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babbushka · 3 years

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For Flip’s birthday, can you please give us some hot aggressive smut? Like so hot that you have to hold onto his shoulder holsters for dear life while he rails you against a wall? :)

Anonymous said: Something about those leather shoulder holsters does things to me! I don’t have a good idea, but can you please use that for a prompt? SEXY SHOULDER HOLSTERS 😍

1.5k, PWP/NSFW (PIV, fingering, finger sucking, aggressive rough sex, spanking, spit as lube, biting, praise, no plot just sex)

It’s dark, in the supply closet. Most of them have a little light inside, but not this one. That’s alright you think, it’s better that it’s dark, less of a chance for someone thinking anything’s going on in there. You’re visiting him at the station, and he was too wound up to do anything other than tug you to the nearest corner hidden away from sight, too wound up for anything other than pouncing on you.

He’s grateful that you wear dresses on your visits to the station, always dresses or skirts for easy access, and as he works his jeans open, you’re grateful too.

In the dark of the supply closet he’s got you shoved up against the wall. There’s two storage shelving units on either side of the tiny room, but the back wall is cleared away and that’s where he’s crowding you. Sloppily he kisses you, hungry, desperate, achingly hard for you. His cock throbs, he feels hot all over, he has to fuck you and he has to fuck you now.

His hands are like brands on your body as he hikes up the skirt of your dress. Big wide broad palms burning into the flesh of your thighs as he spreads your legs, groans when he feels that you’re not wearing any panties. He groans again when he rubs three of his fingers through your slicked folds, when you moan and sigh, body pressing up against him.

“You’re so fucking wet, see how easy you take me? Soaked, you’re soaked.” He speaks lowly, voice deep, a baritone that resonates and rumbles down your spine, goes straight to your clit. He’s rubbing you there, the pad of his thumb pressing down in circles as the three of his fingers begin to pump themselves in and out of you, “I love this pussy oh fuck – ”

“I need you, Flip you have to hurry honey, I need your cock.” You whine, your cunt only dripping and drooling more more more for him. The squelch is loud in the closet, masked only by the heavy panting and gasps for air that the two of you swallow down, the little moans that spill out of your throat.

“I’ve got you princess, beautiful girl I’ve got you.” Flip reassures you as he returns to working on his belt, tugging it open and dragging down his zipper. He wants you somethin’ fuckin’ fierce today, maybe because it’s his birthday, maybe because you’re the sexiest thing in the world, but he wants you bad. “You’re gonna have to hold on tight, okay?”

That’s a signal that he’s going to fuck you six ways til’ Sunday, and automatically, your hands grasp at the strong leather holsters that wrap around his back and shoulders. They were custom made, Flip couldn’t fit the regular ones over his massive chest, they kept straining and creaking from the width of his body. Your hands curl around the straps as he hoists you off the ground, letting your legs wrap around his waist, sandwiching you between his body and the wall.

“Mm damn your shoulders are so broad, you’re so big.” You whine, biting your lip, tongue having a hard time staying your mouth as you ask, “Be rough?”

Music to Flip’s ears -- he lines himself up, rubs the head of his cock through your slick velvety folds, your cunt clenching in desperate anticipation of friction that only he can give you.

“Deep breath ketsl.” Flip warns, before shoving into you all the way, bottoming out with one rough thrust, not bothering to work himself in inch by inch, not when you’re both this hungry for it.

“Oh -- !!” You gasp sharply, but Flip’s hand smacks up to cover your mouth, stifling you. He’s anticipated that, and he keeps his hand there as his hips build up a fast pace, a brutal rhythm that has your body pushing up up up the wall, has your legs quivering and scrabbling to keep their hold around his hips.

“Shh, shh.” He kisses your throat, sucks a deep dark hickey there so that everyone in the fucking office knows who you belong to, bites along your exposed collarbone and shoulder from where the neckline of your dress has limply been pushed aside, “You can take it, you’re so good for me.”

“Hard, you can go hard, I want it.” You nod frantically, hands clutching at those holsters, palms sweating against the leather as you encourage him to really give it to you.

“Anything – fuck – anything my girl wants.” He pulls back and spits down on his cock as it fucks into your pussy, pushing his own spit into your cunt. He wishes he could eat you out, lay you down on the interrogation table and get you to scream his name – he’s done it before, he knows he can, but right now there just isn’t enough time.

There’s time enough for this, and Flip is going to make the most of it. The way his cock curves deliciously against your gspot has your body keening, and he has to do most of the supporting of your body because your limbs begging to shake as you pant and moan and clutch at him. His hips are angled perfectly so that when he thrusts out and back in, he hits that spot every time, and every time he does it, you drool onto the fingers that he’s shoved into your mouth.

The feeling is incredible, you’re so fucking full, so full of your husbands big jew dick that your eyes pinch shut even though it’s dark in the closet, you can’t take the pleasure, toes curling inside your pretty shoes.

“Yes! Oh yes, yes Flip right there – do that again?” You beg, a little too loud for the circumstances, and Flip grabs your face and gives you a shake, tries to impart the seriousness of the situation, even though you’re in a mood to be a brat.

