#flip zimmerman x y/n

[calummss]

PREY | FLIP ZIMMERMAN

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

pairing: fem! reader x flip zimmerman

words: 2.1k

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

TW! kidnapping, implied cannibalism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He must have noticed your surprise.

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

"Why are you doing this?"

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

Flip scrambled out of his seat.

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

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

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

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

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

"Is Flip even your real name?"

"Yes. My full name is Philip Zummerman."

"You give your victims your government name?"

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

"What is the answer?"

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

"I don’t know."

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

“Ehm,” pause, “Money?"

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

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

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

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

A deafening silence.

What?

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

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

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

"I’m going to kill and eat you."

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

"What…" Bile started to rise again.

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

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

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

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

"This isn’t happening."

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

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

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

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

‘Y/N!’

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

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

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

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

“And you just eat people?"

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

"Normal. Normal."

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

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

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[rynwritesstuff]

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

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

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

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

Word Count: 700

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flip hums, kissing you a few times. 

“Tell me.”

You rub his crotch, pressing a bit more firmly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-Fuck, gonna cum–” 

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

He’s so into this, so into you, and–

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

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

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

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

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

You nod quickly. 

“Yes. Y-Yes, Flip. Please . . .”

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[multific]

His World

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Summary: When your husband arrives home later and later you start to suspect he might be cheating on you.

Flip has been gone a lot lately. Like a lot lot.

You were used to him arriving home late, him not arriving home at all, but he would always make up for it the next day. He would arrive home with the most beautiful flowers, kiss you on the cheek and keep you busy all night long.

But that just stopped.

All of that.

Flip became cold and even rude at times. You tried to understand, you truly did. He had a difficult and stressful job, you were there when he cracked the KKK, you were there through all his struggles, but something changed.

"You cooked dinner? It looks like shit." he said one day. "Maybe you should get a job instead of staying home all day." was another punch to the gut, and just as you were about to hug him to sleep, "Don't." and he pulled away, turning his back and lately, he even slept on the couch instead of staying with you.

You tried to talk to the others at the police station, but nothing.

He didn't have a major case, he was working on small things and doing mainly normal detective and cop things.

But then why?

Why did he pull away when you tried to hug him? Why did he refuse to look at you? Why would he rather sleep on the couch than in his own bed?

And then, as if a train hit you, you realized that he might have found someone else.

You two were only married for a short period of time, maybe he just doesn't want to say anything.

But... it didn't make sense to you.

Flip claimed he love you to death. He was desperate to get married to you. All he could talk about is putting a ring on your finger and then giving you a family.

So, what changed?

You went to buy groceries, trying to figure out what to do for your birthday.

But all you could think about, 'Who is she?'

Who was the person to steal your husband away? Who was the person that kept him from you?

You wanted to know, you needed to know.

Images of your husband sleeping with another woman completely clouded your mind. That's all you could think about even if she was faceless and nameless. Could it be the new woman who moved in a couple houses away? The blonde one? Or Mrs Wheeler? She is all you could think about, her fictional presence filled up your mind too much, it stopped you from doing basic tasks at times, not like he noticed that there was no dinner.

You tried to seduce him, waiting for him in skimpy clothes, cooking a romantic dinner for your birthday, but when he got home,

"Are you going out?" is all you got before he moved to shower and sleep.

A couple days later, the doctor called you, he wanted to take a blood sample as it seemed like there was something on your most recent paper.

You didn't even tell Flip, not like he cared.

And so, you went, a couple of days passed after, and you got another call.

"Good afternoon." said the kind receptionist through the phone. "I'm calling you regarding the tests we did last week. Congratulations Mrs Zimmerman, you are eight weeks pregnant!"

Pregnant?

Eight weeks?

You remember that night faintly, one of the last times you were intimate with your husband.

How can you be?

You didn't notice the signs, your mind was filled with the neglect you felt from your husband.

How would you tell him? He wouldn't even listen to a single thing you would say?

You cried, that's all you could do, cry, because you were so scared.

You thought long and hard about how to tell him during the next couple days, you even had to go back to the doctor, your baby was healthy.

But Flip didn't even know about it.

He continued to sleep on the couch as you cried upstairs.

Then weeks passed.

When you were nearing the end of your first trimester is when you really tried to tell him. Went to him when he was eating in the kitchen, late at night.

"You should be asleep, why are you up?"

"I need to talk to you, Flip."

"Another time, I'm tired."

And your first trimester ended, you started to show, you were careful with the dresses you wore. And one day, as you were walking back to your car from the store you caught a glimpse of yourself in the window of a store, seeing yourself being so sad, while this should be one of the happiest times in your life was the final draw.

Fuck it, if you have to raise a child alone, still better than this hell you were in.

So, that night, when Flip surprisingly arrived home early, you let him eat. You waited for him in the living room and as he rounded the couch to go upstairs, you had enough.

“Was she worth it?”

Your teeth clenched as you said the words you’d been dying to say to him for weeks now, but his reaction was not one you imagined when you played this in your head.

Flip stood by the stairs, one hand on the railing, ready to go up as he looked at you sitting in front of him in your favourite chair. The book in your lap is long forgotten.

He looked like a deer in the headlights but there was not an inch of guilt or surprise on his face. He didn't look like someone who was caught. He looked beyond confused.

