the world slows (for the measure of an age-old dance) - cywscross - Bleach (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
Title: the world slows (for the measure of an age-old dance)
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Coyote Starrk/Kyouraku Shunsui, Kyouraku Shunsui, Coyote Starrk
Rating: T
Word Count: 6,518
Summary: The world has become a frozen, forsaken purgatory, but it isn't so hard to build something warm and safe and enduring when they have each other.
Tags: Post-Canon AU, Canon Divergence AU, Coyote Starrk Lives, Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Soul King Ichigo, Loss of Powers, Developing Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Late Night Conversations, Possessive Behaviour, Domestic Fluff
Submitted For:
@squarebysquare
- Square by Square Bingo: ShunStarrk Card - Sharing a Bed for Warmth
- Square by Square Bingo: February Flash Event 2026 - A Touch That Lingers // Love, Unspoken
ANGST: "This is where I saw you for the first time." @anyfandomangstbingo
FLUFF: Florist AU @anyfandomfluffbingo
WC: 6,173
A/N: So all of my bingo prompts are from 2021 incomplete cards. But I am damn determined to finish them. My mind won't allow for unfinished cards, no matter how old or irrelevant they may be. It counts to me. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated. : )
My Masterlist
Dean parked in front of the motel office. He glanced at his brother in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed out the side window as it had been the whole ride. Once Dean told him about the case - and the familiar town it was in - Sam agreed to come along and hadn't said a word since. He hadn't read a book or looked at his laptop or phone either. Instead, he sat in pensive silence, his eyes transfixed out the window, but he wasn't watching the passing scenery. He was miles away, buried in memories of his past.
With a sigh, Dean left the car and went to get them a room. He was only mildly surprised that Sam hadn't suggested calling other hunters on the case in their place. Sam had a steely resolve about the whole thing, and Dean was sure he knew exactly why. It wasn't their first time in this town, but it had been over a decade since they'd set foot there.
Dean parked in front of their room, and Sam followed his brother wordlessly, grabbing their bags and shutting the doors behind them. Sam dropped the bags to the floor and plopped heavily on the end of one of the two queen beds in the small and dated motel room; the frame and springs groaned against his weight. Dean sat on the edge of the second bed facing his younger brother, whose hunched posture made him seem as small and thin as the lanky teenager he was when he was last here.
"Hey," Dean cleared his throat, glad when Sam met his eyes. "You good to do this case?"
Sam sighed, and his shoulders slumped. He shook his head and rubbed his hands on his thighs.
"Yeah," he shrugged. "Yeah, I can work the case. It's just…half of me never wanted to come back here or think about any of it, and part of me…"
"Wants to find out if she's still around or mated?" Dean finished for him, ignoring the glare he got in return.
The last time they were in this town, Sam was in his senior year and had graduated. Almost immediately, he'd met a girl who stole his heart, and they were inseparable. Sam would tell Dean all about it and ask for advice when it came to dates or losing their virginity to each other. Dean was proud of Sam and happy for his younger brother.
But then John said it was time to move on, scooped in without warning, and took Sam and Dean away from that town and on to the next hunt. Sam was devastated and angry, shouting at his father and threatening to run off. Dean assumed it was a big part of why Sam eventually left him and Dad and went to Stanford. It wasn't the only reason, as things had been building for a long time. But it had to be the straw that broke the camel's back.
Dean knew that seeing the town the case was in would trigger something in Sam. Part of him knew they couldn't just leave a hunt unattended, and part of him knew Sam would either try to find or actively avoid seeing her. Maybe a tiny part of him hoped that by bringing Sam there, they could find her, and maybe Sam could have a chance at happiness. Perhaps he hoped it could make up for the wrongs in the past, for letting Dad take them away to begin with.
"Look," Dean sighed. "I know that losing your mate was really hard for you, and no one can replace her. But you've got that whole Alpha thing and the ruts, and it's getting harder for you without a mate."
Dean tried to be sympathetic. Like their father, he was a Beta. Alphas and Omegas were common but still an anomaly. Though Dean had studied and learned everything about Alphas to better understand his brother and his suffering, he couldn't really comprehend what Sam went through. He couldn't feel it like Sam did. So, the best he could do was try to be as supportive and understanding as possible, imagining if he'd lost someone he loved in such a horrific way.
Sam looked at him with a furrowed brow, "Jess wasn't my mate."
"Wait, what?"
Sam sighed, "We never mated," he admitted. "It just…never felt like the right time. There was never a glow when our cycles aligned, so I knew we could be compatible but weren't… mates. I think that's why we kept putting it off, and then -"
Dean nodded in understanding. But if Jess wasn't his mate, maybe Sam still had a mate somewhere. And if it wasn't Jess, well, the only other person Dean ever saw Sam care about that much was her.
-
The case was wrapped up within three days, relatively straightforward. Dean was grateful. He had done most of the work as Sam was increasingly on edge. Dean was wary, giving Sam space, even if he insisted he could work the case. It didn't make it any easier dealing with a seriously agitated Alpha, who was acting stranger and stranger. And while Dean was familiar with the term 'stop and smell the roses,' it was alarming how Sam kept stopping to smell flowers and the soil in which they grew.
Sam was utterly oblivious to the confused and worried looks his brother gave him and others as they worked the investigation. He couldn't think, constantly surrounded by the familiar scent of flowers and earth that reminded him of her. In this town, the familiar scent everywhere he turned was making things worse, and his rut ramped up off schedule.
He couldn't focus on the case. When they entered the police station, Dean talked, and Sam was instantly drawn to the fresh, large bouquet on the counter. He quickly buried his nose in it, breathing in deeply of the floral scents, a hint of the dirt in which they grew barely there. It wasn't until Dean pulled and pushed on him, getting his attention and forcefully separating him from the plant, that Sam realized what the hell he was doing and what it must have looked like. He tried to ignore the gawking and stares from passersby at his odd behavior. At Dean's insistence, he left the station and waited in the car.
Sam jumped at the sound of the Impala's driver's door opening as his brother climbed behind the wheel. Dean started the car and sat back with a sigh.
"What's going on with you, man?" When Sam groaned but didn't answer, Dean continued. "I knew coming here might be a bad idea, but I didn't think it would get you so worked up."
"I'm fine," Sam ground out through clenched teeth.
"Oh, yeah. You're real fine," Dean scoffed. "Burying your face in every plant you see, you're red and sweaty, and even I'm choking on your scent."
"Maybe I should sit out the rest of the hunt, like you said," Sam agreed, defeatedly. "Just my cycle off or something."
"Or something," Dean grumbled, shifting the car into drive. "Let's get some food - if you think you can handle it - and then we'll go back to the motel so you can rest up."
Sam scowled but didn't respond. He might be going into a rut, but he could still handle and conduct himself properly in public. Okay, so the plant thing was admittedly weird. But he could consciously try to make an effort not to sniff every plant he saw. They settled in at the diner's table, and Dean placed an order for them both. Sam was too busy trying not to let his rut get the better of him that he couldn't care about or focus on anything else.
When the waitress returned with their food, she first set down Dean's plate. Then, as she went to set down Sam's, she dropped it, and it fell to the tabletop with a clatter, the food splattering in all directions. The brothers' heads shot up to see what caused the issue, but the waitress wasn't even looking at them. Her eyes glowed with a bright orange light, her gaze fixed on an Alpha male customer standing in the diner's doorway.
The man's eyes glowed in response, and he growled. The next second, the waitress ran away at full speed, and the Alpha followed as quickly as his feet would carry him. The diner was filled with hoots and hollers from the customers, and applause filled the building as the couple's potent scents swirled and dissipated with their disappearance. Dean turned to Sam with a broad grin, which quickly faded when he saw his brother's angry scowl.
"It's not that bad," Dean chuckled at the mess of food left behind, signaling another waitress who ran to assist.
"I'm so sorry," she said as she wiped up the mess, another employee coming with a bin to help. "We'll bring out a new order right away."
"It's no problem," Dean grinned, and the waitress predictably swooned and hurried to get the order. "See, Sam? All fixed."
Dean was worried his overgrown brother would Alpha out at any moment, considering he had been extra sensitive the last few days.
"I don't care about the mess," Sam said. "It's just -"
"It's just normal," Dean finished for him. "It's a good thing, Sam. It means two mates have found each other and are about to bond."
"It shouldn't have to be like that," he growled. "It should be more discreet. Private."
"You know what I think?" Dean said after Sam's new plate was delivered. "I think you're mad you ain't found that glow yet, and being here is making it worse. I also think all your running ain't just about hunting."
Sam couldn't bring himself to argue, too tired and irritated from the day. He was grateful when they returned to the motel, even though it was still early afternoon. Dean wanted him to sit out the remainder of the hunt. Sam wanted to argue but couldn't. He wasn't very productive anyway, as his mind was filled with memories of his past and her.
The first time he saw her, he was walking back to the motel from school. She had veered off the sidewalk onto an overgrown path into the woods. Curious, Sam followed her at a distance, careful not to give away his position. She wasn't attempting to cover her tracks, and she seemed at peace walking through the mud and creeks, uncaring of the dirt on her shoes or the bottoms of her denim overalls. She walked to a clearing along the creek's banks where many flowers grew, entirely out of place to their environment.
He made his presence known, and after an awkward silence during which he was afraid she might run off, she invited him to join her. It turns out the small plot of land belonged to her family and used to have a cabin on it, but it was demolished years ago. She liked to come to that spot independently, enjoy nature's peace, and practice gardening. She loved digging in the earth, planting and caring for the plants and flowers, and watching them grow under her care.
It shouldn't have surprised him that those scents clung to her, were ingrained in her, earth and flowers a part of her essence. He loved to hold her close and bury his nose in her neck, inhaling that scent like he needed it to breathe. She was bright and carefree and welcomed him into her life, first as a friend and then more, with an open heart and mind. It was too easy to fall for her, and Sam told her nearly everything about his family and his life, but he withheld the finer details of monsters and hunting, not wanting her to be afraid of him or the world.
He had wondered if she could be his Omega, but she hadn't presented yet when they were together. Her rich scent, however, always had his untamed young Alpha crawling to the surface. When his father packed them into the Impala in the middle of the night, Sam fought and argued, but in the end, he had no choice but to follow his family to the next town and case. When he left for Stanford, he left everything in his past behind to move beyond it into something new and different. He hadn't really thought about her again until Dean mentioned the case in this town.
Sam was interrupted from his musings as Dean entered the motel room and closed the door behind him. He wasn't sure how long he'd sat there, lost in thought, but it was midday when he entered the room, and now, when Dean opened the door, it was dark outside.
