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Hold Me - Chapter 11, Finding Jade

Summary: Jade has a nightmare about the Others Queen but doesn’t wake up from it. Bucky takes her to the medical bay where Bruce determines she has contracted a virus. Her only chance of survival is a transfusion from a super soldier. After she recovers Jade is sent away while they get a sample of the Queen, hoping a fungi expert can identify her weaknesses. While in Albuquerque Jade is approached by the remnants of her father’s cult who won’t leave her alone. Realizing that she needs to break their fixation on her leads her to make a decision about her abilities.

Length: 4.4K

Characters: Bucky, Jade, Bruce, Ma, Steve, Dr. Strange, fungi expert.

Warnings: infection, fear of losing each other (Bucky and Jade), harassment from cult members, first real fight between Bucky and Jade.

Author notes: The part of the fungi expert is played by real life Washington state mycologist Paul Stamets. If you've heard the name before it's because his name is also used for a character on Star Trek Discovery, supposedly a descendant of the real man.

<<Chapter 10

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She's out in the Badlands again. Running, looking behind her constantly. They found her and are tracking her. Everywhere she goes they push up the ground, sometimes behind her, sometimes in front. She has the sudden realization they are herding her towards something or someone. It's a maze and she's the rat but it isn't a prize at the end. It's something terrible, something worse. If she could she would stop but there is no where else to go except where they are herding her. In frustration she starts to cry but she doesn't stop. A sharp spasm of pain cuts through her side, where the wound was. Pressing her hand on it she tries to temper the pain but it doesn't work.

"Jade," said Bucky, touching her head, which was burning. "Jade, wake up."

She didn't respond. Bucky ran to the intercom. "Bruce, you awake? It's Jade. She won't wake up."

"Bring her to the lab, now!" said Bruce, from his room.

He threw on a T-shirt and sweat pants and ran to the lab. Bucky came in moments later carrying an unconscious Jade in his arms. Bruce looked at her, unsure of what was happening. He had taken blood and a tissue sample only a few hours earlier. There were no results yet but this wasn't good. Gingerly pulling her night shirt up he was shocked to see the inflammation had spread across her entire abdomen. Grabbing a thermometer he put it into her armpit and asked Bucky to keep her arm pressed to her side. While he did that he prepared to insert an IV into her good arm. The thermometer beeped 102 degrees Fahrenheit. Fever. Putting a tourniquet on he tapped her vein and inserted the cannula taping it in place, then hooked it up to a bag of saline and placed it onto the pole.

"Go get Ma," he said. "I need her to look into Jade's mind and to contact Strange for the lab results."

Bucky ran to Ma's room, banging on her door. She came straight to it and just looked at him then ran past him to the medical lab. Rushing in she looked at Bruce and both saw and felt the worry he felt.

Touching Jade she attempted to enter her daughter's mind.

"Jade!" she called.

She was in the Badlands but she couldn't see her daughter. Looking down at the ground she saw footprints and started following them running as fast as she could. After a few minutes she saw her daughter and she called again. Jade turned around and saw her mother, her face terrified.

"No!" she yelled. "Go back, it's the queen. She's found me somehow. Ma, leave!"

Suddenly the ground around Jade erupted and a huge mass appeared out of the ground. It undulated in front of Jade and looked like it was ready to devour her. The ground shook behind Ma and she turned. It was Bucky, but it wasn't Bucky and with a flash of understanding she realized it was the Winter Soldier. He looked at her and in a voice devoid of emotion or feeling said he would kill the creature as it was now his mission. He strode towards the mass, pulling a massive gun out of a back holster. Aiming at it he started firing and didn't stop until he had emptied the magazine. He had wounded it but it still threatened Jade. Dropping the gun he reached into sheaths on his thighs, pulling out two long knives and with a roar charged the mass jumping up near the top and slashing at it. In a fury he kept slashing and stabbing. Even though he did damage it was obvious he couldn't kill it and it fought back, finally throwing him to the ground at Ma's feet.

"I am unable to comply," he said to Ma, "and cannot complete my mission. Tell Sergeant Barnes to give her the part of him that can fight infection. He will understand."

Looking straight ahead he blinked once and moved no more. Ma felt his throat for a pulse but there was none. Then she looked at Jade who was cowering at the base of the still wounded mass. Knowing what she had to do she envisioned herself back in her body.

She stepped away from Jade and was a little unsteady. "It's the queen," she said. "Somehow it found her and it's in her subconscious. The Winter Soldier was there and he fought it but it killed him. Before he died he said for Bucky to give her the part of him that can fight infection."

"A blood transfusion?" asked Bucky. "Bruce, if it's her only chance."

"We don't know what it will do to her," said Bruce. "Ma, his blood is full of super soldier serum and it could give all sorts of side effects to Jade."

"I'm guessing it's loaded with antibodies and anti-oxidants as well, isn't it?" she asked anxiously. "Bruce, that thing is ready to kill her, render her brain dead. If this is her only chance...."

Bucky sat and started tying on the tourniquet himself. "Do it," he said. "We'll deal with the side effects later but I'm not letting her die."

"Do it Bruce," said Steve, who had been watching from the door. "If you don't want to give her Bucky's blood, give her mine, but if it's as bad as Ma says then do it.

"Alright, we'll do a direct transfusion from Steve," he said. "He's the same blood type as Jade. Ma, can you bring over the other gurney for Steve to lie on and set up the transfusion? He needs to be elevated so gravity will push it into her system."

Ma set it up and inserted the needle into Steve's arm. She allowed the blood to flow then connected it to Jade's IV. Standing near Jade she touched her daughter's head. Bucky sat on the other side. Looking at Steve he nodded at him then rested his forehead on Jade's hand.

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Bucky's head was on Jade's hand when her fingers moved. Instantly he was awake. She was looking at him and smiled. Without hesitating he stood up, leaned over her and kissed her gently on the lips.

"You scared me," he said. "You wouldn't wake up. Ma went into your head and said the queen was there and the Winter Soldier."

She nodded. "He tried to fight her but she killed him," she said. "Then suddenly she didn't look too well and she sort of folded in on herself. Ma was there, said Steve gave me some of his blood. Does that mean I'm a super soldier now?"

Bucky laughed. "I don't know," he said. "But you tell me if you ever want to pick a fight with a bully, okay? I wanted to give you blood but we don't match."

"Hey, how's my favourite patient?" asked Bruce. "Here, I need to take your temperature. Your mom sent a thought message to Strange and he came while you were out. Your blood work was indicative of an infection. The tissue sample was just inflamed, nothing indicative in it. We think the queen was giving you an infection telepathically. Whatever it was Steve's blood seems to have taken care of it."

He pulled the thermometer out and smiled, nodding his head.

"Where's Ma?" asked Jade.

"After she came back out of your head she said you would be okay and went back to bed. So did Steve," said Bucky. "Strange won't let you near the queen anymore. You're done. It's too dangerous for you."

"Will you let me go back to our room?" she asked then looked at Bucky. "I just want to lie in your arms."

"Sure," replied Bruce, "straight to sleep, now okay?"

He disconnected the IV line and pulled the cannula out of her hand, putting a bandaid on the spot. Bucky picked her up and carried her to their door. Jade entered the code and he carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed. He laid beside her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her on the forehead.

In the morning Jade woke before Bucky and watched him as he slept. She brushed the hair from his face with her fingers and smiled remembering how alert he had been that first time she entered his bedroom and he pulled a gun on her. Now, he didn't move as she touched his hair. The trust that had developed between them was incredible and she didn't know if she could ever live without it or him, again.

"Marry me," she whispered. "Don't ever leave me."

He still slept but she had voiced her desire and now it was up to destiny to make it known to him. The intercom buzzed and she got up to answer it. Steve was calling a breakfast meeting of everyone in 30 minutes. Bucky's eyes were open and he smiled when he saw she was up and looking much better. Getting out of the bed he held her and kissed her tenderly.

"I wish we had more time," he said regretfully.

They quickly showered, dressed and joined the others in the common room where Dr. Strange had arrived and was talking to Steve in hushed tones. When Bucky walked in Steve called him over and Jade sat next to her mother and Ben.

"We have a mission," said Steve. "Well, Bucky and I do. We are going to be testing a device developed using the information gathered by the cult and by Jade's encounter yesterday. There is one complication. Strange."

