Request: Can I request? Bucky pretending not to know English n only speaking Romanian/Russian and he overhears you talking about him so he’s like wtf but then he hears you saying some kinky shit and so he kind of plays along and when it’s all goin down he’s still talking in R/R and suddenly he whispers something in your ear in English and you’re like oh shit - @oh-my-gerd
You’ve gotten used to hearing Bucky’s language now. It surprised you at first when he greeted you in a Russian language, one which you couldn’t speak or understand. You thought he spoke English, but you were definitely wrong. You tried to understand what he would say, sometimes you’d even call Natasha and ask her what Bucky was saying, to which she would translate happily.
The fact that Bucky couldn’t speak English had you thinking that he definitely couldn’t understand it. So, you talked about Bucky, with Natasha mostly, about how nice and kind he was. Other times, for example: after a hard training session when Bucky’s all sweaty and shirtless, you’d blabber on and on to Nat about how badly you wanted him to just take control and have his way with you.
You were currently having one of those many moments.
You breathed out as you entered the kitchen for some water. Nat was leaning against the kitchen island, munching on some apple slices. You had just worked out for the morning and Bucky had walked in during your last ten minutes. He was shirtless, like always, and this time he wore sweats instead of his usual basketball shorts. When you say you could see everything, you meant everything. There was no hiding what he had.
Nat greeted you with a smile, but it turned into a smirk when she saw your lust blown eyes and red tinted cheeks. “What is it now, Y/N?” Nat asked in her usual sultry tone. You sighed again and shook your head as you remembered Bucky’s jumping jacks and what the movement caused. “Oh my god. Bucky’s body will be the death of me.” You said with a small giggle. Nat blushed and coughed into her hand.
You smirked as you got a bottle of water and started chugging it. “Y/N, that’s so weird.” Nat said, her voice clearly giving her away. You stopped drinking and looked at Nat, scoffing. “Oh come on, you know you’d say yes if he asked you to bend over the weight bench and let him fuck you until your abdomen bruised from how hard he was pounding you into it!” You said rather loudly. Nat gasped and threw an apple slice at you, her cheeks flaming. “Y/N, you do NOT think about that do you!?” Nat asked, her face full of entertainment.
It was your turn to be red in the face now. “I mean.” You said, drawing out the words, your eyebrows raised. Nat gasped again. “God, Y/N! You’re so lucky he can’t speak English.” Nat said with a giggle. You sighed. “Yeah, I doubt he’d know what I meant if I asked him to bang me.” You said, not noticing the shadowed figure near the door now.
Nat nodded and finished her snack. She crossed her arms and bit her lip. “I could always ask.” Nat said, a smirk on her face. You threw your empty water bottle at her and she quickly blocked it. “Hell no! He would not do that. It’s just a fantasy anyways.” You said a little quieter now.
Nat suddenly cleared her throat and your eyes followed hers. You saw Bucky walking in, his body coated with sweat and his sweatpants pulled up to his knees. Your face burned red and even though you knew he couldn’t speak or understand English, you felt embarrassed thinking he might’ve heard what you just said.
Bucky gave you and Nat a small smile and a nod, moving past you to get a water bottle. You looked at Nat and she had her hand over her mouth, holding in her laughs. The silence in the room was awkward and your heart was pounding in your chest.
You shot Nat a glare and stopped when Bucky turned to you. “Могу ли я поговорить с вами?” Bucky asked, capping his water bottle. Your eyebrows raised and you tried not to look down at his shirtless body. You looked at Nat for translation help. She smirked. “He wants to talk to you.” You gulped and turned back to Bucky.
A small “Uh huh” fell from your lips and a simple nod was all it took and Bucky had gripped your hand and he was pulling you out of the room. Your eyebrows creased together and your nervousness grew as you looked back at Nat’s shocked face. You had no idea where Bucky was taking you or what he wanted.
“Bucky?” You asked softly. He turned to you and stopped at the open doors to the gym. “Хотите тренироваться со мной?” Bucky asked, leading you into the gym. You didn’t understand what he said and Nat wasn’t here to help you out. You looked around the gym and sighed. “Friday, can you translate what Bucky asked?” You quietly questioned.
