What about an AU where J, rather than find out what Cyn had planned at the Gala, grabbed Tessa and booked it for the swamp to distract her with the N rescue/repair effort?
Series: Murder Drones
AU Criteria: J takes Tessa to go to N instead of finding out what happened at the Gala
AU title (optional): Dangerous Dance
J senses danger in going to stop Cyn at the Gala, and convinces Tessa that N needs her more. They can hear the screams from the tree.
When they get back, Tessa's parents are… different. They are kinder to her drones and suggests that she should take them all on a trip off planet.
While they are out visiting the colonies, Cyn reveals that part of the Solver remained on Earth and is erradicating the humans, but Tessa is to be spared. V who has been turned fully is serving as their protector, and Cyn appears remorseful.
Getting to Copper 9, they set to work in a secret bunker accessed from Emergency Outpost 3, and barely feel the seismic event following the detonation of the core It was weeks later when they found out that the other humans were gone. They are claimed by the drones as part of the colony once they wake up.
As Tessa ages, the drones begin to worry about losing her, and how they might be able to help keep her around longer.
A ship lands, and Tessa's parents, who haven't aged a day step off… and seem very different to what she remembered.
Summary: Jasira, an elemental witch and girlfriend of Jasper as well as the Cullens get invited to Aro anual ball. Things quickly rise in tension, when Aro and Jasira are caught up in a deadly dance discussing their past entanglements. Jasira still full of hate for Aro, because he killed off her brotherhood in the late 1800s is not giving in to the sweet talk the Volturi king is giving her.
This will be a part of my story "Bloody desire - A Jasper Hale love story" on Wattpad and Ao3 (account names in tumblr description). So everyone who is interessted is welcome reading it.
Word count: 2532
Warnings: generally none, slight threatening with weapons, double meanings, dark tension, but nothing crazy
Again, the monstruous pompousness of the Volterra castle rendered me speechless. Wrapped up in my floor length coat, I trailed behind Heidi. The rest of the Cullens securely walking with Bella and myself in the middle. Aro had invited us all to his annual ball, with the underlying impression of not being able to deny his offer. So, here we were. The guys tucked into neat black suits, a little handkerchief of the color of their mates dress sticking out of the front pocket.
Rosalie wore a long silvery pink dress, that fanned out around her ankles in soft layers. Esme was dressed in a dark royal blue, accentuating her golden eyes with blueish grey eyeliner. Her dress was simple, but had a high slit on her left side, showing of her leg that was glittering with the golden garter and Carlisle initials. Alice dress was a deep forest green off shoulder, that ended knee length in the front to then flow to her ankles on the back. From her ears two delicate sliver chains with pearls on the end were swaying with every turn of her head. Unlike the rest Bella was wrapped in a floor length baby blue dress. A simple cut with an embroidered top that originally had a low plunge neckline. But she forced Alice to sow it higher to not show off too much of her neck. Over her shoulders she wore a thin white woolen vest, tightly wrapped around her to give her at least some warmth in the cold castle hallways.
My ears were decorated with little diamond earrings, a silver garter glittering from my left leg, while my fingers were showing of a few silver rings of mine and Rosalies collection. Sheathed in two black leather sheaths I wore two daggers. Coated with diamond and vampire venom as my main piece of jewelry. I hadn’t fully restocked my wardrobe so, me buying this new revealing dress wasn’t something Jasper would have spent lots of time thinking about. I made sure that I would get dressed alone, not showing anyone what I was about to wear.
With my heels clacking on the stone ground, we arrived at the entrance hall of the big ballroom. Aro was waiting on the side, flanked by Felix and Demetri. As soon as he saw us, he walked over to us, his guards neatly following him. He greeted the Cullens an Bella with a short nod, before focusing all of his attention on me. “It is unusual for you to be this covered up.” His soft voice sent shivers down my spine. The cat like fixation of his eyes trained on my face. Stepping forward I opened my coat turning around to let him take it off.
As soon as my dress was revealed, the Cullens took in a sharp breath, clearly not expecting me to wear something like that. Behind me, I could hear Aro giggle slightly, while Felix hid his laughter behind a cough. Demitri just took on a sharp breath. Letting Aro turn me around, I offered a sly smile, ignoring the second wave of surprise that shuffled through the Cullens. Offering me a cold hand, Aro guided me towards the door. “I see you came armed, my lady.” Not looking at him, but keeping up the stiff interaction, I answered: “Isn’t everyone?”
My comment had Aro break out in another short giggle. “Tongue as sharp as always. Tell me, tigrotta, do you really believe your daggers are more than a piece of jewelry?” I turned my head to look him in his piercing red eyes, that didn’t dare to hide the hunger in them. “Tell me, Aro.” I put a slight stretch to his name, observing the twitch washing over his body. “What happened the last time you underestimated me?” Not hiding my threat, I tilted my head. “I believe we have something called a stalemate. Besides, we still have a truce, do we not?”
“Of course, tigrotta. There was no underlying intent on my part.” He answered dunking his voice in so much sweetness, I was about to throw up. When we reached the edge of the dance floor, I wanted to let go of his hand, but Aro kept it in a hard grasp, causing Jasper to slightly growl behind me. He was quickly shut down by Felix puffing himself up next to me, causing Aro to wave him off annoyed. Hearing the music change from a waltz to a tango, I knew what was about to come. “Offer me a dance, principessa. It has been a long time since the last one.”