"When Jade had her encounter with the queen yesterday the queen used her telepathic powers to plant a virus in Jade," he said. "Matters came to a head overnight when Jade was brought to the medical centre for treatment in an unconscious state. It was only cured by a blood transfusion from Steve here. Our plan had been to use Jade to force another encounter with the queen but it's too dangerous for her to be close by so we've developed a kind of projection unit that will mimic Jade's brain waves, fooling the queen into thinking it's Jade out there. By using Steve and Bucky their super soldier blood should protect them from any viruses. Jade, you will be in Albuquerque, far enough away from here so that you shouldn't be affected by the queen's telepathy."

Jade started to protest but Strange held firm. "I have looked into the future possibilities on this," he said. "In all of the scenarios where you stayed, you were reinfected. In all of the scenarios where you were elsewhere you weren't. It's as simple as that."

Bruce put up a hand. "What came of your consultation with the mushroom guy?" he asked.

"Without a sample he can't be sure," said Strange. "One of the mission objectives is to secure a sample. If it is mycelium based we may be able to use a fungicide on her but we will have to test that. Right now we want to see if we can hurt the drones enough that she disconnects from them and they die leaving her with fewer resources and hopefully starve herself."

Scott and Ben would be going with Jade to Albuquerque and accommodation had been arranged. Dr. Strange opened a portal for them and they were met by the sheriff on the other side. He took them to his house where he had a spare bedroom and a spare couch. Scott took the couch while Jade and Ben took the twin beds in the spare bedroom. Since it was still late morning the sheriff's wife asked if they wanted to go to the market. At first they declined but Ben had never been to a market and begged to just walk around and get a feel of it. For him it was exciting. The sounds, the people, and the bartering were all new and exciting to him. Even Scott found it interesting having missed much of it when he first arrived. For Jade it brought a mixture of good and not so good memories. Good watching Bucky and Peter in action as traders, seeing Bucky do what he did best when he dealt with the not so good traffickers. She stopped to watch some haggling on a transaction and didn't notice a number of people who had approached her.

"Excuse me," said a man, "you're the white haired mother of greatness aren't you?"

"No, I'm not," said Jade, walking away from the man.

"You are!" he exclaimed. "Elder Abraham foretold your coming. You are here, we are saved."

Scott took Jade's arm. "Let's just move along and get away from this believer," he said to her.

It didn't matter. As word spread amongst the cult members who had stayed, having no where else to go, they started following her, singing her praises and calling for her to show her powers to the unbelievers. Even turning on them and telling them to leave her alone had no effect and eventually the sheriff's wife took them home. That should have been the end of it until people started showing up outside the sheriff's home, praying, singing, and making a nuisance of themselves. Jade tried asking them to leave but they saw it as her testing their faith. Sheriff Peters ended up assigning two deputies to keep guard at his house, in order to prevent the followers from trying to enter his home.

"I'm so sorry," said Jade. "I've told them I'm an ordinary person but they continue to insist I'm not. I don't know what else to do."

"It's alright," said the sheriff, "John Langford did a real number on them. Faith is a hard thing to break."

Jade went straight to her room and sat on the bed. The encounters with the remaining cult members had shaken her. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The memory of the Winter Soldier appearing came into her head, followed by the attack of the queen on her mind. The words of the sheriff about faith being hard to break stuck with her. Until she broke their faith they would never leave her alone.

The encounter with the queen went as hoped. The queen accepted the projected transmission as Jade and tried to break out of the ground several times. Between them Steve and Bucky were able to get two samples of the queen before having to jump through a portal for safety. Strange took the samples and opened a portal to his fungus expert in Washington state. Bruce was looking at the data from the transmission that mimicked Jade.

"You know," he said out loud to no one in particular. "This might be the weapon we could use against the queen. If we lure her out of the ground and keep her attention focussed on the transmission it might make her nests easier to destroy.”

"What do you mean, Bruce?" asked Steve.

"We could suspend a speaker from a helicopter or a drone for that matter and ramp up the frequencies enough to bring the queen out of the ground," said Bruce. "Look at the data on the nests. When the queen was trying to get out of the ground the nests were suffering. The queen was hell bent on getting to those transmissions and willing to sacrifice her drones to do it. They could be stressed enough to make them vulnerable to attack, especially the ones further away from her."

"I still have those IEDs," said Sam, drawn into the conversation. "I could drop them on the outer nest locations with a remote command. When you lure her out I set them off. She said she was immune to bombs. Never said anything about the nests or the drones being immune."

"I think we should test it out," said Bucky. "What do we have to lose?"

"Let's get it set up and ready to go," said Steve, "but we don't implement it until we hear from Dr. Strange."

When a portal was sent for Jade, Ben and Scott the following morning to return to the bunker they readily took it. Jade went straight to her room without seeing anyone. In the hours before Dr. Strange reappeared Bucky sought out Jade, concerned she hadn't checked in with him. He found her lying on her side in their bed. Kicking his boots off he climbed on with her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly. "You came straight here after returning."

"Just thinking," she said. "The cult members still in Albuquerque recognized me. Wouldn't leave me alone. Sheriff Peters had to assign two deputies to keep them from trying to enter his home. I can't live in a bubble, Bucky. Those people will never leave me alone."

He sighed. "There's talk of the Avengers going back to New York to fight the Others there," he said. "Come back with me. There's no cult members there."

"I'm a country girl," she said simply. "I'll visit but living in a concrete building with neighbours just feet away doesn't appeal to me. I'm sorry but I can't. And the cult members have a link to me. They would find me eventually."

"You won't even try it out?" he asked. "You don't know if you would like the city or not."

"Don't," she said, pulling away. "I'm dealing with some shit right now and you're not helping."

"Fine," he said, sitting up and pulling his boots on. "When you're ready to talk come and find me. We might have a way to finally defeat the Others and you're in here moping about some deluded people who think you're their messiah. Forgive me for not giving it the importance you think is necessary."

He stood up to walk away then looked back to see her silently crying. "Fuck, I'm sorry," he said getting back on the bed. "I'm so, so sorry. I can say some nasty shit when I get angry but that was unjustified. Baby, please, forgive me."

Pulling her close into his arms he stroked her hair while she cried. He kissed her and it became more passionate between them until the intercom buzzed.

"Bucky, Strange is back," said Steve. "Come to the common room, both of you."

"His timing is perfect," said Bucky, pulling her T-shirt back down to her waist.

They walked hand in hand to the common room. Strange had a man with him.

"Who's the guy?" asked Bucky of Scott.

"Paul Stamets, his fungus expert," said Scott.

"Oh good, everyone is here," said Dr. Strange. "If you didn't hear the introductions this is Paul Stamets, one of the world's top experts in fungi. He's had a good look at the samples we took and while they are fungi, they're like no fungus he has ever seen."

"Thanks Stephen," said Stamets. "You all think of fungus as mushrooms, or mold on damp areas but there are thousands of different types. Some reproduce sexually, some asexually, there are several other different ways which I won't get into. This one, the Others, is of extremely high intelligence and purpose. It's purpose is to kill humans because we are resistant to its attempt to enter a symbiotic relationship with us."

"What's a symbiotic relationship?" asked Clint.

"It's a mutually beneficial relationship between two species that keeps them both alive," said Stamets. "The Others are two species, the queen, and the drones. Even though the queens in wetter environments resemble the drones I think that's by design not by nature. This queen, out here in the desert, this is the true appearance of that species. The queens needed the drones to get to our planet – they have the technology although we haven't seen their space craft yet. She has no technology – only the ability to connect with the drones. Until the young woman here connected mentally they were only able to kill humans. They couldn't form a new symbiotic relationship with a human."

"Was she trying to form a symbiotic relationship with me?" asked Jade. "Is that why she was trying to break out of the ground?"

"That's my theory," he said. "I believe she wanted to use you as a bridge to forming symbiotic relationships with other humans. This is a nice planet for them. Three quarters water, lots of biological matter for her to thrive. It's like she wants us to join her family, which we don't, right?"

"So, Jade, we have to send you away again while we test a new attack strategy on her," said Strange. "I won't send you to Albuquerque. I'm sending you to Santa Fe, just for a few hours. Maria will go with you this time. Ben, do you want to go with your mom?"

"No, I would like to watch, please," he said. "This is pretty cool stuff."

A ghost of a smile crossed Strange's face. Bucky hugged and kissed Jade then she and Maria stepped through the waiting portal. Sam got into his gear and with his satchel of IEDs went out to lay them in place over the outermost nests, setting each to explode when it received his signal. While he did that the transmission device was attached to the bottom of the quinjet. Both Bucky and Clint would be piloting it. They would also have the back open with Steve, Peter, and Scott with safety harnesses on to visually monitor nest activity below them. As soon as the quinjet was in position they turned the transmission on to its highest level. Sam had all of his weaponized drones on alert to watch for any Others counterattack.

