and warmth, changed him. He often needed to remind himself that you were not his flight team - you didn’t need him as a disciplinarian, or a leader. You needed him as a partner, an equal. He relaxed his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. This wasn’t the time for Commander Mills. Just Mills.
“But..what if…” you look up at him, doe eyed, and before you can finish, he interrupts.
“No buts, moonlight. I will always come back to you.”
Mills reached over to the bedside table, fumbling for his watch. His hands were not made for delicate work, so you offered yours to assist him in putting on the timepiece, laying a gentle kiss at the clasp once you had finished. Your fingers danced between the freckles and moles that littered his chest like constellations. “Remind me again, when I miss you…where do I look?”
He chuckled, you were so strong and brave when you needed to be. Nothing made him happier than taking care of you, however. “Find the brightest star in the night sky, and then close your eyes. Even when your eyes are closed, you’ll still be able to see it. Just like how I’m always with you. And before long, I’ll return. I promise.” You sigh. You knew this. You’d gone through this routine with him numerous times.
Mills rolled out of bed, heading into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. You pulled the blankets up and around you, pulling the soft fabric to your nose. Your eyes fluttered closed, breathing in the scent of his sleeping form, committing it to memory.
Commander Mills, please report to the flight deck.
The sound of the intercom echoed in your ears. The bathroom door opened, revealing Mills in his uniform. He looked so handsome. Your eyes prickled with tears as you removed yourself from the warmth of the bedsheets, padding on bare feet over to him. On tiptoes, you threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, your lips pressing into his every ounce of faith you had in him returning to you.
“Promise me? One more time?”
“I promise you, moonlight. I’ll always come back to you.”
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mrs-gucci · 6 months
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The Prank
{ flip zimmerman x female reader }
anon
Flip being an idiot and scaring you to get in the spooky mood! Or vice versa! Please and thank you
I kind of took this in a little bit of a different direction, it's not super duper spooky per se, but I love the idea I came up with and I hope you love it too!
warnings. FLUFF, very light sexual stuff, scaring/pranking, flip getting all grumpy, lingerie wearing, a kiss n' make up situation.
word count: 1.2k
★ written for sextember 2023 ★
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Flip, being a seasoned police detective, is a very hard man to scare. You're always trying to jumpscare him, but it never works, and it frustrates the hell out of you because he's constantly jumpscaring you. You just wanna get him really good one time, really scare him, and you've finally come up with the perfect plan to do it.
When you told Ron your idea, he was immediately eager to help you out, agreeing to do whatever needed to scare the living daylights out of Flip.
So when Flip calls and tells you he's on his way home, you quickly get your lingerie on and do your hair and makeup all nice. You really need to have Flip completely focused on you and get his guard down so Ron can do his thing.
You're buzzing with excitement as you head downstairs in your pretty set, one of his favorites, and make a quick call to Ron to confirm the plan. Then, you settle on the couch and put yourself on display as best you can while you wait for Flip to come home.
"Princess? I'm home!" he calls through the house as he normally does, pulling off his boots and putting out his cigarette in the ashtray by the door. "Baby, where--"
He turns the corner and finds you on the couch, all laid out in one of his favorite lingerie sets. He hums, pausing and leaning against the archway of the living room.
"What's all this for?"
"What, can't a lady dress up for her handsome, hardworking man every once and a while? Keep things spicy?"
Flip chuckles and walks over to you. "Hey, I never said I was complaining. Just didn't know if we were supposed to be celebrating anything, maybe one of those bullshit holidays we always use as an excuse to have sex, like fuckin' national laugh day or whatever."
"Oh my god," you chuckle. "We should really stop doing that, we really don't need any more excuses to have sex."
"Mm, you have a point," Flip hums, smiling as he pulls you to your feet and kisses you deeply. "But you have to admit, we've had some, mm, pretty great holiday celebrations."
You smile against his lips, nodding. "Yeah, we have."
Meanwhile, outside, Ron pulls into the driveway with his headlights off and takes it slow, not wanting to alert his partner to his arrival. He grabs his cuffs and sneaks around to one of the living room windows, staying low as he taps the metal cuff against the window.
Flip's head turns immediately in the direction of the sound, eyebrows furrowed.
"Did you hear that?"
You look up at him, pretending to be confused.
"Hear what, baby?"
"There was a tapping noise."
"I didn't hear it," you say, turning his head back to you and kissing him again. "It was probably just the icebox again, you know how it makes those weird sounds sometimes."
Flip's instincts were telling him there's something going on, but he chooses to ignore them in favor of kissing you some more. He hums, hands on your hips, squeezing them firmly.
"You look so beautiful, princess," he says against your lips, pushing you gently back down onto the couch. "I--"
Ron scratches along the window with his nails and Flip's head whips over again, walking towards the window.