"Have you been sitting there the whole time?" Dean asked, seeing Sam sitting on the edge of one of the beds as he had been when he left. Nothing in the room seemed out of place, but the TV was off, and Sam looked lost and surprised.
"What time is it?"
"Late," Dean answered. He removed his blazer and tie, then dropped to the edge of the other bed, facing his brother. "I gotta admit, Sammy, I'm a little worried."
"I'll be fine once this case is done and we leave."
Dean nodded, "Okay. Well, I think I can wrap it up tonight. We can probably head out in the morning if you're up for it."
"Yeah," Sam sighed, kicking off his shoes and laying back on the bed. "I'll just…rest."
Dean let him lie as he changed and got ready for the hunt. He knew who and what he was dealing with; he just had to take them out. Sam hadn't moved an inch since he'd laid down. Dean hoped he could finish this quickly and get his brother home safely. Dean was worried he might go feral, with his ruts worsening and his behavior becoming more erratic. It would be better to have him home in a concrete underground Bunker than loose among civilians.
At least he could control him better there, tie him down if need be. Buy him some time to try and find a solution or band-aid to prevent the inevitable. Ideally, Sam needed a mate. But they might be running out of time for that, too, and Sam was incredibly stubborn.
-
"Are you sure?" Sam asked as he settled his hips between her thighs.
He ran the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away her juices from her second orgasm. Dean had given him tips and tricks for his and Y/N's first time together. Their parents were out of town for the weekend, and Sam wanted to plan a romantic evening. They had been together for months and said their 'I love you's' to each other. Now, they were ready to move into the physical, and Sam was grateful that it was her.
"Yes, Sam. I love you," Y/N said, cupping his cheek and pulling his lips to hers.
He groaned, pulling from the kiss long enough to roll a condom down his stiff and throbbing length. Y/N watched with rapt attention, spreading her legs wide to welcome him back in place. They were both hot and sweaty, eager and desperate, and Sam knew neither would last long—at least, not this first round.
He slid within her fairly quickly, trying to minimize the pain of breaking her hymen - taking her virginity and giving his in return - rubbing her clit in tight circles like Dean told him to do. She winced and stiffened, then sighed and relaxed, her pussy fluttering around him.
"I love you, too," Sam responded as he started thrusting slowly and steadily, allowing them to feel and adjust to each other.
It didn't take long for Sam's pace to increase, and a short while later, Y/N was cumming hard around him. Sam looked down at where they were connected, her pussy stretched wide to accommodate him. His knot popped, locking them together, and he leaned into her neck, biting hard into the flesh until her blood hit his tongue. Groaning, he rutted his hips, though locked in place, drawing out every ounce of their orgasms.
-
Sam woke with a drawn-out groan. His whole body ached and burned with a fever. His clothes and the bed beneath him were soaked in sweat, the room so saturated that even he choked on the scent. His rut had broken in the night, which must have been why he'd had such a vivid dream of him and Y/N.
It was a dream of their first time together, but it hadn't ended like that. He hadn't knotted or claimed her - as he was newly presented, and she hadn't presented yet - but his mind had twisted it into what his rutting Alpha desired. He would lose his mind if he didn't get out of this town and away from any thought of her.
Sam wasn't sure how long he had slept, but Dean wasn't in the room. He decided to shower, change, and strip the bed quickly, hopefully before Dean returned and had to suffer the potent stench of Sam's unscheduled rut. Thirty minutes later, Sam finished cleaning and opened a window to air out the room when Dean returned with a bag of food and a tray of coffee.
Sam tried to stand and look as normal as possible as Dean's eyes looked him over from across the room, but he knew his big brother could see right through him. No matter how much he tried to appear okay, Dean always knew.
"I got some food," he offered.
Sam took the opening, sat at the small table, and dug in. He hadn't realized his hunger until the food was in front of him. Dean joined him, and they ate in silence for a short while.
"Now that the case is done, we should leave town ASAP." Dean offered, and Sam nodded. "Unless you want to look for Y/N."
"No."
Sam shook his head and cleaned up his mess, turning his back on Dean, who was still sitting at the table, food abandoned.
"Sam," Dean tried. "You need a mate."
"I have no right, Dean!" Sam roared, catching his brother by surprise. "I left her and never came back. I probably broke her heart. I broke my own heart."
"That wasn't you, that was Dad."
Sam shook his head again, "I'll start packing. We should leave."
Just mentioning her name had Sam on edge. His Alpha snarled and clawed at the cage Sam put him in, desperate to break free. But he had no right to barge into her life after all these years. Besides that, what if she didn't want him? What if she was mated? Sam wasn't sure he could handle finding her and not having her. It would be better never to see her and never know. Dean didn't know what to say to convince Sam otherwise, so he kept quiet and watched his younger brother like a hawk as they packed up the Impala and hit the road.
"Can we make a stop?" Sam asked, pulling a card out of his pocket and handing it to Dean. It was for a florist, and Dean remembered seeing the card at the police station by the bouquet Sam wouldn't stop sniffing. "Should be just up ahead."
He needed to ask Sam about this plant obsession, but if it helped to calm him for the long ride home, Dean didn't mind—though it certainly wouldn't keep him from complaining about it.
The store was easy to find. It was situated on the main drive through town, and Dean quickly pulled the car into a spot along the curb. The shop was small and cute, though the name was a little weird. Oops-A-Daisy was written on the store windows, and a slightly faded sign bearing the name hung above the door.
"Alright, I'll go in and get you something. Just like…a plant in dirt in a pot or something?" Dean tried his best to understand, but this whole thing was way out of his depth.
"I don't know what I want," Sam said. "I want to pick something myself," he added as he climbed out of the car.
Dean cursed under his breath, hastily following his overgrown brother to the shop. "Sam, look, man, in your condition -"
"I can control myself, Dean," Sam argued as he wiped the sweat from his brow on his sleeve. "Okay, fine. I'll wait here," Sam leaned against the side of the Impala, crossing his arms and looking like a child throwing a tantrum.
Dean rolled his eyes but hurried inside the small shop. It was bright, and the scent of flowers, plant life, soil, and water was welcoming and soothing. Maybe Sam didn't have such a bad idea, and the scents calmed even Dean. He had no clue what he was looking for, but he could get whatever was delivered to the police station since Sam had his whole face buried in that thing.
Dean stood in the short line, looking over the various arrangements as he waited to speak with the florist. The customer in front of him finished their transaction, smiling, and took their freshly wrapped bouquet. Dean stepped up to the counter, and his eyes widened as he saw the sight before him.
"Y/N?"
"Dean?!"
A huge grin broke on her face as she came around the counter, and the two hugged. Dean had met her a few times back in the day, and the three of them hung out once or twice, but they were never really close. It didn't stop his excitement for seeing someone from their past, from simpler times, who was still alive and well. If anything, it made his hope burn bright for his brother.
"Why am I not surprised you work in a flower shop?"
"Actually, I own it," Y/N beamed with pride.
"Of course you do," Dean laughed and smiled. "Makes sense. You were always into botanicals."
"So what brings you to town?"
"Work," he stated, knowing she didn't know about hunting or the family business. "Was actually on my way out of town. But I noticed a bouquet at the police station and hoped I could get an arrangement like that one."
"Oh?" she returned behind the counter, pulling out a thick notebook and flipping through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "This one?" she held up the photo, and Dean nodded. "I can have it ready for you by tomorrow," she offered.
"Actually, I was heading out today. Can you have it done sooner or have something similar I can take now?"
As she opened her mouth to speak, the bell over the door chimed, alerting her to a new customer. She glanced at the door to greet them but stopped with wide eyes at the sight that met her. She should have known Sam would surely be around if Dean were here. His tall and large frame - which had grown even bigger since she'd last seen him - stooped to enter the doorway.
Despite being larger than her memory, she could still see her Sam in his features. He tilted his head, sniffing the air, and Y/N hesitantly sniffed back. He smelled just like she remembered, but more potent and rich. Her head was spinning, and she was half convinced she was hallucinating from too many unfulfilled heats.
She'd never stopped thinking about Sam, even as he disappeared and broke her heart into a thousand pieces. She knew she loved him, and had hoped that she would present to be his, but she never got the chance to find out. She'd tried dating others, but no one ever measured up to the way Sam Winchester made her feel. She could feel her body twinge and react in his presence, her scent spiking.
Dean stood off to the side, head bowed and hands in his pockets, trying to be small and invisible in the wake of his brother's cresting rut and - thank freaking God, finally! - finding his intended mate. He knew they should have tried to find Y/N, and Dean was not happy with Sam's decision not to do so, but now it seemed the universe was bringing them together and helping Sam understand what Dean already knew. So he stepped aside, shut his mouth, and prayed the two would give in, for both their sakes.
"Y/N."
Sam's voice sent a shiver down her spine in the best of ways, and her heart soared, knowing he didn't forget her. Dean was all but forgotten as their scents filled the air and their pupils dilated. Sam stepped closer, and his eyes flashed orange as his Alpha sensed its mate and took charge. Her eyes flashed in response, making Sam growl. Both his rut and her responding heat created a sense of urgency and desperation.
"Run, Little Omega," Sam urged, ticking his head upward. His eyes were glowing brightly, and hers were shining to match. "Run so I can catch you and make you mine."
Her breath hitched before she turned and ran out the back door of the shop - driven by instinct and tradition - running as fast as her legs could carry her. When Sam caught her, he'd mate and claim her, the inevitable outcome of the chase. But he could also lose her or give up, ending the chase without catching her and ending all hope of them being together.
He'd left before, and she'd felt so worthless and hurt and alone. After her family had died in an accident, she ached for him more than ever, to the point she tried to find him. But her research led her to articles claiming he had died and her soul shattered. She'd never recovered, and she supposed that's why she could never make anything work. She avoided all Alphas because none of them were even close to Sam and how sweet and caring he was. She tried to date Betas and even an Omega once, but nothing felt right or lasted.
She shook the negative thoughts from her mind as she ran toward her intended destination, the place she'd always gone to hide and feel safe since she was a kid. She was so focused on her target that she wasn't aware if Sam was still behind her.
Sam was surprised at how fast Y/N was, but he could keep up with her and keep her in his sights. Memories flooded his mind quickly, and halfway through the chase, he realized where she was going and, with a smirk, took a different route, hoping to get ahead of her.
Y/N knew these woods like the back of her hand, having explored them her whole life. She took the familiar path towards her family's plot of land, where the gardens were lush and welcoming. Where she'd rebuilt the small cabin where it once stood. Now, it was her safe haven and respite from the world.