You watched Bucky shut the wooden gym doors and turned the lock. Your heart started racing again. “English translation: Do you want to train with me?” Friday said, answering your question. You sighed out and looked at Bucky. He walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to the weight bench.
Your stomach dropped and he pointed for you to lie down under the weight bar with 20lb weights on the ends of it. You looked up at Bucky from where you were lying down. You knew something was up because Bucky worked out just before and you were there doing the same. So you weren’t sure why he wanted to continue training with you. He could’ve chosen Steve or even Sam.
Going along with it, you gently wrapped your hands around the bar. Bucky was standing above you and you had a clear view of his crotch if you tilted your head back just a tad. You could feel yourself getting wet already. Bucky’s hands guiding yours brought you out of your dirty thoughts. He helped you lift the bar and you breathed in and out steadily, lifting the bar up and down.
You and Bucky trained for a about ten minutes more and the whole time, he had his hands on your body in some way or another. He helped you do your squats and lunges, he held your feet down when you did your crunches, and now he was helping you with push ups. You didn’t need the help, but his hands were a blessing to you, so you allowed it.
Bucky’s flesh hand was resting on your lower back as you did your push ups and you felt it move down slowly, giving your ass a light squeeze. You gasped and dropped your body down onto the mat, turning your head to look at Bucky. He had a smirk on his face and you sat up on your hands on knees. Bucky’s eyes trailed down your body and he tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth.
You stood to your feet and sighed out, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Is that why you wanted to train with me? To stare at my ass and try to feel me up?” You asked, knowing he couldn’t understand you. You were unsure of what Bucky’s intentions were. It’s not like he could just tell you, he can’t speak English. Bucky smirked again, though his features showed confusion. Bucky then looked into your eyes. “Я хотел бы ебать.” Bucky said, his voice low.
A frustrating sigh left your lips. You couldn’t understand him once again, so you asked Friday. “Friday, translate that, please.” You said, watching Bucky step closer to you. Your heart started to beat even faster as your cheeks burned red. “English translation: I’d like to fuck.” Friday said, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.
Bucky closed the distance between you two and he captured your lips in a kiss. Bucky’s lips were moving roughly against yours, his hands pulling you closer to his shirtless body. You moaned into the kiss and felt Bucky bend down to pick you up. Bucky pulled away, gasping for air as his blue eyes stared into yours.
He looked like he was asking for approval so you nodded. Bucky smirked and carried you over to the weight bench where you both undressed. Thinking he thought it was better than the mat and not that he understood what you said about him earlier, you smirked as Bucky set you down on the weight bench. He was about to hover above you, but you smirked and got down on your knees, bending over the bench like you’ve fantasized about many times.
Bucky chuckled and came up behind you, rubbing your soaked pussy with his flesh hand. You gasped and moaned softly, moving your hips back against his hand. Bucky moved behind you and you could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against the opening of your pussy now.
You whimpered as you moved your hips back and forth, getting impatient. “Bucky, please.” You moaned out. Bucky’s hands now rested on your hips as he slid into you, immediately starting to pound into your pussy. Your body jolted against the bench and you squealed, feeling just how big Bucky’s cock was. You never imagined it’d feel this good.
Bucky was grunting and his hips were slapping against yours hard and fast. You gasped as he hit your g-spot and Bucky chuckled deeply. “That feel good, Princess?” Bucky asked, making your face turn red and your moans come to an embarrassing halt. “Wh-what?” You asked, your heart racing in your chest.
Did Bucky just speak English or were you hearing things? Bucky bent over your back, his sweaty chest molding onto the skin of your back. You could feel Bucky’s cock twitch inside of you and you gasped slightly. Bucky’s mouth was beside your ear now and his breath was warm against your skin. “I asked if that felt good.” Bucky said in clear English, not a fault in his phrasing.
Your mouth fell open and Bucky chuckled again, his thrusts starting up again. Your face was red as can be and you could feel the heat rising around your neck. Bucky was able to speak English this whole time, meaning he understood every word you’ve ever said to him up to this very moment.