Letting him guide me to the middle of the dance floor, I vaguely noticed the other vampires clearing it. Leaving Aro and me alone by ourself. That meant nothing good. It was his way of strategically removing me from any security, but I decided to play along and see what the evening would bring. If shit was about to go down, I had Jasper and Emmett at my side in an instant. Putting on a fake smile I answered his question hanging in the room: “60 years if I am not mistaken.”
A low hum rumbled through Aros chest, when he placed one hand on my lower back, while the other held my right arm rigidly straight. He was quick to guide me over the dance floor not caring to throw another glance at anyone else than me. “60 years and you still sway like a goddess.” He commented, grinning when he saw Jasper fuming behind me. Emmett had his hand casually on his shoulder, but I knew he was holding Jasper back from doing something stupid.
“There are things one does not simply forget.” I dished out another stab. Earning a slight scold from Aro. “One also does not simply walk into a ball armed with deadly weapons.” His hand slowly wandered from my lower back to the place the handles of my daggers rested neatly against my bare skin. He wrapped one hand around a dagger, pulling it out with so much speed and throwing it against a wall, that I was nearly unable to stop it from shattering against the stone. Twirling me around with his left hand, he ripped the other dagger out of his sheath holding it playfully in his hand. The other one still hovering inches away from the wall, purely held by my silent airy grasp.
“Good handywork.” He murmured, taking a deeper look at my weapon. With the twist of my left hand, I let the second dagger flow to it, twirling it loosely through my fingers. “They indeed are.” I answered. Now pulling Aros attention back to me. With the turn of his hand, he rotated me back to him. Chest touching my back. Then he pressed the metal of my dagger against my skin, not daring to put pressure on it. His eyes were now trained on Jasper, who was about to break out from Felix hold. The rest of the Volturi guard silently looming over my family.
But I didn’t react to Aro threatening my life. Rather the opposite. “You are playing a dangerous game, Aro.” I said, still letting his step guide the way of our dance. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Twisting me back to face him, bending me backward with the light pressure of the dagger against my throat while the music came to a sudden height of tension. We had stopped dancing by now, completely focused on each other. Both having a dagger against each throat, the other hands still entangled in a deadly grip.
“Would I not?” He asked coyly.
“The better question would be ‘should I not?’.” I simply answered, not moving my weapon.
He was the first to react after seconds of us staring deeply in each others eyes. Taking the dagger from my throat he pushed it back into its cover, soon followed by mine. Again, we picked up our dance where we had left off. “Still as cold blooded as ever.” He praised me, an honest smile plastering his lips.
“The times where I was easily scarred are long gone.” I hissed, this time not caring to hide my open disliking towards him. He chose to ignore my piercing eyes, still smiling like a cat who just found the fountain of milk springing from her garden. “Like the times you came unarmed to my ball.” He retorted, again, bending me over his knee to then swirl me over his arm. I landed gracefully, slowly stepping around him to the beat of the music. “Like the times where you honored our truce.”
“There are rules I need to hold up. Humans are not meant to know about us.” He snarled. I was getting under his skin. Good. “And yet you fail to end my existence. Why is that, Aro? Are you getting lousy in your executions? Or is it hard to find good participants?”
“Do not anger me, woman.” He whispered against my ear, letting my frame crush a little too hard into his chest, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I just smiled, letting my hands come to a hold around his neck, while he was now indecently grabbing my waist to roughly handle me over the stone floor to the rising beat of the music. “I do not intend to anger you, Aro.” I mewled, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He was obviously seeing through my act, but chose to ignore it, or better, play along with it. “You would make such a good representant for us. That’s why I spared you. You are always welcome to join us.”
Letting out a deep sight, I tilted my head mockingly. “Spared me? You killed my family. My brothers, while keeping up a false diplomatic truce. Then you failed to hunt me down, sending out troops after troops to kill me. And still, I am breathing. You simply cannot admit that you are no match for me. Keeping up the shiny façade of good relations while plotting the next attempt to kill off my loved ones, trying to persuade me to join you. Isn’t that right?”
To my surprise he didn’t correct me. “At least this time you would get to keep your lover. Jasper would be another great asset to the court. Maybe I will take Edward and Alice, too.” Letting his eyes wander over my family he hummed. “Ahh, maybe only Alice. I do not need another telepath. I would rather take the open place to collect Theodore as well. He might not be gifted, but keeping my greatest jewel happy, would make my life a lot easier.” Aro had now completely refrained from hiding behind his well kept, innocent façade. Showing his true colors once again. His eyes were hungrily scanning my body, then wandering over to the Cullens that were now threatened against the wall of the room. Letting my eyes wander I could see a lot of red Volturi eyes looking at the conversation happening in the middle of the room.
I took a deep breath, stopping the dance and taking a step back. “In that case, you should weight your options, Aro.” My voice was sharp. “I do not fear another war rising, as I myself are clearly able to take out a third of your guards. You know I am. I already did that. And if you really dare to attack us, be aware that I have resources and connections to witches who are far older than I am. Older than you.” Taking the step back towards him, I lowered my voice. “And if we are already threatening each other so openly, I might as well ask for your wife, Sulpicia. She I wonderful isn’t she? A sweet gem to hold onto. It would be a shame to lose her, would it?”
“You will not harm her!” Aro growled, cowering down, ready to attack me. I just shrugged. “Who talked about harming her? I was merely wondering how she would react, knowing you would start a war against an innocent witch. Especially if said witch does keep regular contact with her. Isnt that right, Sulpicia?” I called out into the room, not drifting my eyes from Aro. But I could hear the soft clacking of small heels on the ground, showing Sulpicias arrival. Aros eye darted to his wife, visibly showing his confusion. “What is she talking about, cara mia?”
