#secret life round mound cult

[goldstargloww]

hi i just had a thought

joel started the round mound cult right. and mumbo and martyn joined

now mumbo's dead. and joel and martyn are the only ones who really seem to care (as of session 6 at least) about mumbo (and jimmy and lizzie) having died and that whole situation

they've most definitely forgotten about the cult by now but. but,,, only mumbo's fellow cult members are really mourning him huh

(that's certainly a perfectly normal sentence in every context /s)

[doctor-doodleman]

I just realised how similar this is to my last secret life fanart but oh well

Art is of Pearl and her hype man scar!

[waz-glowstone-here]

My big prediction for this season is that the Cult of the Round Mound will be a major endgame faction. One cannot simply create a cult, declare that people can't leave the cult, recruit two members, decide to try recruit the rest of the server, and NOT have unforeseen consequences

[ivys-garden]

Secret life predictions (Probably all wrong but why not)

- Canary Curse will be broken (More of a hope than anything)

- Scar and Grian will have some sort of alliance with each other

- Lizzie will join with Scar and Grian, The Heart Foundation, The Besties or Gem and the Scots

- someone will reenact the slumber party while talking about "the good times"

- Cleo or Jim will take someone to court

- Etho will die before Cleo

- Gem will create a mega-alliance to kill the dragon

- Lizzie will try to inact Pearl's protection vow (Like how Grian and Etho inacted the Sword)

- Jim will join the cult of the perfectly Round Mound

- Martyn Won't bring the watchers up again until the Finale

- Scot and Pearl will be the ones to kill each other (Again. Again..... Again.)

- Impulse is first Scott to die

- Joel is first Mounder to die

- Skizz and Tango Die within 5 minutes of each other

- Bigb will make his last stand in his Hole

- Grian and Scar will die to something mundane

- Mounders (because of Pearl) get into finale 3

- Gem will win.

[fallenflamess]

my list of parallels of qsmp purgatory and the life series because of this post because I'm going insane

- I'll add more as I come up with more or get suggestions

• death games

• watchers (life series eye & ears/fanon)

• global tasks/secret tasks

• someone/a group of people go insane (team bolas & double life pearl)

• traps (mostly ambushes/spawn killing for purgatory)

• bloodlust (people in purgatory wanting to constantly fight each other when they don't need to but also when they need to (tasks))

• friends being made to fight against each other

• eliminations (losing all their lives in life series/green ninjas being eliminated - split across teams in purgatory)

• someone starting a cult (bolas rojas gas mask cult / Joel and the perfectly round mounds)

• viewing different people as the protagonist/antagonist depending on the pov you watch

[lusi-raul]

Secret Life Session 3 Alliances (so far…)

The Gem and the Scotts

Base: Cottagecore village on Cherry forest hill

Gem

Impulse

Smajor (The smart scott this session - Gem)

The Mounders

Base: 3 mounds near the secret keeper and Joel’s fair ground on the big mound

Mumbo (The visionary - Etho)

Pearl (The Builder - Etho)

Bdubs (The Gofer - Etho)

Joel (The Muscle - Etho)

The Heart Foundation

Base: Love Island (This session’s lucky winner: Etho!)

Tango

Skizz

BigB (new recruited member)

The Besties

Base: Etho’s roofless gravel house

Etho

Cleo

The Big Dogs WOOF WOOF (furries confirmed)(New Alliance)

Base: The Big Dog House on the Big Hill (previously Jimmy’s big shack)

Martyn

Jimmy

Still Riding Solo:

Grian

Lizzie

Scar

The Yellows:

Martyn

Jimmy

Gem

Joel

Lizzie

Additional Alliances:

Secret Pupper Alliance

Cleo

Pearl

Cult of Perfectly Round Mound:

Joel (leader/founder)

Mumbo (member since session 2)

Martyn (member since session 2)

Pearl (member since session 3)

Bdubs (member since session 3)

The Task Force:

Martyn

Jimmy

Other Yellows maybe

Thoughts/Theories:

I think that Lizzie would fit right in with the besties specially with her and Cleo’s dynamic during session 1 and the hilarious moment of her attempting to make Etho and Cleo question her secret task during session 2. I know they rarely interacted this session but with Cleo and Lizzie both having this aura that intimidates people and Etho being our favorite wet cat in his weird and quirky arc, this could become a very interesting group of people to watch moving forward. Honestly if they group together they’d be this typical and iconic trio of best friends between two girls and one guy in tv shows.

Grian and Scar should join up with Jimmy and Martyn and they could upgrade the big dogs to a wolf pack. I know Scott interrupted this canon event earlier but with Grian and Martyn to babysit them its gonna be alright… I think? Also more Grian and Scar?? Yes please! Tbh it’s only a matter of time for scar to be on yellow so it’s perfect haha.

