I had an idea and I thought it would be cool to write it out! It’s a really rough idea of what could possibly be a fic??? But honestly, who knows?
“Papa!” Peter cried out happily, reaching out for Tony from within Steve’s arms. Tony grinned, taking Peter before placing him on his hip and placing a kiss on his son’s forehead.
“Petey!” Tony exclaimed, chuckling as he tickled Peter’s stomach, loving the pure sounds of laughter which came from him. “How was your weekend with Pops?” Tony asked, “Was it fun?”
“Yeah, it was!” Peter nodded frantically before launching into a whole explanation of what they had done that weekend. Tony listened avidly, gasping and ah-hing at all the right moments as Peter made grand gestures.
All the while, Steve watched them with a soft smile on his face, taking in the sight of them never failing to warm his heart. He didn’t interrupt and answered whenever Peter asked him a question or included him in the conversation.
They were all laughing together, like the family that they once were.
“Alright, I’m going to say goodbye to Pops,” Tony explained to Peter as he placed him down. “And I’ll be in in a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” Peter replied before rushing forward and giving Steve a huge hug. “Bye, Pops, I love you.”
“I love you too, Petey,” Steve said, wrapping his arms around Peter tightly. “I’ll see you next weekend, okay?”
“And we’ll go to the zoo?” Peter asked.
“We’ll see,” Steve replied, grinning as Peter rolled his eyes, he learned that from Tony, before pecking his cheek and running into the house.
“He has so much energy,” Tony says fondly. “I honestly wonder how I’m going to get him asleep tonight,”
“Ah, I tired him out pretty well at the park,” Steve assures him, smiling. “He also had an awesome time at the National Museum, he didn’t want to leave,”
“I can imagine that,” Tony said, the both of them laughing before it got silent.
“How are you doing, Steve?” Tony finally asked, leaning against the door frame as he gazed at Steve. “I heard that you’re having a showcase at the art gallery, that’s great!”
“Thanks, it’s actually still such a shock,” Steve said, his hands going into his pockets, a shy gesture. “I’m sort of waiting to wake up from a dream because it doesn’t feel real,”
“But it is,” Tony said. “You shouldn’t be surprised, you’ve always been such a talented artist,”
Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve always had such faith in me,”
Tony grinned. “Well, I’m your biggest fan.”
Those words were simple but were incredibly important and held so much love. Steve remembered Tony telling him this, curled up on their couch in their first apartment together.
Tony seemed to have had remembered that memory too, his grin turning into a wistful smile as he glanced away.
“Hey, babe,” That was the familiar voice of Peter Quill as he stuck his head around the corner, a giggling Peter Stark-Rogers on his shoulders. “You okay out there?”
“I’m fine!” Tony told him, wistful smile turning warm as he looked at his two favorite boys. “I’ll be in in a minute,”
“Alright,” Peter said before smiling and giving a friendly wave. “Hey, Steve,”
“Hey, Peter,” Steve said, his smile light as he waved in return and soon, the two Peters were off again, the sound of dinosaur roars and giggles muffled as they reached the living room.
Tony turned back and sighed as he hid his hands in the too-long sleeves of his sweatshirt. “So, I’ll see you around?”
Steve nodded, not exactly sure not to feel anymore, as he takes a few steps backwards.
“I’ll see you around,” he says, waving before turning around and heading towards his car, hearing the door close as he left.
It never got easier to see Tony with someone else, it never got easier to see Peter laugh and play with a man who has somehow taken his place.
The jealousy was always there, but it dimmed over time because there wasn’t a lot he could do now. The relationship that he and Tony had was special, special beyond anything else that Steve had ever experienced and it was painful, having it slip from between his fingers.
He glanced back at the house, noticing someone peeking through a window near the entrance before they left.
was rough. You had planned to meet up with old friends, share fond memories
over the live music and smooth liquor, but instead you had only wasted the
night by watching the clock on the wall tick. At least you spent every lonely
hour in your usual chair, jazz music caressing your ears in a lovely gentle
manner, the blue neon lights on the wall keeping up with the times, but dimmed
to cast but a soft glow. The Blue Lady
was your usual spot, the best jazz bar in town, and also one of the smallest. This
meant that you were accustomed to the laid-back atmosphere and was on a
first-name basis with pretty much all the staff.
It was named
after the lady who sung the blues; Billie Holiday’s face immortalised in the
neon, and paintings of old jazz singers dotted the walls. The name of the bar
seemed appropriate even now, your lonely hand swishing a glass of lonely bourbon,
a true lonely lady made blue by the uneventful night that had transpired after
being stood up.
dressed as black as the night, came waltzing in your favourite bartender, his
nametag upside down but his smile plastered on the right way ‘round.
breathed, straightening in your chair. You knew you must’ve looked a mess to
him. “Or should I say,” you tilted your head, “Neb?”
Julian has become so much more withdrawn and sad since he came back from the dominion prison camp. Which is understandable. But seeing the loss of so much about him is hard to bear. We only occasionally get glances of the smiling, up for anything doctor he was before.
Garak said it best when Julian asked him how he could be a Vulcan when he’s got that boyish smile.
“Not so boyish anymore.”
Bashir has lost the innocence associated with his character.
Request from @ra-veela-claw: Hi love! Could you do an imagine between a ravenclaw reader x Draco where maybe they’re dating. Perhaps she’s staying at Malfoy Manor over the summer for a bit, but there’s a lot of [sexual] tension between them because they scarcely can get a moment alone. Feel free to make it as fluffy and/or smutty as you like (:
Suure! Thanks for requesting! This was so fun to write I love stuff like this!