Red Wing was recording everything for study later and providing a live link to Strange, Bruce, Stamets and the others. As soon as the transmission started the ground immediately below undulated as the queen pushed her way up through the strata. It seemed as if she was straining to get to the source of the transmissions and her colour changed to something sickly the further she extended herself.

"I can hear the drones," said Ma, "and they're not happy."

"Wanda, can you sense anything from the queen?" asked Strange.

"Anger, that Jade is just out of her reach," said Wanda who could now sense emotions from the queen. "She's also angry at the drones. They're not doing enough to maintain her."

"Sam, set the IEDs off," said Strange. "Do the first set individually then wait for my order to set off the rest."

Sam sent the signal to the outermost nests and one by one six nests were blown up. Strange looked at the readouts and smiled as the data showed those nests had been neutralized. He and Stamets looked at the live view of the queen and saw her colour had become even worse.

"Sam, set the whole damn lot up," ordered Strange. "Get clear of any blast waves."

Moving up even higher Sam sent the signal to blow all of the IEDs he had set and watched as a massive explosion obscured everything from his vision.

"Damn, that was one big blast," he said. "I can't see anything. What does the data show?"

Everyone in the common room was looking at the data coming in from the nests and the queen. Not a single nest was still alive. The ones which had no IEDs had just stopped functioning.

"Quinjet," said Strange. "Can you see anything? Red Wing's view is still obscured."

Peter unhooked his harness and slung a web downwards, lowering himself closer to the surface.

"There's nothing," he reported. "Chunks of flesh, debris. It looks like she exploded."

Sam flew closer in so he was level with Peter. "That's confirmed," he said. "There's nothing left of the queen, almost as if she overextended herself and it was too much for her body to take."

"Okay, stop the transmission," Strange said. "Everybody in except Sam and Red Wing. Sam, continue monitoring for visual life signs. I'm not going out there until I'm sure nothing is alive."

Inside the Bunker everyone continued watching the data, or lack of data that was coming in. Strange looked at Stamets and they both looked at the others.

"Let's go have a look," Strange said. "Oh, before I forget. Ma send a message to Jade. I'm sending them a portal."

He created a portal and the two women walked in. Bucky hugged Jade and whispered in her ear that it looked like it worked. They killed the queen and the drones. She held him hard and kissed him, smiling at the apparent success. Outside they all loaded into the quinjet and it took off for the site of the queen. Sam was still there and confirmed there were no signs of life in his goggle readouts. Finding a clear spot they landed and streamed out to a landscape littered with the remains of the queen. Stamets had brought sampling equipment with him and was busy picking up pieces of the queen and sealing them in plastic bags or containers. Due to the heat and the overhead position of the sun her body parts were already starting to dry out and curl up. As the others spread out to find out what happened to the nearby nests Jade approached Dr. Strange.

"Can I have a moment of your time?" she asked. "I need to talk to you and Wanda in private. There's something I need to do and only you two can help me."

He looked at her strangely, but nodded and said to meet at 9 pm in the garage. He watched as she went to Wanda and saw the same look on her face as he felt on his. The witch looked at him and he nodded. There had been a 50% chance of this request and Strange knew exactly what he, Wanda, and Jade would be doing on the following morning.

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earlgreydream · 2 years

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also hippie cult leader!bucky watching little jamie pick flowers from the meadow "wanna give these to mommy!" and he picks up the little tyke with his metal arm "we can do that. would you like to make them into a crown for her?" "yes!"

ugh yes bex i love our cult leader bucky

he pulls your little jamie into his lap, gently guiding his fingers to weave the flowers into a crown for you. you approached your little family, white dress fluttering in the breeze and flowers and soft grass beneath your bare feet.

"hi, my darling," you swept jamie up as the squealing child ran to you, giggling with joy and excitement, little crystals on his necklace jingling.

"momma, daddy and i made you a crown!" he squealed, leaning up to kiss your forehead as you did to the members of your community, the sweetest sign of your affection and endearment for them.

"thank you, my love," you kissed his cheeks, making him giggle, his laugh reminding you of bucky's.

the man walked toward you, leaning forward and placing the crown of daisies on your head before kissing your mouth.

"a crown for a goddess," bucky murmured as he broke the kiss.

"goddess," jamie breathed, gazing up at your face in wonder.

"that's right, jamie, mommy's a goddess."

#bex 💍#flowerchild!bucky #11k celebration #bucky #hippie cult leader!bucky

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kaira-elffish · 1 year

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The first chapter of Down We Go is now out! Follow Bucky and Sam to Evora, Portugal as they search for information on the Flag Smashers and encounter something far more sinister instead.

#Febuwhump2023 #Day 2 #fanfiction #TFATWS #bucky barnes whump #this only took a year lmao #but its finally out #there is a chapter 2 in the works #cult fic #graphic depictions of whump

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alicetallula · 1 year

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Secret Santa 2021 - The Cults Server - For Hal - Part II - 23.12.2021

I had the pleasure of participating in the Secret Santa of the Cults Server this year again !

For @phroggysace

It was such a blast to draw for such a sweet person !

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Secret Santa 2021 - Stucky - Ice Skating - For Hal - 23.12.2021

Done using ink pens, watercolors, colored pencils, metallic watercolors, metallic ink pens and acrylic paint pens

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#secret santa 2021 #the cults server secret santa 2021 #mcu #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #ice skating #fanart #tallula03's art

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ex-cult-classic · 2 years

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i relate to bucky barnes because i, too, have been brainwashed and controlled by white supremacists and don’t remember most of my life

anyway, i love bucky

#tw cult #cult survivor #ex cult #mcu #marvel #bucky barnes #winter soldier

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blue-ink-pearls · 21 days

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Fig Isn't Meant to Be Cassandra's Paladin, Bucky Applebees Is

As most of us have realized since Ankarna's original domain was revealed, Fig is clearly supposed to be her paladin. The archdevil of rebellion united with the goddess of conviction and justice would be an incredible force for fighting wrongs, for inspiring revolutions, and creating true positive change.

But Fig wasn't wrong that Cassandra would be immensely helped by having a paladin swear themselves to her. Even though Kristen is an extraordinary cleric, she's only one person.

When we first meet Bucky Applebees in Junior Year, he is filled with doubt and uncertainty. He's a paladin of Helio, the same religion (cult) that Kristen fled from and he has been forced to take on the role of protector to his younger brothers that Kristen once held as the eldest daughter. He hasn't told his parents about the gold Kristen gave them, he thinks he's going to hell for lying, he misses his sister but thinks she's living in sin (maybe?), and he's curious about what beer tastes like (but never mind, he doesn't want to know. He bets it would be great. For sinners, would love it.).

When Cassandra dies/is kidnapped, Kristen first feels a connection to her goddess again when she thinks of how her doubt and uncertainty led to her escaping that life and finding freedom from Helio and her parents.

Ally: "I think she spent so much time trapped and feeling, like, super wrong, that doubt and mystery actually feel like a really beautiful escape, and more true." Brennan: "The concept of escape hits you. And for a moment you hear (clicking). And all of the locks on the windows and all of the locks on the doors of this room just open slightly. A little bit of divine magic flows through you....[W]hen you thought of escape, you thought of, yeah, embracing the unknown gives you the strength to leave a bad situation. Escape."

Bucky, Bricker, and Cork are still trapped and now that Brennan's brought Bucky back into the story, I don't think the season is going to end with Kristen leaving her little brothers in an abusive home life when there's every possibility for them to find safety and acceptance at Morded Manor.

I believe that if Kristen is able to help her brothers get away from their parents and the Church of Helio*, then Bucky is going to need a new god to follow. Why wouldn't Bucky, a scared, uncertain 14 year-old kid, not follow a goddess in the image of his older sister, whose very essence is that "whenever you're in the dark, I'm here holding your hand."

Kristen has always had a hard time doing the work of growing her church, of telling people about Cassandra. I think she'd find it easy to tell her siblings all about Cassandra when she's trying to help them find enough doubt and uncertainty in what they've known all their lives, that they'll have the courage to escape too.

*Also, there's definitely going to be further exploration of the Church of Sol, and by extension the Church of Helio, as they were 100% involved in what happened to Ankarna and Kristen is probably going to try to keep Bobby Dawn away from Bucky, just as she absolutely rejected Buddy Dawn becoming her brother's mentor.