The Bog dogs might join the secret pupper patrol alliance with the invitation from pearl to also have a dog army. It’s very fitting and imagine the final battle. I feel like this season will be the one where having a dog army can really overpower a player and win the game for someone since there is no regeneration so moving forward I’ll add those who are planning to make a dog army in the list of possible winners this season. So originally I thought one of the Gem and Scotts might win this season and I still think so but I’ll add Cleo and Pearl to that. The Big Dogs too if they go through with having a dog army.

[spinallyspiraling]

In Greek myth, particularly Orphic thought, Phanes is the golden winged primordial being who was hatched from the shining cosmic egg that was the source of the universe. Called Protogonos (First- Born) and Eros (Love) - being the seed of gods and men - Phanes means "Manifestor" or "Revealer," and is related to the Greek words "light" and "to shine forth" as well as the Latin "Lucifer".

“Lucifer represents the individual intellect and will which rebels against the domination of Nature and attempts to maintain itself contrary to natural impulse. Lucifer, in the form of Venus, is the morning star spoken of in Revelation, which is to be given to those who overcome the world.”

~ Manly P. Hall

"The serpent entwined around the egg, was a symbol common to the Indians, the Egyptians, and the Druids. It referred to the creation of the Universe."

~ Albert Pike

"In the ritual of Zoroaster, it was a symbol of the Universe... In China, the ring between 2 Serpents was the symbol of the world governed by the power and wisdom of the Creator... Hence the Serpent entwined round an [Orphic] Egg referred to the creation of the Universe."

~ Moe Bedard

"In the esoteric doctrines the supreme individual achievement is the breaking of the Orphic egg, which is equivalent to the return of the spirit to the Nirvana--the absolute condition--of the Oriental mystics."

~ Manly P. Hall; The Secret Teachings of All Ages

“The shell of the cosmic egg is the world frame of space, while the fertile seed-power within typifies the inexhaustible life-dynamism of nature.”

~ Joseph Campbell

Cosmic eggs are a common mythological motif in creation myths. The egg has been adopted as a sacred cosmological symbol among many cultures and is always defined as primordial and associated with the beginning of the universe and creation. Creation associated with the egg often portrays an ex nihilo creation, emergence creation, chaos creation or creation through primordial waters.

The egg is an androgynous birth image, in that it is both a masculine and feminine symbol. The egg is feminine in that it is the product of a seed fertilized and contains an embryo. The egg is a masculine symbol in that the male testes contain seed.

Egyptian Mythology: Ra

“He is in the Solar egg, the egg to which is given life among the gods”…���I am the creative soul of the celestial abyss. None sees my nest, none can break my egg, I am the Lord!” (Book of the Dead, xvii., 50)

In Egyptian mythology the cosmic egg is associated with the sun god and father of creation Ra. One version of the legend states that in the beginning before creation Ra was contained within an egg laid upon a mound by a celestial bird. In early versions of this myth, the bird is a goose. Whereas after the rise of the cult of Thoth, the egg was believed to have been laid by an ibis and gifted to humanity by Thoth.

Greek Mythology: The Orphic Egg

In Greek mythology the egg and snake represent the cosmos encircled by the creative spirit. The Orphic Egg is named after Orpheus, who was a musician, poet, and prophet in Greek mythology. This image stems from the teachings of Orpheus that the universe originated from a silver egg. The legend goes that Chronos, the personification of time, created the silver egg which was warmed by a snake. From the silver egg hatched the primordial deity Phanes or Protogonus (“first-born”). Phanes is an androgynous deity of procreation and life. As the egg splits, the upper portion becomes the heavens and the lower portion becomes the earth.

Chinese Mythology: Pangu & The Egg of Chaos

“In the beginning all was water. From the water emerged a cosmic snake with a horned head. The snake (or the bull or the giant) created the cosmic egg…”

The Japanese creation myth begins with a world of chaos and formless mass. The chaos took form in the shape of a giant egg. This egg was said to have balanced the elements of yin and yang. From this balance, Pangu, a god of duality, was created. Pangu, the first man of all beings, arose from this egg. Once he emerged from the egg, the lighter pieces of the egg floated and became the sky and the heavier parts sank and became the earth.

Pangu, worried that the egg would merge back together,committed to holding up the sky himself. He aims to never allow it to reunite with the earth as it would result in returning to a state of primordial chaos. As time passed and Pangu grew, so did the distance between the sky and the earth. Pangu, pleased with their position finally was able to lay down to rest.