hello i just wanted to yell abt this to someone but i feel jake's ig mostly has pics with amy in it. like it's not a conscious thing ?? but one day he's looking through it and he's like omg this is p much all amy with a bunch of !!!!!!!!! dork as captions il
hi!! Come and yell to me whenever I love this!! ️<3 I got so carried away w this and was making notes about it on my phone for ages
SO: okay yes ABSOLUTELY this is the truth and even if he knows he’s doing it he 100% tries to be slick about it/act like it’s nothing at first??? I’m gonna throw in some headcanons that nobody asked for to explain myself bc I’m sad and love this idea so much:
Jake’s had an Instagram account since 2011, largely because Gina forced him to open one and be her first follower (which obvs turned out to b the first of thousands)
95% of his posts, to start, are just him doing Stupid-Fun-Jake-Shit! e.g. Splash Mountain / meeting Regis Philbin / eating a mountain of sausages w his dad / him and the squad in a booth at Shaw’s, pulling faces
Amy obviously begins appearing on his account LONG BEFORE they actually begin a romantic relationship; and it’s all teasing/mocking e.g. - A picture of their two desks with the caption “guess who’s the most fun?” - A picture of Amy working hard at her desk, fixated on her computer- looking completely beautiful, though that’s NOT why he took it, duh- with Gina in the background pulling a face at her - His crowning glory, and favourite Instagram post of all time, AKA the final post of their non-romantic relationship, taken only a couple of weeks before they kiss for the first time; a dim picture he took of Amy giggling like a lunatic in the passenger seat of his car on a stakeout, her face scrunched up as she clings onto her stomach with laughter. He posts it without a caption, unable to justify it- until Charles makes a comment at work about how “the best things in life need no explanation” and he promptly updates the caption to something under the lines of “memorialise this evidence of Santiago finding me funny"
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: First Time, Friends With Benefits, At least that’s one hypothesis about what’s happening, Teenlock, Alternate Universe - College/University, Clueless Fucking, Awkward Sexual Situations, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary:
‘You could fuck me,’ Sherlock had said, and it’d been so fucking absurd, so completely and utterly insane that John had laughed, had giggled in the most undignified way, and yet they’d ended up here, ended up with John tugging Sherlock towards him, pinning him down onto the bed and grinding their bodies together until it no longer feels absurd and he no longer cares if it’s insane.
Previously known as ‘shift, sparks and shivers’ - (ficlet)
So. I did it. I finished the teenlock ficlet. It grew, became a fic and with the help of @obotligtnyfiken, it even gained a title.
This might possibly be the worst thing I’ve ever written in fandom, but I’m not sure. Perhaps the lack of plot - given that this is a PWP - is what makes me feel like this is… well. As awkward as the sex it describes.
(Okay so this is a rewrite of the last video - Personality Q&A - not that it isn’t practically perfect in every way @thatsthat24 (yes Julie Andrews is a miracle whom we all don’t deserve in our lives but are thankful for) because it is practically perfect and I saw the reverse Missy that Anxiety pulls .. it’s just my brain went on a tangent)
One nice thing.
Prince doubted Anxiety could say a nice thing about him nor he a nice thing about Anxiety. It’s not that there was no good things between them but they had a way of holding it over each other enough that it wasn’t worth telling. Which honestly he enjoyed and he knew Anxiety did too. What neither enjoyed was losing. So they declined to mention anything good about the other until forced and sometimes not even then.
He told Morality he made Logic furious, Logic that he was the most realistic, told them both they were morons most of the time. Then he got to Prince and stopped.
“Princey.” He stopped and sighed. Prince awaited, unsure what he was waiting for but slightly worried about the look on Anxiety’s face, “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this. But you’re the most handsome.”
“What?” Thomas, Morality and Prince asked in shock.
Logic had been already too wound up today by Morality so the bring back of last week’s conversation and having someone say something not only illogical but to back up Prince was too much. He yelled indignantly, “What?!”
To that Anxiety smirk stretched, giving in the game to Thomas and Morality. Logic however was still in the mode of trying to process the information and Prince had let it sink in as he fist-pumped.
“Yes! I knew you knew taste. I don’t ..not like you.” Prince started then trailed off as he conceded to saying he liked Anxiety.
“I can take that,” Anxiety nodded with acceptance, then his trademark smirk came back, “Mr. Singalong.”
“I like that name but I know you’re trying to be insulting so don’t push it, Sunshine.” Prince narrowed his eyes on Anxiety.
Logic however had only just had time to work through the shock, “How do you agree? It’s impossible, we all look the same!”
“Sort of but we all look like we’re part of indentical quintuplets, there’s plenty of differences in stature, attitude, style and self-care. That makes for change in look.”
“What kind of nonsense..” Logic huffed.
Only to be interrupted by Mortality, “The boy makes a point.”
A grumble of ‘not a boy’ can be heard.
“We look different from clothes to the way we stand to our neutral expressions. I’m sure plenty of people find every one of our styles including Thomas’ own as attractive.” Mortality continued. Logic looked at him with a look of ‘why are you so smart yet so dim all the time’. Ironically it proved Morality’s point as this was usually Anxiety’s go to shock expression and yet with Logic.being different it looked a lot different on him.
This was the time Prince decided to interrupt, “I just can’t help that I’m more handsome than all of you.”
Anxiety looked like he was starting to regret that decision so instead continued to watch Logic’s meltdown to make sure it was worth it. Morality gritted through his teeth, “Anx, I can’t believe you. I hope Prince milks the compliment for all its worth.”
To this Anxiety looked shocked by Morality’s bad wishing upon him and Thomas simply laughed and agreed. Prince was still away with the fairies.
“I’m sure that’s just Anx.” Morality reassured, “I’m sure lots of people find you more attractive, Logic. I know, let people vote!”
“Morality, I don’t know if that’ll make Logic fe..” Anxiety started.
“Yeah!!” Logic yelled, Anxiety slammed his mouth shut..
Thomas looked at his phone, “I mean. We don’t have to vote. I can see who people like most. You just all may not want to know. It’s not what you think.. But it’s not what you guys seem to expect.”
“Well now we have to know.”
“Ooh, now I’m curious.”
“Hit us with it, we can take it.”
“Go on, then.”
All 4 shouted.
“Okay. But you all have to take it well. Win or lose, yeah?” All 4 nodded. Thomas sighed, “Okay, bar myself, the collective opinion of the fans thinks … Anxiety is the most attractive. By a country mile.”
Now Prince’s jaw dropped, Morality and Logic instantly turned silent and Anxiety looked as if this information was a beanie baby that hit him in the face.
