Warnings: Literally just so much unspoken love. Like, an insane amount of it.
Word Count: 830
Summary: You wake up with Kylo Ren.
Author’s Note: This is just a reminder that my requests ARE open for pretty much any of Adam’s characters! If you have any ideas, thoughts, or requests, feel free to send them my way :) Also, I am thinking of making a new taglist for my writing, so if you’d like to be tagged in my writing, let me know, and I’ll be sure to make that happen! - Ryn
“I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new. In city and in forest, they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try. Your eyes are soft with sorrow, and hey, that's no way to say goodbye . . .” - Hey That’s No Way to Say Goodbye, Feist
It is early when Kylo Ren wakes and looks over to his left. You are sleeping beside him, your chest rising and falling steadily as you dream. He finds himself wondering what it is you’re dreaming about. If it’s good. If it’s calm. If it’s him.
He’s leaving today. That much is certain. He has to find the scavenger, turn her, bring her to the Dark Side. He’s not sure how long he’ll be gone for.
Kylo reaches down and caresses your cheek, an action that he normally wouldn’t be caught doing during the day. If the two of you were on a planet, though, the sun wouldn’t even be up, so Kylo lets himself touch your cheek. Your hair is splayed out on his pillow, and you stir as he pulls his hand away.
This could be the end of everything, Kylo realizes as emotion rises behind his eyes. He doesn’t cry. He never cries, but he might right now. You just look so beautiful and soft and . . . Good.
You are good. A good lover, a good conversationalist, a good person. He’s the complete opposite, always so tied up with responsibilities and tasks that mean little to him. He doesn’t have time to be good.
Your eyes open slowly, and Kylo’s face is the first thing that you see. You smile instantly. Kylo isn’t sure why.
“Hey,” you say, reaching for his hand. “What time is it?”
“Five,” Kylo says. You hum, bringing his hand to your lips so that you can kiss his fingers. He swallows harshly.
“When do you have to go?”
“Soon.”
You nod, looking away from his face so that you can focus on his hand. His hands are so lovely: Big and rough and strong. You bring it up to your cheek, silently asking him to touch the skin there.
He does.
“You should go,” Kylo breathes, voice barely above a whisper. He knows that his voice is on the verge of shaking. You nod, offering him a small smile.
“I know, love,” you say. Kylo rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Will you call me while you’re away?”
“If you would like that,” he says.
“Of course I would.”
You sit up, stretching and looking away. You knew this was coming, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. You thought he’d at least get you something to eat, something to drink, something to hold onto.
You go to stand and get re-dressed – you’re still naked from the night before – and Kylo catches your wrist. You look back at him.
“I . . . “ he starts.
There is so much he needs to tell you, like how he notices the way you stare at him during meetings, and how much you make him feel, and how deeply you have derailed his existence just by being yourself and having him in this way.
He closes his mouth.
You sigh, then pull away and grab your clothes. You get dressed slowly, and you feel his eyes on you the entire time. You grab Kylo’s undershirt, the one he was wearing last night, and slip it on over your uniform.
“May I keep this?” you ask him.
“Yes.”
You nod, then pull the sleeves down over your wrists.
“I’ll, um . . . I’ll go, then,” you say after you pull your boots on. Kylo stands quickly, still wearing only a pair of underwear, and steps in front of you. He looks at you desperately, wishing more than anything that you could simply read his mind so that he wouldn’t have to say it out loud–
“Please be safe while I’m gone,” Kylo says. You put your hands on his warm chest as he speaks. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”
You smile softly, gently, and reach up to touch the scar on his cheek.
“Nothing will happen to me, love,” you say. “Don’t worry. Just bring the scavenger back with you, alright?”
Kylo nods.
“I will.”
You lean up and kiss him, then. It is deep. Passionate. Loving. It conveys all that the two of you are too afraid to say: I love you. I need you. Take care of yourself.
You pull away, tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, and offer him a smile.
“I’ll see you, Supreme Leader.”
Kylo nods, pulling his hands off of your hips as you take your hand off his cheek.