As he lay to rest he dozed off into a peaceful death. With his death came the wind and clouds, through his last breath. Thunder comes from his voice, his left eye became the sun, his right, the moon, his blood the seas and his hair became the stars, the grass, the plants, and the trees. One version of this creation myth says that humans were created from the lice on his hair.

Hindu Mythology: The Golden Egg

Within the Golden Egg, the god Vishnu reclines on the fluid coils of the primordial sea, his breath the flowing in, flowing out of endless creations. Painting on paper, ca. 1760 C.E., India.

In the Hindu culture, the egg is symbolized with fertility and birth. According to worshipers of Vishnu, the cosmic egg or “golden womb” emerges from the primordial world ocean that exists at the beginning of the ever-recurring cycle of creation. The creator god Brahma emerged from this egg and created the world.

The Satapatha Brahmana of India contains the story of the desire of the original maternal waters’ desire to reproduce. Through a series of prolonged rituals, the waters became so hot that they gave birth to a golden egg. Eventually, the creator, Prajapati, emerged from the egg and creation took place.

East Africa

In East Africa, like Kenya and Tanzania, chicken eggs are often used for magical purposes, witchcraft, healing, and holistic practices.

West Africa

In Dogon mythology, creation of the universe comes from a world egg that is divided into two. The Dogon are an ethnic group indigenous to the region of Mali, in West Africa. In this creation myth, when the egg is divided into two, it becomes two birth sacs containing a set of twins. The egg in Dogon mythology is a symbol of new life.

Bantu Mythology

According to Bantu mythology, the upper half of the shell became the havens and the associated male and masculine god. While the lower half of the shell became the earth and known as the primordial mother. From both halves, the sun, stars, trees, and wildlife developed.

[nevereatpearss]

Cult of the round mound who❓❓❓ That was just a secret 🤫 life task idk 🤷‍♀️ what you mean. Joel has never ❌ever started a cult 🙅. Now respectable religions☝️, let me tell you about jeremyism 🫏

yup, people new to joel, he never starts cults ❌☺️😠 no sir 🥳 no he does not, church of jeremy is a respectable religion 😠❗❗ and not at all a cult ❗❗❗❗

[transmantits]

Forced breeding, immense growth, and immobility, here we go. Imagine yourself, the same gluttonous gainer who loves to show off his burgeoning body on the internet. And one day, your pictures are found by a fertility cult who decided that they *must* have you. You're kidnapped and taken far away to their secret compound, waking up to find yourself restrained, strapped onto a golden throne. They've been waiting a long time to find a worthy vessel for their deity, and with an intricate ritual they invite the entity into your body. A warmth settles in your body - and then you start to grow. Not just your tits, but your belly too. They each continue to swell and swell, quickly surpassing human limits, growing heavier with each passing moment. As your ballooning tits start to produce and leak milk in excess, you feel a stirring in your gut followed by what is undeniably a kick, then a flutter of them, as the surface of your belly begins to undulate with a humongous brood, until there's so many babies in your womb that only a fraction of them are close enough to the surface to be seen, the rest are sequestered deeper within, their movements known only to you. You're forced to spread your legs as far apart as possible to accommodate your belly's growth, which comes to rest on the cool floor while continuing to expand outward, your navel long since popped and lost to your sight. Meanwhile, your pendulous breasts hang to the sides of that gravid mound, each weeping a constant stream of milk which falls into channels along the ground to gather and pour into receptacles for the cultists to drink. Eventually you grow so vast that the restraints become redundant and are removed. All of this in the span of minutes, but you don't feel even the slightest twinge of pain in spite of the incredible growth... even though it's taken a lot out of you, energy-wise. But then the doors open, in the first cart of food is wheeled in. The first meal of the rest of your life as a fertility god~

Mmm. I'd be so used to getting off on my girth and showing off my size, but this...this would be different. I'd struggle to maneuver my heavy, fat body enough to test my binds, but to no avail - I'd be fully at the mercy of the cult and the changes to come.

As the growth began to set in, I'd of course be instantly aroused - I would think I was just gaining weight and that's naturally one of my biggest fetishes. I'd stop struggling so much, thinking that I was just living out one of my greatest fantasies - even assuming that it was perhaps just a dream. Relaxing as I swell bigger and bigger, gut rounding out into my lap as my shirt rides up. Until, of course, I feel those first fateful movements in my belly. I'd feel the fear and embarrassment set in almost immediately - sure, I'd always fantasized about being knocked up but in reality it was always a fear of mine. Let alone growing so pregnant so quickly like this - and so publicly. But my embarrassment would only fan the flames of my arousal. I'd continue growing in waves and pulses, lining up perfectly with the deep, aching throbs between my thickening thighs.