"What the fuck is going on?" he says, looking through the window. "I swear to god someone's outside tapping the window. You're not hearing it?"
"No, baby, I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't hear anything."
He huffs, then walks back over to you and lays down on top of you, kissing you again as he presses himself against you.
Ron grins and moves to the other window, then knocks quickly, squatting down in the darkness to hide in case Flip looks out the window.
"Alright now, this is getting fucking ridiculous. Either I'm crazy or you're going deaf, because that was very noticeable."
Flip huffs, making a move to get off you and walk over to the window. You hold his shirt and keep him on you, kissing his neck.
"Baby, don't get up again. It's okay, it's probably one of the neighborhood cats. I need you, Flip, please stay here..."
His jaw clenches, but he starts kissing you again. You left the back screen open for Ron so he can enter quietly, and you subtly keep a lookout for him as Flip starts to nibble at your neck.
Ron comes around the corner and you hum, smiling softly and winking at him. He grins, standing in silence for a moment before making his presence known by using his deep, serious shouting voice.
"ZIMMERMAN!"
Flip startles and tries to turn around but falls off the couch with a soft grunt. You burst into laughter and Ron joins in as Flip processes what just happened.
"What the fuck?!"
"Oh my god, that was amazing," you breathe, laughing hysterically. "We got you so good."
You give Ron a high five as Flip stands back up with a huff, crossing his arms.
"You guys fucking suck," he says bitterly. "Why would you do that?"
"Revenge, of course. You're always scaring me but I can never scare you. So I wanted to get you back for all those times."
“Well this was so much worse than anything I’ve ever done to you,” he says. “We were about to…that was just mean.”
You can tell that he’s actually getting upset over this, and you quickly wrap up the conversation with Ron. He can sense it too and heads out after a few more minutes, leaving you and Flip alone.
He walks over and grabs a beer from the fridge, opens it up, then takes a long sip. You sigh, getting up from the couch and walking to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind as he lights a cigarette.
“Baby, it was a little prank. Just for a little fun.”
“It wasn’t fun for me. I actually thought something was going on outside and I was getting worried. And the fact that you got all dressed up just to scare me…it was just shitty.”
You step around and give him a kiss on the cheek, then another, and another.
“Flip, baby, I’m sorry,” you say, pouting. “Please forgive me.”
He huffs. “I’m not happy with you right now.”
Your lips continue to press kisses all over his face, jaw and neck.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” you say with each peck. “I’m really sorry, baby.”
As much as he’s upset, your kisses and apologies are definitely chipping away at his hardened defenses.
His hand slips onto the small of your back but he still doesn’t look at you, hoping you’ll keep going but understand that he’s really not that upset without him having to say it.
You definitely understand it, and you smile slightly, but continue to kiss him until you finally press a kiss to his lips.
“Please forgive me?”
He looks at you, then, and smiles ever so slightly as he holds you close.
“You’re not gonna quit, are you?”
You shake your head with a smile, kissing him some more. "Nope, not until you forgive me."
"Alright, alright," Flip sighs, running his hand down to give your ass a firm squeeze. He smiles, then kisses you. "You're lucky I love you so damn much."
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bits-and-babs · 1 year
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Dear god, I saw this prompt on your list and I would die if you’d do something with it for Mills. Thank you thank you thank for sharing your beautiful writing!
“Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.”
“𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.”
pairing: Commander Mills x f!Reader
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Warnings: 18+ vague angst, anger, angry-sex, unprotected p in v sex (They’re on a dinosaur planet, condoms don’t exist y’all)
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Rage seeps from your pores as you glare at the hulking man that sits across the table from you. The crude map he had drawn in the spices strewn across the table is child-like, yet spells out the inherent danger of your mission - get across world to the escape pod. Easier said than done when the creatures with huge teeth and serrated claws threatened to tear you apart the moment you stepped off the ship. 
Mills watches you, sees your brow twitch. You are livid, and hell, you want to tear him apart before the creatures even set eyes on him. His expression is blank, waiting for the torrent of abuse to flood from your mouth and string him from the durasteel ceiling. 
It doesn’t. 
“Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.” 
You have no idea where it comes from, the whispered command, but Mills springs into action almost immediately. He’s shoving you down onto the tabletop, the spices sticking to the fabric of your clothes and your humidity drenched skin as he yanks your pants down with a vicious ‘rip’. 
“Oh fuck-” you choke out, grasping the edges of the table with a white-knucke grip as his cock slams inside of your hot, wet entrance. It burns with how much it stretches you, blinding your vision with white when Mills immediately pinpoints the bundle of nerves inside of you that has your body seizing up almost instantly. 