She broke through the trees and bushes with minor snags and scrapes and burst into the garden with a long, relieved breath. She bent over in the clearing, hand on her knees, trying to catch her breath. But every breath seemed tinged with Sam's delectable scent. When she stood straight, Sam approached across the clearing—like a predator stalking its prey—and she was frozen in place by his intense and hungry gaze.
Sam let his forward momentum carry him as he practically crashed into Y/N, shuffling her back until she leaned against one of the many trees. He pressed his body against her, pinning her in place, as he dropped his head to her neck and inhaled her scent deeply from the source.
"This is where I saw you for the first time," he said as he pulled back. One hand squeezed her side while the other cupped her cheek. "I always wanted it to be you."
Y/N looked into his eyes - the sweet, caring Sam she knew faded away, replaced by raw power and pure lustful need - and she swallowed hard as her thighs clenched. Her heart beat faster as her heat took control, her will bending to the Alpha before her.
"I waited for you," she said.
She'd never really admitted it to herself, but she knew she was waiting for him, hoping one day he'd return. She hoped with all she had that she was Sam's mate. Their relationship and the feelings from their youth never faded from her mind or heart. Now, eyes glowing and chase complete, her blood raced in anticipation of becoming his.
"No more waiting," -Sam spoke as he pecked her lips- "No more running," -he moved to nip at her jaw and smiled against her skin as she whimpered- "Mine," he growled, looking her in the eye before he crashed his lips hard against hers.
Y/N gasped as Sam ground his hips against hers, feeling his hardening length straining beneath the denim. He seized the opportunity, gliding his tongue in her mouth, twisting it with hers, and tasting every inch. Her hands gripped tightly to the sides of his shirt, desperate to hold onto something to ground her.
Sam scooped her into his arms in a flash and smirked at her surprised squeal. He hurriedly carried her into the one-room cabin and kicked the door shut behind them. Once inside the confines of the small structure, Sam set her on her feet but didn't remove his arms from around her. He wasn't sure he could stop touching her anytime soon.
Her scent was intoxicating, and his rut was quickly devouring his control. She couldn't help but moan and whimper at his scent and touch. At the sound of her moans, he clenched his jaw, suddenly grabbing the collar of her shirt and ripping it straight down the middle before his lips began to explore the newly exposed skin.
“Alpha,” she breathed out, running her fingers through his hair and getting lost in the feel of his hot and hungry lips exploring her.
He quickly found his way back to her mouth, devouring her in a searing kiss as his hands worked to remove the tattered shirt and bra. His hands moved firmly against her sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing over her nipples as they rapidly hardened under his touch.
“So responsive.” he praised, breathing heavily, “The things I’m gonna do to you -”
His tone sounded like a warning, and Y/N shivered in response, her eyes wide as she dared meet his gaze. He smirked knowingly, taking a few steps back from her and slowly removing his shirt, his eyes locked onto hers. Her eyes roamed his exposed torso, the taut muscles and tanned skin. He had grown and filled out since she'd last seen him, which was saying something considering how toned and built he was before. Her fingers itched to caress every line, and she licked her lips unconsciously as her eyes flitted back to his.
He gave a wicked half-smirk before reaching out to her and pulling her against him. Their bare chests met as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands wandering over her back. Their lips hovered, barely touching and grazing with teasing kisses as their hands explored each other's bodies lovingly.
Her hands ran down over his chest, and she looked up at him with a smile, her eyes filled with warmth and awe. “I always wanted this with you. I just never thought it was possible, " she said, barely a whisper, her cheeks turning red from the admission. Sam watched as the blush trailed down her neck and over her chest. He breathed in sharply at the sight, needing her even more.
He leaned down slowly, then let his lips wander between her breasts, kissing over her heart. Their lips met once more as their hands worked to remove the rest of their clothing from each other. They giggled into their kisses as they struggled and tripped, finally falling together in a mass of limbs on the bed.
Sam hovered over her, his hands lazily exploring her exposed body as he looked over her in awe and appreciation, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than you, naked, willing, and waiting for me,” he breathed out, kissing and nipping along her neck. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Alpha,” she breathed out needily, rubbing her clenched thighs together as her hands roamed over his broad shoulders and back.
“Tell me you need me,” he commanded a little firmer, his lips moving down her body, leaving marks of where he’d been.
“I-I need you,” she whined as her fingers ran through his hair.
He spread her legs, positioning himself between them. His hands ran up the insides of her thighs before moving to her center and finding her soaked. She moaned out at the delicate touch of his fingers as they flicked her clit and moved to her entrance. He grasped his cock firmly, gliding it along her slick folds and bumping the head into her clit repeatedly, watching her as she whimpered and whined.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said softly, pecking her lips and chin.
“I’m yours, Sam. Alpha! All yours,” she begged, clawing at him to bring him closer.
Sam smirked at her, “And I’m yours, Baby,” he promised, kissing her deeply as he slid himself into her, groaning out as his hips came flush with hers.
A choked-off whine left his lips as his body trembled, trying to hold still and let her adjust. She was warm and tight around him, a perfect fit to his girth, and he was sure nothing would ever come close to feeling this good again.
“Alpha, please,” She begged him again, trying to gain leverage to move her hips, but he had her pinned with his body. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in harshly, both of them calling out at the feeling.
“Fuck, Y/N. Omega,” he groaned, repeating his actions and getting lost in the feel of her around him. He was torn between taking his time, feeling all of her, and just giving in to his hunger and claiming her for his own. He picked up his pace, holding her face in his hands so he could watch every look, every twitch of her face as he filled her again and again. His heart ached from the fullness, and he fought off the urge to cry or whine, his own senses overwhelming him as he tried desperately to keep control and keep himself together.
She shifted her legs higher on his sides, allowing him to sink even further. “Oh God,” they breathed out at the same time. Sam dropped his forehead to hers as he swiveled his hips in slight circles before beginning deep, passionate thrusts within her.
“Oh God, Sam, ALPHA!” she breathed out, her eyes rolling back as her nails dug into his back. He growled in response, thrusting faster. “Please don’t stop, don’t stop!” she begged, trying to meet his thrusts.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promised, shifting his hips as his hands wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in place to take all he had to give.
“Sam! I’m gonna…” she called out, her voice catching in her throat as her head lolled to the side.
“Fuck yes, Omega. Cum for me!” Sam demanded, his hand snaking down to rub her clit as he pounded her deep into the mattress.
She came hard, a scream ripping from her throat as her body convulsed and spasmed beneath him. Sam roared, feeling her clench around him, and dropped his head to the crook of her neck as he thrust deep. His knot popped and locked them together, but he kept thrusting as his seed spilled into her and leaked out around his cock. Burying his face in her neck, he breathed deep before opening his mouth and biting down hard. She screamed and came again, drawing out both of their orgasms.
Once he was able, Sam reluctantly pulled away and grabbed a towel, cleaning them up before climbing back into the bed beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her back tight against his chest and lapping over her claim.
“Are you ok?” he whispered, kissing her neck and shoulder.
“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed happily, eyes closed and body utterly limp in his hold.
Sam chuckled, holding her tighter to him as she fell asleep. He knew they needed to talk. He'd never told her about hunting and monsters, but now that they were bound, he'd have to tell her the truth. The whole truth. Although he dreaded it, he somehow felt it would be okay. For now, he would enjoy mating with the one who got away and was now his forever.
Summary: You meet a charismatic man at the farmer’s market.
Pairing: Cult!Leader Thor Odinson x fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: seduction, desire, smut, unprotected sex, needy reader, public sex/kinda public claiming, voyeurism
Square 3 filled for @anyfandomangstbingo: Square 3: Cult AU
Kink: Sex Cult
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
The first time you saw him he walked through a field of yellow wildflowers. He looked like he was out of this world. Chest bare, barefoot and his shaggy hair blowing freely in the wind.
He looked up at the blue sky, and let the sun kiss his skin.
For a moment you watched the man until more people joined him.
Mostly women who looked like they were hypnotized by his beauty, or something else. You didn’t know.
Eyes glued to the man you watched him run one hand over his naked chest while the other gently touched the flowers.
You dropped your gaze the moment his eyes found yours. He smiled and plugged a flower to tug it behind his ear.
It looked like he was watching you and your heart thundered in your chest. He walked toward you, as your feet felt like you were frozen to the ground.
The spell he held over you was broken when your aunt called your name and grabbed your arm.
“Y/N, don’t you ever get involved with that…hippie. He’s no good and means trouble. Everyone knows he’s the leader of a sex cult or shit.”
“Sex cult?” you glanced at the beautiful man standing only a few feet away from you. He smirked and studied your face as your aunt tried to drag you away. “Stay away from my niece. You won’t get her too!”
He raised his hands in surrender, making things worse for you. Your eyes dropped to his abs, leading you down to the prominent erection he didn’t even try to hide.
“Little wildflower, if you are ever free of that woman, come see me,” he spoke to you. You shuddered and clutched your hands to your sides.
It felt like his words went straight to your heart, running through your body to reach a much lower region…
“Y/A/N, it’s the farmer’s market, not an enemy base,” you rolled your eyes as your aunt scrunched up her nose. Unlike you, she never liked spending time at the farmer’s market. “How about I get everything we will need for the pie festival, and you can go home and rest?”
“My bench in the garden is waiting for me,” she considered your suggestion. Your aunt feels responsible for you, even though, you are an adult, and a grown woman.
“Alright,” you clapped your hands. “I didn’t come here to spend my vacation with you to sit around and do nothing. Let me handle this.”
“Don’t stay here too long,” your aunt said. “Uh-and don’t talk to strangers. If that bastard shows up, ignore him. Do not get too close to him. He comes here every summer, looking for God knows what.”
“Auntie,” you sighed but smiled at her. “I’m a grown woman, you know.”
“You’re still the little girl I raised,” she tutted and patted your cheek. “Stay out of trouble, young lady.”
You grinned. She won’t ever change, and you love her for it.
“Wildflower,” you felt his presence before you heard his voice call for you. The man in the wildflower field suddenly stood right in front of you.
That day, he was wearing an unbuttoned button-up shirt. He was still barefoot and looked like the hippie your aunt called him, but you’d call the shirt progress.
“Mr.,” frowning you realized you didn’t know his name. “Sorry, I don’t know your name,” feeling your cheeks heat up you let him take your hand to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.
That feeling overwhelmed you once again. This time it went straight to your lower half, making you soak your panties.
“Names are only...,” he cupped your chin to tilt your head, humming as your eyes fluttered shut, “for the people with no fantasy. You can call me anything you want to.”
“I prefer a name,” you murmured but allowed him to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “Please…”
“Thor, little wildflower. That’s the name the immortals gave me when they created me to bring sun, love, and new life to this world.”