“You’ve gotta be quiet honey-bunny,” His cock rams into you, he’s sweating in his clothes, sweating all over you, slick is oozing out of your pussy and coating his cock, the closet reeks of sex and all the surfaces are slick with the steam your bodies make, but still, Flip’s got the presence of mind to remind you, “Can’t let anyone know what we’re doing; this isn’t my office, it’s not soundproof.”

“Sorry sorry sorry,” You’re not sorry at all, as you whine and moan, high in the back of your throat, chest heaving, lungs gulping down air so fast it’s making you dizzy. Flip fucks you so hard that the storage shelves rattle, that things begin falling off the shelves and clattering onto the floor, but all you can think about it, “Oh fuck your cock’s big. Will you touch me? Please touch me.”

Flip’s hand shoves its way down beneath your skirt, and he rubs at your clit again, the poor thing swollen and throbbing, aching for attention. He thrusts hard and deep, so deep that he can feel the nudging of his cock rearranging your guts under his touch, can feel the way his cock splits into you as he coaxes an orgasm out of you.

“Right here, oh there there there yes!” Your head smacks back against the wall, the grip on his holsters starting to slip as your body tenses up up up, chasing that feeling, “Flip I’m – ”

“Come on my cock, it’s alright I’m close.” He’s focused on the coil of pleasure that’s winding up in his own body, and if there’s one thing he loves, it’s coming in you when your body is soft and pliant and relaxed, he always gets in deeper that way.

You gush on him, on his cock and his fingers, and Flip again wishes he could bury his face between your thighs, wishes he could make out with your pussy and drink you down. Your body convulses, hips and shoulders jolting with pleasure like lightning that sparks up your nerves. It’s so much, so wet, that he almost slips out of you entirely, but your bodies are too close together for him to really go far.

“I’m gonna fill you up, ‘kay?” Gritting between clenched teeth, Flip gives you the warning only a few seconds before it happens, giving you time enough only to nod frantically, delirious from your own pleasure as your eyes roll back into your head.

The moment that he starts to dump his load into you, Flip’s body sags against yours. He grunts and groans in your ear as hot come spills inside your pussy, mixes together with the spit sweat slick that’s already so much. You groan too, the feeling of being filled up having you moan and sigh.

Finally letting go of his holsters, your fingers seek out Flip’s hair, the scrape of your nails a welcome tingling sensation as they comfortingly rake against his scalp.

“Goddamn.” He’s careful to pull out, his hand at the ready to catch the overflow that he knows is about to start oozing out of you, fingering it back inside your cunt, fighting gravity as he kisses your face all over and praises you, “You did so well, keep that safe for me.”

“Mmmhmm.” You’ve got the case of the giggles already, and Flip can’t deny that he feels the tickle in his ribs too.

Letting your legs down, he holds you steady with sticky fingers, and you wince as you feel the hot trickle of his come begin to creep down your inner thigh. You’re thoroughly used, and it feels fantastic, even as your knees refuse to hold you up.

“Can you walk?” He’s concerned when he sees how wobbly you are, but all you can do is stifle your laughter with your hand and lean against one of the shelves for support.

“Yeah, just give me a second.” You grin at him, trying to look into the dark for the shape of your husband’s handsome face.

He gets the bright idea then, to strike one of the little matches he keeps in the book in his back pocket, the pinprick of light enough to illuminate a few inches of space.

“Hey look,” He reaches for something on the shelf, and you’re having a hard time making out what it is because the pleasure-spots are still dancing in front of your eyes, so he holds it closer to you and announces, “Paper towels.”

And it’s only two seconds later that the absurdity of the situation – the two of you fucking like rabbits in the supply closet of his work of all places – crashes onto Flip, that you take the paper towels from him, and he bursts into laughter.

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babbushka · 3 years

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My thought for a request is going to a drive in with exhibitionist!Flip and him going down on you or fucking you in the bed of his truck and making the springs squeak louder than the movie and drawing attention. I’d like to request that please

Thank you for doing a flip celebration!

Anonymous said: For my request, can I request something with some public sex with flip like maybe at a movie theater or drive in please and he takes it a little too far??Thank you for the special Flip day!

1.8k NSFW (oral sex (f receiving), exhibitionism, sex in a public location, praise kink, fingering, hair pulling)

Snuggled up in the back of Flip’s pick-up truck, you nestle your head against his shoulder. He got a good spot, made sure to get here early for it, for the front-row seat at the drive-in. It’s nice, being this close to the screen, it looks like they put up the whole thing just for you. A brand new movie hit the theaters this weekend, something called Jaws, a flick directed by that Spielberg fella. Folks said it was supposed to be good, and you’re supposed to be watching it, but Flip’s got other plans for the night.

Plans that he is getting antsy to start setting in motion, you can tell. With one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the hand that’s resting right near your chest keeps creeping closer closer closer, and you have to bite back a grin.

“This is such a bad idea.” You tell him straight, and he peers down at you from being a head or so taller, raising a brow in your general direction while some men are on a boat on screen.

“Do you not want to do it?” He asks, sincerity in his voice.

