these gifs are absolute shit

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good job jassper

About the ship wars on this fandom (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ♫・*:.。. .。.:*・

Seriously guys, why don’t you just use your energy and love to create content to your OWN ship(s) and characters you like instead of using it to HATE and talk shit about the others??!!! Please??!! Thank you!!!??

Mornings with Tom would include:

•You always wake up first
•Always
•Tom being a little shit and never wanting to get up
•But you can’t really blame him cause he works so hard
• “Tom I won’t kiss you all day if you don’t get up”
•Tom whining
•You eventually win
•But he demands a kiss right then because without one, he’ll “never get to energy to fully wake up”
• “What do you want for breakfast?”
• “You.”
•And then sex
•You make him pancakes
•Which results in a food fight
•And ends with burnt pancakes
• “Thomas Stanley Holland! Look what you’ve done!”
•Tom knowing he’d really done it this time cause you used his full name
•Having to take a shower to get all the pancake batter off you
• “We should save water by showering together”
•Which results in more sex
•Harrison walking into the kitchen while you guys are still in the shower
• “WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU GUYS DONE!?”
•You and Tom panicking
•Tom turns it into a mission to escape the house without Harrison finding you two
•Of course Tom falls flat on his face two seconds into the game cause he’s a clumsy little shit
•Harrison hearing the crash and finding you two very quickly
• “I hate both of you so much”

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A/N: this is absolute shit I’ve never done one of these before and this started out as an imagine and then I realized c'mon we’re talking about Tom here this kind of thing would happen like every morning so I turned it into this and yeah

Title: Lost in Translation
Character: Shaun Murphy
Previous Part: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/166096152667/title-secondhand-memories-character-shaun-murphy

Your hand absentmindedly reached up to rub the remaining sleep from your eyes as you readjusted your bag strap on your shoulders. Glancing down at your phone for the time before you pushed open the door to the hospital, bidding a short good morning to the guard by the enterence.

When you looked back up from your phone, you saw Shaun standing right in the center of the lobby. He was dressed in his usual blue scrubs and coat, he was looking right at you until your gazes met. He gave you a stiff wave and then kept his eyes on his folded hands.

“Dr. Murphy?” You said as you walked up to him, hands in your pockets. “You’re early today.”

“Yes, I am,” Shaun reaffirmed, clearing his throat as he looked back at you. “You weren’t here yesterday.”

You shook your head. “No, I wasn’t. But I’m fine now, no need to worry.”

“I did though,” He said over you. “I was worried something had happened because you weren’t sleeping. Did you rest like you promised?”

You smiled. “Yes, I did. I’m sorry for making you worry. It was just a bug is all, Claire told me she’d give me a stern talking to if I didn’t stay home till I felt better.”

“Why don’t you take care of yourself?” Shaun asked after a short pause.

It took you a second to get back from the minor shock of being asked such a blunt question. “I do take care of myself.” You said with a short laugh.

“But you just said Claire was the one who made you take off work even though you were sick. And she told me you had a very long history of doing this kind of thing.”

You remained silent, and Shaun took it as a sign to elaborate further.

“I understand that as a doctor your schedule isn’t always the same, but you should try to make sure you’re healthy and-”

“Uhm, I should probably-” You broke to point aimlessly in some direction. “-I should go get my scrubs on. I’ll see you later.”

Shaun couldn’t even think of a response before you all but sprinted away from him to your locker.

Shaun didn’t see you for the rest of the day, even on the busiest of days; he’d always manage to at least catch a glance of you. But it was like you weren’t even in the hospital again.

After his shift was over, Shaun was quick to change into street clothes; practically shoving his coat on as he quickly walked to the main enterence lobby.

He looked around, seeing the usual receptionist and guard that covered the night shifts, and a couple people hanging around the sitting area as they read magazines or talked to one another while drinking out of cheap, plastic coffee cups.

You usually left late, so he figured he’d wait around and catch you before you left. He didn’t fully understand what had made you so upset, but it felt like it was something he said.

Shaun looked down at his phone to look at the time, fifteen minutes had past and still nothing.