“She is right.” Sulpicias angelic voice was easily shutting down the murmuring in the room. “I have had enough of you starting wars with innocent people. She and her brotherhood did nothing wrong. Quite the opposite they made sure to keep the human population safe from the wrath of mislead vampires. A thing you swore to do as well. So as long, as Jasira and the Cullens do not break any of our rules, they are not to be bothered.”
“Two of them are mated to humans. They are already breaking one of our most important laws!” Aro let out, but was shut down by his wife immediately.
“Jasira is not to be viewed as normal human. She is immortal like us, possesses a gift like us, is sworn to secrecy like us. And as far as I heard, Bella is to be turned. There is nothing unrighteous going on. Don’t ruin this ball with your anger, as I do not wish to be strained like that.” Sulpicias voice was strong yet soft, cradling Aro in her hold.
I could see he was fighting the desire to give in to his wife, but after a few seconds he sighted. “Of course, cara mia. I am sure the Cullens will honor our laws. And since Jasira chose a vampire as her mate, she will as well. Am I right?” He looked at me with sharp eyes. I just bowed my head. “As long as there is no corruption and ambush brewing, I will gladly honor your laws.”
“Well then.” He put up his softspoken demeanor. “Let us carry on with the ball.” Clapping in his hands he hushed the guest back on the dance floor.
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of mobster business (barely), love-struck Bucky, fluff, shy reader, tension, cuddling & snuggling, mentions of cheating (not Bucky)
Word Count: 2298
Square Filled: Mafia AU for @marvelfluffbingo (marvelfluffbingo2021) & @star-spangled-bingo (SSB2021)
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Your nose buried in yet another book, you tap your foot to the classic song they play at the podcast you are listening to.
“Miss, did you hear what I said?” taking out your earphones you look up from your table, giving the young man talking to you an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, but this is my lunch break. The library is closed until 1 pm,” you point toward the sign on your desk. “If you want to look around it’s fine, but don’t tell my boss.”
A deep chuckle makes you flinch; you didn’t even see another man stepped toward the table you occupy to read your book in silence. “It’s alright, doll,” he smoothly purrs; eyes roaming your body.
The man smiles, offering his hand to you. “Peter and I will return after your break, pretty girl,” you giggle when the man presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles. “You’re worth the wait.”
“You can have a look around, I don’t mind, Sir,” the man lifts his eyebrows, gaze never wavering. He looks you straight in the eyes, waiting for you to say something, but the way he looks at you makes your heart race. “Just don’t tell my boss, she doesn’t like to see I let people check on the books during my break.”
“I won’t tell anyone, doll,” you watch the younger man out of the corner of your eye. He walks toward the shelves with Russian authors, smiling as he takes one book out of the shelf. “How about we talk a little while my friend looks for the book he wants?”
“Sir, not so loud,” you shush, pointing toward another sign on the wall opposite your table. “Rules. No yelling at a library.”
“Oh, you like rules, huh?” you feel a shiver run down your spine when the man sits on the table, grasping for your hand to slide his index finger over the palm of your hand. “I could read your future from your hand, doll.”
“I don’t believe in fortune-telling, Sir,” he hums, still, the man won’t let go of your hand. “What do you want to talk about?” mesmerized by his gaze you can’t look away.
“What’s your favorite book?” you whip your head, wondering why this attractive man in his expensive suit, and shoes costing more than your car, wants to talk to you. “Doll?”
You blink a few times, looking up at the man with doe eyes as he grazes his thumb over your hand. “If I must choose one to take with me to a deserted island, it’ll be ‘Crime and punishment’, Dostoevsky is one of my favorites.”
“Crime and punishment,” smirking he leans closer to brush his nose over your cheek. “Interesting choice, doll. I thought you would say something like ‘Pride and Prejudice’ or any other story from Jane Austen,” he mumbles. “How about dinner?”
“Dinner?” you choke out. “I don’t think I can go out with you, Sir. I’m not-“ sighing you watch the man lean back, he watches you, a frown on his handsome features. You know men like him. Confident, rich, attractive, not caring about other peoples’ feelings.
“Whoa, this must be a first,” his features change and for a moment, you fear he’ll get mad but there is a smile on his lips when you lean back in your chair. “No girl ever said no to James Buchanan Barnes.”
“Look, you’re a handsome man, Mr. Barnes,” you test his name on your tongue, smiling a little when Bucky smirks at your words. “But when I look at your shoes I know, we don’t really match. I wear shoes costing ten bucks; my pants are three-years-old. My hair is in a messy bun as I didn’t have the money to visit a hairdresser. You look like a male model jumping out of a magazine.”
“You reject me because I’m not poor?” you jump up, scraping the chair over the floor on your way.
“I’m not poor,” you growl. “Only as I got two jobs to pay for everything doesn’t mean people like you got the right to judge me. Get out of the library or come back when my colleague takes over his shift.”
“Boss,” Peter shakes his head when you storm out of the library to hide in the small office in the back. “That was-“ Bucky tuts his protégé, smirking as you left your phone on the table. “You shouldn’t…”
“Peter, you should learn one thing,” Bucky smirks, patting Peter’s cheek with his gloved hand. “Guys like me do what the good boys dream about. I’ll get that sweet girl into my clutches, no matter what I must do…”
“Hello, doll,” lazily leaning against the wall Bucky smirks when you frown deeply. “You didn’t think you shooed me away, didn’t you?”