“No we’re absolutely fucking doing it,” You shake your head, looking up at him with a sparkle of mischief in your eye, “I’m just telling you right now that it’s a bad idea.”

Immediately, Flip retracts his arm and uses it to tug you down the back of the truck a little further. It’s been transformed into a more comfortable oasis for movie watching; pillows and blankets pad the otherwise hard bed, a small towel to clean you up when he’s had his way with you, and even one of those new camping coolers filled with snacks and drinks. He bought you one of the big over-priced popcorn buckets, but there was no reason to shell out a couple quarters on M&Ms when you already have them at home.

“We’ll be fine, everyone’s in their cars, we’re in our car…no one can see us.” Flip begins kissing your apprehension away, his tongue hot in your mouth as he trails his tongue across the edge of your lip.

“Except for the security that walks around.” You roll your eyes, letting yourself be manhandled and moved around, until you’re lying down comfortably among the pillows.

“I know the security, we’ll be fine.” Flip dismisses the concern and you can’t help but laugh at his flippancy.

You had made up your mind that you were going to let him fuck you at the drive-in a long time ago, but it was still fun to get him frustrated about it. He always had a bit of an edge when he was all riled up, and you can tell he’s riled up now.

“Say it again and maybe this time I’ll believe you.” You murmur against his lips one last time, adrenaline from the public act, so out in the open – literally under the stars – beginning to pound in your chest.

“If you seriously want me to stop, tell me.” He says, big brown eyes filled with the light from the screen.

He’s so handsome, too handsome for his own fucking good, you think, but if you tell him that now, his ego will go through the roof, so all you do is pat his cheek lovingly before shoving his head down playfully, and ordering him to, “Shut up and eat me out already.”

The one problem with this plan was that your genius husband didn’t take into account the fact that the bed of his truck isn’t long enough to fit the both of you the way he normally eats you out, without his legs hanging off the bottom. So after a moment or two of figuring out positioning, he settles on turning his whole self around. His feet rest by your head, and you pat his leg sweetly, rolling your eyes at him.

“Will you talk to me?” Flip props himself up on one elbow, eyes wide and eager, “Let me hear you?”

“Someone will hear!” You scoff in fond exasperation, giving his leg a shake.

“The movie’s so loud, and everyone’s got their windows rolled up, won’t you let me hear you?” He asks again, and you lick across your teeth and nod.

With that, he ducks his head under your skirt, and tugs aside your panties. You’re already a little wet, how could you not be with him hugging you close and kissing you throughout half of this movie? How could you not be, with the knowledge that this was coming?

His fingers slip between your folds and he begins the steady process of stretching you out just a little, just enough to get you to relax. He’s not going to dick you down out here, that would just be asking for trouble, so he doesn’t have to finger your pussy for long. Still, the two of you savor the feeling of his thick fingers shoving themselves up up up into you, and you do your best to swallow your moans.

Carefully, Flip builds up a rhythm that has you growing anxious for more, desperate for more. He’s not going fast enough to give you any proper friction, it’s slow, it’s tantalizing, it’s maddening. Your grip on his leg is all you give him as an indication, because you know that if you start begging now, you’ll be shouting it for the whole drive-in to hear.

Gripping his calf now, he gets the hint, and you can feel the hot breath of a chuckle ghost across your inner thigh as he positions himself perfectly to press his plush lips right against yours, kissing your pussy for a moment before his tongue finally finally finally drags through you.

You swallow down a moan, unable to stop the little sigh that escapes from your throat as he begins to make out with your cunt, his tongue thrusting shallowly at first as he licks and sucks on your folds. Teeth scraping gently over your flesh, you’re so sensitive already, your nipples hard in your blouse.

“How is your tongue so long?” You hiss out as quietly as you can, face already starting to pinch up in pleasure. You’ve completely given up on watching the movie, whatever troubles the characters are having require far more attention than you’re willing to give them.

“Like it?” He mumbles into your body, making you shiver all over, making you shudder, as his thick muscle rolls into you, dragging around patterns that have your head lolling back against the pillows.

“Yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Spreading your legs as far as they can go for him, you press your hips up to his face, feeling his nose breathe in against your thigh, panting against your cunt, “I could keep you here all day, you’re so good at this. My pussy eating champ, that’s what you are.”

“Pull on my hair.” Flip moans breathily, and you waste no time tangling a fist into his silky locks.

“Way a-fuckin’-head of you honey oh my god…!” Your eyes roll back as he responds to the yanking of his hair, so you do it again and again.

Holding him in place, you get so lost in your own pleasure that you’re not so certain you aren’t suffocating him. Flip’s got his arms wrapped around your thighs, hugging you tight to him as you squirm and whimper, your nipples rubbing and chafing against your blouse. One of your hands leaves his hair and pinches at it instead, the sting going straight to your clit.

Then he does something with his tongue, something so good, that you can’t help yourself as you yelp out an extremely too loud, “Oh fuck!!”

At once, Flip wrenches himself away, and at that moment, the entire drive-in theater is also screaming and cursing loudly, because blown up ultra-tall and extra-wide is the largest shark you’ve ever seen, mouth pried wide open showing off a row of teeth that have frightened the entire crowd.