He continued to do the same thing, checking precisely every fifteen minutes for around two hours. Looking up everytime he heard footsteps; expecting to see you walking up to the doors or tying back your hair.

He took another look at the time, Shaun would have to leave now if he wanted to catch the bus home. He looked up one final time, glancing at the various enters into the lobby, but no one came by.

Shaun stood up, sliding his phone into his pocket as he started towards the exit. Maybe he could find you tomorrow.

Shaun stood in front of the mirror, ruffling around his hair as he looked down at his phone for the time. He was at least half an hour ahead of his normal schedule, wanting to get at the hospital so he was certain he’d catch you come into work.

But when he went into the hospital as usual, you were now the one standing in the middle of the room; waiting on him.

You weren’t dressed in your scrubs, but Shaun saw you rocking back and forth on your feet and you gave him a small smile when you two saw each other.

“Morning, Shuan,” You said when you walked up to him. “How was the bus ride here?”

“Normal, well not exactly, I was early so the usual people weren’t there.” Shaun explained.

You nodded. “I wanted to say sorry, for avoiding you yesterday.”

“I had planned on talking to you about it,” He looked down at you. “I was worried that you’d still be upset with me.”

“Oh no, I wasn’t upset with you. I think I was upset with myself because I knew you were right and I had to confront the issue; I wanted to ignore it for a little longer.”

“Well good,” Shaun said with a nod. “Are we still friends?”

“Course,” You affirmed with a laugh. “I would never be upset with someone for something so trivial. I know you had good intentions when you asked me about it.”

Shaun nodded again. “Good,” He repeated, not entirely sure how to carry on the conversation.

You inhaled, your shoulders rising slightly as you did so. “I should go get ready for work, I’m sure Claire’s trying to hunt me down as we speak.”

Shaun smiled. “I’ll see you around today then?”

You nodded. “Absolutely.”

ISAAC LAHEY X READER

ANCHOR

Request: Can I request an Isaac Lahey imagine where Y/N is a newly turned wolf and doesn’t have an anchor since Isaac left her for Allison, but she needs him? I love your writing!!💜💜

includes: angst, almost turning, fluff, flirting, more angst, etc.

gif: ? (let me know so I can cred!)

X

Crowds of crimson were smushed into the stadiums, their cheers echoing around the sun sparkled field where the lacrosse match was currently being held. To mark the end of spirit week, Beacon Hills would host its annual bonfire and post lacrosse school celebration, one (Y/N) had no interest in attending whatsoever, yet found herself wandering into. Two french braids framed either side of her weary face, her lips bent into a semi-permanent frown, her chest covered with a bright red lacrosse tee sporting the number 14 on the back. She grimaced lightly as she tried to squeeze between the rows of students and to an empty seat close to the grass. She folded her legs, eyes glowing under the light as she caught sight of number fourteen himself sprinting across the field and effortlessly scoring a goal, to which the crowd erupted in applause. She smiled a little, freezing over when Isaac’s unmistakable blue eyes caught her from across the field, as she could feel them boring into her from all the way in her seat. He flashed her a big grin, so she pursed her lips and waved politely back, her chest tightening with pain. She used to come to every game to support Isaac, but as this was her first in ages, the first where that boy on the field was but an acquaintance at this point, remembering the past and how he’d send her those smiles only hurt. 

The sun began to set, casting a pink hazy glow over the grass, the scoreboards lighting up neon red and illuminating Beacon Hill’s close score with the visiting high school. There were two minutes left on the clock, and the boys stood like a wall as they formed a stance in the center of the field, their last shot to take the win. Everyone’s colorful signs were still, bodies unmoving as they tensed. A whistle went off, and a blur of colors went running in all directions. First to McCall, then number 20, then by some miracle Stiles didn’t drop the ball, then to number 14; Isaac. As the last seconds ticked to a stop, his eyes gravitated to (Y/N), and she gave him a small nod and a mutter beneath her breath.

“You got this.”

She knew he’d heard, the little tilt of his jaw as the ball whizzed into the net told her that. Then students burst from their seats like popcorn, screaming and jumping to their victory, many pouring from the stadiums and onto the field. The girl stood, shoulder bumping someone’s as she rose, her focus landing on a shorter girl with brown eyes and a distinct face. Her breath hitched at once, praying the girl didn’t recognize her, but that look of fear and recognition said otherwise. 