His brows rose then knitted together in confusion as his eyes raked over your face looking for any explanation, the detective in him and the gears in his head turning to try and understand what you just meant.

Was he playing dumb or was he truly confused? You weren't even sure yourself. He must be one fucking amazing actor.

Or could it be that Flip thinks you are too dumb to figure something like this out on your own and was now in shock that you did?

Whatever it was it brought out the worst in you fueled by annoyance and frustration.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"What do I mean Flip? I mean if your little whore is worth ruining your marriage for? I mean if that woman is worth that I'm on the brick of leaving and you will never even see your own child! WAS SHE WORTH IT PHILIP?" you threw your book away.

Again, the same confusion, eyes moving on your face trying to figure it out. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Oh, you don't, do you? Why did you even marry me if you don't love me? You could have come to me, we could have talked it out, but no, instead you fell into another woman. And now, I demand to know if she was worth it, Philip." you felt like crying, sadness and anger consumed you.

"Will you just- I'm not having an affair." his hand came off the railing as he crossed them over his chest.

"Sure you don't. You arrive home late, you are incredibly rude to me, I can't even ask you to take me to the doctor's, you sleep on the fucking uncomfortable couch AND the biggest fucking punch to the gut, you are not wearing your ring."

You noticed that before the doctor even called you, you found it under the sink when you were cleaning.

"I lost it in the sink, didn't want to tell you because we cannot afford a new one."

You shook your head, you wanted to laugh as you stood up.

"I just...I give up, Flip. I don't know what else to do, what else to say or try. I'm going to leave you but before I do, I'm fourteen weeks pregnant, so congratulation to you Mr Zimmerman, you knocked me up and ruined me." you smiled at him as his eyes went wide, and you felt a tear run down your cheek but you whipped it off. He took a couple of steps towards you, you moved backwards, not letting him come close.

"Baby, why didn’t you tell me sooner?" his voice changed, as if the old Flip was talking to you but no, you didn't let that affect you.

"I tried, you ignored me. You were too busy fucking your little whore to see the signs!"

"I am NOT cheating on you. I understand why you would say that I am but I'm NOT." you shook your head again and laughed.

"Sure. And I didn't just go through the worst weeks of my life. You forgot my birthday, I dressed up for you, I cooked your favourites every day. I'm so stressed out, I cry too much, the doctor said I needed to be in a calm environment because that's the best for the baby but, Flip, you are killing me." your sad voice, tears woke something in him. Something that he hasn't felt in a long time.

"I wanted to get a promotion at work so I worked my ass off. I slept on the couch because I needed to concentrate on this. I want to get a better salary so I can buy us a bigger house. I'm so sorry I was rude to you, Honey. I was so stressed out, everyone at work has a nice house or car and I have this dump to show and that awful truck. I spent all my savings on your ring and our wedding. I want to give you a better life. I swear I'm not cheating on you with anyone. I love you." He was so calm as he explained. Eyes filled with regret.

It made sense, it really did. It made a lot more sense than a faceless lover.

"Flip..." you didn't know what to say, you now realized just how awful the things you just said sounded, like a jealous woman. It was your turn to look like a deer in headlights.

"I understand why you'd think I have someone, but I really don't. I love you, I just worked my ass off at work. I took as many small cases I could so I could get higher."

He took another step and when you didn't move away this time, he went to you and cupped your cheek with his hands as he kissed your lips.

"I'm so sorry." you said but he shook his head.

"I should apologize, this should have been avoided if I only explained everything to you instead of shutting you out, we are married after all."

He pulled you in for a hug as you moved your hands around his middle. He was stupid, he could have just said something, this was his fault, but you shouldn't have overreacted.

"I love you too." you said as he tightened his grip.

"I'm almost there, I know it."

"Will you move back to our bed please?"

"Yes." he kissed your head. "Are you really-?" he asked but as he moved his hand to your stomach he felt it. His eyes widened as he looked at you.

"You are going to be a father so you will need to talk to me more, Flip."

"Oh, Darling. I love you." he kissed your lips. "This is the best news. Better than any promotion could ever be." another kiss. "I promise I will tell you everything from now on."

You smiled, oh how he missed your smile and you nodded, leaning up to kiss him this time.

Everything went back to normal, as it should be and as it should have been.

Your belly grew with each day, and soon the doctor told you the news that you are having a girl, Flip was over the moon.

Then he even got his well-deserved promotion.

You two were ready to move into a nice house.

Life was good because you woke up every morning to him holding you like you meant the world to him, and you did.

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[gardenfullofsage]

Sugar

Flip Zimmerman x Fem!Reader

Reader's sibling can't seem to stay out of trouble with the authorities. Good thing they have a doting willing sister, who's able to catch the Detective's attention.

word count: 3,089 words

Warning(s) Smut, semi-public, Exhibition, Flip being a little mean,

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(edited)

Your sleep was abruptly disturbed by your mother smacking a pillow against your head.

“Y/N!’’ She yells in whispered shouts.

You moan in protest as your covers are ripped off of you. ‘’Get up. Get up. Get up’’ Her pitiful attempts at waking you up irritating. 

“WHAT!’’ You yell Finally acknowledging your presence. Her eyes widen as she shushes you. ‘’Your brother was arrested.’’ Is all she says. You roll your eyes and groan flopping back on your pillow. ‘’I need you to get him before your dad finds out.’’ You stare at her in disbelief. 