“Holy shit!” Flip feels like he’s about to have a fucking heart attack, even has to slap a hand against his chest to catch his breath, your slick shining on his goatee, as the realization that the timing had saved your asses stuns him with its convenience, “That was close.”

“Sorry, you have to warn a girl before you do that though!” You smack at his bicep, big and strong and flexing in his flannel.

He snickers at you, pushes his fingers back up into your cunt as he settles right-side up next to you once more. He’s got his other arm settled underneath your head, acting like a pillow, as you throw your leg over his hip. Kissing him, you can taste yourself on his tongue, a reminder of where he just was, what you were both doing.

“Are you gonna come?” Flip asks as he strokes his fingers against your walls. You’re relaxed enough and stretched enough and certainly fucking wet enough now that he can fit three inside your cunt, and it’s almost like he’s fucking you with his cock from how thick that feeling is.

“Yeah, yes – I – I’m so close.” You grind down on his fingers, clutching and holding onto his flannel as you pant against his neck, chasing the feeling, knowing that your time is running out, knowing that the movie will be over soon.

“Want to come down my throat or on my fingers?” Flip kisses the top of your head, but you don’t have the energy to think.

“I – I – don’t make me choose.” You whine, eyes shutting tight as you bite your lip, his fingers pushing and pulling, in and out, in and out, thumb rubbing your clit, your whole body on fire there in the back of his fucking truck.

“On my fingers then,” Flip decides for you, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he speeds his hand up, “I want to watch you.”

It only takes a few more moments of attention before your body spasms against his chest. He fingers you through it, thrusts into your pussy as it clenches and throbs, comes comes comes all over his palm. He feels so accomplished, and you’re blissed out of your mind, and the people in the theater are screaming again, and none’s the wiser.

A few moments more, and you’re calmed down enough, snuggly again. Flip’s wiped himself away, cleaned up between your legs with his little towel, and cracked open a nice cold pop for the two of you to share sips from.

“Well, what’d you think?” He finally asks, making you scoff out a laugh, because of course it went well, of course it was amazing, your husband wouldn’t let you have anything less.

“I think…” You say, knowing that you’re likely going to do this again, likely going to want to do more than just get eaten out here in this makeshift bed, “You’re gonna need a bigger truck.”

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babbushka · 3 years

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hey zannah :) my mother tongue is german and sometimes when you use Yiddish in your writings I can vaguely understand what you mean without knowing Yiddish. For example: Mensch literally just means 'human' (which sounds kinda weird when you say that Flip's such a mensch lol) and ketsl sounds a lot like 'K��tzchen' (=kitten). Thats why I'm wanna know when you and flip use Yiddish (maybe even in your personal life; it would be so cool if you did :D) and how people around you might react to it. thx

Hello! Thank you so much for asking! Yiddish is a dialect born from German-Hebrew speakers, so that's why there are so many similarities between the languages :) I do use Yiddish in my personal life -- and so do Flip & His Darling Jewish Wife! Please enjoy these headcanons!

Flip's father was...a difficult man. After he saw the horrors of WW2 firsthand, when he saw the rising antisemitism in America and abroad, he decided the only way to keep his family safe was to become as assimilated as possible.

When he returned from war, he instructed his family that they would no longer be going to Synagogue, they would not be attending any Bar or Bat Mitzvahs, they were to give up celebrating their holidays, and they certainly would not be speaking Yiddish.

The Zimmermans were going to become just like any other family on the block, to try and limit the bigotry that would head their way.

Flip listened to his father, because that's what children did, and he all but forgot the language.

Until he meets the woman that he is certain, absolutely positively certain, that he is going to marry.

The first words out of your mouth when you accidentally smack him in the face with a snowball during a playful fight with your friend one winter, are yiddish.

"Oy gevault!" you all but shout, and Flip has to blink a couple times because it's been so long since he's heard the language from someone other than his mother (who all but ignored Flip's father's wishes and continued to do exactly what she wanted in defiance of him until the day he died)

When Flip starts dating you, it becomes clear that you speak Yiddish much better than he does, and he develops an insecurity about it.

You don't even think about it, the words just flow off your tongue, but he has to wrack his brain to try and remember the days of his childhood when he and his mother spoke exclusively in the language together.

It doesn't take long for you to realize he isn't as fluent as you are, so you make a conscious effort to speak it as much as possible around him, encourage him to speak it too. You write him notes in Yiddish, little love letters and grocery lists and errand tasks in the alphabet so he can get reacquainted with reading and writing it.

Over the years, he finds that something about you, something about being with you speaking to you listening and laughing with you, it all comes back.

His accent is a little rusty, and he's a little slower on the speaking than he is on the understanding, but when you're married and he has a home with you, and it's just the two of you, you're both almost exclusively speaking in Yiddish.

You laugh in Yiddish and you curse in Yiddish and you argue in Yiddish, and Flip knows that somewhere deep down in his chest, something is being fulfilled. He's no longer bogged down by the shame and fear his father instilled in him, he can be more freely himself, at the very least around you.