… Then slowly smirked.
“WHAT?!” All 3 yelled.
“Yes!” Anxiety laughed quietly.
“Yeah. A lot of the demographic are way into Anxiety. Think it’s to do with a lot of them being involved in the My Chemical Romance era, Morality is regarded as very cute. But Anxiety is the metaphorical hot girl.” Thomas shrugged.
Once again they all turned quiet, Prince slowly building up a drama queen hissy fit. Only to calm himself and finally say, “The metaphorical hot girl thinks I am the most handsome. I am okay.”
Anxiety opens his mouth to tell him he said it because he knew it would kill Logic only to get shot daggers by Thomas.
“People find me cute?” Morality squeaked.
“What do people find me?” Logic grumbled.
“Urm, at the moment a fair few people find you and your saying ‘Salutations’ sexy.” Thomas tried to read without going red. Logic finally jumped for joy. Thomas needed something to move onto to stop blushing. He loudly coughed to hide the bustle of the complimented group.
“Yes anyway, you’re all pretty. But also complete morons most of the time at least anyway.” Anxiety tried to calm them down.
“Yeah, lets open the pandora’s box of emotion later. Anyway, Logic, Spock or data?“ Thomas asked, laughing.
Headcannons on how Remus would be when dating/in love with you? How the rest of the gang teases y'all and such? Please and thanks xoxo :)
My bad it took me 83918172818 years to do this but! Here goes!
I imagine Remus to be the kind of guy who is hit by significant realisations quite slowly.
Don’t get me wrong, he knows when his homework is due and what he feels for his friends when it’s 4am and he’s trying not to smile at the fact that they’re playing exploding snap and ignoring James singing about Lily for the billionth time.
And he knows what he feels for himself when it’s the morning after a full-moon and his throat is dry and cracked and everything hurts.
But love is a realisation he isn’t quite sure he’s actually having. So it’s slow. It’s him, standing in line at the library for a book he’s had on hold since forever, chewing his lip, wishing that the Ravenclaw in front of him didn’t have so many questions about Bathilda bloody Bagshot, of all up-and-coming authors - seriously? Seriously? Talk about tired writing, the most cliched of structural suppositions, but then, as the line moves on, he remembers the accent you put on to read from Bagshot’s latest book last week.
You were meant to be revising for your exams and Lily had nudged you to do more than just glare at the schedule you’d drawn for yourself.
James, Remus and Peter shared your table at Lily’s discretion: if anyone spoke at any moment that wasn’t the 10 minute break-slots she’d allocated, she’d personally hex them into the hospital wing. You’d grabbed the nearest book off the stack of your revision texts and off-setted her seriousness without even realising, pursing your lips and elongating your vowels as you whisper-read, sounding like a breathy, old bag of a lady. Bagshot.
Everyone had laughed, and laughed again at the blank look on your face. You’d only just realised they’d heard you. And Lily had shoved you in the arm, a light smile on her face. And Lupin had laughed into his jumper, meeting your eyes and looking like you’d just let him blow out the candles on his birthday cake.
He hugged his arms to his chest, now, smiling at the memory. The librarian handed over his book and for a second, he was frozen. Thinking of your face. How before, he’d only ever fantasied about kissing you.
During the crush phase, you weren’t always around, didn’t force yourself onto him/except for the times you did and he was more than happy about that. You dipped between friendship groups, but had, for long a time, always, always been a familiar face. A pretty face. The girl at breakfast. The girl with Lily. The girl who caught his eye when someone said something stupid and the privacy of the that feeling, the annoyance that tethered you two together, made him blush. The girl who, without any questions, ran into him and his friends on her way back from a late-night stroll and healed the sticky cut on his arm, no questions asked. Had placed a hand on his shoulder and, with those honest eyes, had asked him to please feel better. The girl who he hid behind bookshelves for if he saw her in the library: she made him nervous, she had James and Sirius calling after her so sweetly, nudging Remus, grinning at the fact that he could barely string a sentence around her anymore.
The girl who could not hide the displeasure she felt for her Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. And that was the moment he realised:
‘Shit.’ His hands were in his hair. He’d turned to his friends, the worn knit of his jumper rising a little on his stomach as he did so. ‘I should probably do something about this, right?’
Sirius’s voice came from the top bunk, met James’s, as he sat at the desk, ink from an unfinished essay all over his fingers, and Peter’s. He lay upside down on his bed, wand in his hand casting smoke rings that went in on themselves. Boredom in his pale blue eyes.
It was a droning, draining, tired, elongated, resounding ‘YES’
The person behind him in the line coughed. Remus grabbed the book, stumbled just a little and apologised to the librarian. Shy eyed, he steered himself to the study area, pulling the sleeves back on his white school shirt to get to work. He tapped his quill. Placed his ink-pot to the side. Smiled in spite of himself.
He thought of his girlfriend., before she was his girlfriend.
You’d called Professor Bleakley a bigot. A ‘prejudicial git who clearly had things to unlearn before he should’ve gotten a job teaching kids.’ And you’d gotten detention for it. But you hadn’t cared.
Remus had been tired that day. The full moon had drained him completely and so he’d had his head on the desk. You, however, sitting next to him, were bolt-upright. The lesson was on werewolves.
You’d huffed a few times under your breath, completely unaware of the low layer of anxiety accosting the boy sat next to you. Hearing about werewolves this way was hard.
It was scary. It was demonisation and dehumanisation and it made him wonder about himself, and all his monstrosity. Remus’ mouth was a thin line, his knuckles white against the oak wood of the desk and ready to punch a wall. Later. If he felt up to it.
'Personally,’ The professor had began, and Remus hadn’t really noticed the way the legs on the stool you’d sat on had screeched as you’d fidgeted. You were wary. Ready to spring into action if need be. 'I’m not 100% with the fraternisation of killers in public spaces. I daresay it robs us of our chances.’ The man’s tight smile was as greasy as his slicked-back hair. 'We can’t be sympathetic in an epidemic of such disease. Not when it offers an opportunity to harm us all. Not when it endangers us whole.’
Remus had sat up, mouth open to issue a slew of profanities but the girl sitting next to him had stood up before he had the time to.