‘2 A.M’ Is printed in bold letters at your bedside table. ‘’Are you crazy?!!’’You whisper shout. She shushes you again peeking out in the hallway, your guess making sure your dad isn’t awake.

‘’Yes, now go your dad will kill us if he finds out.’’ At this you snap your head. ‘’US? No he’ll kill you.’’ You try pulling the covers back over your body, your mother resorts to dragging you off the bed. ‘’I’m serious Y/N, he’s your brother the least you can do is bail him out.’’

You pull your jacket over your pajama clad body, the heater in your dads truck no longer worked. No wonder he gave the damn thing to you. 

Your mother frantically knocking on your window scares the last bit of sleep out of you.

‘’Jesus Christ woman.’’ She scoffs rolling her eyes, as she shoves a few bills into your lap. ‘’Stop by the convenience store and get me some creamer, it’s for your father.’’ ‘’Thank you so much my sweets, what would I ever do without you.’’You mock. She scowls as she rushes back into the house.

You wince as the truck rumbles loudly, cursing yourself as you peel off into the night.

The police station eerily quiet as you make your way to the front office. The secretary barely acknowledges you as you give her your reasoning for the visit. Going to the hallway she directed you too, your brother speaking to what you presume is a detective. ‘’Y/n, what took you so long, this place really freaks me out.’’ He says in exasperation. You roll your eyes in response. Turning your attention to the detective.

‘’Good afternoon ma’am, I’m detective Stallworth sorry to have to make you come in so late.’’ You shake his hand nodding in understanding. ‘’ Mr. B/l/n has been suspected of a hit and run.’’ At that you raise your brows, your brother didn’t have a car. You didn’t even know if he knew how to drive. 

‘’It wasn’t me I swear-’’ You cut your brothers pleading off with a sigh. ‘’I know.’’ You put a comforting hand on his shoulder giving him a reassuring smile. 

‘’He is guilty until proven innocent.’’ A rough voice enters the conversation. You look down the hallway seeing the silhouette of a tall broad man in the hallway.

His steps loud as he makes his way towards you.

‘’Your, brothers in a lot of trouble, he’s even lucky he’s being released on bail.’’ He says taking a drag of his cigarette. You narrow your eyes as he blows the smoke in your direction. ‘’Rookie why don’t you get the pretty lady a seat, it’s going to be a long night.’’ Is all he says before walking away.

You don’t recall falling asleep, a tap on your shoulder awakens you for the second time tonight. It’s your brother. He smiles at you widely as he offers you a cup of coffee. You smile as you take the paper cup out of his hands.

‘’It’s the least I can do, thank you for you know.’’

You groan as you stretch, the harsh surface of the bench finally taking a toll on your ass.

‘’Can we leave.’’ You say between your yawns.

Making your way out of the police station, you thank detective Stallworth for his time. 

By the time you made it back home it was 7 AM. Your mother had told your dad you took a morning stroll with your brother. His eyebrows raising in surprise. You gave his cheek a kiss as you bid him goodbye, you practically ran to your bed.

Sleep came to you easy. 

Unfortunately for you, this was certainly not the last time your brother found himself incarcerated. This time for something he actually participated in. 

A fucking brawl fight over some chick he met a week ago.

You weren’t the slightest bit surprised as Ron’ who formerly introduced himself, gave your mother the details. You fought a laugh as your mother ripped into your brother. Your mother was more embarrassed than mad at the situation. The victim in question is her colleague's daughter.

Your laugh escaped you in loud cackles, as your mother assigned your brother lawn mowing duties. The most unwanted chore in your house. 

His begs and pleads falling on deaf ears as your mother shoves him away and out of her room.

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It’s a Thursday and you honestly don’t know what bit your mothers ass this morning. Her best Sunday dress swaying, her heels clicking as she makes her way inside the police station. A big bowl of homemade sugar cookies in your hands, as you’re forced to take part in her visit.

‘’Officers, what a pleasure seeing you again.’’ Her red manicured nails reach over and take the bowls out of your hands. You watch as the officers crowd around your mother. Some for cookies and others…. For another type of cookie.

You wince as you take in your mothers obliviousness. 

Your mother makes you walk around the station offering cookies to whomever. Your guess she’s trying to ass kiss her way into favors. You’re pretty sure your brother learned his lesson though, but you digress. 

‘’Hey Ron, want some cookies?’’ You say pressing the bowl into his hands. He smiles as he grabs three shoves one into his mouth, voice muffled as he makes small talk. As you pass around some more cookies. You catch a glimpse of the detective from the nights before, he stands near the wall adjacent to yours. 

A halo of smoke hangs over his head, as he smokes his cigarette. Ironic because you catch a ‘no smoking’ sign above his head. Your eyes follow him, as he makes his way out of the room. Your mom grabbing a hold of your shoulder, shoving another batch of cookies into your hands before pushing you into his direction. At this point you wonder if she’s pulling these cookies out of her ass. 

Your steps are quiet as you follow behind him. You know he knows, you’re behind him. You can tell by the way he purposefully halts his steps, forcing you to bump into his back. 

He now stands facing you with an eyebrow raised in question. You hold up the batch of cookies as an offering. He hums as he wiggles his fingers over the cookies, he settles for a chocolate sugar cookie. He stares deeply into your eyes as he chews on the cookie.