When he has children of his own, when he sees you cooing and whispering to them sweet nothings in your ancestral tongue, teaching them the words of a language that was almost completely destroyed by hatred, it reminds him of his own mother: resilient and strong, proud of your heritage and culture despite those that try to silence you.

And Flip's so glad that he met you, and fell in love with you, because it allowed him to be resilient and proud too.

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babbushka · 3 years

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What’s Flips favorite Sex position, favorite form of foreplay, and his favorite cuss word and insult? If he having fun on his birthday so far?

Oh I love these!!!

Favorite sex position: The pretzel dip!! I don’t know why it’s called that, but it’s got deeper penetration while still maintaining eye contact, which is what Flip loves more than anything. He’s a man who loves sex, but he’s a softie lol.

Favorite form of foreplay: Arguing. Listen Flip loves to have teasing, playful, sensual arguments. He’s Jewish, bickering is in his blood, and nothing gets that blood pumping more than when he can get into a heated debate with the love of his life over something innocuous and stupid!

Favorite curse word: Cunt. He calls everything a cunt, lmao, this morning he accidentally hit the mailbox with the tail of his truck and called it a cunt for being in his way lmao

Favorite insult: You know I don’t think he has a reoccurring insult that he uses! He just very seriously and with a deadpan expression eviscerates them without the bat of an eye. Although I honestly think that when he doesn’t say anything at all, and just gives a withering glare...that’s his favorite lol.

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babbushka · 3 years

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Good morning from rainy old England again! 💙 First of all, I’m so excited for all the up coming pieces of work that are going to come from your sweet Husbands birthday session! Thank you so much for doing this for us 💙🥰 You’ve given us work like this before; but what would happen if one day Flip came home after a bad day of work and just needed some love from his wife? Nothing crazy, maybe just her asking if he needs and hug and him swan diving into her arms or something? Doesn’t have to be heavy or angsty, just our sweet old Mr and Mrs Zimmerman showing each other some love 🥺

Hello my dear friend! Thank you so much for sending this is! I hope you enjoy the fluff :)

1k, cw: mention of baby zimmerman, mostly just flip being a grouch lol

You smell him, before you see him. The moment he opens the door, an unfamiliar waft of tobacco hits your nose, and for a split second, you panic that it might not be your husband at all, until you hear the familiar curse under his breath as he drops his keys, and you smile.

“Honey? I’m home.” Flip calls from the foyer in the way that he does every day when he arrives at a decent hour, but even still, right away you can sense something’s off.

And you’re right, because as you round the corner to greet your lumberjack, he looks more surly than usual. He’s got a scowl set deep into his forehead, his lips tugged down into a firm frown. With a soft smile, you extend a hand for him and he takes it happily, lets himself be tugged into the kitchen where something hot and fresh is waiting for him.

“Rough day?” You ask even though you know the answer is yes, “You look like you’re going to kill something.”

“I fuckin’ feel like I want to.” Flip groans a little, sees his son sitting happily in his high chair playing with cheerios on the little tray in front of him, and gets over himself. “Just a lot of bullshit, one stupid fuckin’ thing after another.”

Picking the baby up, the boy’s bright eyes crinkle at the corners when he bursts into happy giggles, the kind that Flip’s never sure whether or not the baby is making fun of him, or just glad to see him. You always tease that it’s both, but either way, he smooches the boy right on his dimples in greeting, and sets him back down on his chair.

“Want to tell me about it?” You watch the interaction fondly from the fridge where you hand him a beer, one that he takes gratefully.

Flip wasn’t much of a talker around other people, he was observant more than anything, preferred to sit and watch from the sidelines, absorbing information like a sponge. It’s what made him such a great detective – he was stoic, and composed, and more or less a fly on the wall.

Except for when he’s just around you, in which case you’d be hard pressed to get him to shut up.

“Well first of fuckin’ all, someone parked in my goddamn spot. I’ve had the same parking spot for seven years at this fuckin’ station and someone decided to park there. New kid, Jones? Rookie didn’t know any better so I let it go. But then, the guy used my mug – you know the one I keep in the rec room? So now the kid’s officially on my shit list.”

Flip rambles on and on, listing off the things that he can remember in the moment.

“I had a meeting with Trapp where he basically told me and Ron we’ve got to push harder with the case because the FBI is going to get involved which is always such a fucking pain in the ass and we need to finish our work before they take over and have jurisdiction. And on top of all of that, I’m out of fuckin’ cigarettes at the office.”

“Oh shit, why didn’t you call me I would’ve brought you some.” Eyes widening, you feel for him. You knew Flip has been a smoker since he was thirteen and had no plans to start quitting anytime soon, and you also knew how big of a bitch he could be when he has to go without them.

Flip scrubs a hand over his face and shrugs, “I didn’t want to bother you, I bummed a couple off of Jimmy but he smokes Marlboro and you know how much I fuckin’ hate Marlboro.”

“I did think you smelled off.” You tease then, wanting to try and get him in a lighter mood. “I got worried for a sec, thought you might be sneakin’ off to another woman.”