#fantasy high #fhjy spoilers #kristen applebees #fig faeth #bucky applebees #fantasy high junior year #fhjy

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

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wandasgf · 7 months

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THERE'S JUST ONE THING I WANT (your blood all over me)

pairings: final girl!reader + slashers!wandanat, pre-established bucky + reader

summary: movie night at your boyfriend bucky's on friday the 13th, what could go wrong?

warnings: depictions of violence and murder, cult dynamics (cult leader wanda), character death (not reader), cheating, manipulation, patriarchal ideals, misogyny, power dynamics, pet names, mommy kink, dom!natasha, sub!reader, dom!wanda, fingering, groping

wc: 5.7k~

A/N: sorry bucky...

Friday the 13th, a universal day of bad luck and bad omens. You were never one to be overly superstitious, you did have a black cat, Liho, after all, but something about this just felt like a bad idea. Bucky had proposed the idea of having a movie night of sorts to celebrate the unofficial holiday, wanting to invite some friends over and watch a few horror movies. He explicitly wanted to ‘watch Parker piss his pants over a little movie,’ which you rolled your eyes at.

“I don't know if this is a good idea, Buck…” You sigh, looking up at the taller man through your lashes, your arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Who doesn't love a good horror movie?” He laughs, though he knows you don't, “besides, I'll keep you safe. Don't worry.” He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You know I don't like those kinds of movies,” you huff, “and your friends are always… weird.” You mumble, burying your face in his chest. He sighs above you, starting to run his fingers through your hair, “I know, I know, but it'll just be one movie. And it's just the guys! They're harmless, come on, you know that!” His tone is lighthearted, but he tugs a little on your hair at the last part. “You can invite some of your friends,” he offers, “who've you been hanging out with lately? Wanda? Natasha? Carol?” and then he quickly changes his mind, he doesn't like her attitude towards either of you, “Ugh, no, don't invite Carol… How about that Kate girl? You can invite the redheads and Kate?”

“...okay, but promise you won't pick one that's too scary?”

“Promise, scaredy cat.”

Friday comes quickly and you're currently preparing for Bucky’s friends to come over, making sure there's cold beer in the fridge and snacks for them to eat. Your boyfriend was setting up the television apparently, telling you that you were always better in the kitchen than he was and then disappearing into the living room. Some of your friends were coming too, which you were grateful for. You had debated inviting Carol even though Bucky said not to, but decided against it. Wanda and Kate would be here soon, but Natasha said she had something she needed to do with Yelena tonight and wouldn’t be able to make it.

You play with the ring around your finger before you start to put bowls and dishes on the island’s countertop in front of you, humming softly to yourself as you make sure it looks presentable. You were never one to like an ugly spread. Bucky chooses this time to come into the kitchen and wrap his arms around your waist from behind, “see? Told you, you’re so much better in the kitchen than I am.”

“You’re just saying that because I cut up some plums for you.”

“You got me.” He chuckles, reaching forward to grab a slice of the fruit, “the boys should be here soon, you should get changed.” He pats your bare thigh, the shorts you’re wearing are decidedly too short for him, and then pulls away from you and starts to walk away.

“You didn’t seem to mind my outfit earlier!” You call out after him teasingly, and he just turns around to give you a pointed look, opening his mouth to speak before promptly closing it when he hears a car pull into the driveway. “That must be Steve. Go get changed.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

It did turn out to be Steve, and you greet him after you’ve come back downstairs. This time dressed in a pair of jeans and a brown sweater. Bucky’s friends arrive in quick succession after that: Steve, Sam, Tony, Peter (Quill, not Parker. Parker couldn’t make it), and even Rhodey showed up which was apparently something of a miracle. Wanda’s friend Vision was away for work, otherwise you might have asked her to bring him too. You sip on a drink in the kitchen with Wanda while you wait for Kate, it was far too loud in the living room with all the boys. Especially because Tony had started drinking. You don’t envy Pepper, the man could be loud while sober, so this was almost unbearable. You remind yourself that they’re Bucky’s friends and it’s just one evening, he’ll make it up to you tomorrow.

“You know, you could have just told him we were going out and you wouldn’t have had to deal with all of this,” Wanda hums, lifting her glass up to her lips and taking a sip of wine, “I know how much you hate these kinds of movies.”

“I know, but he seemed excited about it, and you know him… I don’t want to be down on something he’s actually excited about.” You lean against the counter, holding your glass in both hands against your chest. “He said he’d pick a movie that wasn’t too scary, but we can probably get away with just being in here for the whole night. It’s not like they’ll really notice.”

“You don’t think Bucky will notice if you’re not within two feet of him at all times? You must have forgotten who you’re talking about.” Wanda laughs humorlessly, a tight smile on her lips. None of your friends were particularly… fond of your boyfriend. It’s not that they hated him, he could be a nice guy, it’s just that sometimes the way he treated you was more like the way you’d treat a child or a trophy than a girlfriend.

Just then Bucky’s voice interrupts the two of you with a ‘babe!’ and you excuse yourself from the kitchen. You’re semi-grateful for it, not wanting to get into this Wanda right now, but you wanted to avoid the guys for longer than you were able to.

It turns out he had just wanted another beer, which you brought him and he accepted with a kiss to your cheek. You’re certain that Peter was going to ask for one too until he and Bucky had some sort of silent conversation, so you slipped out of the room to avoid whatever the outcome might have been. Things between the two of them could get tense.

Wanda gives you a look when you re-enter the kitchen and you shrug, “he was having some sort of debate with Steve, he didn’t want to lose his train of thought.”

“Uh huh…” The strawberry blonde opens her mouth to say something else, but she’s cut off when she hears a sharp, feminine scream pierce her ears. A scream that she knows doesn’t belong to the horror movie everyone is supposed to be watching tonight. She gives you an indecipherable look, and you look back at her with wide eyes, frightened. “Was that… the movie? Buck didn’t say he was starting it yet…”

She doesn’t answer you, waiting to see if maybe she can hear the background noise of a movie coming from the living room, maybe they decided on a different movie. But when she doesn’t hear anything besides confused chatter she can’t quite decipher she shakes her head, “I don’t think so.”

You’re soon joined by Bucky and the rest of the guys in the kitchen when he rushes in to make sure the scream he heard wasn’t, in fact, his girlfriend. “What the hell was that? Are you okay?” He holds you at arm’s length to inspect you, making sure you weren’t hurt. You could be a little clumsy, and he knows you’ve been drinking some wine, so he thought maybe you had decided to cut up some fruit and dropped the knife, accidentally cutting yourself. But after a quick once over, he realizes that you’re fine.

“I-I don’t know. Wanda and I were just talking in here and then we heard a scream. I thought maybe you started the movie without us. Do you think someone’s hurt somewhere? Oh God, this is exactly how those horror movies you like so much start out. I told you doing something like this today was a bad idea, Buck–”

The back door opens and you barely hear it, still rambling until Bucky puts his hand over your mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, and you’re about to move his hand to tell him off, who cares that his friends are here, until you hear a set of footsteps and realize that everyone is standing still and tense. Bucky’s house had a bit of an odd layout. Whereas other houses kitchen’s were in the back of the house, his was near the front.

Your boyfriend was always hyper vigilant, even when there was no reason to be, but when he brings his finger up to his lips to signal you to be quiet, you think that maybe there is a reason this time. Even Tony seems to have shut up, looking slightly concerned. Maybe all your talk about bad omens was getting to everyone.

There’s a tension in the air and everything is silent for a moment until the footsteps continue, getting closer and closer…

Your breath gets caught in your throat when a masked figure steps through the doorway. They have a long, sharp, knife-like blade in one hand, the front of their shirt and mask splattered with blood. In the other hand, you see a coat you recognize, one you know belongs to Kate, splattered and stained with blood. Wordlessly, they hold it up and tilt their head, their green eyes sparkling at the recognition and horror on your face. A scream rips through your throat before you can stop it.

Bucky turns and he’s quick to push you behind him as soon as you scream while everyone else is frozen in place, eyes wide with shock. “Very funny guys, love that you hired an actor to scare the shit out of my girlfriend, very clever. When I said I wanted to scare her, I meant with the movie. So she would be extra clingy tonight, so we could– not the point. This isn’t cool.” His tone hardens with the last three words, feeling the way you’re shaking slightly behind him from fear.

“Buck, we didn’t… this isn’t us.” Sam speaks up and the masked stranger decides that this is enough talking for now before they surge towards Peter, who’s drunk enough to move just a bit too slowly. Their knife plunges into his stomach and he lets out a loud yell, drink dropping from his hand and glass shattering against the floor, doubling over when the knife is taken out and then plunged into his flesh again and again and again.

The action is enough to snap everyone out of their frozen states and send everyone running in a panic. You vaguely hear a ‘holy fuck!’ before Bucky grabs your hand and drags you out of the room, planning to circle around the killer and then exit the house. He lives at the end of a relatively secluded street, but he has his car and if he can get to it, he knows he could get the both of you away from danger quite quickly. He’d be sorry about his friends, but he can always make new ones.