“I thought you got the message,” grumbling you wipe the last table. “Listen, I got that your alpha instinct tells you to hunt me as I’m the first girl refusing to go out with you, but I got no time for this.”
“Darling, I came here to apologize, not sink my teeth in your flesh,” Bucky huffs when you make a beeline around him. “I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t want to offend or hurt you, sweet girl.”
“We don’t match, Sir. I don’t know why you asked me out,” he pushes off the wall, strolls toward you with long steps. “Mr. Barnes.”
“Bucky to you, doll,” he gives you a soft smile. “And I asked you out as I like you, Y/N. My friend, the young man you met at the library wanted me to read a few books, this way my eyes landed on you.”
“Did you just admit that you stalked me?” snickering Bucky cups your face with his ungloved hand. “Mr. Barnes,” he leans closer to press a soft kiss to your temple and you shiver, feeling your heart begins to race again. “Why me?”
“You helped a little girl find a book and she begged her mom to read it to her,” he cups your cheek, gently running his thumb over your skin. “The mother was busy playing with her phone and ignored her daughter but you, you just sat on one of the chairs and started to read the book to her.”
“I remember that day. She asked me to read her a book as her mom was too busy to chat with men on her phone,” you whisper. “That was months ago, Mr. B– I mean Bucky.” Looking up at the, as you know now, dangerous mobster you suck your lower lip in, chewing on it. “Why would you stick around for that long?”
“I told you that I like you, no-“ he knits his brows together, tries to find the right words. “It’s more than that, doll. When I watched you at the library, talk to a child I imagined it’s our child. One day I saw you sit in a corner, alone and sad, you cried, and I wanted to bring you in my arms to soothe you, Y/N.”
You know, you should be scared. This foreign man, the mobster right in front of you just admitted he watched you for months but oddly, you lean in his touch. His warm hand on your cheek pulls a sigh from your lips and you pray he didn’t hear it.
His gaze mesmerizes you and for a moment, you forget you are still at the restaurant, in your waitress uniform. “B-Bucky,” his lips meet yours in a soft kiss, take your breath away with only a soft press. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Please, one dinner. Go out with me, doll. I promise that I’ll not hurt you, Y/N,” he murmurs against your lips. “I can drive you home and tomorrow, you’ll go out with me.”
“I got more time over the weekend,” you whisper. “How about Saturday? I got to work at the library tomorrow and my mom needs my help at the restaurant too.”
“Saturday sounds good to me,” Bucky’s eyes light up and he smiles like he won the lottery or something when you silently nod. “Where do you want to go? Do you have a favorite restaurant?”
“I don’t know,” unsure you look at Bucky, nervously playing with your fingers. “Nothing too expensive. I got no clothes to wear at a fancy restaurant.”
“Oh, doll,” he smirks now, cupping your face with both hands. “I knew you are one in the million. Any other girl would’ve asked me to buy her a dress.”
“Why would I do something like this?” dumbfounded you to try to make sense out of Bucky’s words while you look up at him. “Girls ask you to buy them clothes to wear at your dates?”
“My sweet girl,” purring the words Bucky looks at you. His blue eyes search your face, try to find a lie behind your innocent façade. “You’re my shy little kitten.”
“He just asked you out after knowing you like five minutes?” your mother asks, watching you sigh dreamily. “You know about his reputation – right? He has a new girl on his arm every week, sweetheart. You should know better, Y/N.”
“Bucky is nice,” you mutter, hating your mother made you doubt your decision.
“Bucky it is already?” sighing your mother tries to make you crumble. “I’m worried, is all, Y/N. After the breakup with Stuart, I thought-“ you sniff, shaking your head at the memory of your high school sweetheart in another girl’s arms. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought him up.”
“James is not like Stuart. I just want to go out with him,” you cry. “For once I want to believe a handsome man like James Buchanan Barnes can be interested in me. He’s nice and I want to go out with him. If he makes fun of me, you can tell me you told me so afterward.”
“Y/N, you are beautiful, smart, caring and any man should be happy to get your attention. If that man hurts you, I’ll find and castrate him,” your mother threatens. “Now let me find a nice dress for you to wear.”
“This is too expensive, Bucky,” whispering the words you look around the restaurant. “They all look like they jumped out of a fashion magazine.”
“Doll, you look beautiful,” Bucky pulls your chair, ignoring you try to tell him your dress is out of style for years. “It’s a nice dress, Y/N.” you want to believe Bucky and his charming smile, but the way the other women at the restaurant look at you tells another story.
“It’s not nice,” you look down at your plain sundress, the one your mother bought you for your birthday. “My mom bought it but it’s not the right choice for a restaurant like this.”
“Nonsense,” grasping for your hand Bucky presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Nothing is too expensive for my girl,” you feel your cheeks heat up when Bucky moves closer with his chair to kiss your neck. “I’m going to make you my queen, doll.”
“I’m no queen, Bucky,” looking around the restaurant you feel out of place. All the other girls seem to enjoy the men by their side pay for everything. “Why should I want you to pay for everything?”
“You’re so fucking cute,” Bucky pecks your cheek, smiling when you shyly grasp for his hand. “Sorry, I shouldn’t curse at our first date, Y/N. I can be a better man for you. What did your mom say?”
“She said you’ve got a bad reputation but, I wanted to go on this date with you,” Bucky holds your hand. He looks at you, smiling softly when you tell him you wanted to get to know him better.
“Doll, I will not lie to you,” he presses your hand to his heart, still that content smile on his lips, “I’m a dangerous man and our relationship will be a dangerous dance as there are people out there wanting to kill me, and you are not used to my lifestyle.”