You clear your throat before speaking. ‘’Thank you, for dumping my brother's case it really means alot to my family.’’ You say eyes dancing between both his eyes. ‘’It means a lot to your family, not you?’’ Is all he responds. You furrow your brows in confusion, mouth opening to speak before he shushes you. ‘’Don’t thank me, thank rookie. If I’d have it my way your brother would still be in jail.’’ Your hands clench the bowl of cookies this time, eliciting a silent crack.

‘’ I’m sure Y/b/n would’ve spent a minimum of 2 weeks max here, you're just being a dick.’’ The detective's face hardens as he grabs hold of your mothers bowl, and throws it against the wall. You stare at the bowl that now laid on the floor in shock. Your brain failing to register his retreating form.

“Hey.’’ You shout. ‘’You need to pay for that.’’ At this point you're running after him. He makes his way into a room secluded from the other offices. 

Your eyes fail to adjust to the dark room, lit only by a single lightbulb. As you try to catch your breath. You flinch as the door slams shut behind you, you see the detectives form from between the aisles stacked high with boxes. Your steps are quiet as you make your way over to him. 

He’s rummaging through a box, head coming up after retrieving a folder. He shoves the folder into your hands as he leans his back on the shelf behind him. You toy with the manila folder he shoved into your hands. ‘’Read it and tell me what it says.’’ His gruff voice spat out. You open the folder furrowing your brows in confusion as you read over its contents.

‘’It says my brothers been arrested more than 4 times.’’ You mutter. ‘’Yeah, and according to Colorado state laws, after the fourth time it’s straight to federal prison.’’ Your eyes widen as you shake your head in horror. ‘’You can’t do that, this has to be a mistake.’’ He laughs in return.

‘’This isn’t the first time your mother visits the station with cookies, and it sure isn’t her last.’’ Your head hurts from all the information you’re taking in.

‘’We couldn’t afford to bail him out the first time, how would she do it 4 times.’’ You think out loud. ‘’Frankly sweetheart I don’t know and I don’t care, If i’m being honest we suspect your mother of laundry.’’ You snap your head up just as he lights another cigarette.

He takes a drag and lets out a big cloud of smoke. You stand in silence for a while, before marching towards the door ready to leave with your mother. You don’t make it far as you’re tugged harshly into a chest.

You feel his heavy breathing on your back. The feeling sends shivers down your spine. The detective brings his hands in front of you and lights out his cigarette with his fingers. He lets out a heavy sigh, before spinning you around and forcing you to face him.

 ‘’And where do you think you’re going. ’You purse your lips at his question. ‘’It’s obvious you're lying; you call yourself a detective? What's stopping me from reporting you and having you fired-how dare you-’’ Your rant is cut short as he covers your mouth with his hand. ‘’If you know what’s best for you, you keep your mouth shut, understood?’’ He whispers low and, in your face, you nod your head in understanding. 

The detective tuts as he shakes his head. ‘’Use your words.’’ He whispers letting go of your mouth. ‘’Yes.’’ Is all you reply, his hand remains on your face caressing your chin as stares into you. The single light casting a glow on his face. You take all his freckles into count, as you feel his eyes on your lips. 

‘’What’s your name.’’ He mutters close to your lips. Your reply comes out stuttered due to close proximity. ‘’Y/n’’ He says your name as if testing it. You hate to admit the way your legs clench. Heat stirring in your lower areas. 

You lick your dry lips, the movement causing his eyes to flicker and focus on your lips.

‘’What's your name?’’ You don’t know why you’re whispering. ‘’Flip.’’Is all he answers with his eyes still on your lips.

Flip knew the problems having you back here would cause. He knew the office was full of gossipers.He didn't find it in himself to care. He laughs internally, he’s not a masochist but how he wishes your delicate hand would come up and redden his face. The thought alone almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Flip hasn’t had a night where he does not think of you. Since the faithful night you came into the station he himself found himself mesmerized by your presence. He practically begged Ron to keep your brother locked up, just for the chance to see you again. When suspicions about your mother arose, he felt like he struck  gold. You had to come, it was just a moment of when. He can’t fight the grin that comes across his face as your breaths come out heavier. He has you right where he wants you. You had to feel the same way right? 

With the way you’re looking at him right now, he’d do anything to bend you over and smack your ass red.

 Flip ducks his head inhaling your scent, this time releasing a groan.

The sound causes you to release a shaky breath. Flip noticed the way your thighs clench and your breaths come out in short pants. He fought the urge to fist your hair and make you look at him. Your elaborate shyness makes it harder for him to resist you altogether. 

If you were being honest with yourself the only reason you even agreed to come here was to see him. His voice does little in calming the flame you feel growing down there. You’re hyper aware of everything that is Flip, his scent is intoxicating.  Every cell in your body tingles. 

‘’Tell me to stop and I will.’’ He’s practically begging for you to leave, leave before he does something he won’t regret. Flip shuts his eyes, as your hands come up to grip the hair at his nape. His calloused, rough hands making their way to your waist. He toys with the loops of your jean shorts. The shorts you were to see him in.

‘’Kiss me.’’ Your words hold finality as you caress his cheek. Flip stares into your eyes, asking for consent. Your flickering eyes is all the confirmation he needs. You moan as his lips envelop yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle. You both fought for dominance. Your back arched as he tugged on your bottom lip.