'Tell me professor,’ She’d started, a fire burning in her eyes. Remus had noticed the way her hands were shaking, though her voice wasn’t. 'Do you actually believe the bullshit coming out of your mouth right now or do you get paid to say this stuff by whatever fascist paper you’ve taken a subscription out from? What gives you the right…’ She’d continued on, only to have half of what she’d said stolen by cheers from what sounded like James Potter and Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew, and 80% of her classmates. ’… Make the dangerous assumption that every werewolf is a 'threat’ to society when the details of the condition are, at best, sketchy and often fabricated by organisations that embezzle donations to them and prey on vulnerable-“
‘Miss Y/L/N, that is enough!”
No, but sir I’m asking a question! I’m asking about this 'disease’ you’re talking about!”
‘Miss Y/L/N, if you do not cease and desist at this very moment, you’re looking at a MONTH’S WORTH OF DETENTION-’
‘But sir!’ You’d carried on, your heart hammering in your throat. ‘You still haven’t answered my question!’
Remus hadn’t seen you this angry before. The set of your jaw, your unwavering gaze, the shake of your fingers. Usually, you were all smiles. At least, when you caught his eye. Sure, he’d seen you pissed off at something sexist James and Sirius had been laughing at, had seen you humiliated by some ignorant Slytherins and a hex that had torn your schoolbag to shreds in the middle of a fast-pacing corridor, had seen you worried, snatching at the pages in The Daily Prophet after hearing about a tragedy in Diagon Alley, had seen you happy, catching Lily in your arms and hugging her to you after she’d received the highest mark in the class at Potions, had seen you confused, your cheek in your palm in Transfiguration. And he’d seen you tired, leaning onto him in the common room after a particularly snowy trip to Hogsmeade. But he didn’t like to dwell on that much. It made him shy.
‘OUT! OUT OF MY CLASSROOM! 50 POINTS FROM Y/H/N AND 3 MONTHS DETENTION FOR A BLATANT DISRESPECT FOR AN AUTHORITY FIGURE!’
He saw you angry, that day. You’d packed your things, looked Remus in his stunned eyes and he’d felt something stir in him to see them soften at his. You hadn’t even known he was a werewolf then. You were just that type of person.
You’d exited the room to cheers, to hands banging on desks to give you a grateful farewell.
And sometimes, the boys still brought it up. So did Lily. Remus had turned the memory over so many times he was surprised he wasn’t tired of it either. But you’d always cover your face, ask everyone to stop talking, and not see the way James would be mouthing at Remus to put his arm around you.
Remus would glare, mouth a 'no!’ and James would roll his eyes, imitate the action with Lily and have her punch him in the gut for it.
Remus finally got around to it after that little scene, though. You’d been leaving the library together at the same time on a Sunday, unaware of the other working at the table opposite until the lamps were dimming and it was time to call it a night.
He’d spotted you, wrestling the strap on your satchel and laughed at the frown on your face. You’d glanced up, seen him smiling and found you couldn’t do anything but smile back.
Taking the same route back to the common room together, you’d complained about things and people and ungodly weather and exams and friends. And you’d asked him what was up with Sirius and James lately.
And he’d ran a hand down his face, covering the sound of his voice with a muffled, 'they’re idiots. Please don’t pay attention to them.’
'I mean, I don’t.’ You’d laughed, trying not to bump into the long-limbed boy next to you. He’d lifted his head to catch your eye, smiling.
'Good. You’d be surprised how many people don’t follow your impeccable,’ He’d grinned at the word, and you’d made an impressed sound at his vocabulary. 'Example.’
'Oh please,’ You’d feigned embarrassment dramatically, secretly loving the rise and fall of his laughing shoulders at the way you’d batted your eyelashes. 'I bet you say that to all the girls.’
'Hm?’ Remus had scrunched up his nose. Smiled teasingly. 'No.’ He’d shook his head. 'No, no not really.’
'Oh?’ You’d said, falling into step with him at the top of the moving stairs. You’d taken another step, though. Stood and perched on your tip-toes to look him in the eye. Neither of you had said anything after that. If the stairs moved, you hadn’t felt them. Remus’s brown eyes didn’t leave yours. Until they trailed down to your lips. And then he laughed, a short burst of something self-conscious. And he’d said, in a voice that he was hoping sounded brave and you only heard as his, completely his, 'On Saturday, do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me?’
And Lily had said how ridiculous that was later on because you went!!! to Hogsmeade!! with him!! every weekend!!!
And you’d thrown a pillow at her and said it was different, he’d never asked you on your own, and would she stop cheering and singing stupid songs about people in trees and kissing, she sounded like James
Remus didn’t know about any of that stuff, though. He only knew about the way Sirius threw an arm around him every time he threw an arm around his girlfriend, or the choruses of 'awww!’ that occurred when she did something as simple as slide a slice of toast onto his plate, no comment needed, or how he’d cower into her hair every time his friends told the story of how he used to hide from her, he loved her so much.
In the library, far from his memories, Remus’s slowest of realisations happens as he stares at the few lines he’s written of his essay. He’s spent all morning thinking of her and now, he smiles.
For the cynic, falling in love is standing somewhere and realising it’s a little warmer than before. He’s sitting down. He realises he’s never felt so warm in his life.
Sidenote: Here’s a poem that reminds of Remus and inspired this a little. :’)
after purchasing your $666 ticket months ago the night has come. you walk into the venue. a large sign hangs above the entrance that says “WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND”. you struggle to find your seat among the sea of black skinny jeans and side bangs, but eventually find your way. the person next to you turns and says “I had to sneak out to see this, my mom’s going to be soooo mad LOL fuck that bitch, I’m fourteen now she can’t control me anymore”. the lights dim. finally, the time has come. a large box with the words “ACCEPTED BY SOCIETY” descends from the ceiling. upon reaching the stage Taylor Swift punches her way out of the box, emerging in full bondage. she raises her fists in the air. “NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE ME!!” she roars
Being past a certain age and still single in the gay
community can cause most men to lose hope in ever finding real genuine love.