You giggled at his words. Your aunt was right. Thor did sound like the leader of some cult. But this didn’t stop you from dreaming of offering your body and soul to this man.
“My name is Y/N.”
“No. Your name is Sif, my Goddess and future mother of my children. We will bring love and hope to this rotten world, my little wildflower.”
“No…I’m Y/N.” You tried to open your eyes, but it was so hard to fight the warmth on your cheek from his hand.
“You are my fate,” he murmured as he dipped his head to press his lips to yours. Your eyes snapped open, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, almost pouncing on Thor to taste more of him. “Come with me and meet my companions. They can hardly wait to get to know you.”
“I can’t,” you whispered. “My aunt is waiting for me.” You looked up to Thor, the personalized sin. “She warned me to get involved with you.”
“Of course, she did,” he purred against your lips. “You’ll come to me, sooner than later. I’ve chosen you to become my mate for the coming eons…”
“Y/N, what’s wrong with you today?” Your aunt watched you poke the pie on your plate. “Are you not hungry? Do you want to go home?”
“Did you ever feel deeply for a person you just met?” You glanced at your aunt before dropping your eyes to your hands. “With your heart, body, and soul?”
“What did that man do to you?” She shook her head. “Please don’t tell me you fell for him too. He ruined so many girls. Every summer he comes over to our little town like a force of nature. He seduces women here and there only to disappear until the next summer.”
“He didn’t do a thing. We didn’t do a thing,” you spluttered. “I was wondering if you felt like this too when you were younger. He means trouble, so much I know. But I can’t help it. I’m drawn to him.”
You met Thor again only a few days later. This time he came to your aunt’s garden and talked you into following him to the wildflower field.
Walking next to him, fingertips touching the yellow wildflowers you tried not to think too much.
“Come with me. The moon is right,” he said, grabbing your hand to guide you toward a secret place. A spot you never set foot in before.
Thor led you toward a field of pink orchids, protected by large oaks.
In the middle of the field stood a statue. It looked like a God. Its right arm stretched towards heaven, the other one holding a large hammer.
“Where are we?” you whispered as his companions stepped toward the statue. They all kneeled and placed a pink orchid to the statue’s feet, mumbling words you didn’t understand. “Thor, what are they doing?”
Your eyes grew wide when the women and men stripped each other bare. “Just watch my little wildflower. And if you are ready, we will join them.”
Gasping you had to watch them all gather around the statue. This time they didn’t pray. This time they start to chant a name and move their body to music only they seem to hear. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time how they chanted themselves into a trance-like status.
For a moment, it seemed like the statue smiled down at you. You blinked a few times to be sure you didn’t imagine things but its face remained stoic.
“What are they doing?”
“They call for me, my wildflower. They want us to unite to bring eternal summer, love, and fertility back to this town,” he wrapped his arms around you. “Give yourself to me.”
“Give myself to you.”
He started to sway to music you couldn’t hear, but your body moved on its own. You let him slide the straps of your dress down. It fell to the ground, but you didn’t care.
“You’re meant to be mine,” he whispered in your ear while guiding your body, making you dance with him. “You’re going to be mine forever.”
The people turned their attention toward you and Thor. They cheered him on as he slid your panties down and ripped your bra off of your chest.
“Look at my bride,” he shouted out a victory cry. “She’s going to be my mate.”
You felt like you were lost in limbo, his arms the only anchor keeping you in this world. He picked you up, carrying you toward the statue.
You’re not sure it happened, but the flowers seemed to form a bed. Thor placed you on the flowers and spread your legs.
You heard gasps and chants but all you could focus on was Thor taking off his clothes. He looked down at you, nodding in approval when you spread your legs.
His blue eyes seemed to sparkle when he laid with you. He took his rightful place between your thighs, claiming what he told you was his all along.
Thor sank into you, inch per glorious inch. He whispered gentle words, but his hands roughly pinned your wrist down, keeping you immobile as he started to move inside of you.
“All-father, watch me claim my bride,” he chanted while his hips mercilessly crashed into yours. You were writhing underneath him, crying at the intense pleasure he forced you to endure. “She’s my goddess. Give me your blessings.”
Lightning hit the ground right next to your head, but you didn’t care. Your body craved something more than survival.
“Thor,” you began to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to take you harder. “More…deeper…I’m yours.”
“Thor, our god.” The crowd began to chant. They kneeled next to you, watching you and Thor unite. “Give her your seed.”
Thor gripped your thighs, spreading you wider to watch his cock slide in and out of your dripping cunt. He growled like a feral animal.
“Have my seed, my little wildflower,” his features softened, and he released your wrist, allowing you to touch him. “Cum for me. I want to feel your pleasure.”
“Oh…I’m gonna cum,” your hands move to his back to hold tight onto Thor.
His warmth filled you, but he didn’t let up. Thor pushed into you, over and over again until you tightened around him.
Your eyes sparkled, and your skin began to glow. It felt like your body wasn’t yours any longer. Thor now owned it, but you didn’t mind.
“Watch my goddess transform into her true form.”
He slipped out of you, smiling down at your trembling body.
“All-father, give her your blessing,” he chanted as another lightning hit the ground next to you. You felt like you began to float, and maybe you did.
You still don’t know.
Blinding light covered your whole body and wrapped you in its warmth until you felt nothing but love.
You sank back down on the bed of pink orchids, eyes fluttering shut.
“Yes. All-father.” Thor chanted even harder. “Please allow me to make her mine completely...”
That’s how you became the goddess of fertility, ruling this world alongside your lover. Thor, God of love, thunder, and summer.
From that night on, you walked this world with your mate, bringing summer, love, and fertility to the people.
Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, cockwarming, submissive Bucky, handcuffs, drinking, flirting, pet names, maybe slight degradation if you squint, slight dom/sub, masturbation, fingering (female receiving), clit play, permission to cum, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, begging, crying, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.
Written For: @buckybarnesbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, and @anyfandomangstbingo
Square(s) Filled: Y1 - Kink: Cockwarming for Bucky Barnes Bingo // G5 - Submissive!Bucky Barnes for Sebastian Stan Bingo // G2 - Handcuffs for Any Fandom Angst Bingo
Dedicated To: @buckyalpine - I love you, bby ❤️ I really hope you like this 🥺 It's a thank you for all of the amazing content you've put out for us.
Beta(s): Just Grammarly
A/N: I'm so sorry this is bad... I've been so busy these last couple of weeks with Thanksgiving and yesterday was my stepdaughter's birthday and today is my daughter's so I've had basically no time to write. I really hope this isn't terrible, but I'm so sorry if it is. Also, have I already used the below GIF before for one of my fics? Yes. Am I using it again? Yes. Will I probably use it for a future fic? Also, yes. 🤷🏽♀️
You sip your drink as you watch Bucky from the bar. Currently, he's smiling at something Steve said, his flesh hand patting the blonde super soldier on the back while his metal one holds his glass of Asgardian mead.
You're not one for parties, but you know it means a lot to Bucky that you're here with him. He's finally rid of the Winter Soldier, the assassin side of him that he's battled to overcome for years, and in true Stark fashion, he threw your boyfriend a party.
It feels like everyone Tony has ever talked to is here, and crowds make you anxious, so the bar is where you'll be until Bucky's ready to go.
Natasha refills your glass and smiles at you warmly, "he's come a long way."
You swirl the amber liquid around a bit before taking a healthy drink.
"He has. I'm so grateful to Wakanda and the Dora Milaje for helping him. It took a while, but we're finally here."
She nods and pours herself a shot, "it's been a long time coming."
"Speaking of coming, I feel like everyone and their mother came to this thing. I don't even know half the people here..."
Nat snorts, "it's Tony, what did you expect?"
"Touché."
A comfortable silence settles between the two of you and you feel yourself starting to unwind.
Finally.
You finish your second drink and motion for Natasha to refill it again. She sets the bottle down and glances over your shoulder shaking her head.
"Looks like one of the secretaries has taken a liking to Barnes."
Well, so much for being able to relax.
You turn in your seat and watch as a pretty blonde touches his arm softly, batting her eyes at him like a giddy schoolgirl.
Bucky doesn't reciprocate, but he doesn't shoo her away either. He looks up at you momentarily and bites his lip before smiling at the girl in front of him. You know he's not really interested in her. He'd never cheat on you. It still doesn't change the fact that he's deliberately flirting with her in front of you though.
Your fingernail taps on the side of your glass as you grow more and more irritated. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and trails her index finger down the front of his shirt.
You grip the glass so hard that your knuckles turn white.
"I'll pay you later, Natasha," you down the rest of your whiskey and slam the glass down on the bar top. "Right now I've got something to take care of."
You push through the crowd and tap the blonde on her shoulder. She whips around and gives you a pointed look, "can I help you?"
"Yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "you can help me by stopping yourself from eye fucking my boyfriend."
Her eyes go wide as she looks from you to Bucky. He shrugs and she huffs before walking away.
You glare up at him and he takes your hand, "oh, come on doll. I was just teasing you."
"Don't doll me, James. You know I don't like seeing you giving someone else that kind of attention."
His free hand wraps around your waist and pulls you into him, "come on, baby. Don't be like that."
Steve chuckles, "I don't know, man. That girl was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky, and it's not like you pushed her away when she touched your chest."
"Who's side are you on, pal?" Bucky narrows his eyes at his best friend.
You've had enough. This party, that girl, Bucky's attitude, all of it, and it stirs a possessiveness inside of you that you haven't felt in a long time.
"It's time to go."
Bucky's eyes go wide, "go? But the party just star-"
"I said it's time to go."
Steve whistles as you drag Bucky toward the elevators, "good luck!"
Once you get him back to your shared bedroom, you shut and flick the lock.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y., please tell anyone who comes to our door that we aren't taking visitors."
"Yes, Miss Y/L/N."
Bucky leans against the wall and looks down at you softly, "I swear I didn't mean to upset-"
"Well, you did. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed."
"Y/N, please just let me properly apologize to you."
Your hands move to your hips and you give him a stern look. To anyone who isn't familiar with your relationship, it would be quite comical seeing your tall, muscular, super-soldier boyfriend being so submissive to you. You know he needs this though, to be able to let go and give himself completely to someone he knows won't hurt him. And who are you to deny him that? Especially since you love the rush of taking control sometimes.
"Don't make me ask you again, James."
Bucky bites his lip as he stands up straight. He pulls the red henley he's wearing over his head, and you watch the movement of his well-defined muscles with hooded eyes. He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them and his boxers down to his ankles before stepping out of them.
"I really am sorry, baby"
"I know you are." You gesture behind him, "I've changed my mind. Sit with your back against the headboard."
He turns to walk over to the bed and you groan at the unimpeded view of his ass. Fucking hell, he's perfect.