Flip gripped your hair, the sharp tug on your scalp forcing you to release a loud whimper. He kissed his way down your neck, you turned to the side giving him access as he marked you his. You took notice of the bulge he had in his jeans. Gasping as you placed your hand over it, feeling the thickness and girth. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, when he bit a particular spot on your neck.

Your soft sighs and moans were heaven for Flip. He felt himself harden at your sounds. He hoped someone would pass bye and hear you, he hoped his colleagues would talk. Then they'll know you were only his.

Your mouth desperately looked for Flips, missing the way they felt on yours. Your hand never left his bulge. He released your hair in favor of sliding your shirt up, and toying with your jeans. You protested as he pulled away, forcing you to look at him. ‘’Tell me you want this.’’ Somehow his voice grew deeper, you clenched your thighs as you felt your panties dampen. You nod your head frantically, your mouth too dry to speak.

He unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down your waist and over your legs. He toys with your panties as you try to connect your lips. 

Flip chuckles as he pushes you against the shelf. Holding your gaze as you feel his hand dip into your panties and graze your slit. His mouth parts as he feels how wet you are. Your hips rolling trying to find friction. You’re panting at this point, his shushing doing little to calm your beating heart. Your eyes flutter closed and you release a long mewl as you feel his fingers finally enter you.

Flip tried his best in taking it slow, but your walls were practically squeezing his fingers. Your moaning is the only sound he could process. He wanted to rip your panties off and pound you into oblivion. ‘’Not today’’ He had thoughts of taking you out to a nice diner, show you how much he wanted you in ways his words couldn’t, he wanted to then take you home your taste on his lips as he kissed you goodnight. He wanted your first time with him to be unforgettable.

Flip wanted you to be his inside and out. He wants to mold you, break you, in ways only he can.

Your moans were borderline loud, you couldn't help it. Especially with the way Flip was pounding his fingers into you. Your thighs quivered, as you felt your high approaching.

Your hands scratching his arms as he all but forced you to take his fingers. You begged him to kiss you, touch you, ruin you, you didn’t care in what way you just needed him to. 

He pulls his fingers out of you, your protests falling on deaf ears. Flip licks your juices off his fingers, you swear you almost came just by the sight. He smashes his lips onto yours. The kiss this time has his tongue tasting of you. Flip practically growls, at you eagerness. He finds himself loving the taste of you. He wants more.

‘’Look at you, you dirty girl.’’ ‘’You like it when I use my fingers?’’ Yeah?’’ Yeah’’ His words are borderline mocking you. You whine as he continues to finger fuck you. You beg him to go harder, you were so close. You could feel the band tightening. Your ears taking in the squelch of your pussy.

Flips never felt more alive, he loved the way you submitted to him. 

Your orgasm came like an eruption. You moaned and cried his name like a curse. Flip couldn’t comprehend it at the time but he came at the sound of your voice. Shivers racking his body as he lets you ride out your high.

Heavy panting was the only signal that you were still alive. You gave him a dazed out hazy look, as he pulled out his fingers.

You gripped his hands in yours, sucking your juices off the fingers that were just inside of you.

He moaned before kissing your taste off your mouth.

‘’Be ready tomorrow at 6, I’m taking you to dinner.’’ Is all he says before he makes his way out of the room. You’re so dazed you don’t notice your mom frantically entering the storage room and lecturing you for smashing her favorite bowl. You didn’t have the heart to argue.

As you made your way out of the police station you slipped a note with your house number on Flips desk. He smiles in appreciation. ‘’See you soon, pretty girl.’’

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Hope you enjoyed this one, I tried making it a little longer. As always, my requests are open, Also please let me know if you want me to create a taglist lol.

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[juniperwoodwell]

Proud

Flip Zimmerman x F!Reader

Word count: 700

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

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

@kylowritten Here you go!❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Her Boyfriend. Now I suggest you leave."

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

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

 "Leave. Now. For your own sake."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mrs-gucci]

The Birthday Troll [blurb] {Flip Zimmerman x Reader}

@mrs-zimmerman

Flip is a grump on his birthday though he secretly loves the attention you give him. Just not from anyone else.

warnings. FLUFF, humor, language, Flip being a birthday troll lol. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

no tw’s :)

word count: 625

You pull into the CSPD station, car smelling of Flip’s favorite brownies and of cigarette smoke, which you’re still trying to get rid of after he took your car to work one day while his was still at the body shop.

Flip hates making a big deal out of his birthday, except when you’re the one making a big deal out of his birthday. That he’s fine with; in fact, he actually finds himself looking forward to it. But he’d never admit to it out loud.

When you step into the station, platter of brownies, pint of milk and cluster of balloons in-hand, the front desk secretary smiles. She recognizes you, of course, and stands.

“Hi, hon. Unfortunately, Flip and Ron just got called out to a crime scene, but let me help you put all that down at his desk. I’ll put the milk in the fridge and I’ll make sure he gets it when he comes back.”

You frown, sighing softly and nodding. “Okay. Bummer, I was hoping to deliver it in person. But I guess that was wishful thinking on my part around here.”

Both of you chuckle together as you set everything down on Flip’s desk.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. They were here twenty minutes ago, you literally just missed ‘em.”

She takes the milk with a small smile, heading back to the break room while you arrange everything how you want it. You also clean out his desk’s ashtray, while you’re here, and put a new pack in the drawer when you notice that he’s running low.