Random hookups were cool but even that gets old after a period of time. I was one
of those people who always saw the light at the end of the tunnel, but that
light was no longer shining star bright more like reading lamp dim at this
time. I was out with my best friend one night at this bar in downtown
Greensboro, this was out of my element because my clubbing days were over at this
point in my life. I was sitting at the bar with my best friend Chassidy talking
about non-sense as usual when she flipped the script and asked me about my love
“Tim can I ask you something and you promise not to get
“I can’t promise you that Chas because you always saying
some slick shit.”
“Why do you make yourself unavailable to a relationship?”
“Why you always worrying about what I’m doing tramp?” I said
trying to avoid the question.
“Because I’m your friend so I have that right jackass now
back to the question.”
“Fine, well I guess it’s because I don’t have time with the
way I’m working now and sometimes it’s hard to find love when your my age
especially when they are so many young sexy guys popping up every day and don’t
get me wrong I’m all for young love if it’s real but niggas these days have no
idea what real love is.” I said finishing
up my drink.
“I get that but your 34 not
90, bitch you are not even in the prime
of your life yet.”
“True but I can’t and won’t compete with an 18-year-old
let’s just be real about this shit for a sec ok.”
“Bullshit, you can give any nigga a run for their money when
it comes to romance, I have seen this first hand so miss me with that shit. You
just don’t want to put forth the effort into finding someone.”
“Chas, I’m done talking about this because you just don’t
“You get on my last fucking nerve but I’m going to the
restroom.” She said getting up from her seat and walking off.
I finished the last of my drink and waited for her to get done
in the restroom. She always took forever in the bathroom being the typical woman she was. After waiting
for what seemed like forever I saw her walking from the bathroom, but she was
headed in the opposite direction of where I was. She was going to the
dancefloor, she motioned for me to join her, but I shook my head and turned
around in my seat.
“Excuse me is anyone
sitting here?” This light skinned guy said standing by the empty seat next to
me. I shook my head and called the bartender for another drink. I was planning
on getting tipsy as hell because it wasn’t often I got weekends off and I was
going to make the most of it.
“What are some good drinks here?” The guy asked me when the
bartender arrived, I couldn’t help it, but I smirked because that was the
corniest thing you can ask a person at a bar.
“The Mai Tai is a good one or if you want something stronger
then you can always get a Highball.” I
said stirring my drink.
“What is that your drinking?”
“I think I will give that one a shot please.” He said to the
bartender. “Thank you for the suggestion.”
“No problem.” I started drinking out my glass and turned to
face the dance floor, Chas was dancing all over anybody she came across and I
was definitely going to let her have it when we left. I looked over at the dude
that was sitting next to me and I had to admit he was sexy, but he can be just
like the rest of the young dudes around here.
“My name is Ameir by the way.”
“I’m Tim is nice to meet you Ameir.”
I said shaking his hand. We locked eyes
and I nodded and went back to my drink, but he wasn’t finished asking questions
“So, are you here alone?”
“No, I’m not.” I said
with a stern face, he looked like he was defeated so I decided to tell him the
truth. “I’m here with my Best friend.” A look of relief came over him after I
“Cool, so you from around here?” Ok, now I was getting tired of this cat and mouse game he was
“How old are you?”
“20? Wow, ok well it was nice talking to you make sure you
have a good evening.” I said getting up from my seat and walking off to the
dance floor where Chas was.
“Who was that sexy ass dude you were talking to over there?”
She asked with a sly smirk on her face.
“A kid that’s out of his mind if he thought I was going to
entertain him any longer than I did.”
“A kid? How old is he?”
“Bitch 20, I don’t have time for these games Chassidy so
stop sending people over to talk to me or I’m going to leave your ass here by
yourself.” I said getting slightly irritated.
“Timothy, you must be drunk or something because I didn’t
send no one to talk to your bitter and grumpy ass.” She said flicking my
We stayed at the club for another hour or so then we decided
that it was time to go. When we got outside the night air hit us hard because
our bodies were a little wet from sweating in the club. As we got were getting
in the car Ameir walked out the club and was looking around like he was looking
for someone. I would soon find out that person was me, we locked eyes and he came
walking over to where we were.
“Hey, can I talk to you before you leave.”
“I don’t know about Ameir I mean I can’t possibly have
anything you’re interested in…….”
“Tim just see what he wants and stop being a dick.” Chas
said smiling and getting in the car.
“I wanted to know if we can exchange numbers and possibly
meet up for lunch one day.” Ameir said looking me in the eyes.
“I’m not some lil boy you can run game on I’m well past
those days Ameir and………”
“Just listen to me for a sec……. this is not about running
game or none of that bullshit you think younger guys like to do to an older
guy. This is about me noticing someone who I find very attractive and want to
get to know nothing more nothing less. I’m a fulltime student, I make my own
money, I live in my own house, have my own car, I can buy myself anything I can
possibly want and/or need. This has nothing to do with a financial gain.”
“Ok, if your serious then I don’t mind giving you my number
but if I suspect any funny business then I have no problem cutting you off.”
“Agreed.” He said pulling out his phone and handing it to
me, I put my number in it and gave him back his phone.
“See you later Ameir.” I said getting in the car.
“See you soon Tim.” He said and walked off in the opposite
I had been talking to Ameir for a few days and today we
agreed to meet up for dinner. A few things he did like call more than once a
day or text me every few hours just to see how my day is going was a good
gesture on his part. I still wasn’t completely sold as of now, but this dinner
will tell me everything I need to know about this dude. He walked into the
restaurant and my whole train of thought was lost in the wind. He really was
breathtakingly sexy but that’s just the outside I wanna know what his inside
“You look handsome.” He said hugging me.
“You do as well, shall we.” I said motioning for him to sit
down. “How was your day?” I said to him after ordering our food.
“It was good for the most part, I was excited about this
date and that made it even better.” He said smiling from ear to ear.
“Is that right? So, what made you wanna talk to me out of
all the younger and more sexier dudes that were in the club that night?”
“Tim, it’s like I told you before, I find you very
attractive and even though you tried to blow me off I was still intrigued by
you and I’m not trying to get nothing from you but your heart if you will trust
me to have it.”