He settles on the comforter and looks at you with curious, blue eyes. You don't say anything to him as you walk into the closet. Moments later you return with two pairs of silver handcuffs dangling from your fingertips and you watch his cock twitch in interest.
"Y/N, I don't see how this is a punishment," he drawls.
You smirk and cuff each of his hands to the small metal hoops that jut out from the side of the headboard. These were no ordinary handcuffs either, they were made with raw vibrainium which means he can't get out of them easily.
"Trust me," you step back and reach behind you to pull the zipper on the back of your dress, "you'll see."
Bucky watches as the little black dress falls to the floor and pools around your feet, his eyes darkening with want.
"God, you're so damn gorgeous, baby."
You smirk, "and it's too bad you won't get to touch me." You smooth your hands over your soft skin, your fingertips barely catching your nipples making you gasp. "I was really looking forward to those big, strong hands all over me, Buck."
He groans and watches you take off your bra and panties, "come on, pretty girl. Please let me touch you...please?"
You climb on the bed and straddle his chest, his cock beginning to leak in anticipation of your touch. You ignore the urge to and slide two of your fingers between your soaked folds instead.
"Mmm, you should have thought of that before ... fuck ... before you flirted with that secretary.
He watches you circle your clit slowly, his eyes nearly black now as he tugs harder at the cuffs.
"Baby... fuck, baby please!"
"Shit, I'm so wet for you, Bucky...feels so good..."
You bring your glistening fingers to your lips and close your mouth around them, licking them clean of your arousal. Bucky whines and raises his hips in frustration.
"Let me have a taste, please baby? Please! I'm so sorry for even looking at her... God, please...need you so bad..."
You tilt your head to the side and look down at him. His eyes are desperate and you almost give in and undo the handcuffs.
Almost.
"Aww, do you need a taste? Do you want me to sit on your face, baby boy?"
Your tone is teetering the line of sincere and condescending, and it makes another bead of precum spill from the head of his cock. Your words alone are making him fall apart. You've never been this dominant with him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.
"...please."
It's merely a whisper, but you hear him nonetheless and decide to take a little mercy on him.
"Lay on your back for me, baby."
Bucky scoots down, his arms suspended slightly upward and out to the side as he lays flat. You move so your legs are on either side of his head and hover your dripping pussy over his lips.
"Since you love using that pretty mouth to tease and flirt so much, why don't you put it to good use and make me cum. Maybe if you do a good job I'll let you fuck me."
Bucky licks his lips, "I'll make you feel real good, doll. Please... just please let me taste you..."
You lower yourself down to his mouth and he immediately begins ravishing you. His tongue skillfully slides between your folds, alternating from your hole to your clit making you moan.
He's always been so good at this. Taking you apart over and over again until you're a shaking, quivering mess. But this? The way he's delving his tongue into your dripping cunt, devouring you as if he needs you to survive, it's another side of him you've never seen before and it's one of the hottest things you've ever experienced with him.
"Fuck... yeah, baby just like that."
Bucky groans and moves back to your clit, sucking it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His untouched cock is leaking profusely now. He's determined, desperate to feel you cum, desperate to make you fall over the edge and taste you.
It isn't long until the familiar coil begins to ignite and your legs start to shake from the amount of pleasure your boyfriend is bringing you. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling it as your hips rock against his mouth.
"Oh, Bucky! Don't stop, baby! Don't you fucking stop... oh, my god...fuck, you're gonna make me cum!"
He moves his tongue faster, tugging at the cuffs and wishing he could grip your luscious thighs.
Your eyes flutter closed and you throw your head back as your orgasm shoots through you like a bolt of lightning. Bucky doesn't stop, and you let him work you through your high until it becomes too much. Finally, you climb off of him and lay on the bed at his side, moving your fingertips up and down his thigh slowly while he breathes heavily.
"Did such a good job for me, baby. You made me cum so hard."
Bucky turns to look at you, "does that mean I can fuck you now?"
You bite your lip and just barely graze his thick shaft.
"Oh, sweetheart, you didn't think it would be this easy, did you? You thought giving me one orgasm would warrant forgiveness for deliberately flirting with someone else in front of me?"
Bucky gasps and whines from your touch, his cock twitching in need.
"Doll, p-please...," his eyes shine with tears and his fists clench and unclench, "I'll never do it again, I promise! Please I...I need you so bad...so bad, baby..."
You kiss his lips and shush him, before carefully straddling his hips. His eyes are wide and needy as he looks up at you, and your heart thuds hard against your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful like this. All spread out for you. Needy and begging for your touch.
Bucky is so good at being in control when you need him to, but at times like this, he's the prettiest submissive you've ever seen.
"Sit back up for me, honey. I'm going to give you a reward, okay?"
He nods and scoots back up so his back is against the headboard again. He watches as you rise on your knees and reach behind you. His eyes roll back into his head as you wrap your fingers around his cock, and you immediately pull them away.
"Ah, ah, ah...keep those eyes on me, baby."
Bucky nods and you curl your fingers around him again before lining him up with your entrance. You're so wet that you don't even need him to prep you.
Ever so slowly, you sink down on his thick, hard cock. Bucky's so worked up that you can feel him throbbing as you take him to the hilt.
"You're so fucking big, baby. Mmm, you fill me up so well. Does this feel good, sweetheart?"
He shudders and resists the urge to raise his hips so he'll go deeper, "so good...feels so good."
"Is this what you wanted, honey?"
Bucky swallows thickly and lets out a shaky breath.
"Wanna...wanna feel you ride me. Please...please just wanna cum for you."
You cradle his face in your hand and brush the pad of your thumb over his stubble, "only good boys get what they ask for, baby. Besides, I love feeling you just like this. So deep inside me, the head of your pretty cock kissing my cervix, you make me feel so full."
Bucky whimpers and you lean forward to kiss him again, your mouth moving against his slow and sweet.
He kisses you fiercely and you reciprocate with just as much fervor. Bucky could stay like this forever, just drowning in the way you feel around him, in your touch, and your taste.
You pull away and smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, "if I uncuff one of your hands, are you going to be good for me?"
The thought of being able to touch you makes his eyes fill with tears as he nods enthusiastically.
"If you can be a good boy for me I'll ride you, baby."
You reach for the handcuff keys on the bedside table and uncuff his metal hand.
"Rub my clit, baby boy. Make me cum around your cock."
Bucky reaches down to where the two of you are joined and touches the cool metal of his thumb to your bundle of nerves. You gasp at the contrast of temperatures as he begins making tight circles.
"Fuck, Bucky..."
You rock your hips slightly back and forth, cupping your breasts as hot sparks of arousal shoot through you. A low rumble sounds in Bucky’s chest when he feels you clench around his cock, and he has to force himself not to cum.
"God, baby...can feel you squeezing me. Wanna watch you come undone with my cock buried inside of you. Please, princess? Please come for me..."
The way he's begging for you, the feeling of the smooth metal of his gold and black thumb moving over your clit, and how fucking good it feels to have his thick cock stretch you open sends you falling over the edge for a second time. His name tumbles past your lips over and over and spots dance in your vision as you cum hard for him.
You're both panting when you finally open your eyes again. Bucky's shaking, his eyes are still wide and shining as he silently begs for release and you finally, finally give in to him and plant your palms on his chest.
"You've been such a good boy for me, honey. I'm gonna ride this beautiful cock and I want you to tell me how good it feels, but you can't close your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum."
You know he's not going to last long. Not when you've worked him up this much, so you don't bother starting slow. You move up and down at a steady pace, listening to his needy, desperate moans.
His metal hand grips your hip and helps to guide you as you start to go faster, and you can feel how close he is, his cock throbbing inside of you as his lips part in a silent scream.
"Oh, my god, babydoll... feels so good... m'so close! Gonna cum so hard for you, pretty girl. Please! Please am I allowed to cum? Can't hold it anymore...s'too much...feels too good... please ... please!"
You brush away his tears and lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.
"Fill me up, baby boy. Come on, let go for me. Show me, sweetheart."
Bucky slams you down on his cock and holds you in place as he groans loudly into your neck. His orgasm crashing into him like a tsunami as he nearly sobs in ecstasy.
You pepper kisses all over his face and shush him as he shakes in your arms, sweet nothings falling from your lips as he comes down from his high. Eventually, you move to get up, but he whines and pulls you closer to him.
"I need to uncuff your other hand, honey."
"But I wanna stay inside you...please? Just wanna feel close to you."
Your eyes soften and you free his flesh hand, rubbing his wrist gently.
"We can stay like this as long as you need to, Buck. I'm not going anywhere."
He moves so you're both on your sides and slides his softening cock back inside of you gently. He sighs happily and buries his face in your neck.
"Love you, princess... love you so much," he whispers sleepily.
You kiss his forehead and rub his back tenderly, "I love you too, baby. Close those pretty eyes and sleep for me, okay? I'll be here when you wake up."
It isn't long until you feel his breathing even out, and you continue to hold him close as sleep begins to take you too.
You're happy and safe inside the embrace of the love of your life.
Summary: 600 ryō to pretend I’m taking her home. Three glasses to pretend I’m laying her on sheets that smell like me, tasting her like I have all night to savor it, riding her like I’ll have all morning to soothe overstimulated skin. Enough to pretend I don’t hear the whispered “I love you.”
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Sakura finds herself drinking more the longer Sasuke’s away.
Additional Tags: Infidelity, Cheating, Drunkenness, Drunken Confessions, Drunken Kissing, Drunk Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Inappropriate Use of Mind Body Switch Technique (Naruto), Inappropriate Use of Jutsu (Naruto), Pregnancy Scares, Pregnancy, Bodyswap, Sharing a Body, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, oh my!, Angst and Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trans Character, Trans Female Character, Semi-Chronological, Blank Period (Naruto), Present Tense, POV First Person, POV Haruno Sakura
hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page
author: aspen blackwood
james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu
masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | word count: 3,360 | complete
tags: alpha x alpha, drugged, forced sex, non con body bod, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification, dark elements
"A peculiar scent fills Steve’s nose as he wakes slowly. He knows that scent, it is one that still haunts him, that whispers his failures in his ears like prayers."
