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adam designated driver
intoxicated!readerxcaretaker!adam
a/n: adam driver is maybe like the love of my life I hope he reads well. this is also an older fic but maybe 2020-ish?
wc: 2.3k
18+ MDNI | no smut but sexual themes
summary: Y/N went out and had a few too many, when trying to call a taxi driver, she taps her friend adam's contact instead.
"Can I get a whiskey sour?!"You managed to shout over the pulsating bass.
The bartender nodded, turning around to grab the bottles he needed.
He was in his mid-twenties, sporting a thick beard and jewelry: trendy black stretchers, multiple rings on his fingers, and bead bracelets that swung from his wrists as he shook the shaker vigorously.
You observed his rings up close as slid your fifth drink of the night in front of you. You shouted a 'thank you' and passed him the money. The chilled glass froze your palm as you grabbed it. You winced hissed.
You were already intoxicated, which resulted in you feeling warmer than usual. You began to drink your cocktail, wincing from the prominent bourbon taste hitting your tongue.
Turning to the dance floor on your bar stool, you observed your friends dancing provocatively in front of the men.
They would grind on each other and kiss for the sake of attention as if their clothing alone wouldn't draw attention, and it would work every time. Men who were complete strangers would buy you and your friends multiple rounds throughout the night hoping to get lucky.
Tonight, you all wore matching tight-fitted black mini skirts and tops that barely covered your chest. Your outfit in question was uncomfortable, to say the least, but it was like wearing a costume. When you'd dress like that, it was as if you were a new person, for one night. You immediately gained a newfound confidence and your adventurous side would come out to play.
You grinned against your glass, chuckling to yourself.
How you loved being a woman.
You scootch off the seat, stumbling, trying to find your footing. Your sense of balance was terrible when you were drunk and your heels did not help with that at the moment.
Eventually, you made your way to your friends on the dance floor, joining the small circle to include yourself again.
"Y/N! There you are, I missed you!" Your little blonde friend threw herself on you. You caught her in your arms, laughing.
The six of you danced to the beat. Hips swaying, arms in the air, hair flying everywhere. You could feel the blood pumping through your veins, and sweat forming on your forehead, but you didn't care you were having so much fun.
our arms were raised in a state of intoxicated freedom as you tried to keep up with your friends, whose energy seemed endless.
Your fingertips tingled as you waved your hands to the rhythm, and your feet grew numb from the constant stomping.
Your head felt heavy on your neck, and your eyelids became harder to keep open. You were running out of breath.
Your movements turned sloppy as your body began to fatigue, even though your mind insisted you had more energy than you actually did. Your chest heaved, struggling to breathe in the tight top.
A couple hours went by and the club slowly began to empty out as people left in small crowds. The night was approaching its end.
You were seated in a booth with fewer friends, all of you trying to call your drives home.
Your vision was blurry as you fiddled with your phone, trying to hold it properly.
The aggressive blue light blinded you. You squinted, opening your contacts app.
A few scrolls down and you found your usual Taxi Driver's phone number.
You pressed it, bringing your phone close to your ear. The ringing echoed loudly in your ears as you drunkenly awaited a response. He finally answered.
"Ugh-mkay, uh I'm at thuh Sound Night Club.... on Las Palmas, can you cohme get me? I'm fuckhing drunhk." You slurred into the phone mic.
After a few exchanges, you hung up. "Welp ladies, my taxi issa comin soon so I gotta wait outside." You stood, steadying yourself on the table. You draped your jacket over your shoulders, clinging your wallet and phone to your chest. You gave them each a kiss on the cheek and said your goodbyes.
Your heels padded on the tacky red carpet as you slowly made your way to the entrance. Before leaving you wished the bouncer a good night. "It's not my birthday, but thank you." He replied. You just smiled, confused.
You pushed the heavy doors open, only to be greeted with a freezing gust of air. Your exposed legs were now covered in chills. The street lights illuminated your flushed cheeks; how nice. You leaned your back against the club's brick wall and waited for your Taxi.
A shiny black Camaro pulled up to the curb, flashing its lights and honking its horn. You stayed put, wondering whose ride it was. It then honked again.
You just observed silently.
