A/N:This is sort of a follow up to Take me, thanks to a suggestion made by @jamesbuchananbarnesslut​.

Tom’s P.O.V.

The soft but startling feeling of sunlight on my face woke me up from a deep slumber. I did not remember falling asleep, but considering the night’s activities, that wasn’t all that surprising.

I could still barely believe what had happened. After years of dreaming about it, I finally had my best friend naked in bed, writhing with pleasure underneath me. It was everything I’d always hoped for, and the fact that she’d allowed me to enact every single one of my wildest fantasies only made me grow harder as I realized morning woods had a completely different meaning when I knew she was right next to me.

Except…

I couldn’t turn around to check on her, and when I opened my eyes, I realized it was because all of my limbs had been expertly tied with what looked like my shirts, to each and every corner of my bed.

The immediate panic had me surging against the binds, but just as I tried to move, my body was pulled back against the mattress again. I was about to start screaming for Y/N when the door of my room was opened and in she came, glancing at me like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“What is this?” I asked, trying to sound angry but obviously just coming across as amused, which was my actual emotion. She simply giggled, slowly climbing onto the bed and walking on her hands and knees towards my body, wearing nothing but my shirt.

The sight had me licking my lips as I watched the way the sunlight danced over her skin. God, I wanted to lick it all over again.

“Untie me,” I urged, eyes still focused on the space between her legs that the edge of the shirt kept hidden from me. “I’m still not done with you, darling.”

The smirk she gave me was chill-inducing, but in the best possible way. I could already feel my toes curling from the warmth of her thighs as she climbed further up, until she was hovering just over my head.

“You’ve had your fun yesterday, Tommy,” she whispered, caressing my jaw with soft hands. “Now it’s my turn.” I was about to point out that she seemed to have had the time of her life yesterday, but before I could, her lips were on mine, controlling the kiss and taking my breath away.

“And I won’t let you leave until I’ve had my fill.” I expected her to lower her perfect little pussy on my face after such a warning, but instead, she made me look her in the eye, still cradling my face, as she asked, “Do you trust me?”

It was the same question I’d asked her the night before, when I refused to even touch her until I heard the confirmation fall from her lips. The reminder made me smile, and there was no doubt in my mind as to what my answer would be.

“Blindly.”

She captured my lips with hers once more, sealing my heavenly fate. I couldn’t wait to be but an instrument for her pleasure.

And she started by riding my face.

The sweetness I’d grown accustomed to the night before was still as overwhelmingly delicious. Despite the uncomfortable feeling of being stuck to one specific position, I settled down to enjoy the taste and the view of her tits bouncing freely underneath the shirt she wore, making my cock twitch in need.

I still hadn’t had the pleasure of feeling her tight cunt embrace me, but the longer I spent with her nude body, the more desperate I became.

However, that experience we shared after a couple of beers hadn’t been about me. It was about showing her the pleasure that she deserved, the pleasure I could give to her, should she allow me to.

Thankfully, it seemed like my goal had been achieved, and she was now willing to give a relationship with me a try. Or at least, I hoped this was what she was saying with the rhythmic way she kept rubbing her cunt against my face, slathering her wetness all over my chin. And I was here for the road.

She had tempted me for so long. But now, she was finally mine. I wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let her pretend this was strictly sexual when I had so many feelings for the woman on top of me. She grabbed my hair to help her movements as they grew frantic, and we moaned in unison, me at the slight pain at my scalp and her as she rode down the orgasm she took from me.

Since my thirst for Flip has not been sated, I’ve written some hc’s n stuff

Fluff mainly bc I’m in that mood oof (also I haven’t seen Blackkklansman, so I might get his personality wrong and I’m sowwy if I do ;<;)

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- Winter with Flip is very… warm. Hot chocolate, sitting by the fire, scarves and sweaters, baked goods and the big warm teddy bear that Flip is. Winter also brings a lot of cases for Flip, unfortunately. Most of the nights he comes home late, groggy and in need of a nap.

- Snuggles are big at this time of year too. He would normally come home, give you a few smooches and mumbled complaints, then pass out on your shared bed. Once you were ready, you would slip in to join him, pressing against his chest. He would smile in his sleep and wrap his arm around you, nuzzling his face into your neck and kissing along it.

- Whenever you make your delicious baked goods, Flip would sit and watch you, sneaking a bit of this or that behind your back or while giving you neck kisses.

- He would watch you as you bake, giving you little compliments and notes as you move around the kitchen, trying to help you along. You’d take your food out and he’d be all over it the moment it does, trying to pick at it, no matter how hot it might be.

- Your little fireplace would be the best place to sit, two large chairs but one empty as you take a seat on Flip’s lap. As the fire burns on, he’d place kisses on your neck and jawline and slip his hand between your legs. You’d sneak your face between his scarf and his neck to nip at him, his scruff prickling at your lips.

- If you ever got sick, he’d always check in on you, at work or at home. He’d do whatever you’d ask and get you whatever you needed, although you’d have to shove him away when trying to get in bed with you, making sure he wouldn’t get sick because of you.

- When it rains or snows, Flip loves to look out the window and listen to it with you in his arms. He’d be lost in thought looking out there, the rain and sleet rhythmic on the roof and window. It’s always calmed him, and you in his arms makes it simply perfect.

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Oof im sorry I keep writing and obsessing over Flip, but GOD is he goooooooood! ugh i love him I neeeed to see the movie soon or imma die

For the HANDLE WITH CARE prompt from @allvalley100 . It’s not too late to play this game, right?

Set sometime in season 5. Spoilers for the trailer.

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Miguel sits in the backseat, unresponsive.

“C’mon,” Robby says, reaching out, but Miguel continues to stare blankly out the window.

Robby really needs to know what happened at the fight, to make Miguel act like this, to have worked his dad into the state he was in, but this wasn’t the time. In the distance, a bottle shatters, reminding him of their current situation.

“We gotta go.”

He grabs Miguel’s sleeve and gently tugs him out of the car. Miguel goes without resistance.

Pulling Miguel’s arm over his shoulder, Robby begins his second assisted trudge back to the hotel room.