“B-Buck, wait! We can’t just leave Wanda, what if she’s next? Please, we can't just leave. That was Kate’s coat, they got Kate. We can’t leave everyone.”

“We might get killed and you're worried about that redheaded b– fine, we can make sure Wanda’s okay.” He concedes when he sees your face, pulling you into the bathroom with him and shutting the door. He takes a breath and then locks it. If all else fails, the two of you can stay in here until morning, but right now he apparently needs a new plan.

He pats his pockets to try and find his phone, if nothing at all he needs to call the police. He groans when he realizes he left it on the couch. “Fuck.”

At some point you and Bucky get separated, it's hard to stay together in chaos like this. Maybe going back for Wanda was a bad idea, but you just couldn't leave her to fend for herself, especially after what you can only assume happened to Kate. And seeing what happened to Peter, you couldn’t let that happen to her. Stupid, maybe, but she was one of your closest friends.

You don't know how long it's been until you find yourself in a group again. Except now you're missing Peter, Tony, Steve and Rhodey. By the look on Bucky’s face, you know they all must have suffered the same fate as Peter.

“What do we do, man? We could try to leave, but that only got Steve killed. Did anyone call the cops? I can't find my phone.” Sam paces the room.

Steve’s body lays limp and slightly cold on the stone path leading from Bucky’s porch to the driveway. He didn’t get very far.

“I did.” Wanda speaks up from the doorway, keeping watch in the one on the left and scanning the whole room, paying particular attention to the doorway across from her. “I hope they'll be here soon. They might have already been here if James didn't live so far from town.”

“Oh, are you blaming this on me? Are you saying this is my fault?” Bucky shoots a glare towards Wanda. The tension between the two of them was always thick, but right now you think even a knife wouldn’t be able to cut through it.

“If the shoe fits.”

“Listen here, you–”

“Watch your tone.” Wanda's accent slips out and your eyes flit over towards her.

“Please don't fight, it won't make things better.” Your voice is quiet, scared, as you speak. You stand close to Bucky, arms wrapped around your torso. You're shaking slightly, the image of both Peter and Steve making you nauseous. You hadn’t expected to see him when you walked out the front door, and the image was enough to have you running back into the house.

Bucky grunts in response and Wanda doesn't say anything, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and looking towards the other entrance of the room you were all in again.

Perhaps she should have been paying more attention to what's behind her, though, because the masked stranger is suddenly right there. Your eyes widen and you don't have time to warn her before she shrieks as they force her hands behind her back and press a knife against her throat. It's a bit of a struggle, but the masked assailant is clearly strong as they manhandle Wanda into the room.

“Wanda!”

“Fuck!”

“Man, fuck this!”

You, Bucky, and Sam all stand alarmed near the center of the room, looking with widened eyes at the scene in front of you. A beat of silence passes, all that can be heard is labored breathing. And then the knife falls from her throat and Wanda starts to laugh, bent over from the force of it. “Oh, you should have seen your faces!” She laughs like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to her before she stops abruptly and stands up, a gun suddenly in her hand, pointed straight towards you. “Come here.” Her accent is back now, the fake American one dropped.

“W-Wanda, I don’t… what’s going on?” You sniffle, tears falling freely down your cheeks.

“W-Wanda,” she mocks, faux pout on her lips, “Come here.”

“Don’t listen to her. Stay right behind me.” Bucky steps in front of you, shielding you with his body.

“What a gentleman.” Wanda sneers, gun steadily pointed at Bucky’s chest now.

“Wanda, sweetheart, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Natasha speaks up, taking the now bloody hockey mask off and revealing herself. It had been so hard for her to keep her comments to herself and remain a mystery this whole time. Usually it wouldn’t be, but today was just so exciting. And it was personal.

Oh, she had been the one to give Wanda the handgun.

“Now what the fuck?” Sam makes the mistake of making himself known again and Wanda rolls her eyes, turning and aiming the gun at him instead. “Oh, shut up.” She pulls the trigger and a bullet goes straight through the man’s skull, blood splattering onto the floor and the wall behind him. He drops to the floor with a thud.

“Jesus Christ! You’re both fucking insane!” Bucky takes a glance towards Sam’s body on the floor, feeling bile rise up in his throat.

“Buck, I-I’m scared.” You whimper, and he pulls your body against his, hoping to bring you some comfort by running his fingers through your hair. This is not something he ever thought before, but maybe he should have listened to you when you said this was a bad idea.

Wanda takes a deep breath, her head jerking involuntarily at the sight, like she’d just seen something horrible. “I won’t ask again. Come. Here.” The gun is pointed at you again and her hand shakes slightly. Her eyes flash and you look up at Bucky, afraid she might actually shoot you. “Buck, I-I maybe I should go over. T-To calm her down… I don’t want her to hurt you.”

You sniffle again and he takes five seconds before giving a small nod. “It’ll be okay, baby. They won’t get away with this, I promise, I won’t let them.” He says in a way that he hopes is comforting to you. You hesitate before pulling away from him and slowly walking over to Wanda.

“Hi, Wands,” you smile up at her sweetly, “did I do good?”

“You would have done better if you didn’t let him put his hands on you like that,” she spits. You pout up at her and she softens slightly, leaning down to kiss you. She knows you were only playing a role, but that didn’t make it better, “you did great, baby.”

“What the fuck is going on!”

You spin around, eyes wild, no longer hiding anything now that the charade has been dropped, angry that your moments with Wanda are still being interrupted. “Will you shut the fuck up for five fucking seconds?! We are trying to have a conversation here.”

Bucky, poor guy, looks the most shocked you’ve ever seen him. He never would have seen this coming, he never could have. This wasn’t like you, you were sweet and quiet and would never speak to him like that. You couldn’t possibly have anything to do with this, not voluntarily. The way you were acting wasn’t making any sense.

“Baby… Come on, this isn’t like you. Whatever they said to you, whatever they did to you, you can tell me. I can help, I’ll get you out of this, you don’t have to worry.” He chooses almost the exact wrong thing to say, and you grab the gun from Wanda, pointing it towards him. Wanda and Natasha look toward each other, this wasn’t part of the plan. Not exactly, anyway.

"Oh, you can help me?! You'll help me!" You think of these past couple of months, years really, that you’ve spent with Bucky, stuck with Bucky. You did it to yourself upon the request of Natasha, but that doesn’t make it any better. You're practically hysterical at this point, waving the gun in your hand around with your finger on the trigger, "because you're a big strong military man, you can help me! Oh, and I bet you’ll save me too!" You're laughing now, shaking as adrenaline pumps through your veins. "That's what I am to you, isn't it? Proof of your ability as a man to save a woman? Your little trophy to prove that you're a good guy." You point the gun steadily at Bucky now, looking him directly in the eyes, "unfortunately for you, I've never been yours to save."

The thing about your and Bucky’s relationship is that it was never built on anything good. It would have been better, for him mostly, but the both of you, if you had just stayed friends like you wanted to, but he just kept pushing. He loves you, don’t you love him too? He knows you do, he can tell. He’s loved you since middle school and he’s never found the right time to tell you, but now that you’re both starting university, he couldn’t take the chance that you’d find someone else. (Unfortunately for him, you already had. The extra 10 years of friendship Bucky had, had nothing on the connection you had with Wanda and Natasha).

Bucky watched you grow up, watched you turn to him when your parents fought, watched you take your father’s mistreatment of you and your mother, and watched your little fear of abandonment grow when your father up and left one night. Watched the way you hoped he wouldn’t leave too, took advantage of it, really. And you watched him, watched the cracks in his nice guy persona get bigger, watched as they became canyons when you wedged yourself into them, watched as he hoped, God he hoped that you were your mother’s daughter.

And Wanda and Natasha watched you both, content to keep your relationship a secret as you explored the ways in which you could exploit Bucky, expose his true colors. They didn’t do very much pushing on your part, they wanted you to be free to make your own decisions. They may be in charge, but this was your idea, they just gave it the green light. Well, Wanda may have planted a few seeds, but that’s what she does. You were free to ignore them if you wanted, but she knew you didn’t. She knew you’d make her plans blossom.

The switch from hysterics to calm and collected has your boyfriend's head spinning. He doesn't know what part of this is real and what isn't, still half hoping this is some sick prank. Because this isn't like you, it's just not. The first time Bucky had ever shown you one of his guns, you were like a deer in headlights. You'd refused to even touch it, scared of such a weapon, a monster of human creation, you'd called it. That's who his girlfriend was, not this person standing in front of him. This mad woman, this crazy bitch. So this had to be fake, it had to be a prank.