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Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, cumming inside, gendered nicknames (beautiful girl, pretty girl), praise, lots of ‘I love you’s’
Word Count: 920
Summary: You and Flip have sex in a cozy cabin in the middle of winter.
Author’s Note: I promise I didn’t forget about the request sitting in my inbox! Thank you for your patience! I just keep getting ideas, and I have to get them out before they leave me. This one is heavily inspired by the fact that I miss winter so badly. I’m getting tired of warm weather, and I’m very much looking forward to snow and the holidays. Anyway, my requests are indeed still open if you’d like to send one in :)) <3
“Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!” - Let it Snow, Dean Martin
The record player crackles as it switches from one song to another. It’s an older album, one from the fifties that used to belong to Flip’s dad. There are lots of records here at his family cabin, but you and Flip chose one randomly. It’s mostly instrumentals – Smooth jazz and piano music, but you most certainly aren’t complaining.
It’s relaxing.
The fire roars in the fireplace, and you sigh as you cuddle up against Flip’s side. It’s snowing outside, and it’s freezing here in the mountains, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. The privacy is excellent, of course, but so are the little moments.
Like you fixing some Jiffy Pop and him coming up behind you to put his hands on your hips, or him crouched in front of the fireplace, cursing as he tries to light it up. It’s small things like that which remind you of just how lucky and in-love you are.
You look up at Flip happily, then press your lips against his. He tastes like buttery popcorn, coffee, and cigarettes. It comforts you in a way that nothing else ever could.
“This is so nice,” you say softly. Flip nods in agreement.
“I think so, too,” he says. “I’m glad that Ma gave me the keys this weekend.”
You smile as you kiss him again, fingers absent-mindedly fiddling with the buttons on his flannel.
“She’s the best,” you say.
“I know.”
Flip presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls you into his lap. You straddle him lazily, your turtleneck becoming untucked from your jeans as you swing your leg over him and wrap your arms around the back of his neck.
Your smile only widens as you begin to subtly rock your hips back and forth on top of him. He grips your hips, grunting softly, and leans up to kiss you. Your hands are in his hair, on his cheeks, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. You love quick, rough, aggressive sex with your man, but you also love this: Slow, sensual, erotic sex.
Flip tugs your turtleneck up and over your head, tossing it to the side before reaching around to unclasp your bra. Your breasts sit naturally, and he immediately begins to touch them, running his hands over you while you push his flannel off.
“Mm. How do you want me, Flip?”
Flip reaches down to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock free, then says: “Lie down for me.”
You nod, then stand to remove your jeans and panties before getting back on the couch and lying down like he told you to. Flip gets on top of you, cock in hand, and presses his lips firmly against yours. The wind howls and bites at the windows of the cabin, but it can’t get to the two of you. Not now. Not while all the doors and windows are locked, the curtains are closed, and you’re here with your man.
He sighs as he presses into you, pleasure etched across his face as he begins to rock his hips. The song changes again, and your sighs and moans fill the air in-between tracks.
“Oh . . . Fuck, Flip . . . Mmm . . .”
Flip presses his forehead against yours, then fucks you a bit faster. Your body – bare breasts and all – begins to bounce. You groan, gripping his biceps tightly.
“Fuck, s-shit, honey . . .” you sigh before he kisses you.
“Mm. Love you. Love this pretty pussy . . .” Flip says softly. You tug and pull at his hair as the sound of skin-on-skin fills the living room of the cabin. “Fuck, fuck, baby.”
“I love you, too,” you sigh. “Love you s-so much . . .”
The couch begins to creak as Flip pounds you, and you let out a breathy chuckle. He looks at you funny.
“D-Don’t . . . mm . . . Don’t break the couch, honey . . .”
Flip huffs out a quiet laugh.
“I won’t. And if I do, it’ll be for a good cause.”
“Your mom w-would kill you,” you breathe, nails scratching down his back.
“Shhh,” Flip hums softly. “I-I’m close, don’t talk about my mother.”
You laugh again but say nothing else as he fucks you. He cums within another minute or so, and when he fills you up, you groan quietly.
“Shit, fuck . . . Loveyousomuch . . .”
Flip nods, then kisses you again.
“Love you more.”