The driver's door opened and a tall dark man rose from the car. "Y/N?" He shouted. You jumped slightly. This wasn't your taxi driver: You wondered who the man was, and how he knew your name.
Fucking trouble, that's who.
The unknown man was shouting your name. You looked around to see if anyone else was outside that you could ask for help; not one.
Fuck it, you thought.
You took a run for it, your cheap heels clicking on the cement sidewalks, and you gripped all of your belongings as if your life depended on it, and at that moment it did.
The streets of Los Angeles were dangerous at this time of night, and you were the desired victim; a drunk, helpless, pretty girl in slutty clothing.
So much for being a woman!
The cold air breezed through your product-filled hair as you ran down an alley, only to be cornered by the car again.
You stopped in your tracks, shocked. Your heart pounded in your ears and your mouth was now dryer than a desert. You couldn't find your voice to yell for help.
The man got out again and started running after you, leaving his door open. The car lights blinded you, you could only see his tall shadow approaching you, quickly.
You once again tried to make a run for it but your heel fell through a manhole cover. You rolled your ankle and fell to your knees, your full weight hitting the solid pavement. You groaned in pain. The man rushed to your sides, as you cried on your hands and knees.
This was the end.
"Y/N! What were you thinking? You could've gotten seriously hurt! You could've gotten hit by a fucking car!!" The familiar voice gritted with rage. You lifted your head trying to identify this strange individual's face, only to reveal the face of your friend, Adam.
"Adam? Why the fuhhck are yohu trying to kidhnap me for?" You slurred, trying to push away from his grip. "Kidnap? What? -Y/N, you called me from the club asking me to pick you up." He raised an angry eyebrow.
You just broke down in tears, feeling lost and confused.
"You're too drunk." He grumbled, shaking his head.
"nO, I called, Denis. My usual taxi." You squinted, pulling out your phone to show him. Adam plucked the phone from your grasp and examined the phone.
"Y/N, it says Driver. Driver, Adam." He sighed impatiently.
"Oh, well, i swearr thaht I actually talked to hi-WOah!" Adam had cut you off by picking you up bridal style from the ground.
"Let me down!" You attempted to squirm but your lack of energy or control didn't allow you to do so.
"No, Y/N. You hurt your ankle. Now stop whining and let me take care of you. It's late- It's 4 in the fucking morning and you're acting like a child." He knelt down to grab your jacket that was at his feet and proceeded to place you on the passenger side of his car.
He then resumed his place at the wheel and sped off to his apartment. His car hummed loudly down the silent streets.
During the drive, you were quiet, your scraped knees were pulled to your chest and you faced your window, observing the lights that flashed by as Adam sped through the neighbourhood.
You began to feel your soberness again because all the adrenaline was gone and the pain was now settling in.
Adam pulled into the parking garage and stopped the car in his usual spot. He turned off his vehicle and picked you up once more, this time with less anger. You toyed with the collar of his shirt as he carried you to his door. He had so many birthmarks on his neck.
Arriving at 11B, he managed to unlock and kick his door open. He used his elbows to switch on the lights and laid you on the grey sofa.
"Do you need anything? Some pants, another shirt? Socks?" He spoke on top of you, trying to keep you awake.
"This outfit is too tight, Adamhm, can I borrow some long socks and one of your T-shirts?" You breathed out, with your eyes closed. Your head felt heavy against the firm couch pillow, it's like you were sinking in quicksand.
"I'll be right back." He said.
You peeked an eye open to observe his apartment decor. It was minimalistic, with tones of light greys, topes and whites. Indie artists covered his walls, and colourful woven rugs were sprawled across the floor. He had lots of books on his shelf in the corner, you propped yourself up and dragged your feet to the library dizzily.
Poetry.
Adam had lots of notorious poets in his collection.
He returned shortly.
"Here you go. Are you sure you don't want some shorts or sweatpants? They have drawstrings, so you can tighten it as much as you want." He placed the clothing on the oak coffee table that you were now making your way to.
"I'm sure... thank you, Adam." You smiled unzipping your painfully tight top, exposing your red push-up bra. Adam's eyes diverted to the floor, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
"If you need anything else, I'll be upstairs in my bedroom. It's the first door on your left." He turned to leave.