A moan fell from your lips and you decided to scold Bucky after he fucked you senseless. “It does.” You said softly, answering his question. Bucky groaned and continued to fuck you. Your abdomen was rubbing against the weight bench but it felt amazing. Bucky slammed into you and you moaned loudly, feeling your pussy clench as your orgasm got closer.
Bucky’s hands reached up to your ponytail and he tugged on it, causing your head to jerk back. “Oh, fuck yes!” You moaned and felt Bucky slap your ass with his metal hand. A growl escaped Bucky’s lips as your pussy clenched around his thick cock for the second time. “I’m gonna cum, Bucky.” You moaned out, feeling Bucky’s hand reach under you to rub your clit fast.
You started to cum around Bucky, broken sobs and moans falling from your lips as you felt Bucky’s cum shooting out inside of you in hot spurts. “You’re so good, yes. Oh my god. Fuck!” Bucky yelled, pounding into you as he rode out his orgasm. You moaned at the foul language coming from the man behind you.
A few minutes passed and you and Bucky lazily lied down on the mat, looking up at the ceiling. “How long?” You quietly asked, afraid to look over at Bucky. He chuckled. “Since forever.” You turned your head to look at Bucky, your face full of shock. “You idiot!”, you slapped Bucky’s arm, “Why didn’t you say something?” You asked shockingly.
You put your clothes back on and Bucky hurriedly did the same. You crossed your arms and stared at Bucky. His face turned red and he sighed. “I didn’t really feel like talking to everyone at first. Then I started hearing you talk about me and-I don’t know.” Bucky said, looking at you apologetically.
Bucky stepped closer to you and grabbed your hand in his. “That was fun, though.” He said softly with a smirk. Your face started heating up again and you rolled your eyes, though your lips formed a smile. “Ugh, you’re mental, Barnes.” You said with a giggle. Bucky smirked and leaned down to kiss your cheek.
“Am I still mental if I ask for a round 2 later tonight?”
Note: this was so much fun to write. I hope you like it and of course, you can request anytime you’d like, sweetie! feedback is welcome! .c
Jim Jones was a cult
leader responsible for the murder-suicide now known as the Jonestown
Massacre, where 918 people lost their lives. In order to understand how this tragedy happened, it’s important to know how Jonestown began. Who was Jim Jones and how was he able to gain the love, respect and trust from so many that they were willing to die for him?
Jim Jones was born May 13, 1931 in Crete, Indiana. He grew up in a very poor family, residing in a shack with no electricity. From a very young age Jones had an obsessive interest in religion. As a child, he would hold sermons in his backyard and have neighborhood children attend his church services. Sometimes
when the children wanted to leave, Jones would lock all the doors and
refuse to let them leave, forcing them to stay and listen to his
sermons. He was very harsh on children who were not as interested in
church as he was and would take personal offense. By the age of 16,
Jones was preaching to both black and white churches, which was highly
unusual, as the city was still segregated. But Jones had a very upbeat
and friendly personality and he was very passionate about the poor and
the underrepresented, and empathized with the non-whites.
After graduating high
school, Jim went to college to study medicine and began working as a
hospital orderly. During that time in 1949, Jim met Marceline Baldwin, a
nurse who worked in the same hospital. After dating for a short time,
Jim and Marceline would get married. A
few years later in 1952, Jim was working as a student pastor in a
Methodist church and the congregation did not take kindly to Jim’s
beliefs in desegregation. It is important to note that the Ku Klux Klan
was very well known in Indiana during the time Jones resided there. At one time, there were more members in the KKK there than in any other state. Around
250,000 men were members of the Indiana KKK at its peak, which included
many prominent government officials, police and the like. Racial
tension was at an all time high and Jones preaching about loving your
neighbor of all colors and interracial congregations was neither
accepted, nor tolerated. Jones had no choice but to resign as pastor. It was then that he formed his own congregation. Originally
the church was known as Community Unity and it focused on Christian
beliefs. It was during his time of running the Community Unity that
Jones decided that there was no God because if there was, there wouldn’t
be so much poverty, hatred and inequality in the world. He
then decided he would no longer be preaching of God and religion, but
rather shifting his focus to what he was passionate about: poverty and
people of all colors being treated fairly and equal. In 1956, Jones
created the People’s Temple.