After scribbling a quick note for him, you head back home, feeling a bit sad that you couldn’t be there to share it with him. Luckily, though, you’ve got plenty more exciting things planned for when he gets home later.

When everyone gives Flip funny looks and soft, teasing laughs as he walks back to the bullpen, he already knows something’s up. Probably Ron’s doing, he assumes, whatever it is.

He steps in and immediately catches sight of the balloons on his desk. He groans in dread.

“Rookie! What the fuck kind of fuckin’ birthday crap did you put all over my desk?”

Ron steps up next to him, eyebrows furrowed. “That’s not from me. And when are you gonna stop calling me that?”

Flip huffs, walking up to his desk with frustrated strides.  “If this was one of those new beat cops, I swear to fucking...”

Your handwritten note and the towering platter of brownies catches his eye and his words trail off as he picks it up, reading it. Your voice rings through his head with each word read, as if you were standing right there next to him reading it, and he can’t help the small smile that tugs at his lips.

“Woah, is that a smile I see from the birthday boy?” Ron teases, laughing and high-fiving a colleague as he sits down across from his partner.

“No.” He says, quickly shoving the note away in his desk drawer. “I’m just looking forward to eating these brownies.”

Just then, the secretary comes into the bullpen with the pint of milk in-hand and sets it down on his desk.

“Your girlfriend brought this along for you too, Zimmerman.”

“Awww, milk for the birthday boy’s brownies!”

Ron laughs, turning around in his chair to give an air-five to the beat cop who made the comment. Flip gives the rookie cop an unamused glare, then snatches the milk and brownies from his desk.

“Can’t even fuckin’ enjoy shit around here without getting berated.” He shakes his head, walking down the hall towards the break room.

Everyone chuckles as he walks out.

“Zimmerman smiiiiiled!”

Flip groans, looking back towards the bullpen.

“Leave me alone!!”

🎉written as part of mrs. g’s birthday week 🎉

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[mollysolo]

You and Me, Always

Pairing: Flip Zimmerman X fem!Reader

Summary: Flip begs you to go out to a hockey game with him and you eventually give in.

Word Count: 1k

a/n: this whole oneshot is honestly based on the photo below of adam 🥺

“C’mon babe, pleaseeee. I’ll do anything you want tomorrow if you go with me.” he begged you as he got on his knees in front of you and gave you those big doe eyes that almost always made you give in.

Normally, Flip would’ve gone to one of these hockey games with Ron or the other guys from the station, but they just so happened to all be busy today, so Flip took that chance to try to get you to come with him this time.

You had never even been to a hockey game after all so this was the perfect time for him to beg, though he already knew deep down that you’d give him what he wanted.

You let out a soft sigh and a smile before you responded with a nod, stroking Flips cheeks as you started to speak, “Oh, alright. But, you owe me Zimmerman.” you kindly said to him in response while you gazed down into his eyes.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won’t regret it, I promise!” Flip exclaimed as he shot back up to his feet and picked you up to press what felt like a million kisses to your face and neck.

Before the two of you left the house that afternoon, you rapidly walked back into the cozy bedroom you shared with your adorable boyfriend and put on one of his flannels, the scent of him and the feeling of wearing something that he owned always made you feel all warm and safe inside.

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“You look so pretty, baby. Especially in my clothes.” Flip murmured as he drove with one hand and pressed a kiss to back of your hand as he held in his free one, making you blush.

“You look pretty handsome today, Flip.” you replied returning the compliment and making his cheeks turn a bright crimson red as they blushed.

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You snuggled up into Flip’s side a tiny bit and leaned your head against his shoulder as you began to really feel how cold it was in the areas that surrounded the rink as you two got settled in your seats, which were actually pretty good like Flip had promised early into his begging.

You did expect it to be some sort of chilly in there but you truly didn’t expect it to feel like the temperature inside was nearing towards freezing.

And whilst he noticed how cold you were, Flip slipped off the thick jacket he had put on over the flannel he was wearing today, a grey beanie on his head as well and slipped your arms through the jackets sleeves.

You hummed with satisfaction as more of Flip’s comforting scent filled your now cold nostrils, but you weren’t complaining about any of this one bit.

And as the game began, Flip continued to keep you warm while he held you under one of his arms and he explained how each part of game worked to you, motioning to everything with his other hand while he talked.

And after a while once you started to understand the game, it became a lot more fun for you and you mentally promised yourself that you would go to a lot more hockey games with Flip.

Especially if that meant you would get to cuddle with your handsome human space heater of a man the entire time, the thought of that making you smile and blush while Flip was still staring at the players on the ice.

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On the somewhat long ride back home, you kept Flip’s comfy jacket on and he kept one of his warm hands on your thigh the entire ride home.

“Thanks for coming with me, you should come with me more often. It sure beats having to listen to the guys scream at the players the whole game.” he said, ending his cute statement with a chuckle that vibrated through his whole body.

You laughed with him in return while you started to wave your hand in dismissal and quietly said, “Oh, it’s no big deal. I had a good time anyways.” You brightly smiled over at him as you finished off your own statement.

He then leaned over a bit and pressed a quick kiss to your temple as he continued to drive with just one hand.

And you surprised him a bit just moments later by planting a swift kiss to his lips as he began to pull his head from yours, making him the one blushing again this time.

“What do you want to do tomorrow anyways?” Flip curiously asked you as his inviting brown eyes zipped back over to the road ahead of him, tracing soft circles into your now warm thigh as he spoke.