My shirt wouldn't last long as my tits surged forward to catch up with my growth. I'd feel them ache and swell heavier, fuller, bigger as they strained against my poor shirt before finally bursting free. Finally feeling the fullness abate just a little as my milk began leaking in rivers down my still-swelling belly - finding myself wishing, surprisingly, that two of the cultists would latch on and properly taste my divine bounty. It would only feel right that my hugely fertile body was on display now, propped upon my ever-relatively-smaller golden throne, inherently deserving of worship and tribute. How could I be anything but a fertility deity at this point? I'd be so massively fecund and gravid, with tits perfectly huge and productive enough to nourish not only my brood but my devoted subjects as well.

I wouldn't even bother struggling anymore once my restraints are removed - not that I could go anywhere if I tried. I'd be helplessly pinned under my mountain of a belly or my giant udders individually, let alone the weight of my impossibly fertile form completely. Of course, at that point I wouldn't even be able to fathom leaving - my mind far too preoccupied with overwhelming pleasure, arousal, and the divine urge to be worshipped for my inhuman fertility.

My naturally gluttonous instincts would kick in the minute the scent of my food tribute hits me, only heightened by my extreme pregnancy. My brood needs to be properly nourished, after all...

[queenoftheworldisdead]

The Cult

Summary: A few years after the return of the stones Steve leaves S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers for good. He starts a religious movement. Newly wed James and his wife (reader) visit his old friend at his compound.

Warning: oral sex and sex Bucky x Reader, Dark Steve x Reader Cult AU

This one got away from me its super long. Sorry

The small prosthetics shop you owned normally catered to low income families and people that had little to no insurance. So it was quite the surprise seeing the brunette Avenger waltzing through your doors.

"Don't you army guys get the Stark industry discount?" You teased the sullen soldier as he ignored you completely.

So that's why they call him the winter soldier.

"Or are you spying on me for the competition?" You say as you watch him examine the different prosthetics throughout the store. When he finally stopped in front of a display case that contained a very popular prosthetic. You had to stop yourself from giggling at the irony of it all.

"That one is called 'The Hero'" you could practically feel his eyes roll as you rounded the counter to open up the display case. " It's my most popular and affordable multi-grip bionic arm for folks that have below elbow and upper-limb differences. Would you like to try it on?"

"Yea sure"

"Oh Ok..." you hand him the arm and scurry over to the door to lockup and put on your 'Be right back sign' with the estimated time of your return.

Walking to the back to your workshop you wave him over to follow you. Stopping at your workshop table you pat the top and motion for him to come closer.

"Aren't you friends with Tony or something? I mean I love my stuff, but compared to his my stuff is trash"

He only scoffed in response. Taking off his jacket as he enter the room that's when you saw it. His left shirt sleeve knotted at the top.

As he placed the garment on your table you sensed his apprehension when it came time to remove the shirt.

"Honey you don't have anything I haven't seen or haven't not seen before" you joke trying to lighten the mood.

By the look on his face you could tell he didn't find you the least bit amusing. With his right arm he grabbed the shirt at the hem and pulled it up and over. The sculpt of his body was amazing. Suddenly it felt as if the heat in your little back room shot through the roof.

"Take a picture it will last longer" he joked with a half smile and with that the mood shifted in the room. You tried to think of a retort, but your brain was fried. Instead you opted to examine his left side tracing your finger around lazily before going to grab your notepad.

"Well you will need something customized for sure. Come back in a week and I should have something ready for you."

As he redressed while you stole glances at his exposed muscles. When he looked back at you, you pretended to write down more notes on your note pad.

"They don't let you take that kind of stuff with you when you retire" Bucky could tell it was a question you had wanted to ask the moment he walked in. He was referring to his now missing infamous vibranium arm.

It had been over a year since the Winter Soldier first entered your shop. Your prosthetics were durable, but were no match for his super strength. It was almost a bi-weekly occurrence that he would enter your shop in need of repairs or a new prosthetic.

"OOOOOH! Looking sharp." You call out to Bucky as he enters your shop for the third time this month. His hair was freshly cut and his face clean shaven. Showing off a jawline that could definitely cut glass. "Got a hot date tonight?"

"That depends on if you say yes" He frankly as he pulled a bushel of flowers from behind his back.

You were dumbfounded as he smiled down at you with those gorgeous blue eyes. The only thing you could do to reply was nod your head like an idiot.

Waking up with your husbands head between your legs was the best way to start your three year anniversary. Looking down at the tuft of brown hair tickling your thighs you were tempted to pull on them, but decided against it.

Bucky's hot breath on your folds made you involuntarily squirm alerting him that you were now awake. You could feel the grin on his mouth feathering over your clit. The anticipation of his touch had you grasping the bed sheets beneath you.