"Wait, Adam!" You let the top fall to your feet.
"Yes?" He turned around, making only eye contact, trying to not observe your figure.
"You have poetry books in your library." You said, sliding your skirt off, leaving you in only your matching lace undergarments.
Adam controlled his breathing.
"I do, I do, uh, do you read lots of... poetry?" He asked leaning against his living room door frame.
"I actually used to write some and read them at open mic nights." You smiled, unclipping your bra swiftly, allowing your breasts to bounce out of your bra.
"Much better," You muttered.
"I-I uh, I didn't know that." He bit the inside of his cheek, face remaining unreadable. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest and fixed his posture. You could hear his foot tapping the floor, and you could sense uneasiness in him.
Oh?
Casually, you let the bra fall, like your top, and slid on his grey Star Wars t-shirt that he probably had received from a fan.
Adam was not one to watch let alone buy merchandise from his own projects. The Kylo graphic tee looked cute on you, it ended mid-thigh and wasn't too wide.
"I still write sometimes, but not as much as I'd like to, you know? What about you, do you write?" You sat on the low coffee table, knowing well, that Adam was struggling to keep his composure and slid on his long black socks that went up to your knees.
"I do, but I don't think that it's good." He chuckled, trying to seem less awkward. You simply smiled at the statement and found your place on the couch.
"um- you need some water and aspirin, I'll go get that for you." He said and walked out of the room, his heavy footsteps thumped on the creaky wooden floors.
In one hand he had a big glass of iced water, and in the other, he had two tiny pills. "Thank you," you mumbled tiredly, washing down the medicine with water. "Need anything else?" He asked glancing at the time: 4:52 AM.
"No, I'll be fine, thank you, Adam. For everything. It's really appreciated. Also, I'm sorry for earlier, I thought you were trying to hurt me, it was dumb." You looked down at the glass that you held in your lap, in embarrassment.
"You are...welcomed." He gave you a small close-mouthed smile before shutting off the lights and going upstairs to his own bed.
You tossed and turned on that shitty sofa. It was small compared to your bed at home and the throw blanket was too thin for your liking, you really wished you would've taken up that offer on the sweatpants.
"Ugh, fuck it." You groaned, now fully sober and exhausted.
You quietly got up and proceeded to make your way upstairs to the first bedroom on the left. You turned the doorknob slowly and pushed it even slower to avoid making any noise. You saw that his bedside light was on, and you could make out faint clicking noises. When you fully opened the door, you were happy to be greeted by Adam sitting shirtless in bed, typing on his computer.
"Hi." You quietly spoke.
He lifted his chin and met your eyes with his brown ones. "Hi." He gave you a toothy smile.
"Can't sleep either?" You asked, padding towards his gigantic bed. "No, not really." He chuckled closing his laptop and placing it on his bedside table.
You sat on the foot of his bed, observing his thick chest and shoulders. He was a very attractive man, very large, he looked soft. You bit your lip at the thought.
"Come." He lifted the covers from the unoccupied side of the bed and tapped the mattress like when prompting a dog or cat to come sit next to you.
You obeyed and got under the covers next to him, already feeling his warmth.
You hummed in delight as he turned off the lamp. Adam laid on his side, facing you. You did the same, trying to focus your eyes on his face through the new darkness.
He let out a tired sigh and without warning, he pulled your whole body forward. Your head was buried in his chest, his bicep supported your neck, and his other arm rubbed your back.
"Sleep, or you'll get sick tomorrow morning. "
You smiled and inhaled the scented body wash he used. You absent-mindedly pressed a kiss to his chest, making him hum lovingly.
A moment of thinking passed and he then tipped your head back, to place a long tender kiss on your lips. You returned the kiss, feeling his plump lips against yours in delight, sending butterflies in your stomach.
After, you returned to his chest and he placed another kiss on your forehead, drifting you slowly to sleep.
oh adam, i'd die for you
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because i’m rewatching blackkklansman🤍
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my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three.