“I have a few ideas.” you said with a smirk on your face, which Flip knew wasn’t a good sign as he saw that look in your eyes.

But he was willing to do literally anything for you, his girl, as long as it made you happy. He could always rest at the end of the day once he was sure that he had done something to make you happy that day.

And as you dwelled into your own thoughts, you grinned again as you thought these simple words to yourself in regards to you and Flips relationship, ‘You and me, always and forever’.

Today had ended up being a pretty good day for the both of you and Flip was once again glad that his adorable begging had worked on you yet again.

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“I love you, Flip.” you whispered to him as his truck pulled into the driveway in front of your home.

“I love you too, doll.” he muttered as he began to run his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Let’s get inside, hmm? I wanna build my girl a fire to keep her warm.” Flip cutely told you just a moment later, making you loudly laugh as he threw your body over his broad shoulder the second you nodded in approval.

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[iwishtobeastorm]

Adam Driver CU Masterlist

Hi! Welcome to my Adam masterlist. Most of my fics will eventually turn 18+, so please respect that - minors don’t interact. 

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Kylo Ren

Au clair de lune (Canon divergent AU - Kylo Ren/Innocent!F!Reader) You’re a stormtrooper, serving as a guard of Supreme Leader’s quarters. You cherish the man ever since you’ve met him for the first time and your admiration soon grows into more. Then an opportunity of your lifetime rises in front of you and you decide to take it, but only Gods know if you have a chance to succeed and secure brighter future for yourself.

Flip Zimmerman

No escape (Canon divergent AU - Dark!Flip Zimmerman/Chubby!F!Reader) You find yourself lost in the middle of a snow storm. You stumble upon a cabin in the middle of the woods and it’s owner offers you help. Little do you know that your savior might be more dangerous than the cruel weather of the mountains.

Oneshots

Crossing the line

Adam Sackler

Just my type (Roommates AU - Adam Sackler/Virgin!Chubby!F!Reader) You’re a college student and you find yourself sharing an apartment with no one else than our favorite boy, Adam Sackler. He’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more, but is there any chance he could feel the same?

Clyde Logan

Oneshots

Late nights

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[anessthesiaa]

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? With Flip, Sackler, Ben and Clyde please. I love all your amazing work ♥️♥️

Thank you dearie! Hope you enjoy!

CW/TW: Mentions of panic attacks

Flip

Flip was the ultimate voice of reason when you were panicking, reassuring you in every way that he could that you were safe with him, saying whatever you needed to hear to help you come down.

Flip would always make it a goal to give you physical comfort, or not, if needed, telling you before he did absolutely anything at all, guiding you through each step. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m going to hold you, is that okay?” He would ask, patient for your affirmation. “Is this okay? You’re doing so great, love.” His voice was always calm throughout, strong arms tight around you, reminding you that you were completely protected with him. 

Other times, he knew that you just needed his voice, just his words, and he would sit next to you, offering you his hand and listening to whatever you were saying. “I know, princess, I know, I’ve got you right here with me.” He would tell you. “You’re not in any danger, just listen to me, I’m right here.” 

After you came down, Flip would help you to walk to the bedroom, laying with you and snuggling you in your favorite blankets, keeping you close to him, combing through your hair and massaging your sore temples and shoulders, until you fell asleep, or showed no more signs of panic.

Sackler

Admittedly, Adam didn’t know quite what to do, and found himself panicking a little bit too, when he saw you visibly upset, or hyperventilating, crying, any of it. He wouldn’t tell you that, but it was obvious that it scared him in his reactions.

“Babe.” He would look at you, concerned and confused. “What is it sweetheart? Please breathe for me, why are you breathing like that? Do you need me to call an ambulance, hey, look at me.” Adam would be frantic for a response, watching you intently for some sort of reaction, any nodding, anything to show him that you were okay.

Adam would eventually come to your side, carefully wrapping an arm around you, waiting for you to come closer to him, and when he felt you reaching for him, he would envelope you into him, letting you curl up in his chest, hand running through your hair, rocking you back and forth, staying with you through the waves of panic that rushed through you, planting soft kisses on your forehead throughout.

After you had calmed down, Adam would still hold you-his hands softly cupping your face, thumb gently stroking along your cheeks, asking what you needed, checking on you over and over. “Sweetheart, how about some water? Are you cold? What about a snack? Are you alright? What do you need?” 

You would tell Adam that all you needed was him for that moment, and he would listen, just letting you sit with him, until your breathing and heart rate slowed.

Ben

Ben could tell long before you even, that you were going to have a panic attack, just by the way your breathing steadily changed, your words changed, the way your eyes looked, and would stay attentive to you, holding your hand and watching for any changes. 

“It’s okay, princess, I know, let’s go sit down, I’m right here with you.” Ben would hold you close to him, breathing deeply and encouraging you to follow his rhythm. “Just like that, princess, keep breathing with me, I’ve got you.” 

Ben would do whatever to comfort you, cradling you in his arms, wiping away tears that fell, speaking softly to you, telling you over and over that everything was okay.

Ben had the ability to just know exactly what you needed, following your body cues, shushing the thoughts that were screaming so loudly at you, thumb swiping over your forehead, your cheeks, your ears. “Don’t listen to it, princess, listen to me, listen to my voice, you’re okay, princess, you’re okay.” 