“This what you wanted? Huh?” He spits, his palm heavy on your lower back to force you against the steel as he slams his hips into yours. “Wanted me to ruin you first? Force you to take orders?”
Whimpering softly, you nod your head dumbly. Tears well in your eyes at just how good the mind-numbing bliss feels, his huge hand twisting around your body as he continues to brutalise you, the slap of contact between your hips and ass ricocheting off the walls of the canteen area. 
“Gonna teach you to take orders from your Commander,” he sneers, thumb pushing up hard against your clit and lighting sparks behind your eyes.
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ladyinwriting18 · 1 year
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Our First Valentine's Day
Summary: You and Clyde celebrate your first Valentine's Day together. Perhaps the two of you will finally take your relationship to a more intimate level.
Words: 3,538
Warnings: Fingering, oral sex, PIV.
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Today is Valentine’s Day. Your very first Valentine’s Day with your very new boyfriend, Clyde Logan. You two haven’t been dating for very long so you haven’t expected him to make a big deal of the day. But to your surprise, he had.  The evening had been spent going out to dinner and then the movies, where you and Clyde had split a bucket of popcorn. Electrical sparks had shot through you every time your fingers touched while reaching to grab popcorn. Even innocent touches shared between you set you aflame. Who could blame you? Clyde is tall, strong, and handsome. With full, pouty lips that you want to feel kiss more than just your mouth.
You shake the thoughts from your mind. It hasn’t even been a full month since the two of you started dating. And Clyde being the Southern gentleman that he is, hasn’t done more than hold your hand, hug you and kiss you. But as he pulls his truck up to the motel, you can’t help but hope that tonight he does more. 
You fidget beside him in the passenger seat with a mix of excitement and nerves. If tonight was going to be the night you finally slept together, then you wanted to be prepared. So prepared that you’re wearing a short, light pink babydoll nightgown and matching lace panties under your dress. You hope he’ll like it, since you aren’t exactly sure what his preference is when it comes to lingerie and such. What you do know is that he always treats you like a princess. So…why not dress the part?
He takes the key from the ignition and sees you make a move to get out of the truck. “You wait right there,” he teasingly scolds, then hops out to jog over to the other side and open the car door. He holds out a hand for you. You smile wide at how considerate he always is. “Why thank you, Sir.” You place your hand in his and let him help you step out of the truck. “Anything for you, Darlin’.” He momentarily strokes your cheek before grabbing both overnight bags from the backseat. 
You walk together towards the room that Clyde reserved for the night. He unlocks the door and holds it open for you to step inside first. You quickly flick on the light, illuminating the room. It’s an average motel room, but clean and spacious with a comfy looking king size bed. Waiting on the bed is a bouquet of sunflowers and roses. “Oh Clyde! They’re beautiful.” You excitedly go over and pick the flowers up to smell them before turning back to him. “You’re so good to me. Thank you.” “It’s nothin’ you don’t already deserve. I wish I could give ya more but I hope this is enough.” You hold your hand out for him, silently asking him to join you. He comes over to wrap his arms around you and leans down to kiss the top of your head. You look up into his eyes, making sure his focus is on you. “It is more than enough. You’ve made me a very happy girl today.” He can feel the tips of his ears burn. Knowing he’s pleased you does more than just make him happy, it turns him on.  Truth be told, Clyde had hopes for where the night took them, but he in no way wants to pressure you if you aren’t ready. He’s more than happy to take the backseat and let you drive until you give him the okay. Until then, he’ll keep things rated PG. “I was thinkin’ we could watch a movie and then maybe go get some ice cream. That place ya like is right down the road.” As he talks, he moves to the side of the bed and takes a seat. He toes off his shoes before reclining back against the headboard in his blue jeans and button up. It’s clear he doesn’t mean to look so alluring, but you can’t stop your eyes from roaming over his frame. Without looking away, you slip off your heels and climb up onto the bed. You crawl over and kneel beside him. “You’ve spoiled me tonight.” You reach out a hand and lay it on his thigh. “How can I ever repay you?” He nearly chokes on air when you grip his thigh. Something about it has him wondering about your motives. Was this your way of tentatively making a move? “Ya don’t have to repay me. I wanted to do this for ya.” He sits up, trying to make sure he says the right thing. “It’s…made me happy to do this for ya.”
You smile and squeeze his thigh. Taking this as a good sign, Clyde leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your reaction is better than he could have imagined. Not only do you return the kiss, but also wrap your arms around his shoulders. You seem to be tugging him closer as if urging him to touch you. It’s all the incentive he needs to pull you on top of him while sinking back into the bed. He groans into your mouth, flesh hand tangling in your hair while he slants his lips against yours. You melt into him, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and body heat. His tongue runs across the seam of your lips so you’ll part them and let his tongue slip into your mouth. Your hands move to the front of his dress shirt to start undoing the first few buttons. But when you find the undershirt he wears beneath, you whine at the material separating you from his skin.