#flip zimmerman#blackkklansman#adam driver#moodboard#aesthetic#aesthetic moodboard#ethel cain#preachers daughter#adam driver x reader#ben solo#kylo ren#clyde logan#charlie barber#flip zimmerman x reader#clyde logan x reader#hozier#too sweet hozier
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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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‘BlacKkKlansman’ (2018)
Directed by Spike Lee
#blackkklansman#spike lee#john david washington#adam driver#flip zimmerman#ron stallworth#topher grace#laura harrier
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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.
#flip zimmerman smut#flip zimmerman x reader#flip zimmerman#adam driver#adam driver x reader#adam driver smut#blackkklansman#one shot#smut
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I found this meme interesting so I've decided to do it with some AD characters 🙂
#flip zimmerman#blackkklansman#charlie barber#marriage story#adam sackler#hbo girls#henry mchenry#annette#jacques le gris#the last duel#jack gladney#white noise#kylo ren#star wars#adam driver#adcu
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pretty boy 🫶
#i love him#adam driver#adam sackler#flip zimmerman#enzo ferrari#phillip altman#kylo ren#ben solo#commander mills#65 movie#hbo: girls#star wars#this is where i leave you#blackkklansman#ferrari#snl#snl adam driver
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Happy Tuesday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Adam Driver in BlacKkKlansman (2018) 📌
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Cottagecore with Flip please?? If you think that would work
#i think im going to take a break from quotes lol if thats okay! but thank you i hope you like this!!#flip zimmerman#flip zimmerman aesthetic#flip zimmerman moodboard#adcu#adcu moodboard#adcu aesthetic#blackkklansman#cottagecore#spring at the zimmermans house :)
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Proud
Flip Zimmerman x F!Reader
Word count: 700
Warning(s): Slight sexual harassment, cursing, typical stuff for that era.
A/n: I apologize if Flip is very OOC, I haven't seen the movie but I saw a few fics and needed to write something for him. That man is just so fine 🥵❤️
@kylowritten Here you go!❤️
It was late one saturday night, and Y/n had invited Flip to a small club, persuading him by offering to buy him a beer. He wasn't going to say no to his best girl, but a free beer would always be appreciated.
Flip watched Y/n from the bar as she danced.
To him, she was the most beautiful person in the room, dressed in her cherry red low-cut top and black high-waisted bell bottoms.
He was surprised when he picked her up to see her in something more revealing than what she'd usually wear, but he was proud of her for stepping out of her comfort zone, not that he didn't like the regular modest clothing. One downside he wasn't so keen about was that almost every other guy had their eye on her. He just knew how beautiful she was, and now she was beginning to see it too.
Flip wasn't a jealous guy, though that didn't mean he liked other men looking at his girl with lust in their eyes. But he trusted her and knew she could take care of herself.
"Hey, Sweetheart, Wanna come back to my place?" A very unpleasant voice spoke close to Y/n's ear; she froze completely when his hands landed on her hips.
The man reeked of something she couldn't decern. Y/n pushed his hands off her hips and turned to face the man.
"No, Thank you." She said plainly and began walking to the bar where Flip was watching closely.
The man grabbed her wrist; Y/n instantly turned around and backhanded him.
"I told you no. Now let me go."
"Aw, come on, sweetheart. Don't play hard to get."
"She's not" Flip stood behind Y/n, pulling her wrist from the man's grasp, wrapping his arm around her waist before she could send a punch to the man's face. She squirmed in Flip's hold, but he wouldn't let up.
"Who the fuck are you?" The guy asked,
"Her Boyfriend. Now I suggest you leave."
"Why? What're you gonna do? Start a fight?" The guy put up his fists.
"No. Worse. I let her go, and you'll be in a hospital bed." Flip let his grip on her loosen; Y/n went to lunge at the man, making him take a step back. But Flip caught her before she could take a hit; He held her wrists against her chest with one hand and the other on her waist, her back pressed flush against his chest.
"Leave. Now. For your own sake."
The man looked at Flip and then at Y/n.
"Fucking bitch." he hissed out as he left quickly.
Y/n was breathing heavily as she stared into the space where the man had been before; Flip wasn't planning to let her go until she calmed down. He knew her past and secrets, and he wasn't going to allow history to repeat itself.
When he realized she wouldn't calm down, he picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other holding her wrists, her head resting on his shoulder as she sighed.