When it faded away, Ben would carry you to the bathroom, running you a warm bubble bath with lavender, massaging soap into your scalp, fingertips gently tracing along, all the way to your shoulders to knead away the leftover tension and pressure. “I’ve always got you, I will always keep you safe.” Ben would tell you, meaning every word of it.

Clyde

Clyde had a high level of sympathy for your panic attacks, he knew all too well what they felt like, knew exactly how scared you were, the terror of how bad it could be.

When Clyde recognized that you were panicking, he would stop whatever he was doing, being right at your side, letting you nuzzle into his warm chest, his strong hands stroking your back and hair, whispering soft reassurances into your ear as he held you. “It’s okay, darlin’, it’s okay, ain’t nothin’ goin’ to happen to ya if I’m here, I know you’re scared, darlin’, I know.” His body was warm and solid against you, a blanket of comfort, safe in his arms.

Clyde would stay attentive to you the entire time, when you cried, wiping the tears away with the soft pad of his thumb, when you were trembling, holding you steady, and when you were hyperventilating, helping you to gradually get your breaths back to normal.

When it was over, Clyde would let you lay against him, curled up into his body, arms holding you firm and steady. He didn’t know a whole bunch of what to do afterwards, but for him, music was always a comfort. So, to bring you completely back down, he would sing some of your favorite songs, letting you listen to him, and feel the meditative vibration of his chest against your face, humming softly to you, as you laid still in his arms

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[rynwritesstuff]

Can you please do something like your first time with Flip and how he’d treat you? Or when he first realizes he’s in love with you? Thank you 🖤

Absolutely! Enjoy these headcanons :)

Flip Zimmerman x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, loss of virginity

You and Flip have been going out for a few months, and you have yet to sleep together. He wants you, of course. Who wouldn’t? You’re kind, funny, talented, and unbelievably beautiful. 

He doesn’t want to pressure you, though. He would never do that. His parents raised him to be a gentleman, and he knows that things will happen when they’re meant to happen, so he’s fine with waiting a little bit. 

When things begin to heat up one night, Flip is very quick to ask you if this is something you truly want. You tell him Yes. Of course. 

He undresses you, and you undress him, and both of you are so fucking aroused. His hands – his big, wonderful, rough hands – are all over you. He touches your hips, your thighs, your ass, your sides, your breasts . . . Pretty much anywhere he can get his hands on. 

His dick is huge and red and leaking, and you’re half tempted to sink to your knees and try to take him in your mouth, but you’ve never even had a cock in your pussy before, so you know your lack of experience would likely not make for a pleasurable experience for Flip. 

He knows what to do, though. What to say. Where to touch you. How to position the two of you. He’s so smart, your Flip. Such a caring, gentle soul. 

When he pushes into you, you feel him throbbing through the condom, and this seems to make everything so much hotter. He wants you so badly, and he isn’t shy about saying it. 

He isn’t shy about making sounds, either. He grunts and sighs and moans in your ear as he rolls his hips, and it only adds to the whole experience. You’re basking in the sheer pleasure and intimacy of this . . . And then Flip starts to rub your clit.

You sigh and moan for him, and he’s getting close from hearing your babbling and begging. 

When Flip cums, he’s loud, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and he’s all yours. You tug at his hair gently as you cum, too, pussy spasming and clenching around his cock. 

And God, the way he looks at you when everything is over . . . There is love in his eyes. Love. Pure, unadulterated love. 

You touch his cheek and kiss him deeply, grateful that you were able to share your first time with him.

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[falling-solar-system]

Attention all writers!!!!

To all the fanfic writers out there, I see you, I love you, and I appreciate all time and effort you put into your work.

Also, I'm an absolute whore for all of you, and; I want you to know I do a little happy dance anytime I get to read your work.

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[hauntingoldhouses]

I know your wife, and she wouldn't mind🍾

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[gardenfullofsage]

Cherries

Flip Zimmerman x Fem!Reader

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

word count: 2,357 words

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

(edited)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’I hate him’’ You mutter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His grip bruising as you grimace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widen as you make eye contact with Flip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had it coming, she was a racist.

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

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

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

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

You prayed and hoped they would bruise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You lose focus and barely register where you are.

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

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

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

He shakes your face side to side.

You let out a whimper involuntarily.

‘’So responsive.’’He chuckles out

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

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

Flip chuckles dryly.

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Good girl.’’ He mutters softly.

‘’Will you be good?’’ He whispers.

You nod your head.

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

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

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

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

Everything you wanted and more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His pace was merciless. His thrusts rough and fast.

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

He pants and groans into your mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

He slaps them as you mewl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The gas station remained empty.

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

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

Flip walks out, a pep in his step.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ohsolonelyghosts]

Requests are still open + updates!

Hi there everyone! My semester has just started, but I would like you all to know my requests/inbox in general is still open and I am still taking requests. Yes, I haven't forgotten the already submitted requests and am actively working on them. I look forward to putting them out for you guys.

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[amazingdriverfics]

Hey guys

Hope you are all having a nice day.

Just wanted to clear somethings with you, I’ve been really down lately with this Naya situation, she was very important in my discovery as a bisexual woman so yeah. Because of this, my inspo for crowned by the devil is a lil bit down, so I wanted to know: if I rebbloged some prompt lists would you like to do some requests with those?

Thanks for your time :)

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