From the beginning, the
People’s Temple was prominent in the civil rights movement. Jones was
responsible for desegregating the police department, movie theaters,
restaurants, hospitals and other businesses in Indianapolis.
Additionally, the Temple opened up a soup kitchen for the homeless and
poor, had free housing available for senior citizens and the mentally
ill and Jim and Marceline even opened up their own home for homeless and
unwed mothers. It was the first time in history that people were
publicly offering assistance to people regardless of their race. It
was also at this time that Jim and Marceline adopted a Native American
child, three Korean children and became the first white family in
Indiana to adopt a black child. This adoption took place in 1961, the
same year the freedom fighters tried to desegregate buses in Alabama and
were brutally attacked. Because of the integration and desegregation
Jim Jones was responsible for, the residents of the city felt threatened
and would send the family death threats and spit on them in public. Many
of the people in Indianapolis of all races saw what Jones was trying to
accomplish and they wanted to be a part of it. They saw that he was
really for the people and trying to make a good, positive change in the
world. Needless to say for all the good they were trying to do, they were met with hatred, threats of violence and even assaults. Jones
decided that it was no longer safe for his family in Indianapolis and
they moved to Brazil. They were only there for a short time before
returning to the United States, but this time making California their
home. Many of the original Temple members, around 150 from Indiana, made
the move to California with the Jones family.
Not everything was love
and peace in the family. Jim’s wife Marceline was very unhappy
about Jim renouncing his faith in God. Marceline still considered
herself a Christian and would still pray to the Lord, which angered Jim
greatly. At times, he would threaten Marceline that he’d commit suicide
if she continued praying to God. He was also extremely jealous and did
not want anyone giving his wife any kind of attention, even though he
was known to carry on affairs quite often. Jim also developed a drug
addiction to prescription pills that would cause erratic mood swings and
bouts of paranoia. In
fact, the move to California was due to Jim’s paranoia and a vision he
had of nuclear holocaust. He felt they would be safe from the disaster
By the early 70’s in
California, Temple membership had grown considerably. Word had spread
all over the country about Jones and his refreshing approach to race
relations. During this time, People’s Temple had approximately 2,500
members. Jones began preaching to his people quotes from the Bible, even
though he denounced his faith. He would find things that were fitting
for him to go with his own selfish desires and wants and use the Bible
as a backup source. An example of this would be Jones quoting Matthew
19:21, which reads, “Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go,
sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure
in heaven. Then come, follow me.”
Temple members wound up
doing just that. They sold their homes and cars and gave all of the
money to the Temple. The ones who had jobs and continued to work would
turn over their entire paycheck to the Temple. The elderly who drew
retirement and social security would turn over their entire checks to
the Temple. In their minds, they were contributing to the “Good Cause”. He
made his members feel loved, safe and hopeful. While he was kind to
everyone, he was especially compassionate to the poor and the
uneducated. The majority of his followers were classified as such and to
them, he was a savior. They wanted somewhere to belong and fit in and
something to be proud of. He gave them all of that and more. All of them
referred to him as “father” and had nothing but respect for him. His
speeches were so uplifting to his members, even when he said ridiculous
things such as he was the reincarnation of Jesus or Buddha, they just
went with it. As new people would come to check out the organization and
their charismatic leader, Jim’s ego demanded more and more followers
and praise. Additionally, he was always looking to make more money. He
again began his practices of faking miracles and healings, something that garnered a little bit of attention in his earlier years, but this was on a much bigger level. He would use his members to pretend
to cure cancer and other ailments, making blind people see again,
making people in wheelchairs walk again. These events were well-planned
and thought out and with his large organization acting like they had
witnessed an actual miracle (most were not privy to the behind the
scenes operation and planning and truly believed that he was
legitimately Jesus incarnate and performing miracles) many visitors
would believe too. Even
though Jones would lie and manipulate, during his speeches he would
come across as honest, vibrant, caring and positive. He was liked and
well respected by not only the Temple, but the entire community.