“That’s asking a lot Ameir, considering you’re 20 and I’m
35, you can’t possibly know what comes along with being in a serious
“That’s where you’re wrong Tim, I’m not like most young
dudes. I don’t date a person just because they fit in to what society says they
should and besides that I always was attracted to guys older than me. I can’t
explain it but that’s my truth and I’ve come to learn that you can’t argue or
fight against truth.”
“Ok well I guess I can see where you are coming from, lately
the only younger dudes that came to me wanted something and I guess it left a
bad taste in my mouth. I usually would just cut them off when I find out their
“I can understand that, but my grandmother always taught me
to live for love and not for pleasure. She also told me to know the difference
between real and fake and I have been real about mine since I learned how to
talk.” He said causing both of us to laugh, maybe I had this dude all wrong,
but time will tell, as for now I was willing to take a risk and pray it don’t
bite me in the ass.
We spent the rest of the night talking and getting to know
one another more. I was really starting to like this dude and I can tell he
liked me too.
“So, what’s your major.” I asked while walking downtown.
“I’m working on my Masters in Engineering.”
“Yes, that’s my passion.”
“How much longer you have?”
“Another 2 years and I’m officially done.”
“That’s good, I may be able to help you with a job in my
“Thanks, but I’m going to decline that offer because that
would mean I owe you.” He said smiling.
“Boy hush, consider it a graduation gift and gifts don’t need
to be paid back.”
“I hear you, so I take it that you are an Engineer as well?”
“That would be correct, matter of fact I’m the one did the
blueprints for that restaurant we were just at.”
“No shit? Man, that’s what’s up, so I have another question.”
“Have I proved my point that I’m attracted to you and not
want nothing from you.”
“I saw that from the moment you paid for your own food even
when I offered to pay.”
“Good so would you consider another date with me?”
“Don’t need to consider it, just tell me when and I’m there.”
I said smiling.
“Good, because I really like you Tim and I want to be with you,
but we can take our time and I can prove to you on a daily basis that I’m in it
to win your heart not your wallet.”
“You couldn’t get that if you wanted to because I don’t carry
a wallet.” I said laughing. “But we will see where things go from here and I’m
willing to be opened minded…… so don’t let me down.”
“Trust me I won’t and if I do then I’m man enough to
acknowledge it and bed for your forgiveness.”
Not a day went by where we wouldn’t call each other every
morning and throughout the day. The ones I liked the most is the phone calls
before bed, we talked about any and everything and not one time did he mention
sex or anything that was money related. This kid gave me back the hope that was
once lost and with every moment that went by I was falling for him more and
more. Of course, I had to deal with Chas all the time telling me how much I’ve
been smiling and calling me Stella but now I can see why Taye had her ass going
crazy over him. I’m glad I took that chance and was no longer close minded about
an older dude dating a younger dude. Ameir really changed that about me
everyday and for that reason I’m grateful and can’t wait to see what the future
has in store for the both of us.
(Pictures used does not reflect the Characters in real life just as visuals for the story)
Rating: M Pairing: SasuSaku Summary: He was intrigued by her. He had watched her all night at the dance club. Her looks, her dancing, and her eyes all grabbed his attention. He knew he wanted more than just a simple dance. Author’s Notes: So… like this seriously a HARD M RATED THING. It is also my first published anywhere online story that I have written with some smut in it. I had this as part of another fanfic, but I stopped writing it and this scene felt good enough to separate out on it’s own. Enjoy!!
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Her pink locks swung with every beat of the loud music. She twisted and turned her body with the mass of people who had flung to the center stage. Every once in a while, she would glance his direction. Jade orbs exchanging glances at black gems that watched her every move. She was too beautiful not to watch. Her red dress was short, too short for him to resist peeking at toned, pale legs. He would snap his eyes back up, and watch her face beam as she enjoyed herself tonight.
Many women had asked him to dance throughout the evening. He would look at them and see how alluring they were, but it felt like lies. Only women dressing up and painting their faces to be something they were not. But not this girl he watched. She felt real. Someone he wanted to know more about. She radiated happiness, but it felt so authentic. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman made him feel this way, but that was because none ever had. He never felt anything real with one, except for this girl who swung her slim hips to the beat of the music.
He took another sip of his drink. He thought the drinks might be getting weaker through the evening, but it was probably the inebriation setting in. His best friend told him to come out tonight. Would be a way to relax he said. That was a sack of shit. The alcohol was helping mellow him out, but he could have done that at home for free. Predictably, his idiot best friend moved to the corner of the dance floor with a woman with long lavender hair. His best friend grinned when he caught a glimpse of his black-eyed friend sitting in the VIP booths. He shook his head, and ran his long fingers through silky, black hair. His grew out his hair for the past few weeks, and felt pretty content with its current look. His black hair, black blazer, black slacks, and grey tie were his signature look at work, but it rolled over into his nightly activities. He glanced at his watch before looking back up at the dance floor.
It was still early, so he ordered more drinks from the tabletop tablet. Only minutes later, a woman wearing a tight-fitting black dress with her brown hair curled over her shoulders arrived. She set down a bottle of sake with a small glass. She nodded, blush filling her face, as she walked away back to work. He glanced at the bottle and small accompanying glass, clicked his tongue, before opening it and drinking straight from it. The glass will only slow me down at this rate. A few chugs in, the sake hit with full force. As the world began to move, his best friend ran up with a woman standing behind him.
“Oi! Sasuke! Ya gotta come down to the dance floor!” the blonde nearly shouted at his best friend seated in the booth. A black eyebrow rose and a frown grew on his face. “Sasuke you gonna loosen up? Well, whenever you decide to stop being lame, come out here!” His friend turned and began to walk, but suddenly turned around to get one last word in.
“Oh, and don’t worry about me finding me later if you don’t! I have a beautiful lady to keep me company tonight,” the blonde stared at the lilac eyes of the woman standing next to him. Her face grew ten shades rosier. Sasuke got the memo, and readjusted himself in the booth as the blonde idiot left. Sometimes he really wondered how this guy became his closest friend, but maybe I shouldn’t dwell on that for too long.