You’ve waited so long to be close to him that you can’t help but feel frustrated. You break the kiss with a pout. Clyde chuckles at your impatience. “It’s alright, Darlin’. I’ve got ya.” He subtly ruts his hips up into you to let you know he’s as eager as you. “We have all night. I wanna treat ya right. Give ya what ya need.” His metal prosthetic hand squeezes one of your asscheeks before starting to scrunch the fabric of your dress up. The feeling of him pulling up your dress, reminds you of the surprise you’ve hidden. “I wore something especially for you.” Your cheeks heat up with your admission. “Do….Do you want to see?” You do your best to be confident. This would be the first time you’ve ever been this exposed in front of him. Half dazed, Clyde nods, excited to see that you’ve put together your own surprises for him. Still on your knees, you lift your dress above your head before tossing it on the floor. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and look at him innocently. All you can do is pray that he likes what he sees.
From the way his jaw drops and his eyes dilate, he likes what he sees very much. His eyes drag over every detail of your body and the baby pink lingerie. He reaches out to feel the material between two fingers. “I ain’t never seen a more beautiful sight.” “Really? You like it?” Clyde nods, “Ya look like a lil’ Princess.” His voice drops to a lustful whisper. “Ma lil’ Princess.” The fingers that play with the edge of the lingerie, moves to grip your hip. You’re close to tackling him to the bed, but he asks if you’ll help him with the rest of his shirt. You immediately spring into action, ridding him of his dress and under shirt, revealing the smooth, soft skin of his chest and torso. He nervously licks his lips. “I know I’m no movie star—” You silence his words with a finger pressed to his lips. “We’re going to have some problems if you talk badly about my boyfriend.” Clyde chuckles at your playfulness and lets you continue. “I love what I see and I want to see more.” That catches his attention. His smile turns into a sly grin and pushes your finger away from his mouth. “Ah, so I have a greedy Princess on my hands, hm?” You giggle and look down shyly. The hand resting on your hip tugs you forward in time with him leaning up to capture your mouth. His kiss is slow but firm. You enjoy the pace since it lets you enjoy the softness of his lips and the scratch of his facial hair. Your hands lazily run over his chest, wanting to get to know his body. Your fingers find themselves at the waistband of his Levi’s, trailing lower until you accidentally touch the bulge in the front of his jeans. You break the kiss with a gasp and find Clyde smirking at you. “Go on, Princess. Take what ya want.” You’re so desperate to see him and touch him that his permission feels like a blessing. Your hands make quick work of his belt and zipper before hooking your fingers into the waistband and start tugging off his jeans and boxers. His legs are impossibly long. It feels like it takes fucking forever to strip him of his pants, but once they’re off, you toss them onto the floor and turn your gaze back to him. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him.
His cock stands proudly, thick and jetting up towards his navel with a mess of dark curls at the base. You crawl back to him, laying beside him in the crook of his arm. He smiles and pulls you in closer while his metal hand comes up to stroke your cheek. You grip the wrist and turn your face to kiss the palm. “Should I take this off for you as well? Whatever makes you more comfortable.” Clyde swallows thickly at your words, his face flushing slightly. “I…I don’t want to make ya uncomfortable, and if it’s better for ya that I keep it on, then I don’t mind. I just wanna make ma girl feel good-” You quiet him with a firm kiss, pouring your affection into it. “Your comfort is just as important as mine and you already do make me feel good. Having it on won’t affect that.” He mulls it over in his head, trying to decide. Since losing his hand he’s struggled with feeling man enough. Especially because women had started to look at him differently. But not you. You accepted all of him. “I’d prefer it off,” he whispers to you. Carefully, you start to remove his prosthetic. You watch his expression to make sure you’re doing it correctly and not causing him discomfort. Once it’s off, you place it on the nightstand beside the bed. You turn back to him and start to kiss from his shoulder, down his arm to where his amputation scar is, and kiss that too. He gasps when your lips come in contact with his scar. No one had ever touched it or treated it like this…like it was just another part of him that deserved to be loved and treated with reverence. “Is this okay?” He breathes out a ‘yes’ that almost sounds like a moan. You kiss all around his scar while your fingers massage his flesh. Above you, Clyde’s lips part and his head tilts back. He feels so…loved that he isn’t sure how to handle it. What he does know is that he wants to make you feel just as loved as he does. You kiss back up his arm to his chest and move to straddle him. With your knees on either side of his thighs, you’re able to press your chest to his and nuzzle his nose with yours. But you’ve ignited something in your Valentine. Something that leaves him aching for more than your sweet kisses. Using his strength, he flips you onto your back with him on top of you. He wastes no time in kissing and nipping at your neck and chest. Your giggles from being flipped over quickly dissolve into whimpers. The contrast between his soft lips and the sharp bite of his teeth leaves you quaking. 