"Good morning Bucky" you say with a squeeze of your thigh.

He didn't answer only flattening his tongue to finally make contact. Bucky pressed it down your center, separating your folds and the sensation had your head falling back onto the pillow. You had to fight the urge to flip him over and ride his face.

His tongue going over every inch of your sex. You reach down and thread your fingers through his hair almost tempted to take the strands and pull him closer.

When you began to grip too tightly though he bit your inner thigh. Hissing you released it and Bucky rewarded you by kissing the area. Grinning to himself as he trailed kisses back down to your soaking pussy.

Before you knew it he took your left leg and swung it over his shoulder. Locking you in with his arm around your thigh, Bucky swiftly brought your mound flush to his face.

You gasp on impact feeling the devilish smile on him. Taking your clit in his teeth gently holding it there as his tongue flickered over it. Your back arched up from the bed as he sucked it completely into his mouth.

Releasing your leg his arm moved down your inner thigh. His thick finger spreading your lips apart. You sucked in a breath when one finger sank into you.

"Look at me baby" the vibrations of his voice on your clit had you buzzing.

His eyes waiting for you to rest on him. You couldn't do it the sight of him like that would make you cum immediately.

"Look at me" his voice became more demanding. Whimpering a soft no in defiance.

When his second digit joined in the fray you cursed out. "Fuck! James" you cry as you look down at him.

Bucky was making you uncontrollably wet. Flattening his tongue he licked and nipped on your folds. Cleaning your thoroughly whilst his finger pumped deeper and faster into you. You lost control of your thighs and squeeze his head, grinding your pussy on his face while you clutch the sheets.

"James...I-I can't take it" you could feel the pressure build in you. Your breathing became heavy as you rode out your orgasm on his face.

"Shit James" you moan as your head falls back on to the pillow.

"Happy anniversary" he said pulling back to sit on his haunches.

"Happy anniversary to you too" you pant out. You wanted to sit up on your elbows but you just felt too weak. The bed dipped as Bucky climbed out of it. "Where are you going?"

"I had planned on making you breakfast" he walked over to place a kiss on your head.

"Oh. I thought women from your time did the cooking while the men brought home the bacon" you tease him. Rolling over on your side you watch him grab a pair of grey sweat pants from the dresser.

"Seeing as though you work and I'm retired some might say the rolls have reversed."

You weren't going to argue with getting breakfast made after a great orgasm. If this man wanted to pamper you, you wouldn't fight it.

"I like my bacon crispy" you call out as he walked out of the bedroom. Your legs were still a bit weak, but you managed to pull yourself out of bed. Stretching as you walk to the bathroom.

After you brushed and showered you got dress to go to the mailbox. You were expecting a package that you wanted to surprise James with, but with all the pandemic madness it was arriving later than excepted. Through the mail slot you picked up the papers and huffed disappointingly at the lack of parcel. Shuffling through the pile of mail you head into the kitchen to check on James.

"Smells good." The aroma was making you hungrier.

"Sounds like you were doubting me" he said with his bare back to you.

"Never of course not" you lied. He had burnt more than one meal throughout your relationship so you always tried to monitor him on the sly. "You got a letter, no stamp which is super weird" trying to change the subject you slap it on the counter behind him. "Ooooh is it some secret spy stuff"

You expected him to huff and brush you off, but he didn't. He looked as if he was frozen in place.

"James?" You became concerned and started walking towards him.

He turned to the letter, dropping the spatula to grab the letter. Opening it he started to read, his face contouring throughout the process.

You moved passed him to start on the coffee until you smelled it. The bacon was starting to quickly burn. James was so lost in thought that he didn't smell the smoke coming off the now very over cooked bacon.

Spinning around you rush to turn off the stove. The blackening bacon emitted more smoke as you ran it under the sink. The smoke detector shrieked out and you dropped the pan to open the kitchen window to air out the room. As you started to cough Bucky was unmoved.

"Bucky what the hell!" you scold him.

Clutching the letter in his hand you couldn't tell if it were the smoke or the letter but his eyes were red and watery.

"It's Steve" you looked at him confused until it hit you. Steve was a buddy from his past. Another man lost out of time.

*Flash back

When they realized Steve wasn't coming back after returning the infinity stones a decision was made. They didn't want to cause more damage to the time line than what they had already done and Bucky knew exactly where to look.

Steve was dragged back to the proper time line by his Avenger buddies. He did not take his friends intervening into his second chance with the love of his life too well. The chance to not be the man out of time.

The frustration and the feeling of betrayal ate away at him. Bucky had taken the brunt of his ire. He began seeing himself as a soldier stuck in a constant war and of all the people that could understood Bucky should have. Steve's mental state was breaking down and a festering hatred for S.H.E.I.L.D. and the Avengers grew. The super soldier was turning into something his friends could not recognize.