It's not, of course, because what Bucky doesn't understand is that nothing with him had ever been anything but fake. What Bucky doesn't understand is that even though he's your boyfriend, you've never been his girlfriend, you've been Natasha and Wanda's. You've always been Natasha and Wanda's.

Natasha comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek, "go on, pretty girl, you can do it," she whispers encouragingly. This may not be a part of the original plan, but the sooner they get this done, the sooner she can take you back to her and Wanda’s apartment. And the sooner Wanda can stop obsessing over this. "Remember how he treated you. Remember how we treat you."

“Be a good girl, we’re so close.” Wanda’s voice hits your ears and it’s like you can’t help but listen to anything she says. You take the shot without a second thought, the bullet going straight through Bucky’s chest as your own chest heaves, your breathing slightly labored. You’re still holding the gun towards him as his eyes widen and he drops to the ground, touching the wound like he can’t believe what just happened. He chokes slightly, coughing, as blood starts to spill past his lips and you shut your eyes. If only he hadn’t turned into such a rotten guy, he would have survived.

You feel Wanda’s soft hand slide up the length of your arm as she slots herself behind you now, Natasha going to check around the house to make sure no one has miraculously survived being slain. A smile graces the Sokovian’s lips and she envelopes your hand in her own, gently transferring the gun into her own grip instead, letting your arm drop to your side before lowering the weapon and tucking it into her back pocket, “you did such a good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.” Her voice is so sweet and loving that your bottom lip trembles involuntarily.

You love Natasha, but Wanda has always had an affect on you, and you know that if the Russian had said the same thing instead, you wouldn’t react this same way. The overwhelming feelings that loomed over tonight come back in full force as you let out the first sob. “Oh, sweet girl,” Wanda coos, turning you in her arms and bringing you against her, holding you tight, “such a big night for you, huh? But you know that what you’ve done is for the greater good, right? You know that, don’t you?”

You nod and she kisses the top of your head. “B-But Tasha came early, and I didn’t know that Katie– I thought– Tasha was too early, and I couldn’t tell if–” You can’t get your thoughts together anymore, your mind racing with everything that’s been going through your head since the beginning of the night. The fear for Kate, the confusion when Natasha showed up before 10:02pm, the very specific time she was supposed to, the way Wanda had looked just as confused as you had.

“Oh no, did she scare you?” Wanda laughs lightly, endeared and a little amused, “I’ll have to give Tasha a little talking to. She was a little early, huh?” She smooths her hand along your hair, petting you, “don’t worry about Katie, darling, she’s just fine. You know how Yelena would react if she wasn’t.”

“I-I know, but–”

“Shhh, I know, sweetheart. It’s okay, you didn’t know. Now, why don’t you give me a kiss, hm? Don’t I deserve a thank you?”

A ‘thank you’ for what, you didn’t know, but Wanda clearly thought she was deserving of one and who were you to question her? You lean up to give her a kiss, your arms wrapping around her shoulders as she grips your waist. You sigh against her lips, feeling yourself relax a little just from the comfort any amount of affection from Wanda gives you.

“I leave you two alone for five minutes and you’re pretending like I don’t exist.” Natasha stands from where she was leaning against the doorframe as she looks at you and Wanda, “do you have any idea how long I was standing there?” It had only been long enough to catch Wanda’s ‘don’t I deserve a thank you?’ and watch the two of you kiss, but still.

You pull away from Wanda and huff, your tears now forgotten, “I’m mad at you!” You glare at Natasha and she raises an eyebrow, walking towards you now, “mad at me, зайка?” She furrows her eyebrows slightly, as if she’s confused, and there’s an annoyingly attractive little smirk on her lips as she gets closer.

She grabs your hips and pulls you away from Wanda and the Sokovian would usually protest against the Russian’s audacity to steal her girl away, but she’s content to watch the two of you bicker for a few minutes. Natasha pulls you against her, “now what did I do to deserve that?” She squeezes your hips softly, looking down at you. “You were early!” You push against her chest before resting your hands there, playing with the fabric of her sweatshirt, “we had a plan!”

“Well, we didn’t exactly stick to the plan anyway, did we, baby? Huh? I don’t think the past 15 minutes were part of the plan. How about you, Wands?” Natasha turns her head slightly and makes eye contact with her girlfriend, to which the strawberry blonde just rolls her eyes, “this is not my problem. She’s not mad at me.”

“We might have if you showed up on time! You scared me, you asshole!”

Natasha is perfectly happy to humor when you’re ‘mad’ at her and even when you play fight against her or hit her, but she is not happy to hear you speak to her like that. Her movement is swift as she reaches up to grab your jaw, her grip harsh as her fingertips dig into your cheeks, “watch your tone and your language, yeah?”

You whine quietly, nodding. Natasha hums, releasing your jaw in favor of patting your cheek, “good girl. Now, why don’t you tell me properly why you’re ‘mad’ at me?” Her next actions contradict her words as she slips her hands underneath your shirt, sliding her palms up your stomach and then back down again.

“You were…” you trail off, distracted by Natasha's hands on you. She slides her hands back up and gropes your covered breasts, “I was?” There’s a smug look on her face as she looks down at you, pleased with how easily she can distract you. “You were early and… and you scared me, I didn’t know it was you.”

“My sincerest apologies, princess,” Natasha slides her hands back down and grabs your waist, squeezing roughly, and then she grins, “I didn’t realize you were so easily scared.” You’re about to curse her out, but she leans down to capture your lips in a kiss before you get the chance. The kiss is sloppy and rough as your hands grip her sweatshirt, tugging her as close as possible.

Wanda, never one to like being left out, takes her place behind you, sandwiching you between her and Natasha. Her hands slip under your shirt and replace where Natasha’s used to be, cupping your breasts and groping them softly, “let us make it up to you, ангел.”

The sound of Wanda’s soft voice in your ear relaxes you in their arms and you make a noise of agreeance against Natasha’s lips. “My poor little angel,” Wanda murmurs, “my divine little lamb. You didn’t deserve to be scared like that, did you?” Wanda’s questions are almost always rhetorical and you’re glad for that right now.

One of Natasha’s hands moves from your waist to unbutton your jeans and then slides into your panties. You grip her sweater tighter to try and urge her to move her hand further down, but she leaves it splayed just above your cunt. She pulls away from your lips, the both of you panting as you catch your breath, a string of spit connecting your lips and then dripping down.

“Say please, зайка. Just because I’ve upset you doesn’t mean you lose your manners, does it?”

“Please, Tasha. Please touch me.”

“Tell me thank you for what I did today.” She’s trying to stay in control of herself, but you can tell from her labored breathing and the flush of her neck that you’ve affected her.

“I’m so happy you freed me, Tasha. Thank you. I’m so grateful I can be yours forever now. Thank you, thank you.”

Natasha surges forward and crashes her lips against yours, a moan escaping your lips at the contact. Wanda hums in approval and it lights a fire in both yours and Natasha’s stomachs. You both know, this time, Wanda is only here to watch over the two of you, and to know what you’re doing has her approval means more to the both of you than anything you’ve ever done.

Natasha swallows your gasp when you feel her fingers beginning to rub at your clit, slow circles that work you up at just the right pace. Wanda places small kisses on your neck as Natasha works, groping and squeezing at your breasts as she does. She knows she’ll have you to herself later while Natasha works on cleaning up today’s mess, so she’s content in watching her prized possession feel good.

When Natasha moves her hand further down and sinks two fingers into your cunt, you pull away from her lips and let out a little whimper. Usually, she’d work you up, but she knew the three of you shouldn’t linger in the house longer than necessary. “Shhh, that’s it baby, you can take it.” She lets you bury your face against her chest as she pumps her fingers in and out, grinding the heel of her palm against your clit.

“There you go, that’s a good girl.” Natasha coos. She’s being uncharacteristically gentle and you think it’s because Wanda is watching or maybe she really does feel bad for scaring you like she did. She holds you tight against her as she leans over you to kiss Wanda. You feel your knees get weak when you realize what’s happening and you clench around Natasha’s fingers.

They both pay you no mind except for the fact that Natasha’s skilled fingers are still working against your cunt. She curls them just right and you bite down on her collarbone. She gasps and pulls away from Wanda’s lips, her other hand gripping your waist tighter, her blunt nails digging into your skin and leaving little crescent marks.

“Forgot our little зайка was a biter.” She grunts.

It’s not long before Natasha’s fingers work you up and push you over the edge, cumming with both her and Wanda’s permission. When Natasha pulls her fingers out you let out a little whine, sensitive from cumming. “Open up, pretty girl.” She brings her fingers up to your lips and you let her push them inside, cleaning your cum from her fingers, your cheeks hot at the action.