He continues his way down to your thighs and pulls them apart to nuzzle his nose into your center. You can’t help but feel embarrassed, knowing that the lace panties are most likely clinging to your already wet cunt like a second skin. He inhales deeply, sighing at the scent. “Ya smell so sweet, Princess. Can I taste ya?” You find it hard to form words, so you nod and lift your hips to help him slide your panties off. You bite your bottom lip and let your knees fall apart, revealing your bare cunt to him for the very first time. Clyde stares, mesmerized by how soft and wet your cunt is. Not wanting to waste another moment, he shoves his face into your cunt and eats you like a man starved. He licks at your entrance before shoving his tongue as far as he can inside of you, tasting every drop of slick you have to offer him. After a moment, he pulls back to look at you. “Ya have the best tastin’ pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eatin’.” If you wanted to respond, Clyde doesn’t give you the chance before burying his face back between your thighs. He looks at you through his lashes, watching you thrash as he sucks on your clit. He rolls the bud between his teeth before flicking it with his tongue. You moan out his name, melting and opening your legs even wider for him. Having better access, he slips a single finger through your tight walls. You grind into his hand, panting even though he only has one finger inside. “Can ma Darlin’ take more?” You aggressively nod, feeling desperate. “Y-yes, more. I want more!” He doesn’t need to be told twice and slides a second finger in. Your inner walls clench around his thick digits as he fingers you with quick, slick thrusts. 
The way you moan and writhe for him makes him work harder. He works his tongue with more fervor, flicking your clit and picking up the pace of his fingers. Your cunt drips down to his palm, allowing him to slip in a third finger. You arch your back and cry out. How he already knows your body so well is beyond your realm of comprehension. You can already feel your orgasm drawing closer. That feeling only intensifies when he crooks his fingers in just the right spot that his calloused fingertips rub your g-spot. “Fuck! Clyddddeeee, right there! I’m s-so close!” He hums encouragement at you, trying to tell you he wants you to cum but doesn’t want to stop giving you pleasure. The vibrations go straight to your cunt and that’s all you need to reach your peak. Your cunt clamps down around his fingers and unfiltered music spills from your open mouth as you chant his name like a prayer. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud but Clyde focuses on working you through your orgasm. It’s only once your body slumps back onto the mattress does he remove his fingers from your core. He sits up and licks his fingers clean. “Mmmh, fuck me. I could eat your pussy all fuckin’ day and still not have enough.” He crawls back up your body with his chin and beard shiny with your slick. You don’t have time to feel embarrassed because he’s already pressing a kiss to your lips and sliding his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself. Your tongues play with one another, the passion between you increasing. “I want to make you feel good too.” You hum against his mouth and mischievously slide your hand down his body until it comes in contact with his cock. You purr at the feeling of it throbbing in your hand. “So big. You’re going to end up stretching me out.” Clyde groans at your words, hips bucking forward into your grasp. He’s too excited to wait any longer, so he flips you over again, pulling you to straddle him while he rests against the pillows. “Will ma Princess ride me?” You nod with a giggle. “If that’s what my man wants.” “Yeah, that’s what I want,” he responds almost breathlessly while watching you line his cock up with your entrance. 
You sink down slowly, head falling back at the feeling of him filling you up. Your cunt desperately tries to get accustomed to the girth of him. Every ridge and vein has you whimpering.  “Fuck Darlin’, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Can’t believe ya takin’ all of me.” The praise makes you shiver. Your hands grip his chest, using the leverage to start moving faster.
You’re bouncing up and down on his cock now, causing him to groan whenever your cunt flutters around him. He starts thrusting his hips in time with your movements, so that as you fall back down on him, his hips rise, spearing you hard on his cock and making you bounce. “Fuck, look at your tits,” he swears while watching them, hypnotized by the way they bounce in the pink cups of the babydoll you wear. His hand gropes at one and then the other as you continue to ride him. With a growl, he pulls your breasts free and moves his hand into your hair to pull you down so he can nuzzle his face against them. His facial hair tickles your skin, but the warmth of his mouth suckling at your nipples feels so good. They quickly become taunt under his ministrations. You feel yourself dripping down his length, especially now that he’s thrusting his hips even harder. His fat cockhead hits your cervix with each sloppy bounce.
It has you babbling, “Clyde! Feels so good. Y-You’re so deep in my cunt!”