“As if you’re not too much to handle as it is!” Flip scoffs, before rounding the kitchen table and pulling you into a tight hug, attacking your throat with bites that have you squirming out of his grip with a grin.

“Bullshit, you like that I’m high maintenance.” You wink at him, dancing just out of his reach, making him hunt after you, long legs making that job easier.

“Yeah I do.” He catches you, eyes flicking down to your lips.

You get the hint, and loop your arms over his strong shoulders, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck, twisting and twirling it between your fingers as he calms down, asking, “Kiss me a little?”

Flip hopes that his son is still working on those cheerios as he tips your chin up and captures your mouth with his. Almost at once you can feel the tension slip out of his body, he sighs out a long held breath of relief, finally back in your arms. It really was the best place for him to be, for everyone’s sake.

As your tongues slide against one another, eyes closed, lashes brushing against your cheek as your noses bump together, somewhere in the back of your mind you feel bad for Flip’s coworkers – you can only imagine the state he had been in all day.

“Next time call me, I’ll bring you smokes.” You pat at his chest when the kiss ends, and Flip nods appreciatively.

“God what the fuck would I do without you?” Flip asks dreamily, pinching at your ass as you step away from him.

Flip follows you, because Flip doesn’t really do much else when he’s home other than follow you around and bug you all day long.

“Die probably.” You throw over your shoulder as you check to make sure the baby is okay.

“Yeah, probably.” He agrees with a knowing nod, which makes you laugh, which in turn makes the baby laughs, and Flip can’t help but think how fuckin’ glad he is to be home.

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babbushka · 3 years

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This request is dumb but I’ve been sitting on it for a while so I’m just gonna throw it out there and see what you think 😂 I love the post you made about Flip being the good husband that he is in doing yard work and stuff. I had a thought of what Flip would think of his Mrs if he came home and found her doing some manual work outside or something. Like, “oh my God, that’s my wife and she looks so hot right now 😍😍😍” Haha! Again, it’s just a silly little idea but I’m just throwing it out there 😂 xx

Anonymous said: Flip throwing his Mrs over his shoulders 😍 I think about it being some sweet chase/play thing sort of like when they play wrestled in another one shot 🥺

1k, no warnings just fluff!

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and Flip is in a good fuckin’ mood. He’s off work early today, something about him workin’ too much last week and needing to balance the overtime, so it’s only a little after one o’clock that he finds himself heading back home to you. Windows rolled down, breeze in his hair, Flip smokes his camel and taps his hand on the leather of the steering wheel along with the beat of the music coming through the radio, humming along in the back of his throat.

If you were here with him, you’d be singing unashamedly, laughing and beaming at him. He doesn’t mind the solitary drive though, not when he knows he’s on his way to you. What a surprise it’s going to be for you, he thinks, he almost always calls before he heads home. Not today though, today he wants to be a little sneaky.

He stopped at the florist on the way home from work, picked up a big bouquet of those flowers you like, knowing that it’ll be a perfect touch to your spring themed dining table. He also picked up something sweet for you from the bakery that’s conveniently next door to the florist, and can’t wait to see your reaction.

In fact, he’s so wrapped up in thinking about you and how lucky he is to have you, that he almost thinks he’s hallucinating when he pulls the Chevy up to the driveway, parks, gets out of the car and gets an eyeful of you, not able to stop the raise of his eyebrow as he blurts out,

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Philly!” You gasp with joy as you abandon your task, a great big toothy grin splitting your cheeks. Dusting your hands off on the apron you wear, you half run half skip down the driveway, throwing yourself into his arms. “You’re home so early!”

When your bodies collide, Flip’s eyes close as his mouth meets yours. You’re smiling a little too hard to really pucker up properly, but that doesn’t stop Flip. He grabs at your face with his big warm palms while your arms wrap around his thick waist, and he litters your cheeks with wet smacking smooches that have you laughing and laughing.

“Excuse me ma’am, but what the hell are you doing in the dirt like this?” Flip pinches at your nose and gives your face a shake, “You’ve got it all over you.”

You had been doing some digging out in the front of the house before Flip caught you, and when he looks over he can still see your small trowel and little buckets.

“Oh I was just getting some weeding done, I didn’t want the tulips to suffer.” You wave your hand dismissively, and Flip can only smirk.

“They suffer?” He asks, playfully scandalized, and you nod solemnly.

“They suffer.” You tease right back, before cracking up into a laugh again. You knew it was silly, how much you cared for the tulips that grew in the pretty flower beds outside your house, but now that it was Spring you were too excited to not tend to them.

Flip knows this, but even as he sighs dramatically and shifts his old on you so that he’s got one arm slung across your shoulders, letting you lead him into the house, he can’t help but keep teasing.

“Well then you tell me about it, and I’ll do it for you.” He says seriously, “What kinda husband am I, lettin’ his fox of a wife do work out in the hot sun? You’re makin’ me look bad, ketsl.”

You huff out a chuckle – you didn’t have any neighbors for just about a mile in any direction being all the way up in the mountains like you were, no one is around to see.