As Jim Jones became more
dependent on drugs and his paranoia grew, he began using scare tactics
on his followers. He would tell them that people were plotting against
them, including the CIA. To his followers, this was terrifying. They
felt all they had was each other and their “father”. He also made sure
to increase the dedication people had for him as well as making them
more disciplined followers. He began making ridiculous claims to his
members, informing all the males in his organization that they were all
homosexual, all of them but him. He
would have sex with the male members to prove to them that they liked
it. Additionally, he would have sex with the women members and then
during their daily meetings, they were expected to speak on what
horrible lovers their husbands were and what a great lover Jones was. He
eventually informed his members that they were not allowed to have sex,
not even the married couples. Essentially, the only time anyone was
“allowed” to have sex was when it was with Jim Jones.
In the early 70’s Jones
and his “church” was accused by the media of financial fraud, physical
abuse of its members and mistreatment of children. It was while this was
going on that Jones purchased some land in Guyana in an effort to move
himself and the entire People’s Temple so as to avoid the people who
were supposedly plotting against him and trying to ruin him. It
was his goal to create a utopian society here, free of racism and
worry, but also to seemingly gain much more control over his followers.
Initially there was a small group of members sent to Guyana to begin
building houses, plant crops and prepare the area for all the members. In
the mean time, Jim Jones got to work holding meetings, letting all the
members know what was to be expected of their move and the tropical
paradise that awaited them, getting passports made of all of his members
and continuing to try to make as much money as possible. Eventually Jim Jones and 1,000 of his members all made the move to Guyana and arrived at the compound known as Jonestown. What
they arrived to was anything but the heaven they were told it would be.
The houses were not yet completed, nor was anything else complete
because Jones did not want to spend a lot of money on the project. It
was less like paradise and more like a concentration camp. Jones
informed the members that no one was allowed to leave and to reinforce
that, he stationed armed guards around the property. Additionally, he
confiscated their passports so they could not leave. He also confiscated
outgoing mail so members could not get a hold of any family or friends
outside of Jonestown. Some worried family members made phone calls to
Jonestown and Jim and his closest members would listen in on the calls
to make sure no one was out of line. Members were expected to work on the land day and night, with minimal breaks and very little food. With
Jones treating his members horribly, it’s no surprise that he was
always on edge, wondering if they were plotting against him. He
installed an intercom system in Jonestown with a loud speaker and would
get on the speaker at all hours, day and night, drunkenly preaching to
his members, many times speaking of upcoming doom and an apocalypse. He
began holding mock suicide drills in the middle of the night due to his
thoughts of the US government being out to destroy him. Members were
publicly beaten for disobeying as well as threatened with death.
Coupling the new environment making members extremely vulnerable with
the physical and psychological abuse and brainwash, there wasn’t much
members could do at this point in time other than being obedient and
subservient to Jones.