His nostrils flare, tearing his mouth from your breast and watching your cunt swallowing him whole. The sight causes him to bite on his tongue to stop himself from cumming. He stares up into your eyes. His gaze is so intense that it steals your breath away. “Wanna make ya cum. Will ya let me, Princess?” “God, yes. Please, I want to cum for you.” His hand moves down between your thighs while his other arm comes around your waist to keep you close. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches and rolls your clit between his two fingers. It has you throwing your head back and your thighs trembling. Your movements become more erratic, unable to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through your body. Your cunt starts clenching around him in longer intervals, telling him that your orgasm is near. “That’s it, Princess. Cum for me. Cum so I can fill ya up nice an’ full.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your forehead to his, trying to steady yourself, but your body is taking over. His fingers work you faster, your swollen clit pulses against the pads of his fingers. You’re so close, moments away away from reaching your peak. You brokenly whine his name, feeling overwhelmed, but Clyde is there, holding you and praising you. “That’s it. I’m here, Babygirl. Right here. Cum on ma cock.” His fingers roll your clit just right and suddenly you’re shuddering and cumming so hard that you almost lose your balance atop him. He moans as you cum around him. Your walls squeeze his cock in a vice grip. He tries to hold off his own orgasm, wanting to fuck you through yours first, but he can’t stop the natural reaction of his body. “Shit! Fuckin’ Christ!” he howls, filling you with ropes of sticky cum. His cock throbs inside of you as aftershocks rip through his body. You cling to one another, catching your breath until Clyde sinks back onto the pillows, pulling you with him so you’re resting on top of his chest. “Princess, that was….God damn.” He sighs happily with his eyes closed. His comment earns him a giggle and a kiss to his chest before you look back into his eyes. He presses a kiss to your forehead while his fingers stroke your back. “Y’alright?” You answer without hesitation, “More than alright. You made me feel so good.” A smile spreads across his face. “I’m glad. That’s all I wanted, to make ma girl feel good.” “Well mission accomplished, Mr. Logan.” You stroke his cheek, wanting to show him more affection. “And are you alright?” “I couldn’t be more perfect,” he whispers before leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips. The two of you resituate, you laying beside him within the crook of his arm. You lay a hand on his chest, directly over his heart.  A comfortable silence falls over the room. The two of you bask in the afterglow of your love making. Everything feels beyond perfect. You couldn’t want for anything else. Except…. “Clyde?” “Yes, Darlin’?” "Can we still go get that ice cream?” Laughter rips through him. His entire frame shakes with it. “Of course we can. Whatever ma pretty lil’ Valentine wants.”
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prince-kyloren · 2 years
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Kylo ren with a size kink, Adam driver is 6,2 and that’s just-
His hands are huge and girthy AND HIS BROAD SHOULDERS, I- just yes
Adam is built like a fucking Greek God and I don't think that I can physically take it much longer.
CW: size kink, AFAB!reader, smut smut smut, belly bulge because it makes me feral and I wanted an excuse to write it oops, creampieeeee, reader is smaller than Kylo
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It makes him feel depraved. The way he feels as he watches his fingers plunge deeper into your dripping hole. The way his cock twitches when he can see that you struggle to take two, let alone just one of his fingers. He loves watching you squirm, loves the way that your hand grabs at his to ground yourself. But he especially loves seeing how absolutely tiny your hand looks while gripping his. There’s something innate in his brain that loves feeling as though he could overpower you, even though he never would unless you explicitly asked. 
He whispers words into your ear, words that fuel the fire building deep in his belly that only you could extinguish. 
“Look at you taking me so well baby. Stuffed full of my fingers. You think that little pussy can take my big cock?” 
All you can do is whimper a small “please” and nod into the side of his neck.
He pushes your thighs back, spreading you wide enough that he can watch his next move. Before burying himself inside you, he slides his cock up through your folds, and over your lower belly, so he can see just how deep he will go. 
A low “fuck” leaves his kiss bruised lips as he pushes home, going as deep as he can, leaning over to kiss your cheek in the process. As his hips start to set their pace, Kylo straightens up so that he can watch himself fuck into you, the outline of his cock barely visible through your belly. One of his hands snakes its way down your thigh, to rest on your belly, feeling himself through your soft skin.
It’s almost enough to make him cum then and there.
“So full of me huh baby?”
“Please, please cum in me Kylo.”
“So greedy. You want to be filled even more huh?” You nod, eyes squeezing shut, completely engulfed in every feeling that Kylo is giving to you in this moment. 
And when he cums, it’s with every expletive on his lips, totally overwhelmed by you.
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First Time ~ Flip Zimmerman
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Warning: Does contain smut!!!!!!!