He pulls out once both of you have caught your breath, and he hands you his flannel. You tug it on and wrap it around yourself, suddenly feeling a bit chilly.
“We should bundle up when we go to bed,” Flip says, tucking his cock away. “The cabin gets cold in the mornings.”
You nod, then kiss his cheek.
“Alright, honey.”
Flip pulls you back into his lap as the smooth, jazzy music continues to play. You play with his hair, which is still slightly wet from when he went outside to gather wood earlier, and you scratch at his scalp until he’s practically putty in your hands. You kiss him once more.
“I love you,” you whisper.
He’s already asleep.
Tagging a few friends who I think might enjoy this (Let me know if anyone would like to be added to a permanent tag list!): @babbushka @safarigirlsp @lumberjack00fantasies
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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Hi can I please request the pulling them into their lap prompt with Clyde? I love your writing
Thank you, anon! I hope you enjoy this :)
Clyde Logan x Reader
Contains: Sleepy cuddling, Clyde being a cutie
Word Count: 390
Summary: You and Clyde enjoy a relaxing evening at home.
It’s a cool summer night in West Virginia, and you and your husband are watching TV with the windows open and candles burning on the mantle. It’s nearly fall, and the seasons have begun to transition ever so slightly. Dropping temperatures, Autumn collections at Yankee Candle, and Halloween decor at the grocery stores have already started popping up.
With fall and the holidays on the way, you and Clyde are getting as much rest as you can before the hectic months sneak up on you. His arm is wrapped around you, and you’re cuddled into his side as the smell of those fall candles fill the living room.
“Ya fallin’ asleep on me, darlin’?” Clyde asks softly, not expecting an answer. You hum, shaking your head.
“Not yet.”
He kisses the top of your head, his fingers running over the bare skin of your arm as you snuggle further into his solid, warm side.
“Mm. Ya gettin’ tired?” Clyde asks before yawning. You laugh softly, looking up at him.
“A bit. Are you?”
Clyde smiles, then presses his lips against yours.
“Mhm. Had a real long shift tonight.”
“Will you tell me about it?”
“What’s there to tell?” Clyde asks.
“I don’t know. Were there any interesting customers tonight?”
Clyde shakes his head.
“‘Fraid not, darlin’. Nothin’ to report tonight.”
You sigh, then look back at the TV. Clyde leans his head against yours, and the two of you sit just like that for a long while until he lets out a soft snore. You look up, and sure enough, your husband’s mouth is agape and his eyes are shut. Another snore comes from him, and you smile.
“Handsome?” you say, nudging him. He wakes, then looks around. “Let’s head up to bed, hm?”
Clyde shakes his head, then puts his hand on your hip and tugs you against him. You know what this means, so you climb into his lap carefully.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while, darlin’,” Clyde says softly, already dozing off again. You kiss his pink lips, then wrap your arms around the back of his neck and rest your head on his shoulder, cozying up on top of him.
“Alright, baby.”
Clyde wraps his arm around your middle, then lets his hand rest on your back. You’re both asleep within five minutes.
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Omg will you please do saying I love you for the first time with Flip?? Thank you
Sure thing!
Flip Zimmerman x Reader
Contains: Fluff, Flip being cute
Word count: 360
Summary: Headcanons about Flip saying "I love you" to you for the first time.
Part of you was waiting for him to say “I love you” in some grand, ceremonious, presenting you with flowers in the rain and confessing his deep, deep love to you.
It doesn’t happen like that. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.
You’re over at his house, helping him cook dinner. The two of you have made this a habit every weekend: Cooking dinner together and listening to a record or two.
Flip is whistling along to the song currently playing, and you drop a plate on the floor. It shatters, and you startle, immediately feeling guilty.
You hurry to kneel down and gather the pieces, but Flip grabs your arm before you can do it and pulls you back gently.
“Don’t, you’ll cut yourself,” he says. “Let me sweep it up, baby.”
You go to protest, but he’s already going to get the broom. You sigh.
“That was a nice plate,” you say softly when he comes back. “I’m really sorry.”
Flip chuckles softly, shaking his head.