“You’re-” the girl gaped, but (Y/N) was already sprinting away and melting into the crowd in a matter of seconds.

She spun around, making sure she’d lost the girl, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. Then she was split from the crowd and pushed to the middle of the field, where the boys had grouped and were huddled around Lahey, whose name echoed around the stadium. He smiled, drunk on the victory as he was hustled from the group, his blue eyes lifting and freezing on the girl. She gave a half smile, and he went to approach her at once, but was cut off by a brunette who’d barreled into him, none other than Alison Argent. She threw her arms around his neck, and his smile faded as he was distracted, lifting his gaze a second later but catching no sign of (Y/N). He pat Alison gently and peeled her off, saying something to her and running into the crowd before she processed his goodbye.

“(Y/N)!” he called, and though his voice was drowned out by students, he knew she’d hear it. “I know you hear my voice, just, come back, okay?”

He finally broke from the crowd and saw her, arms folded over her crimson top, her back against the edge of the stadium. 

“You’re here,” he breathed with relief, skipping over to her.

His blonde curls were plastered to his sweaty skin, his blue eyes alight and bright under the big white lights, his arms smeared in dirt and grass. God, was he a sight for sore eyes.

“Where else would I be?” she tried playfully.

“I don’t know, actually,” Isaac stopped, leaning against the bleachers beside her, “wherever you’ve been hiding these past weeks?”

“Oh,” her smile faltered, “yeah I’ve just been, uh-”

“Busy,” Isaac nodded solemnly, “yeah.”

“You were great out there though,” she tried to lighten the mood. “Remember when we used to practice together?”

“If by practice you mean you’d throw me a ball and I’d catch it with superhuman speed, and then I’d throw one and you’d miss it and it would somehow hit you in the face by accident-”

“Oh shut it, Lahey,” she giggled, giving him a shove.

He smiled wide, “couldn’t forget it. Oh and cute jersey,” he added, “a little big though. You must’ve got it off some really tall and handsome guy I bet, one with a smolder to make the girls swoon,” he teased.

“He’s actually pretty average,” she shrugged with a grin.

“Ouch,” he covered his heart with mock hurt. “But I bet you might be good at lacrosse now.”

“Why so?” she pondered.

“Well, now you have the…gift.” He said it quietly like someone was listening, but of course no one was.

“Sure, if that’s what you call it,” she laughed bitterly, “some gift.”

“Why the long face?” he tapped her nose lightly, “It’s a blessing in disguise.”

“Not really,” she said with a sigh, “that’s actually why I’m here.”

“What?” Isaac inquired, eyes narrowing. “So you didn’t come to see the game to see m-” he paused thinking over his words, “us.”

“No,” she admitted, folding her arms over her chest. “Well, sort of.”

“What gives?” he questioned, trying not to seem taken aback.

“My father is here,” she muttered.

“That asshole,” Isaac groaned and shook his head in disgust.

Her father, one of many Beacon Hill’s policeman, was not only a strict officer, but also a terrible excuse at a good parent. He’d left his wife, hurt his daughter, and to say they didn’t get along would be an understatement.

“I know, just, shhh, okay?! He’s here because a girl was near the woods the other day and got attacked by a creature and she goes here, so he’s, you know, patrolling.”

“What!?” Isaac gaped. “What attacked h-”

He froze, icy eyes glazing over, jaw setting as a realization settled on his features, “you did not.”

“I may have,” she grimaced.

“Oh my god!” he panicked silently, grabbing her by the shoulders and shifting her behind the bleachers where it was completely empty. “What the hell did you do?!”

“I’m sorry, okay!” she threw her hands up in defense, “it was really late and I’d lost control, I didn’t know what I was doing. I just saw this blurry shadow and I was so angry and out of it that I jumped at her out at her without thinking. She screamed and called for help, and I really could’ve torn out her throat if I wanted-”

The girl paused, catching Isaac’s opened mouth and wide eyes.