Word Count: 2,420
Summary: You're first time with Flip
Pairing: Flip Zimmerman x F!Reader
It was finally the weekend and you had a long shift at the bakery today and desperately missed your boyfriend, Flip. You hadn’t seen him in a couple of days due to both of your busy schedules and today was the day you were supposed to finally see him. You had asked him if he wanted you to wait for him at the station or the bakery but he asked you if the two of you could have drinks with Ron and Patrice before going to one of their places. You had agreed since it had been a little over two weeks since you last saw them due to all of your schedules.
You and Flip had been dating for about 4 months now and you both had agreed that you wanted to take it slow. You had been in relationships before where your significant other had wanted to have sex not long after you had started to date them. Flip had actually wanted to wait and have a conversation with you about it beforehand, which you thought was very nice, especially since no one else had done so.
Once you had parked your car outside of the bar, you quickly fixed your clothes and hair to what you felt made you look more presentable and made you feel better. Looking from your car window, you did not see Patrice, Ron, or Flip’s vehicles anywhere, so you decided to wait. It wasn’t long before Flip parked his truck outside the bar as well. He was about to walk inside when he turned his head and saw you in your car. You then lifted your head up from looking down at your phone as he was walking over to the car.
“Hey.” You said as you got out of your car.
“Hey.”
Flip then pulled you closer to him and kissed you on the lips. You could still taste a little bit of coffee from whenever he last had a cup. When you both pulled away, he gently smiled at you which caused you to let out a giggle. Then he gently took your hand and led you to the door and inside the bar.
Once you were inside you spotted Ron and Patrice who waved you both over. Both you and Flip greeted them before sitting down. Not even two seconds later, four beers arrive and each of you took one and opened them before clinking them together and taking a sip.
You guys were there for about 2 hours. You had 2 drinks in total, while Flip only had the one and had water for the rest of the time. Flip shot Ron a look and Ron gently tugged at Patrice's arm and they walked over to the bar while you and Flip were still in the booth.
"Hey you." Flip said.
"Hey."
You then laid a gentle but passionate kiss on his lips. You both could taste the alcohol from each other's mouth but you weren't paying much attention. Flip then gently pulled his lips away from yours but continued to let his hands roam all over your body.
"Do you want to head back to my place?" Flip asked.
You nodded your head and he immediately got up from the booth and held a hand out for you to take, which you did. As Flip was walking you out to his truck, you both passed by Ron and Patrice and you both waved at them before walking out the door. Once you both were out the door, Flip had picked you up into his arms and carried you over and into the truck. As soon as he was in the driver's seat and he had closed the door, you had put your hands on both sides of his head and brought him closer to you and kissed him passionately. You both continued to kiss each other until you couldn’t breathe and you needed to pull away to get some air.
“Are we about to do something?” He asked.
“Maybe. Do you want to?”
Flip nodded and you smiled at him which caused him to smile back before turning to turn his truck on and pulling out of the parking spot to drive towards his house. As he was driving, you started to get nervous as this would be your first time together. Both of you had been in previous relationships where you both had sex but this time felt different, at least on the way to the first time.
Once Flip’s truck was in the driveway, he quickly shut it off and both of you hopped out of the truck and quickly walked towards the door of his house. Flip struggled to unlock his door as he was fumbling with his keys, but then he eventually got it and you went inside. When both of you were inside his house and he closed the door, he quickly pushed you against it and started attacking your lips with his. As you kissed each other, you both let each other’s hands roam your bodies as much as they wanted. When you both needed air again, flip asked you a question.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Positive.”
Flip smiled then attacked your lips again before lifting you up into his arms and walking upstairs to his bedroom. His door was completely closed when you were both up there so he quickly opened it enough so he could quickly kick it open. Once he did so, he quickly walked through the door with you still in his hold before he took his lips off of yours and threw you onto the bed.
Flip quickly got on top of you and reattached his lips to yours as you both started to slowly take off each other’s clothes. You both took a breath when you took off each other’s shirt, but then immediately went back to kissing once your heads were free. You were down to your bra and underwear and Flip was down to just his boxers when he started to play with your breasts as best as he could with the fabric covering it.
He then slowly let his right hand make its way down your body to your underwear. Once his fingers were at the top of your underwear, he hooked his pointer and middle finger under the one side and brought his left hand to do the same before he took them off of you. The two of you knew that you both had at least some experience but you didn’t know how much. Flip was about to take himself out of his boxers when you held a hand out to stop him for a second, causing him to look up at you.
“Do you have a condom?”
It took Flip a second to process what you had said as he had been paying much attention until then. Once it registered in his brain, he quickly went over to his nightstand and pulled one out and quickly gave it to you to unwrap from the packaging and smiled as he pulled out his cock. Once it was free, he gently grabbed the condom from your hand and gently put it on before lining up with your entrance.
“Are you completely sure you want to do this?” He asked.