Then one day Captain America vanished. S.H.E.I.L.D. and The Avengers scoured the four corners of the earth looking for him. Despite their combined resources  

James took Steve's disappearance the hardest. He blamed himself for the deterioration of Steve's mental state. Steve saved him, but it seemed he could not return the favor.

The guilt and pain of losing and betraying Steve took its toll on him as well. S.H.E.I.L.D. did not want to risk harming Bucky's mental state. With his history with brainwashing they thought it wise to relieve him of his duties. So within a year after Steve's disappearance Bucky was forced into a mandatory retirement.

*Present

In the letter Steve told Bucky he had started a settlement and invited him to visit. He left instructions on how to contact and find it. When he asked you to come with him you said yes without hesitation. He didn't think to question how a letter with no postage found its way to the house. It nagged you a bit, but you brushed it off as Avenger/spy stuff. It also nagged you that Bucky had searched for Steve a long time just for him to randomly make himself known on your anniversary.

You hated flying, but you did it for Bucky. The journey out of the country took several hours to complete. Once you two landed you were dismayed to find you had to immediately board a helicopter. When the propellers started up you fastened your seat belt and held on to Bucky's arm for dear life. Your never were completely shot and you were exhausted. As the small plane travel over the tree tops you couldn't bring yourself to look.

This was your first time out of the states and you cursed Bucky for taking you to god knows where instead of Hawaii.

As the chopper started its descent your were able to calm down. When you felt it hit the earth you looked out the window. This wasn't an airport. This was a makeshift tarmac in the middle of the tallest trees you had ever seen.

Scanning around you spot a Jeep. "James do you know those guys" pointing to the man standing outside their vehicle.

"No, but I'm sure he must be a transport to the town"

"Who builds a "town" way out here?"

When the propellers slow to a stop James unbuckled and you followed suit. Grabbing some luggage he exits the chopper.

"Your taking me to Hawaii when this is all over, you know what scratch that Paris" you huffed out as you struggled with your bags.

A tall man pushes off the jeep and walks over. Looking up at James, his face ferociously serious.

"Mr. Barnes I presume" he extended his hand to shake, but Bucky only looked at it.

"Well I'm sure your not Captain America so who are you" you tried to break the tension.

The tall man eyed you as if you had offended him for speaking out of turn.

"Right this way we will take you to him"

Rude

He turns from you two to walk to the jeep. "Are you sure about this James" you ask softly so that the man can't hear. Bucky looks down at your nervous face and softens his gaze, placing a hand on your lower back.

"It's alright I got you" he reassures you then kisses the top of your head.

Despite his effort that did little to comfort you. When you reached the Jeep Bucky tossed the bags in the trunk then you piled into the back seat first followed by your husband.

The vehicle started up and headed towards a dirt road. Each side of it aligned with trees. The hum of the ride lulled you to sleep and you passed out on his shoulder.

The halting of the jeep woke you. From the back seat you could see a massive wooden gate.

The compound was amazing, encased by a tall log fence surrounding the premises. As you passed through it the site wasn't what you expected. Once inside you could see plowed fields on one side and cattle, sheep and the odd chicken enclosed in its own gate on the other.

It stretched out for a while before you saw cute little wooden houses, some with flowers or little gardens of their own and laundry lines some with or without clothes hanging to dry. You had assumed you would see tents or some kinda shabby twig shack.

Further down the road you saw a much larger structure. As you approached the jeep decreased in speed. There were groups of children playing care free. Some running along the vehicle to beat it to its destination before giving up and turning back.

When the jeep slowed you saw him. There he was, Captain America, standing in front of a massive wooden church. It was the biggest structure out of all the houses you passed along the way.

You could feel Bucky's muscle tense in your arms. Stroking his arm you try and sooth him.

After parking the car the driver walked around to your door and opened it. Helping you out much to your surprise. Bucky filed out after you. Moving past you to walk straight up to Steve.

Captain America out stretched his arms and engulfed Bucky in a bear hug. It took a moment before Bucky lifted his own arms to hug him back.

You watched from the sideline, both men fighting back tears. The reunion had long sense been over due.

"Punk who is this?" Steve broke the hug and looked at you.

Stepping back to put your hand over your shoulder bringing you into a side hug. "This is my wife Y/N"

Steve eyed you and smiled. You felt so small all of a sudden.

"Welcome Y/N" his hand out stretched to receive yours. His smile blindingly bright.

"I've heard so much about you. I mean not just because your Captain America." If you would've blinked you would have missed  it. There was a slight twitch in his eye. You reach to shake his hand and he clasps his hands over your own.

