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 🖤
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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.
Trying out a new series lately. This was the first one I thought of and finished. I tried to tie in some flower symbolism into these bouquets/bursts, but don’t read too much into that though. Sometimes I picked them because I liked the combos and textures. I used to do real flower arranging a while back. Anyway, what do you all think of this series of artwork?
Plants incorporated: Red poppies, daffodils and foliage, baby’s breath, calla lily, thorny branches, new sprouts, rose leaves
plants incorporated: white lotus, tete-a-tete daffodils, daisies, dandelions, black thorns, sage leaves, and black locust leaves.
so far I have done: Rey, Kylo, Vader, Anakin/Luke/Rey, Leia, Luke (green), Obi-wan, Ahsoka, Mace, Maul, Kanan, Yoda, and the Darksaber. Also Jyn’s kyber crystal, Zeb’s Bo-rifle, Kallus’s Bo-rifle
I’m dying at the thought of you taking prompts again! May I please request some sexy role play with Flip or Clyde being your sexy but cheesy yard worker? Maybe stripping off his sweaty shirt while he trims the trees or something. He could double as a cabana boy and help you with sunscreen in all those hard to reach places too. Please and thank you 🖤🖤🖤
“Goddamn it’s hot out.” You groan by the pool, your ear trained for the response you’re hoping to elicit from your husband.
To your dismay, all you can hear is the sound of the lawn mower, and duh, you think, of course he couldn’t hear you. Not when he has those hideous headphones on anyway. Flip had decided to take the landscaping extremely seriously this year, which has been as charming as it is annoying. It seems like whenever you want to lounge by the pool with some good food and the radio, he’s trimming the grass.
You had prepared for this though, and decided to play a little game that you like to call how naked can I get before Flip notices? Normally by the time your tits are out, the game is over and he’s got his hands all over you, but you have a feeling this time around may require more work.
“I said,” You shout, untying your coverup and dragging the lounge chair to better face the sun, “It’s hot out here.”
Damn, no dice, you think as Flip doesn’t so much as look your way. No matter, you’re determined.
When you lie out on the chaise, clad in the smallest bikini you could possible find (it didn’t matter that it didn’t fit, in fact that was for the better), you are sure to crank the radio up. It’s right at the tail end of the 70s, and the top 40 station is playing all the upbeat summer time jams that you were hoping it would.
Those headphones do their damn job though, and Flip is still completely oblivious. He can’t mow the lawn forever, can he? You tug on the strings of your bikini, your top half completely exposed to the elements. The sun is hot on your skin, and you have a bottle of SPF to your side, but even after sitting up and posing yourself so that your tits are basically staring this man down, he still hasn’t noticed.
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding.” You chuckle to yourself, sighing as you resort to your last ditch effort.
The bikini bottom falls away from your body and you get comfortable on your stomach, your back and bare ass offering him up his final opportunity. If he doesn’t get his hot sweaty self over to you in the next thirty seconds...
The thought leaves your mind the second a solar eclipse leaves you in shadow, and you grin, knowing you’ve won.
“Is there something I can do for you, ma’am?” Flip asks, physically turning you back over on the chaise, his big head blocking the sunlight so you don’t have to squint directly up into it. You have a cheesy smile as you get comfortable, your arms draped over the back of the lounge chair, him completely clothed and you completely nude.
“You can get those smelly clothes away from me, or else my husband might know what we get up to.” You raise an eyebrow at him, a challenge. His eyes twinkle and his mouth ticks up in a sly grin.
“The husband, where is he off to this time? Business trip? Golfing with the guys?” Shucking the shirt off of his body, Flip picks up the game easily. He’s so good at improv, has to be because of his job. You like to think you’re helping him hone his skills.
“I don’t know,” You shrug playfully, running your hands over his strong stomach. He’s not an invincible moronic twenty-something anymore, like he was when you first met him. He’s covered in scars and he’s gained some weight in all the right places, gained some muscle too. It’s delicious, the way his gold chain swings in your face. “But you’re here. Are you going to show me a good time?”
“I’ll never disappoint you,” He lowers himself onto you, kissing his hot wet mouth all across your face and throat, making his way down to your chest. He kisses your breasts and grasps at your sides, and you can feel him filling out in his short short shorts.
“You’ve got an hour until he’s back,” You moan, knowing that Flip always takes on the challenge of seeing how many times he can make you come when you play these games, “Let’s see just how satisfied you’ll make me.”
He grabs you and chucks you over his shoulder in a fireman carry then, you laughing from the way your stomach flips upside down. He leaves the radio on in the backyard as he carries you up the stairs and to the master bedroom -- needing some sort of noise to cover up the volume he will undoubtedly coax out of you.
What do you think of a fic about taking Flip to Hawaii on a much needed vacation? The image of him all wet and tan is so hot. Thank you thank you thank you for doing Sinday again :)
He didn’t get out very much, that workaholic of yours. It wasn’t odd or out of the ordinary for him not to come home at all, either out late on a case, or fallen asleep at his desk. You’ve picked him up in that chevy of his more times than you can count, with a blanket for him on the car ride home. He never asked for it, but he also never declined it, either.
The work is hard on him, on his mind and his body -- not that he’s particularly suffering in either category, but...well...he’s getting old, your old man.
You don’t even think he realized how badly he wanted this vacation until the plane had landed and the creases in his forehead lessened just the littlest bit. The resort was all inclusive, a new idea you had heard about at the salon from the other wives who returned far more tan than they left. And the moment a resort bartender put a tropical drink in your man’s hand, you could physically see the difference.
Flip was, in this very moment, the most relaxed you had ever seen him. His shoulders getting gloriously freckled and pink in the gorgeous Hawaiian sun, his hair dark from the water of the crystalline shore. He’s not necessarily one with the waves, no your Flip is far too much of a mountain man for that, but he is enjoying himself, and that’s the best sight you could ever see -- until he splashes you, drenching you from top to bottom with the salty spray of the ocean.
“You are so lucky I have a swim cap on, Philip Zimmerman.” You do your best to admonish him, “If my hair gets wet I’m going to fucking kill --”
You barely get the words out before you’re being scooped up in his arms, thrown up in the air, landing into the water with a resounding smack, suddenly being transported back to childhood in the community pool, your scream cut off by the water. When you bob back up to the surface, Flip’s laughing, and you can’t be too mad at him, not when the droplets sparkle on his strong broad chest, his cheeks and nose crinkling from the width of his grin. Goddamn he looks good, he looks delicious, you want to eat him right up, you want him to eat you.
“I’ll wash your hair baby,” He says, his baritone deep and hot in your ear as he holds you close, your arms and legs twining around him on auto pilot. “Have some fun with me.”
His mouth is on your throat, licking the salt from your skin, making you warmer than the sun ever could. He has lust in his eyes, in his hands, the way he looks at you and grips your legs, holding you close close close, bodies pressed up against one another as the ocean kisses your face.
Even here, even in paradise, Flip is your anchor, keeping you steady. You melt into his embrace, sigh into his mouth, taste the sweetness of pineapple and coconut on his tongue, and as he pulls the swim cap off of your head and clutches at the nape of your neck, walks you to shore and pushes himself on top of you, presses you ever closer to his hot hard body, your toes curling into the exquisite black sand -- as you gasp and moan in a secret cove in Maui, you can’t help but think how badly you both needed this vacation.
Until he does that thing with his tongue that you love, and suddenly you can’t think of anything at all.
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