Natasha pulls away from you and pushes you to your knees, your shaky legs doing very little to hold you up anyway. Wanda’s fingertips drag across your cheek as she moves in front of you, standing next to Natasha. “What do you say, маленький ангел?” Wanda speaks as she uses her middle and ring finger to tilt your chin up.

You peer up at them, adoration swimming in your eyes, “Thank you Mommy. Thank you Tasha.”

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓 : 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ◇

God Isn't Here

【Synopsis】 : Bad Boy Bucky wanted to change for you. Be the better man you deserved, but what if you ended up changing more than him?

『W.C』 : 3.70k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Slice of Life. Toxic family. Smut. ANGST. Sad Stuff.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: BadBoy!Bucky x Religious!GoodGirl!Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Heavy religious background. Mention of a cult like life. Lots of trauma. Pet names. Swearing. Corruption and slight manipulation. Thigh riding. Dry humping. Oral. Crying turned to sobbing. (I'm sorry this is a shit show). Fingering. Sight sir kink (I can't help myself). When I say this is messy….this is MESSY, FILTHY, DIRTY. Breast play. Clothing is literally being ripped apart. Slight ass play and mention of anal. Hickies. Mention of sex toys. There is way too much dirty talk cause Bucky has a filthy mouth. Use of the name slut. So much sobbing, please forgive me. Cowgirl. Unprotected sex. Loss of virginity. Spanking.

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Perfection. That was what your family described you as. Their perfect little daughter. Naturally pretty, above-average smarts and a people person. Well, that was what your parents dressed you as. They weren't half wrong to be fair. You wanted nothing more than to be the sweet daughter that your parents wanted. But once your heart fell for the mysterious man that stumbled in the back of your bookshop one day. Perfect was no longer the description to view you as.

Rough, mysterious, heartbreaking, bad boy. He looked like he jumped straight out of a dark romance novel. He was everything you were not, and when he laid eyes on you, he knew he wanted to know you, have you, hold you. To fuck the innocence out of you. But he proceeded with caution. Not wanting to scare you away. He was known as a player, someone that fucked around and partied most weekends…

Yet he changed.

Changed for you. He dotted on you. Followed you around like a loving puppy that found his favourite thing in the world. Which he had. You were his everything and the love of his life, and he would do anything for you. And he made sure you knew that every chance he could. Bringing you flowers to your work or gifting you with a home-cooked meal even though he wasn’t the greatest cook. He wanted you to know that he loves you. Forever and always. And when you were cuddling on the couch in your shared apartment―the apartment your parents didn’t know you had―one night, Bucky couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He tried not to do something you didn’t want but fucking his fist to the thought of you was no longer working. He needed the real deal. And tonight he tried his luck. His touches were slow, sensual. You almost didn’t notice them while you were so focused on the new show Fionna and Cake in front of you. But when his fingertips grazed the end of your sleep shorts, your head snapped to him seeing he was completely focused on you, not even paying attention to the TV.

You gulped, looking at him with such wide innocent eyes. The tingle in your gut made you confused, but it also intrigued you, wanting to know what it was, but you were also scared it might be considered unholy. You see, you were fighting an inner battle. Yes, you had left your family's practice and ran away with Bucky after he convinced you of your family's toxic lifestyle. You wouldn’t ever consider your life being involved around a cult-like community, but yet it was all you knew. And when you opened a bookshop in your hometown, your parents made sure to monitor the shop like hawks, but neither of them would have thought someone like James Bucky Barnes would stumble into the doors of the sweet establishment. Without even realizing it, that day you started losing your faith in god, if you even had any. It was just a way of life to you and you didn’t know any better back then but now you explore the world day by day with your sweet lover boy and god definitely didn’t have anything to do with that.

“W-what are you doing?” As if you couldn’t sound any more cute than you did right this minute. His blue eyes darkened, sucking in a breath as he watched you squirm. Your doe eyes watched him intensely, your hand snaking down to grab his, holding him still. Did you really not know what teasing was? Then again, you didn’t know most things until he came along. When he first kissed you, he still remembers the shocked expression you made and how you slapped his chest slightly saying ‘We aren’t supposed to do that.’ But now all you do is kiss him. Morning kisses, hello and goodbye kisses. If you walked into the room, he would grab you for a smooch. He loved kissing you, and even though you would not admit it, you craved them too.

“I’m just wanting to touch you, Doll.” His soft voice sent shivers down your spine. You gulped, not knowing what exactly he meant. You gave him a confused expression, and it finally clicked in his head that you didn’t know what was going on. “Can I touch you, baby?”

You smiled letting his hand slip into your own, tilting your head “But you are touching me Jamie.”

Oh fuck, you look so goddamn cute and it made him want to pin you to the couch and fuck you into next week. He wanted, needed to teach you this side of life you didn’t know about. Take it slow, Bucky repeated to himself, placing his hand free hand on top of yours. He closed the distance between your lips but just kept enough space to let you pick whether or not to actually kiss him. And when you gave him a simple smile before sealing your soft lips on his, he took it as a green light to push you further.

“I mean touch sensually...” He peaked your lips again. “Touch you where the ache it.” He kissed the corner of your mouth as both of his hands got free, letting his finger graze your top thigh before slowly slipping towards your inner thigh. Your eyes never left his, eyebrows knotting in anticipation. Your brain was screaming at you, saying what you were about to do was sinful and bad. But your body craved to see what he could do. Could he really help take that ache that pulses in your stomach away? The idea of giving yourself to Bucky more than frightened you… it excited you.

“What are you gonna do to me?” You didn’t mean to sound so seductive, but Bucky drank every word you spoke. And the way you said it would have any man eating out of your hand, yet you didn’t even notice. Merely thinking you were simply asking an innocent question.

“Oh, Darling.” He dipped his fingers further up your thigh, helping you open your legs without a thought, too focused on what Bucky might say. And he thought, for maybe two point five seconds on what he might say. Does he ease in and take it slow like his brain has been repeating for the past month, or does he just drop his filter and see how you react?

He chose to fuck around and find out….

“I want to put my fingers deep inside your pussy.” Your eyes widened at the lewd words that spilled off your lover's tongue. “I want to know what it feels like to fuck you, make love to you.” His fingertips graze your covered core and it makes you jump, whimpering out. You gripped his wrist trying to stop him but you didn’t move him away, too curious to see what he’d do. “Would you let me see what your cunt feels like angel?”

“Y-you can't make l-love to me yet. We aren't married.” That was what you took out of his whole confession. Man has got his work cut out for him. He had to laugh a low, deep grumble, making you shiver. His fingers were still playing with your covered core, trying to pull at the buttons of your pants. “We haven't decided if we want kids yet.”

“Kids?” Okay, now he was the one confused, “Who said anything about kids, Doll?”

“Y-you know…” damn now you feel stupid, of course, this was another thing your parents taught you wrong. You tried to learn things on your own, only just recently finding out what a male privates were called. You felt so small in this outside world, and you tried your hardest not to let Bucky see just how closed off you were growing up, but sometimes it slips out, just like now. And the only way to get out of this was to explain yourself. “You only mate to have bare children. No pleasure or love… it’s a ritual that a married couple performs to conceive kids.”

Bucky tried not to look shocked, but then again, he really wasn't. When he found out you were living in cult-like conditions, he did everything in his power to get you out of that situation whether you liked him to or not. He couldn’t just leave such a sweet thing like you to be devoured by the jaws of a sick bastard who played a so-called god. “My sweet, sweet baby. There is so much more to love-making than bearing children. Do you want me to show you?”

He gave you one last slow kiss, holding your cheek with his free hand, keeping you in place. You sigh in the kiss, feeling a kind of relief and safety. All he wanted to do was keep you comfortable and not do anything you were unsure of. But now you wanted to give back. Give back to his kindness and understanding. You wanted to know, to know what it felt like to be with someone completely. But your mind kept playing the idea that you were betraying your god. You were fighting an inner battle, and you didn’t know what to do. “Y-You can s-show me B-Bucky.”

He shifted his weight, turning to look at you straight on. He placed both hands on either side of your face before asking again. “I need you to say yes, baby. Do you want this? Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You might have said that a little too quickly for your liking, but Bucky. Oh, he’d been waiting for this moment, and it couldn’t be any more perfect. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you up onto his lap. Your face was flustered a bright red. Your hands instantly gripped onto his shoulders as his own snakes under your loose top, feeling your bare tummy. He kisses you on your lips, then a peck on your cheek, then jaw. Before moving down to your neck. His hot tongue licked a long strip against your skin, making you shiver, digging your fingers into his shirt. He chuckled, feeling your hips wiggle, trying to subconsciously relieve the ache. He held your hip with his right hand, helping you move slowly, letting you take control for the moment. He wanted to ease you in, let you find your rhythm. “J-James I f-feel.”