“But I didn’t!” she exclaimed. “I ran away, and she’s fine, it’s just…”

“Just what?” his jaw pulsated lightly.

“I may have just seen her here and she may have totally recognized me and my dad may definitely be onto me about being a werewolf,” she rushed in one breath.

“Jesus,” Isaac ran a hand through his gold curls with agitation. “How did all this happen?”

“I-I don’t know, Isaac. Things have been super rough for me recently, and this transition being thrown on top of it just has me in a constant state of feeling helpless and absolutely insane.”

The sun was gone now, the sky black and dotted in golden stars, shadows flickering over the faces of the huddled supernaturals. From over the field, students were already lighting the big red and gold fire.

“Why haven’t you told me?” he whispered sadly.

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re the one who abandoned me.” 

She’d said it without thinking, her mouth dropping as she regretted her words at once, “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s alright,” he shook his head, “I had it coming.”

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head.

“Don’t be, you’re right.”

“What?”

“One of the many reasons I’d missed seeing you was because I couldn’t even apologize to you,” he chewed at his lip with worry like he always did when he was stressed.

“For what?”

“Scott told me how much you’ve been struggling,” Isaac murmured. “And don’t,” he raised his finger when he saw her grimace, “be mad at him for telling me. I forced him. I forced him to tell me everything, since you wouldn’t.”

“Isaac-”

“No, just listen,” he cut her off. “What you’re going through shouldn’t be something you do alone. And I know you pushed everyone away, even Stilinski won’t shut up about it. And it’s my fault. When you were bit I just got so scared, and I-I panicked. I wasn’t okay in the head, I thought you would never forgive me because I know you never wanted this. I chose it, I chose this, but not you. And I couldn’t stand the thought of you feeling that resentment, so I broke us apart, thought maybe it’d be better for you to experience this transition by yourself, but that was an absolutely shit thing to do and I see that now, and I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

She just stood there in the silence of the night and chirping crickets, her heart racing.

“Say something?” he asked, “please?”

She cleared her throat and rubbed lightly at her temples, “I’m not saying I agree,” she murmured hoarsely, “but I understand. And I know it’s selfish of me to just barrage in here and ask for your help, especially now that you have priorities with Alison and everything.”

His full lips twitched down at the mention of her name. “(Y/N)…”

“No,” she insisted, “my turn.” She nodded, “I know you’re happy. You have everything you want. You’re praised on and off the field, you have the girl of your dreams, you have it all. But meanwhile, I’m just trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing right now and how I can survive. And yes, seeing her run across that field and into your arms, it hurts, Isaac, like shit. But, I need to let that go, I know. I have to focus on myself, because the only thing that hurts worse is turning and losing control, slipping up and feeling myself lose sense. So, I’m asking for your help, please.”

Isaac’s eyes were shimmering, it looked like he’d cry, but he didn’t. He just cleared his throat and nodded, “of course.”

“(Y/N)!”  a voice hollered, through the night.

A breeze brushed her skin as none other than her father walked from around the bleachers, clad in his uniform.

Dad,” she addressed him curtly, her heart racing.

“Lahey,” the officer nodded at Isaac, who he not only had taken a liking to, but had absolutely no idea was a werewolf.

“Sir,” he bent his head.

“Can I speak to my daughter a moment?” he said, hie eyes fiery as they landed on the girl.

Her eyes widened as they caught Isaac’s, and he shook his head at once, “I’m sorry, I can’t do that sir.”

“Excuse me?” his voice lowered.

“I said,” Isaac’s polite smile vanished, “I’m not going anywhere.”

The officer’s eyes narrowed with dislike, “very well. (Y/N), I just had a very distressed young lady inform me that the thing that attacked her in the woods looks just like a girl at this school, you, in fact.”

“Oh?” she shrugged, “weird.”

“Mmm,” he huffed, “is it? That you’ve been acting up, and then this happens right near our home last week?”

“Mom and I’s home,” she corrected, “not our.”

“Don’t try that tone,” he spat.

“Then don’t pretend you didn’t walk out on us after hurting us both.”

Her father’s hands trembled like he might hit her, but he didn’t this time.