There were a few people who did successfully leave the People’s Temple, most notably Bob Houston. Houston’s mutilated body was found near some train tracks after leaving the Temple. US
representative Leo Ryan was good friends with Bob Houston’s father and
coupled with the abuse allegations he had heard were happening at
Jonestown and the mysterious death of his friend’s son that had recently
defected, Ryan decided he would fly to Guyana to investigate the
supposed utopian society and see if members were truly happy there or if
they were being held there against their will, as it had been told to
him. Ryan brought with him some concerned family members, people working for the media and photographers. Jones
got word of the visit and made sure to explain to his members how they
would behave and how they would represent Jonestown. They
were told to prepare the best food (including a lot of meat, which
Temple members were not allowed to eat otherwise due to its high cost)
and to be thankful for Jones at all times. On
November 17, 1978, Ryan and his crew (who had been in Guyana for three
days and were being refused to be let into Jonestown) were finally
allowed to enter the compound. For
the most part, the People’s Temple put on a very convincing show for
Ryan, praising Jones for all of his hard work and dedication. They
expressed how happy they were in Jonestown and stayed on their best
behavior for fear of what would be done to them if they didn’t. However,
one rather brave Temple member, (and a wonderful personal friend of
mine) Vernon Gosney, slipped a note to one of the reporters that arrived
with Ryan. In the note, Gosney pleaded for help getting out of
Jonestown. The letter was signed by both him and another Temple member,
Monica Bagby. Jones asked Ryan and his group to leave for the night and
the next day, they arrived to interview more members. During the
interview, another woman came forward stating that she wished to leave
Jonestown with her family, as well as another family. It was made known
to Jones that some people wanted to leave and he pretended he was okay
with that, that they were free to go at any time. After interviews
concluded on November 18, 15 people in total were to leave Jonestown
with representative Ryan. Hidden amongst the 15 was one man, Larry
Layton, who was only posing as a Temple defector and had no intention on
leaving. Once they
arrived at the airstrip, 2 planes were available to the group. Larry
Layton boarded the small, six passenger plane. Once on the airstrip, he
began shooting Temple members who were on the plane, wounding several.
Temple members who escorted the people to the planes began shooting at
the other plane, killing Leo Ryan, 1 Temple member and and 3
journalists. 9 others were wounded. All of the survivors ran and hid
into the nearby fields.
As the shootings were
happening at the airstrip, Temple associates were given orders by Jones
to prepare a drink, enough for all of Jonestown, consisting of grape
Flavor-Aid, cyanide, Valium, chloral hydrate and Phenergan. Jones called
all of his members to the pavilion for a meeting. 44 minutes of said meeting was recorded and is known as “The Death Tape”. Jones informed his followers that he knows someone who boarded those planes
were going to shoot the pilot, which would cause the death of all of the
people on the planes and hinting that this would lead to the government
coming to Jonestown and taking everyone’s children away. He then
encouraged his members to drink the Flavor-Aid concoction and commit
revolutionary suicide. That they would be heroes and forever remembered
as revolutionaries. Many of the first to take the poison were parents
who used syringes to squirt into the children’s mouths, then doing the
same to themselves. Others simply drank it. Some members thought this was another fake suicide drill until they witnessed people dying and then fear and panic set in. Jones
can be heard on the Death Tape telling members to die with dignity, and
that death is preferable to life at that point. It has been said that
many were forced to take the drink at gun point. A few members managed
to hide under beds and avoided death. A couple others managed an escape
and ran through the fields. Jim Jones did not drink the poison, instead,
his death was caused by a single gunshot wound to the head. No one
knows whether it was self-inflicted or if another member did it. One
other woman was found dead with a gunshot wound. Additionally, a woman
named Sharon Amos was working at the Jonestown headquarters in
Georgetown. She received a radio communication from Jonestown informing
her to commit revolutionary suicide. She took her three children into
the bathroom and stabbed two of them to death, then had one assist her
in stabbing herself to death, followed by the last of her children
Many of the Temple
members who fled into the jungle were lost for days and nearly died, but
a Guyanese government plane flew in and located them. Others made their
way to Georgetown, staying at cafes, and some staying with local
Larry Layton was found
guilty of conspiracy and of aiding and abetting the murder of
Congressman Leo Ryan and of the attempted murder of Richard Dwyer. While
the only person ever found guilty of any happenings at Jonestown, he
was paroled in 2002.
In total, 918 individuals
lost their lives at Jonestown. It was the largest death toll of
civilians by human acts up until the 9/11 tragedy. Jim Jones was
cremated and his ashes scattered at sea. His wife and three of their children who died at Jonestown are buried in Richmond, Indiana (The oldest daughter left the People’s Temple before the move to Guyana and two of their sons survived Jonestown by being out of the area for a basketball game).
The bodies of over 400 of those who died in Guyana are buried in a mass-grave at Evergreen Cemetery in Oakland, California. A memorial listing all 900+ casualties, including Jim Jones, was completed at the grave site in 2011.