“God, I love you,” he mutters. Your eyes widen, and you pause, completely taken aback by his words.
“You . . . What?” you ask, almost not believing your own ears. Flip looks up at you, then, eyebrows slightly raised, and begins to stumble over his own words.
“I, uh . . . What I meant was–”
“I love you, too,” you say quickly. Flip’s mouth gapes open for a moment before he closes it and sets the broom aside, stepping over the glass to get to you.
“Do you really, baby?” he asks, putting his hands on your hips gently. You nod, smiling as you touch his chest.
“Of course I do,” you say. Flip kisses you, then, and you know all too well what this kind of kiss means.
“Mm, Flip – honey– the floor . . .”
He kisses you a few more times, then smiles widely at you.
“I’ll clean it up, and then we’ll eat, and then we’re going to have sex for at least an hour. Okay?”
You laugh, even though it wasn’t meant to be funny.
“Okay, honey.”
“I love you,” Flip says again.
“I love you, too.”
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Getting undressed in front of each other for Flip please 🖤 or maybe him undressing you. Thank you
Absolutely! Thank you for requesting!
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Flip Zimmerman x Reader
Warnings: Slightly NSFW
Word count: 600
Summary: Flip sees your breasts for the first time.
It’s late when Flip’s pickup truck pulls into your driveway. You’ve got the living room curtains open, and you smile as you hop up to unlock the door for him. He steps inside a minute or so later as you’re closing the curtains.
“Hey,” he says, shutting the door behind him and leaning down to remove his boots.
“Hey, baby,” you say, approaching him. He stands up straight after setting his boots on the mat, and you smile at him. He hums, putting his hands on your hips.
“How was work?” you ask, resting your hands on his chest. He kisses you, then says,
“Long. Tiring.”
You hum, pressing your mouth against his again.
“Anything I can do to help you relax?” you ask. Flip’s hands are resting at the small of your back, and you're trying to ignore how wonderful they feel there. They’re big and warm and intentional. They have no problem with touching you, but they always do it gently.
Flip says nothing, but pulls you towards your couch. You let him. God, you’d let him do anything . . .
“Just sit with me,” he says finally. He grunts quietly as he sits down on the cushions, and you smile softly as you sit down beside him happily.
“Of course, baby.”
He kisses you, then, and this one . . . This one feels different. You’ve been together for a few months, and he’s never kissed you this deeply, this desperately. He needs you, you realize, and you smile against his mouth. He looks at you, then, and before he can ask for anything, you begin to unbutton your pajama shirt.
Flip puts his hand over yours, and you look up at him quickly. Did you misread the situation? Is this not what he wants?
“I–”
“Can I?” he asks, and you let out a soft, relieved breath as you carefully swing your leg over his and straddle him.
“Please,” you say, nodding. He unbuttons your pajama shirt carefully, taking his time. With each bit of skin that’s revealed to him, his cock grows harder and harder. He’s never wanted anyone as badly as he wants you in this moment.
He pulls the shirt apart once all the buttons are undone, and your bare breasts are revealed to him. You inhale shakily, watching his face carefully. Flip looks back up at your face, then kisses you passionately, deeply.
“So beautiful,” he says, and his hands – his wonderful, calloused, big hands – come up to squeeze your breasts gently. You’re wet, so, so wet, and Flip continues to kiss you.
“Mm, mm, Flip–”
“You feel what you’re doing to me, honey?” he asks, pushing his hips up against you. He’s hard, you can feel the erection through his jeans, and you sigh shakily. He’s big, bigger than anyone you’ve had before.
“Fuck,” you sigh. Flip reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet, and pulls a condom from one of the pockets before setting his wallet on the coffee table.
“Do you want to . . .?” he asks. He asks in a way that makes you feel comfortable and safe, like you saying ‘no’ wouldn’t be the end of the world. You know deep down that if you were to tell him ‘no’ right now, he’d gently hand you your shirt again, let you re-dress, and simply go up to bed so that the two of you could fall asleep peacefully.
You don’t want to say ‘no’, though. You want him. You want all that your boyfriend has to offer.
“Yes,” you breathe. “I want to.”
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