“I see,” you choke the words out, afraid Bucky changed his mind. “Maybe I’m not the right girl.”
“No, doll. I meant my life is not the one you are used to. My friends wear guns and sometimes we choose our fists to solve problems. But if you want to become my girl, I promise to always protect you, Y/N…”
Bucky holds your hand the whole way from his car to his house, or rather the fortress he calls his home. While you look at the huge mansion with wide eyes Bucky watches you nervously shuffle from one foot to the other, smiling as you squeeze his hand.
He can’t explain it, but there is something about you making him feel less dark, less broken.
“Do you want to go out with me again?” your question makes the mobster smile. He cups your face gently before you can blink, lips brushing yours softly. “Bucky?”
“I will make you my girl if you let me, doll,” kissing Bucky back you wrap your arms around his neck. “How about I show you my house and we can watch the movie you told me about?”
Nestled on the couch, wrapped in Bucky’s arms you try to follow the movie, but your eyes flutter shut. Bucky settled behind you. He just holds you to his warm chest, sighs deeply when you turn around to rest your head against his chest.
“I’ll protect you, doll. No one will ever hurt you or take you away from me.”
“Promised?” looking up at the mobster you slide your fingers through his hair.
“Promised,” Bucky whispers. He kisses you softly, taking his time to explore your mouth. “My girl will always be safe with me…”
Summary: When you first saw him, you knew he wasn’t like any other man that walked through the doors. There was a gleam in his eyes that screamed mischief. A gleam you would come to crave just as much as he craved you, if not more. When you first saw him, you had no idea what you were in for.
A/N: Thank you @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me, and inspiring me to turn this into a real series!! This is the last chapter, people!! Thank you for sticking with me and the story :):)
Warnings: Time jump. Explicit language. Angst. Fluff. Smut. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Fingering. Oral (female receiving). Unprotected sex. Public sex.
Bamby
A lot had changed in five years. For starters, you’d left your job, your home… your city. You’d packed your things up, gathered your life’s savings, and jumped a few states over. Eventually you found a cute little town in Kansas, and made it your new home.
With all the money you’d saved from dancing, and the money you got from selling your apartment, you were able to buy and open up your own dance studio. You went from a stripper to a teacher in just a few months.
You loved your new job and new life. Loved the different kinds of people who came in to learn how to dance. In the mornings you taught simple ballroom, which was mostly for elderly people who still wanted to get out there and be young. In the afternoons you taught kids, changing up the style of dance every day. The evenings were for women looking to unlock their femininity.
Evenings were your favourite. Leaving your old job hadn’t been an easy choice, but after everything that had happened you just couldn’t stay there. So when you started to teach dance you quickly decided to add an exotic dancing class to the list.
“See you tomorrow, Y/N!” Carol, one of the mums of your younger students, called as she headed for the door.
Waving goodbye, you smiled around your your water bottle as you took a drink. Carol and her daughter were the last to leave. As soon as the door closed behind them you grabbed your towel to bat the sweat from your forehead, before you turned the music back on and started to dance.
You had a few hours before the evening women would start filing in. Most days you liked to work out the kinks of the routine you’d be teaching that day before everyone started showing up.
In the middle of the dance, you were surprised by the sound of the bell above the door ringing.
“Wow, you’re earl-” you cut yourself off as you turned to the door. “Holy shit.”
Five years. It had been five years since you’d seen that face.
Sam stood there, a little awkwardly, as he stood in front of the door. He looked a little short, his back slouched, so unlike before, when he would always stand tall and straight. His hair was a little shaggier, too, giving him a softer look. It was him, but in an instant you could tell he was different.
“Hi,” he finally spoke after minutes of silence.
That one word was like a slap, bringing you back to reality.
“Hi? Hi?” you scoffed, shaking your head. “You run off while I’m asleep and show up five years later with a ‘hi’?”
Shifting on the spot, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, he cleared his throat. “What am I supposed to say?”
“You could explain yourself,” you suggested with a shrug. “You cut me up, mark me with your initials, and then disappear.” You shook your head at him, still not even sure this was actually happening. “How’d you even find me?”
“My brother and I live-”
“Wait.” You lifted a hand and gave him a confused frown. “You have a brother? You never mentioned that before.”
“That’s because I had no soul and didn’t see a reason to,” he explained simply.
Your eyes went wide as you stared at him, his words replying over and over. “You… you had no soul?”
“Yeah… another thing I didn’t see the point in telling you.”
“So when you disappeared… is it because you were bored of me?”
“No.” Shaking his head, he stepped further into the room. “My brother got my soul back and I forgot everything. For months. When I did remember I went a little crazy. And then there were… monster problems. By the time I went to look you up you were gone.”
“But you found me…”
“By accident, yeah.” He nodded. “Dean, my brother, and I live just out of town. I’ve… I’ve seen you around.”
“And, what, you just never had the guts to come see me?”
“Do you blame me?” He moved closer, carefully, watching your reaction to make sure he didn’t scare you. “I was horrible to you.”
Your brows furrowed. “How? I mean, the leaving me thing was pretty shit, but everything else? None of that was bad.”
“I used you,” he argued. “I ordered you around. I broke your work rules. I was possessive and controlling. I killed a siren in your bedroom. And then I got pissed that you slept with the siren, that looked exactly like me, so I carved my initials into your back. I was a monster.”
“That’s not how I saw things.” You shrugged. “You were a guy I couldn’t stop thinking about. A guy I wanted to break the rules for. You fucked me like no one else could, and no one else has since, by the way. I mean, I tried to find someone to replace you, but you’re one of a kind, Sam. And you didn’t just kill a siren in my room, you saved me. That thing would have killed me if it wasn’t for you.”