Sasuke glanced back to the dance floor holding the pink-haired woman he longed for. He found himself lost in her, when she suddenly winked directly at him. Sasuke felt his cool exterior threaten to fall from her gesture. So sweet, innocent even. She had a playful feel to her, and it felt so pure compared to himself. Sasuke wasn’t a player, but people knew he had a different female companion every once in a while. The tabloids assumed that he had a different woman in his bed every night. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
As his sake bottle emptied, he felt the full force of the alcohol hit him at once. His vision was narrower than usual. His pulse quickened. The dance club felt warmer than it had only fifteen minutes ago. His eyes were having trouble focusing, and kept crawling back to the rosy locks of the girl who had winked at him. Sasuke tried to regain his composure and straightened himself in the booth. He wanted to at least keep the idea afloat in the tabloids that he was the cool, collected man of the wealthiest of the city.
A small body approached the booth. Pink curls grazing over her shoulders, and encircling the sides of her breasts. Her dress was a brilliant shade of scarlet with a keyhole slit running from below the clasp at her neck to below her breasts. Her waist was slim, with narrow hips that led to long, toned legs. Sasuke found himself opening the booth door to let her enter. The VIP section had closed off booths, with plenty of room, that were always reserved. The woman slid into the seat next to him. She was even more stunning up close. Porcelain skin, vast green eyes, and full lips. He noticed something in the air that caught his attention – cherry blossoms and liquor. This girl has been drinking too.
She reached up and tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.
“Hi… I saw you staring at me throughout the evening, and I thought I should introduce myself…” she swallowed and placed her hands in her lap.
She’s so nervous.
“My name is Sakura,” Sasuke stared for a few seconds and let her name sink in.
Her hair certainly reminds me of cherry blossoms. So unusual, yet beautiful.
Sasuke found his words, “It’s nice to meet you Sakura.” He grasped her right hand and kissed the top. “I’m Sasuke. It’s a pleasure to have seen you tonight. You certainly have been dancing the night away.” He could feel the smell of sake float off his words as he spoke. Her face flushed as he spoke, matching her hair.
Sasuke tapped the tablet sitting on the table, and ordered some more drinks. His bottle of sake was just about empty, and he wanted to buy his companion a drink. Only one or two minutes passed when the same woman from earlier came by with more drinks on a black tray. She blushed even more, if possible, and placed the drinks down. A sweet plum wine and another round of sake. Sakura looked at the bottles as the waitress left.
“Ah, you didn’t have to do that Sasuke…” she fidgeted in her seat. His gaze still focused on her small movements.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind buying drinks for you. You seem really sweet, so I thought something sweet tasting would be complimentary,” Sasuke spoke with a smirk across his lips. Sakura nodded, blush still painted all over her face.
Sasuke grabbed the plum wine first, unscrewing the top, and pouring a generous amount into a stemless glass. He handed the glass to his companion still containing a sly smile across his face. Sakura had heard about the Uchiha from others prior, but had never been this close to him.
Sasuke? “I heard he’s a player.” “I heard he just sleeps with girls and leaves.” “The latest rumor is that he only goes after girls with long hair.” Ah! “He’s been staring at you Sakura!” “Go say something! It’s THE Sasuke, GO SAY SOMETHING!”
Sakura sipped her wine, as Sasuke popped open his bottle of sake. He poured the strong drink into the empty glass. He took a quick swig of sake as his companion drank her wine in silence. Sasuke placed his glass on the table. He leaned closer to the pink-haired beauty, breathing in her sweet scent. She was slowly relaxing into his presence. Sakura felt at ease in his space, but it could be the alcohol talking.
Sasuke wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she held her glass between two delicate little hands. His fingers were long, slender as they traced Sakura’s shoulders. His gaze trailed along her face and lowered to her breasts, his expression unchanging. She placed her glass back down on the table, locking her eyes with his. His eyes were onyx, black as the stone. In the dim lighting, every time a flash of light came from the dance floor, his eyes had the smallest red glare. His serious gaze took in her curious jade gems. His face was strikingly beautiful. She had seen pictures of Sasuke in the tabloids, but nothing did his appearance justice. Even in a disheveled suit, and with sake-filled breath, he was still stunning. She felt his body heat from just how close he was in the booth with her. Sasuke didn’t seem nervous in the least, while her heart was beating as fast as it ever had. No man ever put this much excitement in her like Sasuke did.
He leaned in more and inhaled her sickly sweet scent. She took some more plum wine and sipped it, much quicker than before. Must be to calm her nerves. I could help with that. Sasuke realized where his thoughts drifted, but wasn’t bothered by it. Sakura was beautiful. He wanted more than just to share a few drinks and break off. After watching her dance, he knew he wanted more tonight. As much as he tried to distract himself with alcohol, there was no denying that he wanted his little Sakura all to himself. His best friend’s words lingered. Naruto did urge him to loosen up.
They felt attracted to one another, and it urged them closer to one another. Like magnetism, or more likely alcohol assisted, their lips touched. Sasuke leaned his head in towards Sakura as she could only stay still watching the beautiful Uchiha. Their kiss was brief. Sasuke could feel where Sakura’s soft lips touched his. A tinge of sweetness lingered on his, and it only increased his appetite. Through hazy decision making, he leaned once again for another kiss. This one was longer, more exploratory. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her mouth, and she let out a soft moan that only he could hear. Her cheeks were madly blushing, but Sasuke couldn’t pull away. He only delved deeper into the kiss.
When they separated, both flushed and disheveled, they shared silence. Sakura’s eyes lit up in the brightest shade of jade green with Sasuke’s onyx eyes searching for something, anything she had to say. Her lips slightly opened, but no words came out. She was in shock. I kissed him. I really did it… I know this wine is not making me think through this, but there’s something between us. I might as well take this opportunity farther. I don’t want to have regrets about this later if I chicken out.
Sakura glanced away and looked downwards. She bit her lower lip while trying to come up with the right words. Sasuke moved closer and lifted her chin with his long fingers. He kept his gaze with hers.