He took her outside and sat her on the hood of his truck. Y/n watched as he took off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Y/n, Sweetheart." The nickname sounded like honey coming from him. "You okay?" his voice was laced with concern. She nodded.
"Use your words." his tone had a slight sternness to it this time; he wouldn't believe her until she gave him a verbal response.
"Yeah, Baby. I'm okay," she spoke, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."
Flip shook his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for-"
"But- But if I wasn't wearing this stupid outfit-"
"Stop it. Right now. You have no control over other people's actions. You look gorgeous in that outfit, and You know it. You are becoming more confident every day and I'm so proud of you. So don't you dare blame yourself for that asshole's decisions"
"Thank you for stopping me from doing something I'd regret," Flip chuckled and pulled her by the waist to the edge of the hood, wedging himself between her knees. His hands rested on her thighs.
"I wouldn't have liked to arrest my girlfriend. Again." He teased, and Y/n rolled her eyes,
"That wasn't my fault." She defended as she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss.
"I'm Sorry." She whispered against his lips. Flip pulled back only slightly; his brows knitted in worry.
"For?" he asked, gently rubbing patterns into her thighs with his thumbs.
"I never bought you that beer I promised." She pouted, Flip smirked as he kissed her pouty lips, his hands sliding their way up her thighs to her waist, the tips of his fingers dipping into the waistband and slightly pulling the fabric away from her waist.
"That's alright, honey. You can make it up to me."
#writing#writers on tumblr#fanfic#reader insert#flip zimmerman#flip zimmerman x reader#blackkklansman#adcu#kylo x reader
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special attention to the rookie ☕
#flip zimmerman#blackkklansman#moodboard#aesthetic#aesthetic moodboard#adam driver#adam driver x reader#clyde logan#charlie barber#kylo ren#ben solo#flip zimmerman x reader#clyde logan x reader#ben solo x reader#ben solo x you#kylo ren x y/n#kylo ren x you#kylo ren x reader
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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 . . .”
Taglist: @safarigirlsp @cinnamon-girl01 (Let me know if you'd like to be added!)
#rynwritesstuff#adcu#adcu author#adcu fic#adam driver#adcu fanfiction#flip zimmerman#flip zimmerman x reader#flip zimmerman x y/n#flip zimmerman x you#flip zimmerman x yn#blackkklansman adam driver#adam driver blackkklansman#blackkklansman fanfiction#blackkklansman
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Which Adam Driver characters can find the clit with little to no explanation, a non comprehensive* list by Zo. Because I'm Feeling Some Type Of Way™
*Based on the media I've seen, in no particular order
Adam Sackler (Girls): Yes but chooses not to cause he's selfish
Kylo Ren (Star Wars): will show off the first few times but eventually stops citing that his work is too important for more than quickies.
Jacques Le Gris (The Last Duel): Can he find it? Yes. Does he care? No.
Jack Gladney (White Noise): Yes, yes, yes. The man would worship you.
Philip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You): Considering his preoccupation with MILFs I'd say yes. They taught him well.
Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansmen): 50/50
Charlie Barber (Marriage Story): Selfish. You have to work with him.
#this is my opinion argue with the wall#adam driver#kylo ren#adam sackler#girls hbo#flip zimmerman#blackkklansman#adam driver characters#im gonna write a jack gladney fic bc im feral rn
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gardenfullofsage' Masterlist
✩=Smut ☽=Angst ❀-Fluff
Ceilings- ☽ ✩
Kylo Ren x Reader
Kylo loves you right? At least it's what you try to convince yourself of.
Watercolored eyes- ☽ ✩
Kylo Ren x Reader
He hates to see you cry. But he can't seem to want to let you go.
Sugar - ✩
Flip Zimmerman x 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.
Cherry- ✩
Flip Zimmerman x 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.
Would You?- ❀ ☽
Flip Zimmerman x Reader
Reader has a fallout with her mother. Somehow Flip always knows how to make it better. Maybe this time it'll stay that way.
#adam driver x reader#flip zimmerman#adam driver#smut#flip zimmerman smut#adam driver smut#oneshot#angst#fluff#masterlist#flip zimmerman x reader#kylo ren smut#kylo ren x reader#blackkklansman#star wars sequel trilogy
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