“Aw it’s not so bad, I’ve got a big pitcher of iced tea and everything. Want a glass?” You bump your hip against his as the two of you walk up the steps of the front porch.

“Nope, you can’t distract me like that,” He shakes his head, “Is this what you do when I’m gone, hm? Toil away in the dirt when you’re supposed to be pamperin’ yourself and relaxing?”

“Flip! It was just for a few minutes I promise – ah!” You’re just about to roll your eyes when suddenly you’re upside down, Flip’s arms having slung you over his shoulder.

He’s strong, your man, and you’ve always been impressed with the way he can so easily lift you up, even if it makes your stomach swoop. You smack against his back and he just chuckles, as he nudges open the front door with his big cowboy boot.

Flip pats at your ass once or twice, before setting you right, your nose crinkled up in a playful scowl. He wishes every day could be like this; coming home early to you, when the sunshine still pours through the open curtains of the windows. You’re not working on dinner yet, Flip can tell by the way the house doesn’t smell savory, but that’s okay – in fact, that’s more than okay. It’s still early, and that gives Flip time to get to work up an appetite with you.

Despite being covered in dirt from the flower boxes, Flip doesn’t want to be anywhere other than right up next to you, so he doesn’t let you get too far before pinching your chin between his fingers.

“You’re my girl?” He asks softly, dipping down to rub his big nose against yours, lips ghosting over one another.

“I’m your girl.” You nod with another one of those heart-melting smiles, kissing the corner of his mouth before asking, “Are you really home for the whole rest of the day?”

“You fuckin’ bet ketsl,” Flip replies, making your whole face brighten up in a way that only has Flip feeling over the fucking moon, before he puts on his detective voice and orders, “Now get your ass upstairs and let me pinch at you in the shower.”

An order to which you happily comply.

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babbushka · 3 years

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First of all Mrs Zimmerman, I’d like to say I hope you’re having a marvellous day with your husband 😂 Work and graduate studies have been kicking me to the curb lately and I’m more tired now than even haha. It got my thinking that what if one day Flip stumbled upon his wife either fully asleep or almost there, and he gets all soft and carries her to bed and brushed the hair out of her face and just gets all lovely. I’m in need of some serious TLC right now if you can’t tell hahah xx

Anonymous said: From those new prompts, can you please do “come here, I’ll carry you” for Flip? Something nice and romantic with him?

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this fluff!!

1.1k; fluff, cw: mention of the zimmerman babies

Every noise that Flip makes, feels like thunder in the dead quiet of night; the closing of his car door, the key in the lock, the creak of his boots on the hardwood floors of the foyer -- even the way he sets his keys and wallet down on the credenza in the hall feels too loud. The clock chimes three in the morning, and Flip winces, because he had really fucking hoped he wouldn’t be out this late.

Not because he’s tired (even though he is), or because he dislikes his job (even though some days are harder to manage than others), but because he knows that however late he stays out, that’s exactly as late as you stay up. Case in point, he can see the gentle flicker of the television illuminating the living room, volume turned off so it’s just the images.

Making his way through the house as silently as he possibly can, he sees the backlit beauty of you curled up on the couch, your arms hugging a pillow and a quilt tucked over your legs.

“You better not still be awake.” Flip murmurs gently, puffing on his cigarette as he shucks out of his sherpa jacket.

You only stretch, your arms and legs reaching the far ends of the couch before sighing and extending those arms to him, wanting him close, needing him near.

“I’m not.” You have a smile in your voice as you tease him with a mumbled, “I’m asleep.”

Shaking his head, Flip steps down into the sunken living room and shoves his body into position right against you, tucking your head underneath his chin so that the cigarette doesn’t accidentally touch you.

“Ketsl I’ve told you not to bother waitin’ up for me – ”

“I know, but I like waiting for you.” You dismiss his comment. This was nothing new for the two of you, at first it was just the worry of him out there being in danger that kept you awake, but now it’s the simple fact of, “I miss you. It doesn’t feel right goin’ to sleep without you.”

“You mean without me suffocatin’ you?” Flip snorts out a laugh and you chuckle.

Flip notoriously slept directly on top of you every single night, had done so ever since he came back home from ‘Nam. He didn’t have a more preferred pillow in the world than the one your chest provided for him, and he got so used to nuzzling his face right against your cleavage that only recently he had thought about the fact that you must’ve gotten used to his weight on top of you over the years too.

“Mmmhmm,” You give him a sleepy silly grin, snuggling against him, “You’re the best blanket.”

“You know I’d rather be here than on a stakeout. Please tell me you got a bit of a nap in at least.” He worries, with the way that you work so hard all the time, he doesn’t want you to burn out. Especially with the newborn, you need as much rest as you can get.

“Uhhuh,” You yawn, “For about an hour after the kids went to bed.”

“They give you any trouble?” Flip knows the answer is no, he doesn’t know how the hell you’ve done it, but your two children are pretty well behaved. He’s sure that when they get older it’ll be a different story, but for now, they’re really good toddlers.

“No, just asked where their Pop was, that’s all.” You explain, and Flip’s heart squeezes.