His grip was firm but not too much. Slipping your hand out it felt as if his hands resisted the break for just a moment. Almost as if his fingers tips linger to tickle atop your skin.

"No one calls me that any more. Here... Here I'm just Steve."

"Well, Steve this place is very impressive" you smile at him. "I must say I expected little grass huts not actual houses." You didn't miss the smirk on Steve's face.

"Every building was built by hand. We teach all the men how to do carpentry" he boasted. "And we run everything on solar energy."

"But no running water I'm afraid, but we are working on  it"

"Wait, just the men?" You corked a brow.

"Ha... the women are welcome to learn too, but they tended to gravitate else where"

You had an assumption of what he might have meant, but you didn't want to press him on it. James was reuniting with his dear friend after such a long time. You didn't want to ruffle any feathers.

"After a long trip like that I'm sure you two must be hungry"

He was right. You hadn't eaten since you left the US. The plane ride had your stomach in knots so you couldn't eat there either.

Leading the way Steve rounded the opposite side of the church with Bucky right on his side. Both chatting about past missions or the war you weren't quite sure. Bucky looked so happy, the smile on his face made your heart ache. You were happy for him, but Steve would glance back at you as he spoke to Bucky. There was a smile on his face all the while but his eyes looked as if they hid something.

The aroma of the food hit your nose taking your attention away from him. As you looked about for the location of the food your stomach to growl.

You weren't sure if it was a special occasion or if this was a nightly occurrence. In the distance you saw women setting the tables with food and plates. Each table aligned next to each other. When the bell rang you were startled. It must've signaled that dinner was ready because people where gravitating to the tables taking a seat.

Steve of course sat at the head of one of the largest tables. Bucky sat next to him while you sat across from your husband. As people filled in the people sat and talked amongst themselves. The food look great, but you wondered if it would be bland. As you looked around the room you could feel eyes on you when you turned to look at Bucky he wasn't looking at you, but when you looked at Steve you saw him as he just looked away.

When Steve rose from his chair the room grew quite. All eyes looked at him.

"Let us say grace" his voice boomed. The woman next to you nudged your arm, her hand turned up right ready to receive yours. Awkwardly you take her hand.

"Steve's too" she whispered into your ear before she lowered her head. You turned your head and found Steve's hand waiting expectedly. His head down with one eyes open looking towards you to take his hand. Timidly you take his too the then he closes his eyes. You look around the room and even Bucky was bowing his head, so as to not be rude you did the same.

This was very awkward for you. As your hand rested in Steve’s you felt his thumb trace slowly around your palm. It took everything in you not to snatch your hand away. You didn't want to cause a scene in this peaceful moment, but you sure as hell would tell your husband what just happened.

When he finished the prayer you pulled your hand away swiftly. Rubbing against the fabric of your jeans as to scrub him off. Bucky was once again in deep conversation with Steve and everyone else resumed talking. Leaving you to feel lonely and out of place.

A little girl not older than 10 you thought came with a pitcher to refill your glass. The poor thing poured too much spilling on to your lap.

"Shit!"  You looked around and every one had paused. The little girl was almost in tears. "Oh no it's okay sweetie" you took a napkin and blotted your wet blouse.

She looked passed you for only a second before she cried and ran off.

"Shit fuck" you sighed out.

"You shouldn't be cursing like that" the woman that sat next to you admonished. For a moment you forgot where you were. Of course a place like this would look down at that kinda language."

"Sorry my bad" Looking at Bucky he only smiled knowing how you were, but you caught Steve’s expression before he changed it. Unpleased.

Oh great

Your clothes weren't getting drier and your body was running on E.

"Um Steve" you reluctantly turned to talk to him as you dabbed yourself. "Where are we going to be staying I think I would like to change out of this and call it a day." Yawning as you spoke to him. The effects of the long day was taking its toll.

"You will be guest at my home." Steve waved over to one of the women at the table. You go up and walk over to Bucky. Wrapping your arms around his neck you lean down to give him a kiss. "Have fun" he kisses you again before you depart.

The woman Steve called older was a bit elderly. Smiling at you she wordlessly guided you to Steve's house. Walking through the grassy knoll you could see a house just past the church. It was larger than the houses you saw along the road. Facing opposite the church she walked up the stairs through the back door. The door lead to the kitchen. You continue following her until she stops in front of the guest rooms door. Your bags already waiting for you.

"Thank you Mrs." you say to her as she smiles back at you before gingerly walking off and out of the house.

Closing the door you strip down. You wanted to take a bath, but  you remembered there was no running water. The queen bed called out to you. Flopping on it you drift off to sleep.