“I am sure Flip. Just fuck me.”
Once you said that, he slowly pushed himself into you. As he did so, both of you let out a small moan and he began to gently thrust his hips. You could feel your breath getting shorter and shorter as he continued. Both you and Flip continued to moan out each other’s names as he thrusted into you. Eventually he moved to where he was able to keep moving his cock inside you while gently nibbling on your ear, which caused your moans to get louder. As your moans got louder, Flip’s pace got faster and you could feel that you were at the edge.
“Flip. I’m really close. Fuck.” You said between moans.
“Cum for me baby.”
You could feel your legs trembling as you came around his member. Flip’s rhythm was now broken and you felt yourself seeing stars while he came into the condom. He then began to slowly pull out of you as you both were coming down from your climaxes. Once he was out of you, he gently laid down next to you on his side, facing in your direction. He then turned towards you and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as he came down from his climax. Once he felt he was good enough to stand, he slowly got up and off of the bed and walked into the bathroom to turn the shower on and to put the condom in the trash. He was in there for almost a minute waiting for the water to heat up a bit before heading back into the bedroom to pick you up from the bed and carry you into the bathroom.
Flip then gently set you down on the cool counter to grab towels for the both of you. He then set the towels down and picked you back up again and stepped into the shower. He then held you in his arms for a few minutes while gently massaging your legs. Eventually he gently set you down to where you were standing on your own two feet in the shower. The two of you helped each other wash yourselves until the water started to run cold. Flip then turned the water off and got out of the shower before you so he could grab both his towel and your towel. He quickly wrapped himself in the towel before helping you with the towel he had set out for you and helping you out of the shower. Once you were both out of the shower, you both started to dry off and you realized something.
“I don’t have any clothes to sleep in with me.” You said.
Flip realized what you had said and quickly went into his closet and pulled out one of his flannels and a pair of sweatpants for you while pulling out some clothes for him. He came back and smiled once you saw he was giving you his clothes to wear, which put a smile on your face. You then gave him a kiss on the lips and slowly started to change into them.
Once you were both dressed, Flip went out into the hallway to grab some fresh sheets and bedding while you took off what was currently on the bed. The two of you then began to put the new bedding and sheets onto the bed and once you were done, Flip took the old ones and put them into the washer, while you waited just outside the door of his laundry room. When he finished putting everything into the washer and started it up, he turned to you with a smile and lifted you back up and walked into the bedroom with you in his arms.
He gently lowered you onto the bed before walking over to the other side and getting into bed himself. Once both of you were under the covers, you slowly started to snuggle into his chest, causing him to let out a small laugh and to start playing with your hair a little bit. You then looked up at him with a small smile on your face and gave him a long kiss on the lips. When you both came back from the kiss, you both smiled and laughed.
“That was really great.” You said.
“It was. You were fantastic.”
You let out a little laugh to which Flip did too and he kissed you again. After the kiss was over, both you and Flip snuggled into each other and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning. You woke up to an empty bed and the smell of fresh coffee coming from downstairs. You then slowly made your way out of bed and downstairs to see Flip’s back turned towards you as he made breakfast for the both of you. He wasn’t paying much attention to the sounds around him as he cooked so you were able to sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso as you laid your head on his back.
You weren’t able to see it, but Flip turned his head to see behind him and he smiled once he noticed it was you before going back to cooking breakfast. Both of you stayed silent as he cooked until he turned the burners on the stove off and turned around to face you. You looked up at him as he looked at you and let his hands roam your body as he leaned down to kiss you.
“Good morning sweetheart.” Flip said.
“Good morning Flip. Thank you for making breakfast.”
“You're welcome.”
You then gave each other a kiss on the lips and smiled at each other. Then, you went into the cupboard to grab plates for the both of you and handed them to Flip, who plated the food. Once you both had as much food as you wanted, you both slowly walked over to the table and pulled out your chairs before sitting down. Both you and Flip had stayed kinda quiet during breakfast, just enjoying each other’s presence while you ate. You couldn’t tell what Flip was thinking about, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night.
Once you both were done with breakfast, you got up and took both yours and Flip’s plates and silverware over to the sink and washed them. While you were doing that, Flip put away what was left over into the fridge for later. Once both of you were done, you turned to face each other and he lifted you into his arms. Then you gently put your hands on both sides of his face and kissed him passionately.
“Thank you again for making breakfast. It was really good.”
“No problem Sunshine. What do you want to do now?” Flip asked.
“Would it be a problem to ask if we could have a repeat of last night?”
“It will not be a problem.”
Flip then slowly set you back down onto the ground but continued to hold onto your hand. Then the two of you held hands as you both walked upstairs for a continuation of what happened less than 12 hours ago.
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