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There were turncoats on the Lemurian Star.
bingo fills + event prompts
ch. 1: hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page
@anyfandomangstbingo | barely conscious
@anyfandomdarkbingo | fuck or die
@anyfandomgoesbingo | possessive alpha
@anyfandomkinkbingo | handcuffs
@badthingshappenbingo | mutilation
@buckybarnesevents
alpha bucky april | breeding kink + purring + double minimum requirement
babb 2023 | failed mission [april prompt]
babb 2023 [babb060] | held down
connect 4 [c4013] | c1: sex slave
@catws-anniversary | theme: bucky barnes - metal arm
@deaddovekink
frisky february | drugged sex
monsterfcking march | shapeshifting: transforming during sex
Summary: She’s a doll. Her only duty is to be perfect for him at all times. A doll doesn’t talk. Doesn’t express feelings. It exists, simply. So when, one day, the doll wants to show how much she loves him and puts on some lingerie, neither of them expect the effect it would have on him. And how it would make him and the man he keeps locked in his head… Snap.
Pairing: Michael!Dean x Reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 2788
Warning: dub-con, bothering non-con, stockholm syndrom, manipulation, objectification (a lot), smut, p in v, unprotected sex, use of grace to give more pleasure, overstimulation, possessiveness, somnophilia, passing out from too much stimulation
Squares: Stockholm Syndrom for @anyfandomangstbingo // Lingerie for @anyfandomkinkbingo
A/n: This was requested by @cryptichobbit! Thank you for the request, I had fun writing this! It has to be the dirtiest thing I wrote… Not proofreaded, sorry for any mistake! Feedbacks are always appreciated!
This is a dark fic. Mind the tags and warnings!
She was a doll.
Motionless most of the time. Her room was her prison, pink walls and bars to a window showing a freedom she couldn't have. Restricted to only this house, allowed to exit her bedroom to eat or go to the bathroom.
Her appearance was important, after all, as a doll, she had to be pretty at all times. Her makeup, subtle but flawless. Not a single spot of imperfection. Her hair, silky, soft, and combed as he liked.
Her doll duties were simple, she had to be there and ready whenever he would visit. It wasn't very often, so most of the time, she stayed in her room, simply existing.
She wasn't mad at him, though. She belonged to him and was now okay with that. It wasn't always the case, at first, she fought hard to get out. Spent nights screaming for help, trying to find a way out of this house. But she quickly understood there was no use of being a brat. She was a doll. His doll.
After a while of her having good behavior, he allowed her to go outside. At first, with surveillance, he then understood she would never leave, not anymore. She finally understood where her place was, and always came back. Now, she could go whenever she wanted, but she wasn't leaving the house. Just in case he passed by.
The last time she exited the house was to go shopping. She went really early, knowing he never showed up in the morning. By noon, she was back and resumed her role as a perfect, obedient, motionless doll.
He showed up the same evening. She always knew when he was there, not that he needed to say it outloud. It was like they were connected somehow, she could simply feel him when he was close. Feel all the power, all the heat, all the dominance. She craved that feeling, and everytime she felt him close, memories of their past moments flooded her mind, just like arousal flooded her panties.
He was in the living room, waiting for her. She knew. But tonight, it would be different. It was time she showed him how good she was, behaving to him, and how much she loved him. She wanted to show him. So, before leaving her room, she put on the clothes she bought in the morning and once she was sure her appearance was perfect, she left her room to walk where Michael was.
"Making me wait, doll," his voice reached her mind before it reached her ears. Like a thread was connecting their mind, she could almost taste the things he would do to her once he saw what she was wearing.
In the living room, he was seated on a chair, his back turned to her. Walking slowly even if the excitement made her want to run and jump on him, she put one foot in front of the other, reminding herself she had to be good.
Since he didn't give her the authorization to speak, she didn't apologize nor answer him, simply walking until she was finally in front of him.
Michael wasn't someone that showed a lot of reaction usually. His beautiful face remained neutral whatever she did, until the moment his cock sank into her core. The first penetration always broke his mask as his imposing length stretched her dripping cunt. Then he would fuck her for what seemed like hours, panting, frowning, but never showing any emotions until he came.
That was what usually happened. And she would cum countless of times, like he had some magic in him. Michael loved to see her break under all the pleasure he gave her. Just like he loved to see her break with his punishment, slapping her ass until it became red and then purple, or preventing her from cumming for the whole time he fucked her.
She didn't know which was worse.
But this time, when Michael laid his beautiful eyes on her, he had a reaction.
Sitting forward in the chair, he put his elbows on his thighs and his chin in his palm, turned his head to the side, and let his eyes roamed her frame. She stayed like that, hips to one side, head tilted to the other side, her hair cascading over her shoulder.
The lingerie she wore was made of silk. It was soft, so soft, that was why she picked it up. The color was a dark red, the bottom made of a thong barely hiding anything from the back. The bra didn't have a cup and did nothing to hide her breast, her nipples already hard just having him stare at her body. Laces were connecting the top and the bottom, and finally, socks were up to her thighs, holding up thanks to the suspender belt sitting on her waist.
Needless to say, he never saw her wearing that.
"I wonder," his voice purred from his throat, rough and deep, as his eyes glowed blue for a moment. "Why did I never give you those types of clothes before… you look…" His tongue licked his lips slowly as he sat back in the chair, eyeing her with fire in his eyes. "Delicious. Now. You put those on for me, you don't want to be rude to me, am I right?"
A shiver spread through her spine, saliva hard to swallow. She didn't expect that to be his reaction. All she wanted to do was please him, but as usual, his expression remained impossible to decipher.
"Answer me," he added and the order cut short all of her thoughts. She was allowed to speak.
"No, I don't want to be rude, sir," she said, still not moving from her position. As still as a statue, as flawless as a doll.
"Good," he purred, a smirk stretching his lips. "We cannot waste this. Dance for me."
Once again, she didn't expect those words to leave his mouth, but once again, the order made her obey. Whatever he wanted, she would give him.
There was no music, so she just imagined the rhythm of a slow song and started moving her hips side to side. Her hands roamed up her body until it got to her breast that she grabbed and then squeezed, stifling a moan that almost came through. Unless he allowed it, she had to stay silent. Moans included.
It was hard, though, to stay silent. Especially as his gaze kept turning bright blue and she could see him shift ever so slightly on the couch, his hands twitching against the armrest. Just like he was restraining himself from grabbing something else than the furniture.
To be that desired, that wanted, it sent a boost of confidence in her doll brain. Turning around, she showed him her butt that the thong did nothing to hide. As she touched her behind, her hand grabbed her cheeks and then spread them, showing how wet her core actually was. Biting her lips, she turned her head back to look at him and see his reaction, and this time, the moan couldn't be stopped from leaving her mouth.
It was the first time she saw him like that, his pants undone, his hard, imposing and beautiful cock in the palm of his hand. As Michael stroked himself, he kept on watching, mouth slightly agape, breathing fast…
The sigh was to die for. She would have loved to frame that image and place it directly in front of her bed so she can look at him every morning as she wakes up. But the perfect sight didn't stay long, actually, it broke the moment the filthy, needy sound escaped her mouth.
"Didn't say you could make noises," Michael was near her in an instant, her body flush against the nearest wall. She caught herself just in time, her hand cushioning the impact of the hard, imposing body behind her. In no time, her thong was tossed to the side and he was inside, his cock roughly stretching her apart. A louder moan escaped her lips, and she heard it too, the sound he always made the moment he slid home in her wet channel. "You are driving us crazy… so crazy…"
Michael's breathing was rusty and shaky and he didn't wait a single moment before he started pistoning. Hard, fast, so deep, his cock came in and out of her core, not leaving her any second to catch her breath. Moans and whimpers quickly turned into screams of pleasure as she all but held herself on the wall. She didn't need to, though. He was the one holding her body.
The first orgasm arrived so fast, she didn't get any of the warning signs. It seized her completely, her body shaking under him, and Michael never slowed down, he only fucked her faster. She was so sensitive and overstimulated that a second one followed immediately after, and her body shook even more. She would have fallen to the floor, but he held her strongly. Her abused core was so roughly fucked, it felt sore and burning hot, but thankfully, all of her juice allowed him to keep fucking at the same pace without any problem.
"She's mine," Michael grunted, and if it wasn't for the post orgasmic high she felt, she would have found it weird that he referred to her as the third person. Exactly like he was talking to a third person in the room. "Mine," he continued, gradually fucking her slower. His thrusts were now deep, angry, and everytime, his cock touched the bottom of her core, it made her gasp in pleasure that this kind of pain brought her. "You won't take her away from me," he accentuated what he was saying with rough thrusts that had her eyes roll to the back of her head. It was so good she could feel herself getting closer again.
As she felt his face cuddle in the crook of her neck, she thought he was close to his end. But oh, was she wrong. His thrusts were barely existent now, slow and calculated, and her body was soft, like a doll only good to be used. Everytime he moved, it touched everything inside of her, and she felt her climax so close yet so far, it made her body shake with the overstimulation and the closeness of her climax. Her mouth opened to beg, but then closed. She knew more than to beg when she wasn't allowed. Instead, she clenched down on him and moaned softly, trying to make him understand without words.
"You wanna cum? Huh? Wanna cum so bad you forget how to walk? How to be a human being?" His voice was the same. But something was different. His tone, the words he used and how he said them. It was like someone completely different was in control now, and somehow, it excited her even more. A needy, pathetic moan answered him, and next thing, her core was burning up.
It was burning and buzzing and vibrating, everywhere inside of her, like there was a toy fixed on every single nerve present in her lower body. An electric shock was close to the feeling, everywhere his dick touched, she felt it, her cunt was a living wire that had tiny explosions at the simple contact of his cock. And when Michael picked up his devastating pace, it was too much all at once.
It was an explosion. She was cumming, again and again and again and screaming and moaning, she couldn't stop cumming, and shaking, her body was seized with an uncontrollable surges of pleasure that seemed to never stop. It was so much, her head felt light, so light, white spots and then black spots danced in her sight and for a moment, she was sure she blacked out from the pleasure. But then, her eyes were open, and she was still getting fucked, hard, and the sensation was still there, and she was still cumming and screaming. By now, her legs were covered with her juices with how many times she squirted.
There was even a puddle at their feet.
But Michael didn't stop.
Even when she passed out again, he continued to fuck her. Holding her limp body, exactly like he was only fucking a doll. And even if she was out, her body was still reacting, he was still making her cum endlessly with his grace, and to feel her core shake around him was simply too good for him to stop. To know he owned her, could use her as he pleased, to control her body and mind… that was what Michael craved.
She was his doll after all.
-
After that one moment, the doll didn't see her owner for a long time.
The next day, she woke up in her bed, cleaned and in fresh clothes. Her body felt amazing, and when she checked, she could find no bruises or traces of what happened. And at first, she thought maybe it was only a dream. After all, Michael never acted like that, never showed emotions. And last night, there were a lot of emotions going on.
There was only one proof that what happened was true. A big box next to her bed, sitting on the nightstand. Did he leave her a gift?
The doll opened the package and now understood it was true. Because inside, there was clothes.