You awoke to a faint sound. Through your tired state you listened intently. Someone was crying. Your heart fell when you realized it was Bucky.

"James?" you groggily call out. Getting off the bed you walk over to him.

"Are you alright?"

Clearing his throat he assured you he was fine. Hugging tightly you rub his back and you could feel his tears fall on your shoulder.

You couldn't imagine how he must've felt to loose a friend and find them again in the ways they have. The emotional toll it must be taking on them both.

This was the worst time to talk about this, but you were never much for holding your tongue. Stepping back from the hug you took a deep breath and blurted it out.

"James I don't think I like Steve"

Bucky looked at you quizzically, you felt like shit.

"What do you mean" he looked a little upset but still listened.

"I feel like he lingers. His touches, his eyes on me. He just makes me.." You say as you sat down heavily on the mattress.

He swooped down on the bed to get close to you. Placing his hands on your shoulders rubbing you.

"Steve and I are from a different time. The Punk has always been awkward around beautiful women"

Dipping down his head to be level with yours he began kissing you. The salty taste of his tears fell on your tongue as he   passionately kissed you.

Pulling back you thought that maybe he was right. Maybe all of this was making you paranoid or weird. Steve was from a different time and this place felt like it was from a different world.

"Your right its just a little different here. I'm sorry" you try and back track.

Pushing you backwards you hit the rough mattress. Bucky stripped himself of his clothes. His hands reached for your knees spreading them apart so that he could position himself between your thighs.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you press him to your sex, grinding on him with a desperate need. He dived to your lips kissing you again rougher than before. This time with a hunger that you both shared.

"Fuck Bucky... Fuck me" you pant in-between breaths. His cock growing harder as it slicks with your juices. Lining himself up he pushed into your need and you claw into his back as his cock stretches you.

"Y/N" he moaned into your mouth as he began pumping harder and harder. His pelvis slamming into you and despite the pain of the fullness you could feel a damn of pleasure waiting to break.

"Bucky baby" you moaned as he kissed down your chin to your neck.

The modest home walls were thin, Steve stood out side his guest room. Stroking himself to the music of your love making unbeknownst to you. Sweat beaded off his forehead as he imagined you. Placing a palm on the door-frame he grunts as he feels himself reaching his peak. As Bucky shouts your name Steve whispers it in the empty hall.

*Ding Dong

The sound of the church bells could not be ignored. Your eyes opened with annoyance at the noise. The light of dawn had not even begun to crack the sky.

Patting the mattress you discovered your husband gone. He had been know not to sleep well some nights and would walk around your house, but you felt uneasy and worried this time. Something felt off.

*Ding Dong

Throwing your feet off the bed you stand to get up. In the darkened room you feel around for the dresser to find a long shirt and your cell, but it was missing. Feeling along the wall you search for the light switch, but when you find and flick it nothing happens. From what you could see, he wasn't anywhere in the room. You bit your bottom lip and pushed yourself forward toward the door.

Opening the door you peer out the area was darkened too.

"James" you whisper into the hall. Leaving the room you begin to walk down the tiny hall of the unfamiliar house.

*Ding Dong

Feeling around the wall you search for your husband. At the end of the hall you could make out the large living room window. Despite its size the light that came from it did little to illuminate the room.

"Shit!" You cursed as you bumped into some corner table. The panic building in you helped dull the pain.

"James" you call out a bit louder as your eyes scanned the room.

*He wasn't here.

Off to the right you could see the entry to the kitchen. You gingerly walk into it hoping to find him, but your stomach tightened when you saw the back door wide open.

*Ding Dong

The bells of the church was louder here. Building up the nerve you slowly walk to it.

Before the bell could chime again you felt something impale you hard from behind. The pain from it was so immense your vision went from blurred dizziness to black in an instant.

Your back ached in discomfort as your eyes fluttered open. Laying on the floor you turn, but your shoulder hit a ceiling. When the smell of cedar hit your nose the panic really set in. There was very little light that broke through the seams of the  wall, but you couldn't see through it. It felt like you were running out of air as your heart picked up speed.

Your finger tips felt around and you filled with dread. You were surrounded by four walls.

"Bucky!" You screamed. You bang your hands on the wooden ceiling. "James! Help me please!"

Your were hysterical you needed out. If this was a nightmare you needed to awake. You shouted and screamed for your husband, but he didn't answer.

"Buckyyyyyy!" You screamed.

You beat the ceiling even as you felt blood trickle down on your face from your bloodied fist. The air felt thinner and thinner as you whaled.

"Bucky" your voice fainter now as you felt yourself slipping away. You couldn't catch a breath, your hands too heavy to hold up. Falling limp on your chest as you try and call for him again, but the darkness consumed you once more.

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