Still moving closer, he sighed and shook his head again. “I hated myself for what I did to you.”
“What you did with me,” you corrected, reaching out to rest a hand on his chest as he stopped in front of you. Your fingers spread along his shirt as you tried to touch as much of him as possible. “You were incredible, Sam. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
“Me, too,” he admitted, looking down at you with darkening eyes. “I hated what I- we did… because I loved it. You were the only thing I didn’t completely ruin when I had no soul.”
“You ruined me plenty.” Your lips curved into a grin. “But I loved every second of it.”
His hand rested on your arm and fingers curved as they pressed into you with a grip that spoke a million words. This hadn’t been his intention, but now that you were in front of him he was finding it hard to hold back. Having you close, feeling you, seeing you… it was too much.
“Let me see them,” he breathed. “Let me see your back.”
Biting your lip, you pulled back and turned before lifting your loose tank top. Sam groaned the instant he spotted the scars made by him. His hand slid along your hip and gripped it as he started to move you forward until your hands slapped against the mirror in front of you.
“Can… can I touch you? Fuck… I wasn’t going to do this, but now that you’re here,” he groaned. “Can I touch you? Please?”
Sam had never begged when you’d been together before, but hearing it now… it was delicious.
“Yes,” you panted.
His fingers hooked into your shorts and began to drag them down the curve of your ass. His knuckles dragged along your skin, making you moan. Dropping to his knees behind you, he let your shorts go. As they fell around your ankles he reached up and pulled your panties to the side and gave your slit a stroke.
You leaned into the mirror with a whimper as he gently teased your folds. Then he was pressing a delicate finger inside you, seeking out your sweet spot as you whined against the mirror.
“Right there,” he breathed against your back as he found the place that made you cry with need.
He stroked with reckless abandon, bringing you to a quick orgasm. As you shook around his finger, hands spread against the mirror, he leaned in and gave your slit a tentative lick.
When you jumped against the touch of his tongue, he grinned and leaned in again. He pushed in a second finger and gave short thrusts as he licked where he was disappearing into you. Pulling out, he started to rub as your clit and replaced his fingers with his tongue. Not too long after, you were coming again.
Suddenly he was pulling away and straightening up behind you. You turned before he could make you, and reached up to pull him down. His lips crashed against yours as his hands grabbed the meat of your ass and hauled you up.
Legs wrapping around his hips, you thrusted into the bulge in his jeans. “Fuck I need you, Sam. Needed you for five years.”
“I know,” he grunted, pressing you against the mirror, he reached between the two of you to undo his pants and pull himself free. “I’m here now. I’m here,” he promised.
With your panties still pulled to the side, he lined himself up and thrust into you.
The two of you groaned at the feeling. Your walls clenched around him, holding him in place. You never wanted to stop feeling this, feeling him. No one else filled you so completely.
“Fuck me, Sam.” Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer to you. “Fuck me.”
Not needing to be told again, he started to move.
You could feel the difference in the way he moved. Even after all this time, you remembered what sex had been like with Sam before, and it was not like this. Before had been about fucking, about getting as much pleasure out of the experience before calling it quits. There was a goal and Sam fucked you through to it.
But as he continued to thrust into you now, you could sense the change in him. He wasn’t just fucking you. There were emotions behind every buck of his hips. He held you with strong but careful hands. Those needs and wants he had before were still there, but they were mixed with the desire to care for you. He wasn’t focused on getting to the end, instead he wanted to feel all of you and everything between now and then.
You never thought sex with Sam could get better… but it had.
Pulling him closer, you pressed your lips to his in a desperate kiss as he continued to fuck you in this new way. “As much as I’m enjoying this,” you breathed against his lips, “people could walk in at any moment.”
Nodding, he pressed his forehead against yours. “Okay.” He gave you a quick kiss before pulling back.
Sam shifted ever so slightly so every thrust hit you in that perfect way. You held onto his shoulders for dear life, digging your nails into him. Hands gripping your hips, he held you in place and fucked you into a sudden orgasm.
You cried and clenched around his cock, pulling his own climax out of him. With a grunt and a groan, Sam spilled deep inside of you.
“Wow.” Your lips pulled into a lazy smile. “Wow.”
Chest heaving, he pulled out of you with a hiss and tucked himself away. “Lost for words?”
“Just a little.” You nodded as you adjusted your panties before grabbing your shorts from the floor and slipped them back on. “Luckily there’s showers here. Last thing I need is to smell like sex while teaching exotic dancing.”
“You teach exotic dancing?” he asked, watching you with an amused smile.
“I teach all kinds of dancing,” you noted. “But yes… why?”
Shrugging, he stepped closer again. “I’ve missed watching you dance.”
“Well…” you reached under his shirt to run your hand over his hard stomach. “I’ll just have to find the time to dance for you, then.”
The flirty playfulness left his eyes then as he faltered for a moment. “Um… I don’t… this can’t happen, Y/N.”
You snatched your hand away. “Excuse me?”
“Y/N, you know what I do. You know about the monsters. I came here to apologise, not to ask if we can go back to the way things were before.”
“Well you should have thought about that before you fucked me.” Glaring at him, you shoved at his chest and started to headed for the small locker room.
Sam was hot on your tail. “I didn’t plan on doing that.”
“But you did!” you exclaimed, spinning on your heels to glare up at him. “And let me guess, you regret it.”
“No,” he answered without missing a beat. “But I would regret dragging you into my mess.”