Not clothes, lingerie sets.
Dozens of revealing outfits, lace, thongs and straps. There were no notes with the box, but she knew.
The days turned into weeks and she still knew his absence wasn't because he disliked their night. He loved it too much. He left her with more lingerie. He loved it.
It had been almost two months since she last saw Michael when the men entered her house.
As usual, she was in her room, as motionless as a doll, looking out the window. She saw them arrive, a black car, quite old, parking right in front of the house. Two men got out, something shiny and grey in hand. Guns. And even if it was fast, she recognized one of the two men.
In a couple of seconds, she was dressed and laid down on the bed, waiting for him. It didn't matter if he was coming with another man, she was a doll and would do as he told her, even if it meant please someone else.
But when he opened the door to her room, she knew there was something off. Not only his outfit was different, but his hair too. And the aura she craved, the dominant, strong power he had over her was… almost instinct.
"Michael?" She asked even if she wasn't allowed to speak. The man looking like Michael took some time to process the word that came out of her mouth, and his gaze shift to the floor.
Shame. There was guilt and shame in his eyes and he tried to hide it. But why?
"Son of a bitch," he muttered, and that alarmed the doll. Getting up, she walked to him and took him in her arms.
"It's alright Michael. You can punish me for talking. But please, don't feel bad for leaving me here for so long. It's my duty."
She felt the man tensed under her arms, like the gesture of affection was too much for him. Maybe she went too far after all, hugging him? No, dolls don't hug their owner!
Stepping back, her gaze horrified at the thing she did, she noticed something else.
In the jeans he wore, there was a tent forming.
"Michael?" She asked, tears in her eyes at what would be her punishment.
"A doll doesn't speak, does she?"
He was still not looking at her. But even if his head was down, she knew. Knew his eyes were now glowing blue. The aura changed then, a strong, suffocating power circling her.
"You're lucky I found a way out of that jail in his mind. And you're lucky to wear that for me. I still have to decide if I want to punish you or make you cum until you pass out again."
There he was. Michael. Her Michael.
"Dean-"
The other man that came with Michael was thrown onto the wall immediately and fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Told you, Dean, she is mine. I knew you would lower your guard when you would see her. You fucked her as much as I did, after all…"
And like that, Michael made his decision. And he was inside of her before she even touched the bed.
⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: Anya sees a future where her papa dies from the explosion and the peace between Ostania and Westalis breaking. She finds herself trying to stop it with a future-seeing dog by her side.
In another universe, she succeeds.
In this one, she doesn't.
⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 4,148
⚜️. *. ⋆ Tags/Warnings: Character Death, Explosions, Bombing, Bad Ending, Angst, Whump, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury
⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: Race Against the Clock || @whumptober 2024 Day 1 • Explosion || @anyfandomangstbingo • Canon Divergence AU || @fandombingo
Anya trembles, tears at the corner of her eyes as her mama kneels and gently wraps her into a comforting hug. Anya vaguely listens as her mama scolds her for leaving her side and wandering off somewhere dangerous.
Anya lifts her trembling arms and wraps them around her mama's waist, squeezing it as much with the little strength she has. The adrenaline from running away from the bad men with the big dog by her side has already worn off, and she feels exhausted.
"Mama," she sniffled, voice trembling along with her body.
Her mama pulls her closer, engulfing her entire body in her warmth. "Shh… it's okay, Anya-san," she murmured. "Mama's here."
Anya looks at her mama. Her mama's eyes are full of concern towards her, void of the murderous expression she saw when her mama looked at the bad guys. Her smile is soft and full of warmth that immediately brings her more comfort.
Anya smiles back at her mama, giggling when she wipes away the tears before they fall. Her mama looks at her everywhere, eyes darting towards her face and body before she relaxes.
Her mama gives her another pat on the head before standing up. She looks at the tied-up unconscious man beside them and her body jerks as if remembering the situation they were in earlier.
"We need to report this to the police quickly…" Her mama turns to look at her. "Do you remember what the bad guys looked like and what their conversations were about?"
"Uhm…" Anya ponders, scrunching her eyes as she recalls the bad men who were after her. "I'll try my best."
Her mama claps her hands in delight. "That's great!" She looks at the big dog and bows, polite as ever. "Thank you again for saving Anya-san!"
"Borf!" the dog barks, his tail wagging when he looks at her.
Anya turns to the big dog and wraps her arms around him while nuzzling his fur. The dog barks in return, licking her face. She laughs, nuzzling his fur even more.
She turns to her mama when she feels a hand on her back. "Let's go find a phone booth and you can tell me all about the bad guys."
She nods. "Okay, Mama."
Anya follows her mama out of the alleyway with the big dog beside her as she recounts the events of what happened while leaving out details that could expose her of her mind-reading abilities (including the dog's future-seeing ability) in fear of how her mama would react when she finds out. She watches her mama's expression change several times while her thoughts go between being relieved that Anya's safe and a vivid image of what she would do to the bad guys if she sees them again.
Her mama ushers her to a bench nearby when she sees a phone booth. Anya sits down and quietly watches as her mama talks to the police on the line. She fiddles with the buttons on her coat as she looks down. She turns to the big dog beside her, noticing his nose twitch before his ears perk up.
Anya leans forward. "Doggy?" Her eyes widen when she feels a thought forming in the dog's mind. You… Anya leans closer to the dog, curious about what future the big dog will show her next. Are you seeing the future again?
Anya closes her eyes to further focus on the big dog's mind and sees a vision of her family with smiles, hers being the biggest of them all. It's the same future she saw when she first met the big dog, but it changes. A sudden change that threw her off. The vision glitches and it changes. Papa is gone and all that remains are Anya and Mama. Anya is looking down with trembling lips while Mama is turned away with her arms crossed.
Anya is taken away from the vision for a moment, her eyes widening in shock and fear. Papa's gone?!
Anya can't continue her thoughts because the vision resumes, taking her back to see the future. She sees a giant clock tower and one of the arms moving. Where is this? The clock tower gongs loudly and she is shown a wider view of the area before an explosion happens.
She sees herself standing in front of a ruined building, rubble surrounding someone. The vision gives her a closer view of herself hyperventilating, eyes wide of fear and despair, as it finally gives her a view of who was under all the rubble: her Papa. Her Papa is covered in blood, with open but lifeless eyes. "P-Papa!" her future self cried out.
Anya tries to focus more on the vision, but she keeps thinking back on the vision of her dead papa. She sees news about the explosion on the TV and the peace between Ostania and Westalis breaking apart.
The vision ends and Anya is left with the knowledge of a future happening where she loses her papa and peace breaking. Her eyes are wide with fear and her hands tremble. She quickly gets off the bench. "Was that the future?" she whispered to the big dog. She tries not to be too loud or her mama will find out the truth, but it is louder than what a whisper should sound like in her state of panic. That future is horrible! Anya shakes the big dog, wanting to see more of the future. Papa will die, and peace will be over!
Anya flinches when her mama scolds her, but she only focuses on the crisis happening in the future. She spares the dog from more shaking as she lowers her arms. She looks down. Papa will die by an explosion…? She shakes as she imagines the vision of her papa. I need to tell Mama and ask her for help… — Anya turns to her mama, who continues talking to the police on the phone. She knows her mama will do anything to protect her and papa. She has the strength and skills for it — but I can't tell her about my telepathy…
Anya looks down at her predicament before an idea strikes her. She turns to the big dog and asks, "Doggy… if we try really hard, can we change the future?"
The big dog tilts his head. Anya doesn't know if that means the big dog agrees, but she is not taking her chance away from saving the future. With a silent agreement, both she and the dog look at her mama and then at each other. Anya leans closer to the dog and whispers behind her hands, "Can you still run?"
"Borf!"
Anya nods, giving a pat to the big dog. She turns to her mama, thinking of an excuse she can give to her mama without exposing her secret. "Sorry Mama… Anya just remembered something." With her eyes closed and not looking at her mama, she exclaims, "Papa went to the toilet without any paper!" Her mama sounds confused, but Anya doesn't pay attention. She quickly opens her eyes and turns to the dog, jumping on his back. "He's in danger right now! Anya will get him his toilet paper!" she continued while the dog started running away. She adjusts herself on the dog's back so she wouldn't fall off.
Anya hears the worried cries of her mama, but she doesn't tell the big dog to stop. She needs to save papa and stop peace from breaking. She holds on the white fur tightly and she looks around the area, paying attention to any towers or buildings that she sees in the vision.
The dog runs and runs, not stopping for a break. He changes directions constantly as if knowing where he needs to go. Anya ignores the awes and thoughts of the people when they see her and the big dog, completely focused on stopping the future.
It goes on for a few minutes, but it's forever to Anya when she finally sees the clock tower from a distance. "Found it! It's that pointy clock thing!" She points over to the direction that gets them closer to the tower. "Over there, Doggy!"
The dog runs faster, and she has to hold on to her dear life, fear and panic taking over the longer she is taking to save the future. "That's where Papa's gonna die! We can't let that happen!"
The dog runs past the crowded people and stops when they arrive at the place where her papa dies. We got to the tower! Anya gets down from the tired dog and she frantically looks around the area while the big dog pants in exhaustion. Where's Papa's death place?! She sees no hints or anything that can help her save the future, so she runs back to the big dog.
She jumps at the big dog and shakes him in hopes that a vision of the future will play. "Doggy, show me the future again!" She gets off the big dog when he doesn't give her the vision that she needs to see. She thinks back to the vision she saw earlier and remembers another detail. Anya remembers the clock going ding-dong when the bomb exploded! She points her fingers, trying to imitate where the clock arms were in the vision she saw. When the needle is at the top!
So we only have… Anya looks at the clock tower, her brows furrowing when she tries to read the time. Anya can't read a clock! She panics as she stares at her two pointing fingers, hoping it can tell her the time. The short needle and long needle… Which is which?!
Anya panics even more, watching as the longer needle moves closer to her papa's death. She worries she won't be able to save her papa in time. A vision of her papa's lifeless eyes crosses her mind again, and she shakes them away, not wanting to be reminded of it. She looks around the area, hoping for anything that could help her.
Anya stops looking when she finds an old man on the bench with his eyes closed. Maybe he can help…? she thought, while lowering her arms. Anya looks at the big dog and he seems to have regained some of his strength.
Anya pets the big dog when he moves closer to her, using his snout to push her towards the old man on the bench. Anya stumbles and would have fallen if the big dog hadn't bitten her coat, letting her steady herself before pushing her towards the old man until she walks towards the bench, with the big dog sitting down next to her.