“Do you want to… go further?” he murmured enough for her to hear in the loud dance club. She nervously nodded. He made a small nod, and finished the bottle of sake right in front of his companion. She looked surprised he downed the whole thing instantly, but she had just about finished her wine in her anxious state before their kiss.
He pressed a few buttons on the tablet, paying his pretty expensive bill, and pushed the bottles and glasses to the center of the table. He motioned Sakura to start sliding to the edge of the booth. They made it out of their seats, but not in the most graceful fashion. Sakura swayed upon standing up, the wine hitting her in full force. Sasuke reached out and grabbed her arm. She was able to steady herself thanks to his help. He made his way in front of her and led her by her right hand through the people occupying the VIP section of the club. Women gave annoyed stares as Sasuke dragged her along. Sakura knew that every woman here was probably pining after Sasuke, but she tried to ignore their looks. The fact he was holding her hand was keeping her confidence high, and all that sweet plum wine.
Upon reaching the back of the club, there was curtain covering a backstage area. A man in sunglasses, while it was after midnight inside a dance club, was standing next to the opening. Sasuke nodded to the man, and he lifted the curtain for the two of them to enter. As they entered the backstage area, there were chairs and areas where people could lay down, but tge space was empty. The music was still pretty loud, but did dull down slightly once behind the curtains. Sasuke pulled them into a corner at the far edge of the area. Sakura glanced at his eyes in the middle of shuffling around. His black orbs appeared slightly cloudy with a red sheen. She was clearly intoxicated, and the Uchiha appeared so too. I hope he doesn’t regret this later if he’s drunk.
The haze was all consuming. He could barely comprehend the situation as everything moved so quickly. Sasuke recognized this familiar, and confusing, feeling. The sake had reached a breaking point – he was beyond drunk now. His feet felt light. He lost all feeling in his face, and listened as well as he could as Sakura tried to speak as clearly as she could in her drunken state.
“W-would you wanna… you know… w-w-with me?” She stuttered out the question as they were alone in the back room of the dance club. Sasuke knew he heard the words, but realized his mind was completely separate from his body now. And this erection isn’t gonna solve itself.
Sasuke feels a smirk climb its way across his face. The space they were in was dark, and had shadows to shroud themselves. They moved closer to one another, closing the remaining space. He pulled her against his rigid body, her face only inches away from his. His lips moved on their own, and crashed down on Sakura’s. A violent, but amazing kiss. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her and savoring the sweet hints he picked up. They felt completely separated from the dancing only yards away, lost in each other. He felt around, as she did, her body, seeking, playing, and wanting so much more.
Sasuke slid a large hand down Sakura’s shoulder blades to the curve of her back. Her hands reached upward into a mass of extremely soft and silky black hair. She loved its texture and played with it, while Sasuke made his way to the hem of her dress. She felt a slight tug, and his hand now covered her ass cheek through silky panties. Sasuke grabbed roughly at her supple rear with a callous palm. He wandered over to the other cheek as they released from their lip locking. He slowed his wandering hand, and slid it under her panties. Sakura’s hands paused in Sasuke’s hair, as dark eyes meet glassy green ones. He urged for her permission, pausing and staring into her gems, even while heavily intoxicated. Sakura’s cheeks flushed several shades darker, and nodded slowly in return. Sasuke moved his hands once again, groping and grabbing her firm cheeks. She resumed her playful touching of his hair, and slid another hand into the unbuttoned top of his dress shirt.
His breathing hitched, and his palms got rougher and started to pull her panties down. He pressed against Sakura even more, and pulled her into the corner spinning her away from his body facing the wall. She gathered her balance as he found the zipper to her dress. She tried to place a hand out, not in defense but just to touch him. He pushed it away with his other hand, covering her hand against the wall. She heard the zipper open, even under the music that blares in the background, drowning out their act. His cold, rugged hand slid under the front of the dress and panties, sliding along the slit of her.
Sakura started to breathe heavily, letting her primal urges overtake any sense of what was happening in the world around them. His face leaned over next to hers, as his entire body covered hers against the wall. She felt his breathing on her ear, and he grazed his tongue up and down the length of it. Sakura noticeably shivered, and only wanted more. She felt fluid drip on to the fingers currently sliding along the outside of her carefully, and oh so softly. She’s about to crack. It was all about touch. Two drunken people who were torturing each other with endless foreplay.
She finally succumbed, and leaned her ass into Sasuke’s pelvis, playfully grinding against his erection. He snarled, and pushed back with his hips as they danced back and forth against one another. His hand stalled above the source of her dripping arousal. Hair pressed against the side of her face, as he chewed on her earlobe. Sakura shivered in delight from his teeth, and she felt a finger quickly, and roughly, slip inside her, relentlessly moving up and down to the beat of the music. The sensations overwhelmed her. The touch of his long finger inside her, the hot breath along her ear, the music blaring out all noise, the taste of her dry mouth as she struggled to find any reason left inside of her mind.
As his finger continued its tirade, she felt his hips grind even more against her round ass. She felt her muscles begin to contract, and race to beautiful release, but instead he eased his finger to a slow and tortuous rhythm. She wiggled under his body, but he was having none of it. Her breasts flattened against the wall under her dress, and he nipped her earlobe. A moan escaped Sakura’s mouth, and she knew he heard it. His erection pressed harder against her ass, and she can’t stand the torture anymore. She wanted to beg for her release, but he chose to slow down their act into a relaxed, slow dance. During their saunter, she felt his other hand let go of her body and reach back. She felt him tug at his pants, and soon hot, hard skin was skimming her rear. Her skirt inched up, as her panties slid down to her knees. A firm hand replaced his tortuous finger, covering her exposed hip with his palm and some of her own juices.
Sakura felt the tip graze her entrance slowly, and pushed her hips further against him. Sasuke quickly used his left hand to pull her hips up to match his, as the right hand moved upwards to push against her shoulder blades. Her lips met with intense heat throbbing against them, slowly pushing in while her body tried to adjust to this invader. The sharp pain was overtaken with insane pleasure, as he settled for a second before moving his hips. The speed increased slowly, and then he pulled her hips against his as he let his instincts take over.