Again, you shoved at his chest. “What if I want to be a part of it? You ever think to ask? Sure, I’m not ready to go around stabbing things, but you think I’m ready to watch you walk out of here? At least last time I didn’t have to deal with a shitty goodbye.”
“Y/N…”
“I love you,” the words spilled from your lips before you could stop yourself. As soon as they were out, though, you rolled with it. “Despite you being a prick, despite the siren, despite the fact what we had was nothing more than fucking, I loved you. And then you left and I tried to get over you, but I haven’t. I love you, asshole.”
His eyes were wide as he stared down at you. “Really?”
Groaning, you shoved at his chest one more time. When you went to turn away again, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him.
“Okay.”
You frowned up at him, confused. “Okay? Okay what?”
“Let’s do it.” He shrugged. “If you can still love me, despite everything I did and after five years of nothing, I’d be a fool to let you go. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I got my memories back. If I leave you again I’m gonna regret it for the rest of my life. So, let’s do it. You’re probably going to get hurt and hate me in the end, but I wanna do this.”
“You mean…”
Instead of answering, he pulled you even closer and brought his lips down to yours. The kiss was so deep and intense your knees buckled and head spun. There was no denying it that after a kiss like that, he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
An idea for a phicc/ original writing piece (still debating if I should make it original or phicc) has me stuck so of course ima just draw something to hopefully get more inspiration for it,,,, anyways I title this “A Dangerous Dance”
Summary: When you first saw him, you knew he wasn’t like any other man that walked through the doors. There was a gleam in his eyes that screamed mischief. A gleam you would come to crave just as much as he craved you, if not more. When you first saw him, you had no idea what you were in for.
A/N: I used the Soulless Sam scent from @scentsfromthebunker as inspiration for this chapter :)
“What do you mean Faith is fired?” you asked Brandi, one of your co-workers.
She shrugged, leaning against the door frame. “All I know is she hasn’t been in for over two weeks, and hasn’t called in to say why. We all know how it goes, babe. She got a new boyfriend, he hated her job, and so she turned her back on it. It happens all the time.”
You looked in the mirror at yourself as you thought about Sam. While he wasn’t your boyfriend, he was something intimate. You wondered if he would want you to quit, if he cared about your job.
He didn’t like sharing, but it was mostly about touching. He didn’t mind others watching you, as long as they followed the rules he’d torn to shreds. Only he could have you like that.
“Faith loves her job,” you countered. “And she would have said something. She would have called me.”
Brandi gave you a fake pout. “Sucks when you get dumped, huh?” Instead of waiting for a response, she moved on, “Anyway because she’s run off with her tail between her legs,” she pushed off the door frame, “you’re gonna have to take a few extra shifts.”
“Fine, but I’m not doing the suites anymore.” You rose from your seat and grabbed your denim jacket, getting ready to leave.
“Are you insane? That’s the best way to get some extra cash.” She eyed you carefully. “Please don’t tell me you’re seeing someone, too. Not that I don’t want you to be happy and have all kinds of happy endings, but girl… you’re one of our bests.”
“It’s not like that,” you sighed. “He’s not a boyfriend, it’s casual.”
“Then why does it matter if you do the suites or not?”
Because I’m his.
“Does it matter?” you asked, passing her.
“Not really.” She turned to watch you walk down the hall. “Just means more money for me.”
Rolling your eyes, you didn’t bother turning back as you continued for the exit, wanting nothing more than to be home already.
You opened your front door, not caring that the red sheer lace slip you wore did nothing to hide you from any peering eyes. All you cared about was the man on the other side, and once your gaze fell on him, it was game over.
Sam stepped into the room, leaning in close as he kicked the door shut and grasped the side of your face with his large hand. His lips ghosted over yours, breath fanning over you. Your heart fluttered and eyes rolled as your skin rose with goose bumps. His other hands fisted your slip by your hip, pulling and tugging on the material as he drank in the sight of you melting before him.
“This for me?” He gave the slip another tug.
Biting your lip, you nodded, unable to form words.
“When you sent me the text, I didn’t expect to find something so… pretty.”
Groaning, you let him turn you around as he started towards the couch, with your back to his chest. His breath fanned over your neck as he leaned in, fingers gripping your hips tightly. You let out a gasp as he suddenly pushed you forward, bending you over the arm of the couch roughly.
His hands slid up the back of your thighs, lifting your slip to reveal your bare ass. Pushing against you, he ground his jean covered bulge into you. Your fingers curled into the couch arm, head rolling as you pressed back into him in return.
Leaning in closer, Sam whispered in your ear, “Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
Chuckling lightly, he pulled back. “Careful. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Turning around to face him, you let your eyes drag up his chest before locking onto his hazel gaze. “I trust you, Sam.”
Staring into your eyes, something changed in him. Something snapped, as lust clouded his gaze. Before you knew what was happening, he tore the slip off you and grabbed your thighs and hauled you into his arms. You clung to him as he moved through your house and into your room, before dropping you onto your bed.
You watched with bated breath as he pulled back and made quick work of his belt. Once it was free from the loops of his jeans, he grabbed your wrist and bound them with the belt before he pulled your arms up above your head.
“Keep them there. Do not move,” he ordered.
All you could do was nod and bite your lip.
He pulled away again and moved out of sight. You stayed there and waited before he returned, holding up one of your silk scarves.
Crawling up the bed, a knee on either side of your hips, he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, he lifted your head just enough to slip the scarf around before tying it around your eyes. You were left blind.