She takes careful yet fast-paced steps until she's in front of the old man. "Excuse me…" The old man wakes up from his nap and looks at Anya. She points at the clock tower and asks, "How many minutes before that clock goes 'ding dong'?"
The old man looks at the clock tower. "Oh, you're talking about the bell? It rings every hour, so I guess the next one is about thirty minutes away."
Anya bows. "Tank yew!"
Thirty minutes! Gotta hurry! Anya leaves the area quickly, with the big dog by her side. But then she stops. How many are thirty minutes…? She still doesn't understand how time works, and she wonders if she would know about it if she paid more attention during her classes. She frowns at the thought.
The big dog sniffs at the air and before Anya can even ask what the big dog is doing, she is carried away and only lets down when she is hiding behind a building. "What is it, Doggy?" she asked. Curious as to why she was hidden away by the big dog, she takes a peek at the side of the building. Oh no! Her heart jumps when she sees the bad guy from earlier. That's the bad guys' boss! She hides away before the man could see her, pushing the big dog behind her so he wouldn't be seen by them.
Anya holds her breath, covering her mouth to keep herself from making a sound. Her eyes widen when she hears another dog bark and move closer to them. He found us! It's silent for a few seconds before the boss speaks and the dog whines and barks while being yanked back.
Anya takes a small peek, and she exhales in relief when the boss' dog didn't find them. The big dog does the same, although still looking worried.
I need to get outta here before someone notices me. Anya perks up when she hears the boss' thoughts, moving closer to focus on it. Be sure to blow up for me… My improvised trap…
"The bomb is his doing?!" she whispered behind her hands.
Go, come after me, you stupid pigs! The moment you open the door, you'll be greeted with a bang! the man continues his thoughts with a smirk as he looks at the building where the hideout is supposed to be.
Anya follows his line of sight. "That building over there?" She must look worried out of her mind because the big dog moves closer to her, a muted bark to reassure her. Anya is still frowning. Her brows are pulled closer together, but she allows her hands to go across the big dog's fur. It brings her comfort, but it doesn't last long when she hears the boss's thoughts.
There might be some casualties from the explosion… But it's a must for the greater good. Anya turns when she hears a car move and realizes the boss is about to drive away. At least you can take pride in dying for your country.
As the car leaves, Anya finally leaves her hiding spot. She is frantic and worried. "This is bad!" The comfort from the big dog is gone and replaced with panic as she flails her arms around. "We have to stop the bomb!" She points at the clock tower and imitates the needles with the gesture of her hand. "Uh… the big hand moved from the seven to the eight, so… We've only got eight minutes?" She tries to recount any lessons she might've had with her papa or the teachers, but her mind draws blank. "Uhh… Ahh…" She can't focus on all her panic and the constant thoughts from the other people around the area. The more she tries to think, the bigger the headache is growing.
"Anyway, let's hurry up!" Anya shakes her head and she runs towards the building where the bomb should be. The big dog follows her the entire time. She tiptoes to reach the doorknob and open the door with a slam.
Anya looks up and sees all the stairs she has to go on to reach the floor where the bomb will be. She wants to complain. She feels it bubbling in her throat, but she has to stop herself from bursting into a tantrum because it's not the time for it. She needs to be a big girl. Anya swallows the lump in her throat and climbs up the stairs, fastening her pace whenever she feels herself slow down just a bit.
Anya eventually reaches the top floor, taking large gulps of breath as she holds on to the big dog so she doesn't collapse on her knees. Anya wipes away the sweat on her forehead. She looks at the big dog, who starts sniffing at the air, his nuzzle pointing towards the only door in front of them.
"This place…?" she asked the big dog, who nodded at her in response. Bomb…! Anya takes careful steps, afraid to trigger the bomb that would hurt them and everyone else nearby. The big dog does the same behind her, but she can still hear his steps due to his size.
Anya stops in front of the door. Slowly and carefully, she reaches for the doorknob to open the door.
She is stopped by the big dog barking at her, reminding Anya of what the boss thought earlier. Her body jerks and she immediately drops her arm. "I forgot! I'll explode if I open the door!"
Anya takes careful steps back, holding her hands together and keeping them close to her body as she looks around the room and how she can go inside without setting off the bomb. She looks up and sees an open window that leads to the inside of the room. With her size, she would fit through it. Maybe I can fit through that little window! Anya pushes the boxes nearby as a staircase to reach the window. Half of her body goes through, but she struggles to get the other half and get her fully inside the room. She tries to tiptoe, but it doesn't work. "Doggy, give me a push!" she commanded as she struggled to get in.
The dog gives her the push she needs and the rest of her body fits through the window. She gasps as she falls, but the pile of boxes saves her from the landing. She groans in pain before opening her eyes to look around the room, her eyes falling on the bomb attached to the wall with tape. A bomb!!
Her nerves are fraying at seeing an actual bomb, but she also feels excitement coursing through her veins. It's an adventure just like the Spy Wars show! Anya gets up with a determined expression as she faces the bomb. She grabs the gloves in her pocket and puts them on, remembering not to leave any fingerprints just like what Bondman did in one of the episodes. If I can disarm it, I can save Papa!
Anya climbs on top of the wooden cabinet for closer reach of the bomb. Her hands reach towards the bomb before stopping. She draws her hands back with one thought crossing her mind. "How do I… disarm a bomb?"
I saw on TV that you must cut the red cable or the blue cable to stop it; she thought while looking around the bomb. Anya jumps off the wooden cabinet and moves closer to the bomb, her eyes darting forward for any red or blue wires. "Cables… cables…" she mutters while her arms are spread out, sneaking around the bomb.
Shock!!!! Anya freezes when she sees no red or blue wires. The cables are all black!
Anya darts around the room, pacing in her panic while she looks for anything that can help her out. I don't even have any wire-cutty scissors! She presses her hands closer to her, eyes wide as saucers the longer she can't think of a solution. What should I do?! There's no time left! She briefly looks at the bomb taped to the wall. I need to tell Papa not to come in… But then he'll find out about me and throw me away!
But if Papa dies, that's worse! Fear takes over Anya as she kneels while covering her face, at a loss of what to do. And world peace is disrupted! She closes her eyes. The brave front she had earlier is gone, and she is left with herself dealing with this situation. Her body trembles when she recalls the vision of her papa under the rubble. It haunts her mind, worse than her experience at the lab with the scary men in white coats.
She opens her eyes and looks up at the bomb, unsure how much time she has left before it goes boom. She is tired, and the fatigue is already settling in her. Anya looks to the side, and sees a squeeze bottle of ketchup, as well as discarded food and drinks on the table.
I can send a message to Papa! She brightens at the new idea popping into her mind. Once again, she is reminded of a Spy Wars episode, where Bondman found a cryptic message that saved everyone from a disaster. She gets up and heads to the table to grab the squeeze bottle of ketchup. She is filled with a new sense of determination and bravery now that she found a solution to her problem. Anya grabs a broken piece of glass with another idea forming in her head.
It is now time for her to get out of the room. Anya takes a glance at the bomb taped near the door and knows she cannot use it to get out. She glances back at the open window and knows she needs to get through it again. She looks at the boxes she fell on top of and decides to use the table instead. She places the squeeze bottle of ketchup and the broken piece of glass on top of the table before pushing it towards the wall. It takes her a lot of tremendous effort and willpower to do it, sweat dripping down her forehead once she achieves it.
Anya uses the remaining boxes and uses it to climb on top of the table. Anya grabs the squeeze bottle of ketchup and drops it to the other side through the window. The big dog jumps when the squeeze bottle lands, and the dog lying down while waiting for her to complete her mission.
Next is the tricky and dangerous part. She has to get through the window while avoiding getting hurt by the broken piece of glass. She takes a careful approach in this, grabbing the broken piece of glass and opens the window. Anya looks down at the height she has to get down to. It's high, and it scares her, but she doesn't give in to the fear.
Anya grins. "Doggy!" she calls out to the big dog, and he barks in response. "Anya needs your help to get down!"
The big dog moves towards the boxes, giving her a safe place to land on when she falls. Anya goes out in the opposite way; she starts with her legs, kicking them lightly as she slowly makes her way down. Her grip on the window still tightens the longer she is hanging on to it. She places the broken piece of glass on the window still to give her papa a view of the bomb. With the little strength she has left and hope the big dog is there to help her, Anya releases her grip and she falls.
He huffs out an exhale when Anya lands on his big body; the fur softening her landing. "Thank you, Doggy!" She gets off the big dog and pats his head in gratitude.
Anya then grabs the squeeze bottle of ketchup and heads over to the door. With her artistic skills, she draws bombs and explosions, along with an arrow pointing towards the doorknob. She moves the boxes that haven't been destroyed by her earlier and uses them as a stepping stool to write 'NO' on the door while using the squeeze bottle of ketchup.
Anya takes a step back with a proud grin at her work. There's a delight in her eyes, gleaming at her message for her papa. "Let's go, Doggy!" She drops the squeeze bottle next to the door, already making her way down the stairs. The big dog follows her behind as they run out of the building.
She climbs on top of the big dog and they run as far as they can from the area. Simultaneously, Anya sees a car pass by them and a fleeting thought of 'Anya?' inside it.
Anya turns her head towards the car with wide eyes while feeling her heart drop. Papa? She wants to tell the big dog to stop, but she doesn't want her papa to ask her any questions that could expose her secret. Instead, she faces forward and instructs the big dog to go faster. She is not taking any risks on this one.
Anya looks at the clock tower, her eyes widening when the long and short needles are getting super close to what she saw in the vision. She holds her breath when the clock tower dongs; the sound echoing in her ears. The big dog stops when her grip on his fur tightens, body trembling while waiting for her plan to work. Papa… did you see my message?
The world is silent for a moment.
She hears no loud boom.
It's quiet.
Eerily quiet.
Anya turns her head towards the building she just left a few minutes ago, and she waits.
She is startled by the big dog's sudden barking, as he continues running farther away from the building. His ears are pointed forward, his snout twitching. "Doggy—?!"
Anya sees a flash in the new vision she got from the big dog and then nothing.
Before Anya can begin to question it, the vision ends and she is hit with a sudden flash in her eyes.
And then…
Boom.
A/N: writing child characters is hard... the next chapter will come out on october 24! ... if i manage to finish writing it before the day.
anyways, i finally got my first entry for whumptober 2024 out!! this was the first thing i worked on and i had to stop myself from publishing this before october. i have already pre-written 12 whumptober entries while the rest are wips. this is my little treat after not posting anything for 9 months excluding the one shot i posted last month, that was supposed to be out a year ago :)
if you want to be tagged in the next chapter, please reply under this post! as always thank you so much for reading and i hope you read my other entries for whumptober 2024 <3