“Well I’m home now, let’s get on up to bed.” Flip pinches your nose between his fingers and gives your face a little shake, but you crack open an eye and crane your neck up to look at him with confusion.

“Aren’t you gonna eat your dinner? I kept it warm for you.” You ask, and Flip winces again, feeling like an asshole.

“The guys ordered takeaway, I’m sorry.” He chews on the inside of his cheek, before kisses the corner of your mouth and giving your nose a pinch one more time, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

Getting off the couch, Flip takes long strides into the kitchen, where in fact a delicious looking dinner has been kept wrapped in foil and sat on the warming plate for who fucking knows how long. He feels like shit, because you always went through so much extra effort to make sure he was comfortable when he came home, and he couldn’t even be home to enjoy it.

He’ll have it as lunch tomorrow, but still. He wishes he could have had it fresh with you at the table. Putting the wrapped dinner in the fridge and making sure the warming plate it turned off, Flip heads back to the living room where he sees you waiting for him at the foot of the stairs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He puts his hands on his hips, and you give him another one of your sleep-silly smiles.

“Going upstairs?” You try, but Flip’s shaking his head as he approaches you, making you bite at your lip and anticipate being picked up.

“Come here, I’ll carry you.” Right on cue, he swoops you up into a bridal carry, never getting tired of the feeling of his muscles flexing to support you. Everything he does is for you, and he’s not going to stop for as long as he’s able.

“’Kay.” You rest your head against his shoulder, your hand patting his cheek sweetly as you let out a big yawn, “You’re so strong.”

“Mhm, just for you.” Flip replies, loving how warm and soft you get when it’s late. He loves you feisty and loud and like the energetic chatterbox you have the tendency to be when you’re more awake, but something about the night hours has you extra sweet.

“I told them that you’re out workin’ hard to keep us safe.” You continue the conversation from earlier in that way that you sometimes do, especially when your thoughts are disconnected from being tired.

Putting you down on the mattress, you immediately settle in with a happy sigh. Flip works on shucking his clothes off, desperately in need of a shower but too tired to really deal with one, and climbs in along with you.

“How about tomorrow you and me take them down to the park, hm? That sound good? We can let them feed the ducks.” He kisses you, but you’re already asleep.

He’ll never get over it, he thinks. With a shake of his head, he kisses you one last time and sighs out a content yawn of his own, before joining you in dreamland.

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babbushka · 3 years

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i would love to hear about how young flip asked us to be his girlfriend and go on the first date i imagine he would be so cute and flustered lol!

Thank you so much for asking!! Please enjoy these headcanons! (Set in the Flip & His Darling Jewish Wife AU)

To say that Flip was nervous, was an understatement. Today was the day, he decided. His hands are clammy, he's dizzy, his stomach is all in knots, and it's all because he had finally decided, after about eight months, to ask you out.

Eight, excruciatingly long months...both for him to have to work up the courage, and for everyone around him to watch him flounder.

He had tried in the past of course, had decided that The Day was here about a dozen different times, but each and every time he just chickened out.

And what's worse, but in those eight months that he was too nervous to just fuckin' say it, you had gotten yourself a boyfriend. That had killed Flip, he had moped for four months about it, until well...well.

You don't have a boyfriend anymore.

And Flip needed to get his feelings off his fuckin' chest before some other guy did.

It was hard! Why was it so hard to just ask you out? Why was it so hard for him to just admit he was in love with you and wanted to spend the rest of his life with you? You were his best friend, you spent all your time together anyway, it should be easy.

But one look at your beautiful smile and all the thoughts emptied out of his head.

Not today though, he's determined, fuckin' determined. It's been too long, his entire family is starting to get antsy about it (they keep almost referring to you as his girlfriend and have to catch themselves), he's starting to look like an idiot to his friends -- so he's going to just fucking ask you.

You had invited him over for dinner, the way you often do, when your parents are out late working and you'd like the company. When you'd like his company.

Flip had decided that after dinner was finished and you're cozied up on the couch together, that's when he'll ask you.

Except that of course, you beat him to it.

"Is there something wrong with me?" You had said out of nowhere, eyes still focused on the black and white television in your living room, watching some variety show Flip didn't know the name of.

"What do you mean?" He panicked, adrenaline rushing in his chest, his pulse rabbiting in his throat.

"It's been almost a year since we've known each other and you haven't asked me out on a date, not even once." You explained, making Flip wince hard, "I just was wondering if there was something wrong, if you don't like me like that."

"You -- I -- no, honey, no there's nothin' wrong with you." Flip stutters and stammers because dammit! Dammit this isn't how he was supposed to ask, with your wide eyes filled with unshed tears of rejection. He feels like shit, he never wanted you to feel unwanted. "Truth is, I've wanted to ask you for about a year now."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Ask me then."

And he knew in that moment, that he was going to marry you. He knew right then and there, the way you were so sure of what you wanted, the way you didn't shy away from asking him for it -- he'd give you anything. He is going to give you everything.

So he asks you with a shaky voice, and you say yes, and he can barely contain himself, practically running home after you say goodnight for the evening, shouting down the street red in the face with excitement as he excitedly calls for his, "Ma!!!!!"

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