“Feel what baby? What do you feel?” He pulled away to look at you, using his free metal hand to slowly move down your navel before landing just above your core. Your eyes stayed closed, rocking your hips slowly. Your clit was brushing against your jeans just right and it was sending your head into a spin. You didn’t know how to describe the feeling but it felt, good. Right, almost. And then he cupped your pussy making you jump.

“I feel hot… I think I-I’m sweating d-down….” You looked down, seeing his hand holding your core. He looked down to, knowing exactly what you were saying. Chuckling against, he rubbed his two cold metallic middle fingers along your covered slit.

“It’s not sweat, Doll. It’s called cum. It comes out of you when you’re feeling good.” he continued to rub you making your mouth fall agape slightly. He leaned towards your ear kissing the top of your neck before whispering. “and it tastes delicious too. Can you give me a taste baby?”

You hesitantly nodded, “Yes, but is…” He looks at you in your wide eyes. “ W-what about g-gods w…”

“Fuck god. He doesn’t know a good thing if it was staring at him in the face.” His voice was laced with aggression. But his lips against your neck were soft, gentle. “Forget god, baby. It’s just you and me.”

You and me…. Something he has said to you since you met. Sneaking out, he always said it was you and him against the world and the day you had packed your bag―with what little you had―and left while your parents were out, you knew he’d be there for you. You still wonder if your parents even read the note you left them. But then again, they most likely would have thrown it away, not caring for a sinner like you anymore. “I don’t know if I c-can…Bucky…”

He stopped. For a moment. Anger was surging through him. Your family fucked you up so much and all he wanted to was find each and every one of those preachers and kill them where they stood. He wanted to protect you, hold you. Love you. “Yes you can angel. You can do anything you want. You are so strong.”

And with that, you kiss him, taking in a big breath in through your nose. He pulled away first, making you chase his lips, but as his body sank onto the floor, making you watched with curiosity. He sat on his knees, never breaking eye contact with you. His hands find the buttons on your jean shorts, helping you loosen them before ultimately slipping them off. Everything was happening so fast yet so slowly as well. your body was shaking, feeling exposed without your pants, but as his gaze switched from yours to your core between your legs, you couldn’t help but whimper. “James…”

“It’s okay baby I’m going to make you feel good. I promise.” He lent in pushing your panties to the sides and finally getting a good view of your soaked cunt. “Fuck, you are so pretty baby.” he wasted no time in licking a long strip along your folds making you make a high-pitched noise that was music to Bucky's ears. He got to work, suckling, biting and tending to your core. You had thrown your head back against the couch, grabbing your lover's thick dark hair and spreading your legs wider for him without realizing. A strange feeling was brewing in your lower tummy and you couldn’t find the words to explain it. You were feeling all types of emotions, happiness, guilt, hatred, lust and everything in between. And then Bucky took his fingers against your core making you jump.

“Bucky, w-wait…” But your lover didn’t listen cause he knew you’d just start talking about god again. He needed you to listen to him and if words weren't going to work. Maybe a demonstration would. His mouth cages your clit while his finger begins to sink into you slowly and you felt electricity surge through you. Everything you did for your parents. The little girl that “raised right” was slowly slipping away and it was terrifying you. Tears started prickling down your face, feeling so good but so guilty at the same time. Why did your parents have to do what they did to you? Why couldn’t they have raised you normally? Were you could make your own mistakes. You hated them. You hated everything. Everything except Bucky. “G-god…”

You didn’t know what you wanted to say, but you knew he wasn’t going to listen. In fact, he snapped instead, making a chill pool inside you. “God isn’t here baby, now let me have my meal. Got that?”

“Yes sir…” You cried, feeling him put another finger inside you.

“Fuck say that again…” He groan against your clit.

“S-Sir…” You obeyed, feeling his fingers thrusted in a harsh pace, making you scream out, tears pouring out of you more and more with your mouth spilling out saliva onto your chin.

“That’s right, baby. This is my pussy yeah? I get to play with her―Fuck her whenever I want. Do you understand?” He chuckled, nibbling on your puffy nub.

“Y-yes sir. Please, have me whenever you’d like. I’ll be good. I promise. Fffuuck!!” You’ve never sworn before, but it felt like a word needed for this occasion. A band in you snapped, feeling yourself clench around Bucky's fingers. He slowed down until he came to a stop, but not pulling his fingers out just yet. He had to see your face, the way your nose scrunched up when his thumb pressed firmly on your clit and fingers slowly slipping from inside you helping your ride out your high. Hearing you swear was single-handedly the sexiest thing you could do. He stood up quickly, grabbing your wrist so he could pull you up making you stand. But your legs didn’t want to work so he had to hold you up.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re always good, baby. My sweet girl.” he pecked your nose, making you smile. He rubbed away some of your tears with his left thumb. You both stood there for a moment, letting you catch your breath. But without you noticing, he undid his belt and jean buttons, shaking his jeans off. You only then noticed when a hard object poked your tummy. Looking down, you see his appendage under his boxers. You had to gulp worried as to how it might fit inside you. He licked his lips watching you inspect him, he had no shame, slipping his thumb under the band of his boxer before pulling it down, letting his cock spring free.

You gasped, seeing his dick whack his navel. Its red angry tip leaking out some pre-cum and twitching just at the thought you’d touch it. You looked back at his eyes with wide doe eyes, almost silently asking what was going to happen next. He swung you both around so his back was facing the couch before taking a seat on it. He pulled you along, letting you take a seat on his lap. The feeling of his hot cock against your pussy made you clench around nothing. Your nerves were shot and you were shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“Ready?” He simply asked, snaking his hands under your top tugging on the fabric slightly. You nodded, answering with a small yes before he took the end of your shirt and ripped it down the middle. You gasped, moaning without thinking. Your chest was suddenly exposed to him, leaving you completely bare for him. He had a sadistic smirk painting his features, leaning down he licked your left nipple making you whimper out his name. Your hands found his shoulders, letting him attack your chest with harsh red and purple marks. His hands that layed on your hips moved behind you. One grabbed a hand full of your ass while the other one glided toward your asshole. He put pressure against your hole, and it made you wiggle in his grasp. He lived for your reaction.

“Sensitive Doll? I wonder what I would feel like to fuck this tight little ass too? Hmm.” His dirty words made you feel filthy in the best way. His thumb slipped into your puckered hole for a moment sending a new feeling through your system. Anything he did was pushing your buttons correctly. It was like he knew your body better than you did. “You’re just a dirty girl, aren’t you? Wanting to be fucking in the ass? Bet I could fuck this pussy while I have a pretty dildo up your ass. Hmm. Would you like that? You want to be my little slut?”

“I-I’m not dirty…I..I..” You didn’t know what to say, feeling conflicted in his words. But he couldn’t care. Your body was reacting perfectly to his words, and that’s all he needed.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fuck you nice and full. And then we can go shopping. I plan on showing you all the pleasure you’d been missing out on.” his laugh was lewd, almost cruel sounding and you couldn’t help but moan in response. He lifted you up slowly without you taking much notice, only focusing on his finger thrusting in your asshole softly. It was only when a sharp pain started forming in your front you snapped your eyes open looking down.

“F-fuck…JAMES!!” he helped you sink down slowly until you had him completely nestled inside your aching cunt. You were crying again. But it was different this time. The pain was only slight, you actually didn’t mind the pain. But it was the value of what you had just done. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you sobbed. Crying from all the frustration. All the anger you had against your parents. Against your community. You had now completely turned your back on the god you once worshipped. All your life learning certain things was for nothing.

“Shhhh. It’s okay.” he rubbed your back, feeling a tingle in his gut. God, you felt so good, your pussy was clenching him perfectly but he felt sorry for you. You had lived only one way and he came in and changed your life in a blink of an eye and it wouldn't had been easy one bit for you.

He had made a promise to himself that night. While his hips started to move and your body started to stutter with him. While his lips were on yours or sucking sharply on your neck. While his hands smacked your plump ass helping you ride his cock at a desperate pace. And when he bent you over the edge of the couch so he could fuck you from behind while you creamed all over his cock for the fourth time. He was going to love you, now and forever. He was going to teach you new things every day and always make sure you were the best version of yourself. And he was going to also fuck you in every room of this house…

That last part might of just been more for his sake but it’s the thought that counts.

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