A heat sparked in her chest, a knot in her heart as she felt the tips of her fangs extending out, her nails curling against her fists. Isaac’s eyes widened in alarm, and he wrapped his hand gently around hers so as to hide the claws, his hands catching the drops of blood that dripped from her palms.

“I’m sorry sir, but your daughter and I are going to be on our way now,” he said, pulling her carefully around the bleachers.

“Don’t walk away!” he barked, to which Isaac ignored him.

“Stay calm, okay sweetheart? I got you.”

She breathed heavily, throat rumbling dangerously.

“I know what you are!” he hollered.

Isaac growled audibly and spun on his heel, “with all due respect, sir, your daughter was not in the woods the other night, alright? She was with me.” Issac’s slender fingers reached for his back pocket as he pulled out a small package and threw it to her father, who caught the silver wrapping and squinted to make it out. Then, before he could register, Isaac wrapped his arms around her and was away in another moment. He swept her into the deserted parking lot and into the passenger seat of his car, locking the doors and spinning to the girl. His car was warm and familiar, and ironically the place he’d broken her heart.

“Hands,” he commanded.

She extended her wrists, and he unfolded them slowly to reveal the bloodied mess.

“I’m going to rip his throat out,” she said, he teeth piercing her tongue as she growled, her eyes glowing gold.

“No, no, you won’t. You’re going to take a deep breath and count with me, okay? Everything is okay. Focus on something that grounds you, that brings you back, an anchor.”

“I don’t have an anchor,” she growled, her face contorting as she groaned in pain.

“You do,” he insisted. “I need you to focus on someone, picture their face, that person who you can’t live without, and hold onto that, okay?”

Her teary eyes opened, locking to Isaac’s blue orbs, “okay.”

She breathed heavily, never blinking or tearing her gaze from his as he counted slowly with her, rubbing his thumbs soothingly on her arm and matching her breath patterns.

She honed in on those unblinking eyes, the little dimples by his lips, Isaac’s safe and dark scent, and the memories and songs they’d sang in the very car she sat in. Then, slowly but surely, her teeth retreated, her claws retracted, her eyes faded back to their usual color.

He smiled wide and gently pulled her into a hug, “you did it, I knew you could do it.”

“Yeah,” she wiped quickly at the tears in her eyes, “not without you.”

He pulled back and hesitated, his thumb coming to brush a loose tear from her cheek, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she sniffled and pushed her hair from her eyes, “I’m just a mess.”

“A mess with an anchor,” he grinned.

“You, Isaac.”

“What?” he stuttered, his breath catching.

“You’re my anchor.”

She just stared at his awestruck face, her fingers trembling in her lap. Then she sighed and made up her mind, turning to leave the car.

“Wait, don’t.” He touched her shoulder softly.

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head and wiped her ruby stained palms on her jeans, “I know that was wrong, that having you as my anchor is wrong, but I can’t help that.”

“No, it’s okay,” he soothed.

“Really?” her eyes flickered over his face uncertainly.

“Yeah, really,” he breathed, “you’re still mine.”

Her heart practically flipped from her chest, unable to help the short laugh when she breathed, “oh?”

“Always.”

“Oh.”

A sudden silence and thick tension spread over the two, their eyes locked, their faces inches apart.

“What did you give him?” she broke the silence, her blood rushing in her ears.

“What?”

“My dad, what did you give him earlier?”

“Oh,” Isaac smirked, eyes glinting mischievously, “condom.”

She practically choked on the air, snorting and covering her mouth, “you what?”

“Well he’s not asking questions now is he?” Isaac laughed with an arched brow.

“No, he’s not,” she grinned dumbly at him. “You just had that on you then?”

“I was lucky,” he shrugged.

“So, you and Alison…?” she let the question dangle.

“What? No, oh no!” he waved his hands, “no no no.”

“Oh,” she sighed, sounding more relieved than she’d meant to let on. “But, you were going to?” she asked. 

“No, sweetheart,” he laughed, “that had been in my pocket for a while because this girl I used to date was super kinky and she used to fuck me after lacrosse games all the time.”

“Wh-” she started, her eyes going wide when she caught his words. She shoved the giggling boy and covered her reddened face, “shut up, Lahey.”