Trying to follow him with your ears, you concentrated on listening to his movements. You didn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a match being lit, before you smelt the familiar scents of one of your candles. Vanilla, cinnamon, orange, coconut, and patchouli
You hummed, breathing in the smells as Sam climbed off you. Once he was no longer on the bed, you had no idea where he was. Without his touch, you were clueless.
“You’re so fucking hot like that,” he groaned. You tried to follow his voice, but it felt like it was coming from everywhere. “Too hard to resist. Just can’t help myself, seeing you laid out like this.” His voice was getting rougher, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin.
As you realised what he was doing, you moaned and squeezed your legs together.
“No.” He reached out with one hand and gripped your thigh, pulling it away from the other so you would open up for him. “Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”
He continued to jerk off, the sound of his fist around his cock hitting your ears like a siren song. You arched ever so slightly, wanting nothing more than to watch.
The blindfold, you quickly realise, didn’t just take away your sight, but also blurred your sense of time. It could have been five seconds or five hours as you laid there listening and aching for him. You had no idea how long it took before you felt him spurt onto your stomach as he let out a long and guttural groan.
You jumped and whined when he then began to rub at his cum. Unable to see him, you just had to imagine the dark look in his eyes as he stared down at where he’d painted you with his seed. He played with it, spreading it around and rubbing some of it in before his fingers pulled away.
Waiting, panting with anticipation, your attention was quickly caught by a new smell as something neared your face. Then two wet fingers were rubbing at your lips, coaxing them open.
Letting out a gasp, you opened your mouth for his fingers. Sam thrust them in and out of your mouth, watching as you licked and sucked, tasting what was left over from his ministrations. Your taste buds were overtaken by the salty taste of him.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted, watching as you cleaned his fingers. When you were done, you let them go with a ‘pop’. “God, you’re perfect.” He pulled his fingers away and dragged his hand down your body.
Still panting, chest heaving, you arched into his touch as he grasped your breast and tweaked your nipple. He stayed there, paying close attention to the way you responded to his touch as he played with your breasts. He squeezed them, and pinched them, before leaning in. His breath fanned over the nipples, and then your felt his lips.
He sucked your nipples into his mouth before letting them go with a wet sound that made you clench around nothing. He licked between the valley of your breasts, moaning and groaning against your skin. Arching into him, you began to grind against nothing.
Pulling away once more, he watched you squirm on the bed, desperate for him. You could feel his eyes as they dragged over your body, taking in every inch until they landed between your thighs.
Groaning, he reached forward to run a finger along your folds, making you jump and buck into his touch. “You’re so fucking wet.”
When you felt his breath on your slit, your back arched to an almost painful point. He simply chuckled lowly, and then you felt his tongue.
He licked a line along your slit, taking his time and savouring the taste. You let out a long moan as he took his time devouring you. The way he growled against you, his grip on your thighs tightening as he leaned in more to lick you clean… you were desperate to grab his head and hold him in place while you thrust against his eager tongue.
Sam made you feel things you’d never felt before. He gave you pleasure like no one else and nothing else could. It was like he had the key to unlock all your desires.
You were quick to come, curling your fingers into a fist as you kept your hands where Sam told you to hold them. Your back arched and eyes squeezed shut as you fought to close your legs against his grasp. Sam kept you spread open, though, as he sucked your clit into your mouth and reached down to press his fingertip into you.
Grinding against him, you whined with need. Your previous climax had barely finished but your were desperate for another. There was an ache inside you, and itch that was only get worse and worse.
“Sam,” you whined, grabbing your blankets to pull on them as you bucked against his face.
He just continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling you through another quick orgasm that had you crying against your blindfold. As you whimpered through the ripples of pleasure that ran through you, Sam let your clit go before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.
You shuddered as he began to trail kisses further up your body, taking his time. Moaning and twitching with each press of his lips, you were prepared for him to push his fingers further into you and quickly crook them.
Letting out a scream, you were muffled by Sam as he sealed your lips with his. He kiss was deep, the taste of you mixing with the remaining taste of Sam. Fucking you with his fingers, he pressed them against your sweet spot that had you screaming more.
Tearing his lips from yours, he dragged them to your ear where he groaned, “Fuck baby, I could keep you like this all night and all day. Have you squirming for me. Wonder if you’ll squirt.” Reaching between your bodies with his free hand, he pressed against your stomach. “Come on baby,” his fingers pressed against that same spot a little harder as he pulled back to meet your gaze, “do it for me.”
Unable to scream anymore, your back arched even further, to the point of almost pain, as you came again. Sam’s fingers fucked your through it as you gushed all over his hand. He watched, with darkened eyes, groaning at the sight.
“Fuck. I can’t wait any longer.” Pulling his hands away quickly, he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist before he lined his cock up and thrust into you.
The sound that tore from your lips was like no sound you’d ever made before. Sam seemed to be spurred on by the noise, as he began to fuck you hard and fast, slamming into your cervix with every thrust. It was all too much, all over powering, you came once more, squirting around his cock.
Pulling back, he Knelt on the bed, holding you down with one hand as he fucked into you. He watched as you squirmed and writhed, crying against your blindfold. Thrust into you, he pushed into the perfect spot at this angle, quickly pushing you into another orgasm.
As you neared your end, he chased his own. Right as you both neared your peaks, he reached forward and pulled your blindfold off. You flinched at the sudden light, but quickly recovered and found yourself looking up at Sam as he knelt before you, your legs draped over his.
With his eyes locked onto yours, and yours locked onto his, you both came groaning as shocks of euphoria washed through your both.