“I’m not lying am I?” his lips twitched, eyes sparkling dangerously.

He pulled her hands from her face, and she pressed her lips together, smiling, “well, this guy I used to date would be all sweaty and hot after his lacrosse games, and it would turn me on so much,” she teased.

“Really now?” he flashed a smile.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, smile fading when she realized those honey colored curls were still a mess over his sculpted, dirtied, sweaty face, which is exactly what drove her insane.

He snorted, “oof, don’t jump on me or anything.”

As much as she would’ve wanted nothing else, she said, “I know, off limits, hah hah.”

Isaac’s smile faded, a quiet enveloping the space again.

“About what you said earlier, about Alison-” he murmured lowly, blinking through his lashes. “You were wrong.”

“I was?”

He nodded and bit at his lip, eyes boring hungrily into hers, “I made a mistake, letting you go.”

He tilted his face, bending closer, breath fanning over hers, and she pulled away, which hurt like hell, “Isaac.”

“I know,” he groaned and sat back. He reached his fingertips out and came close to lacing them in hers, withdrawing before their fingers could intertwine. “God, I know. But, I just want to…” he shook his head, aching in his voice, he didn’t have to say anything though, she knew what he meant.

“I know, me too. Goodnight, Isaac Lahey,” she smiled sadly, stepping into the frigid night.

“I can drive you,” he offered, but she knew one more second near him and she’d make a bad decision, so she shook her head.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

And then he watched with agony as the girl he was irretrievably in love with walked away.

You ever read a fanfic and get absolutely grossed out! There are kinks and there are some disgusting shit like incest, romanticizing rape or abuse. There is nothing romantic about being raped! And please tag your stories because some of us aren’t into that 💩I avoid those kind of fanfics!

You were standing side stage, watching your boyfriend playing guitar. It was always something you enjoyed. Watching Tony pour himself into a show and have such a good time playing was something you never wanted to let go. However, right now, it was hard to focus on anything other than his fingers that moved delicately yet rapidly over his instrument, and not the one you wanted. He had been busy lately and hadn’t really been in the mood to do anything other than sleep. You had tonight planned, right down to getting the others out of the bus.

“Good night, Chicago!” You heard Vic yell out and immediately snapped your eyes up to the guys coming off stage. You wrapped your arms around Tony as he reached you, already having handed his guitar to their guitar tech.

“You did so well,” you whispered, ignoring the sweat covering his body as you pulled him closer. “As always,” you added as an afterthought and pulled back enough to peck his lips before pulling away completely and giving the others a hug. “You got me covered?” You whispered to Vic.

“Of course.” You smirked and pulled away as he did. “You owe me money for this.”

“I’m asking you to go party with a multitude of your friends, not to lick me.” His eyes widened before he grumbled something about not wanting to lick me anyways. You shrugged and turned back to Tony, who was wiping his face with a towel to get some of the moisture off. “Vic, Jaime, and Mike are going to a party. Do you want to go or head back to the bus with me?” This was the only part that there wasn’t really any way you could influence anything.

“I’ll head back to the bus with you. I’m not really in the party mood.” You nodded and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “We’ll see you guys later? One of you stay relatively sober.” You rolled your eyes and we began the walk to the bus.

“You know I love you right?” You asked casually. Tony looked at you weirdly before nodding. “And you love me too?” Your insecurities crept into your head. You didn’t want the night to turn into a pity party for yourself while you locked yourself in the back lounge.

“Of course, babe. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You nodded slowly and then glanced at Tony.

“I just miss you is all.”

“But we’re always spending time together?” It came out as a question since he was so confused. You gave him a look and realization crossed his face. “Oooooh.” He drug out the ‘o'and then smirked. “Is that why the guys are out tonight?” A blush rose to your cheeks.

“Maybe a bit.” He grinned and pulled you into the bus. Your eyes widened when his lips pressed against yours before you closed them and wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands gripped your hips. His lips moved to your neck.

“Tell me what you want,“he whispered against your neck.

"I just want you to touch me like you touch your fucking guitar,” you dared to say. You could feel the smirk against your neck and he bit into the skin, not hard enough to break skin. “Fuck,” you groaned. “I just want you.”

“That can be arranged,” he whispered huskily. “Now jump.” You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes closed as he pressed his lips to yours again. You could feel him walking and figured you would be in his bunk in a matter of seconds. He had different ideas.

“The back lounge?” You breathed as he kissed your jaw and then your collarbones. “Tony, people spend their time here.”

“Your point?” He asked and you could feel him in his turned on state pressing against you. You moaned as he hit the spot on your neck and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up a bit. He let you go to pull it off completely. You were holding yourself up now as he threw it to the side and laid you down on the couch they had in the lounge. His hands moved under your shirt until you finally pulled it off, needing more contact. He pulled you up and unclasped your bra, obviously becoming impatient. He gave attention to both of your breasts and then began to travel further down. You went to touch him, but he grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands above your head.

“Tony,” you groaned in annoyance.

“If you touch me, I’ll stop,” he threatened. Your eyes widened. He’d done this before. Dominant Tony was your second favorite thing in the world, just him in general being the first. He let you go and continued. You fought back the urge to run your hands through his hair as he unbuttoned the shorts you were wearing and pulled both your shorts and underwear down at the same time. His eyes trailed over you. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed and then his tongue was on the place you need it the most. You moaned as it moved around. You moaned your hands and gripped his hair. He immediately pulled back.

“Shit,” you cursed and moved your hands quickly. “Fuck.”

“Since you can’t control yourself, you’re going to have to do something for me instead.” He unzipped his pants and pulled them down before doing the same with his boxers. He looked at you before gesturing to his dick. “It’s not going to suck itself.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“I should fucking slap you.”

“Oh, please do.” You held up your middle finger before wrapping your lips around him. He let out a groan. “God, I needed this. Fuck, (Y/N). I almost forgot how goddamn good you were at this.” You would have smirked if your mouth wasn’t full, but alas it was. You bobbed your head up and down and he threaded his fingers through your hair.

“I’m going to need you to stop so that I can be inside you.” His sentence ended in a moan. He pulled you up and laid back, pulling you down on top of him. He leaned over and grabbed his pants, pulling the foil package out. He opened it and quickly put the condom on. You gasped as he entered you and then moaned.

“Shit, Tony.” He guided you as you moved on top of him. “God, I love you,” You whimpered as he thrusted up into you.

“I’m so close, (Y/N).” You had gotten him closer than You had thought. Your hands landed on his chest for balance as you moved over him. He pulled you to him, pressing his lips to yours. You could feel the familiar feeling in your stomach. You hadn’t done this in so long, and you were so ready for it that it was hard to contain. Tony flipped you over and went faster, rubbing your most sensitive spot in the process. You wanted to scream in ecstasy but didn’t want people to think we were shooting porn in here.

“Tony!” You screamed as he hit the spot you were hopping for him to find. All hope of being quiet was lost. “Right there,” you breathed.

“I- Shit.” Before you could say anything, he was shuddering over you, an orgasm wracking his body. You were soon to follow, both of you moaning each other’s names. He pulled out of you and disposed of the condom before returning back to you and picking you up, carrying to the bunk you two shared and crawling in after placing you in there. “Hey, babe. Don’t ever let me say I don’t want to make love to you, okay?” You laughed and pressed a kiss to his lips before snuggling into him.

~*~
“Tony, (Y/N)! Get your damn clothes out of the back lounge!” You heard Jaime yell in the morning. You groggily opened your eyes, realizing that instead of being naked like you had been when you fell asleep that you were in Tony’s shirt and a pair of his boxers. You glanced up at him and saw that he was awake as well. “I take it you two had fun last night,” Jaime said with a smirk as he opened the curtain to your bunk.

“You too,” you retorted, noticing the bags under his eyes and the way he squinted in the light. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Just get up so that we can go get some breakfast.” He left afterwards and you looked up at Tony.

“I love you,” you whispered and pressed a small kiss to his chest.

“I love you too.” Then you were being tugged out to get ready for breakfast.


This is absolute shit and the first smutty thing I’ve ever written.

Sorry bout it caitlin-perry

Credit to whoever for gif