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hydratrashmeme2015-09-09 07:23 pm
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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch
Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.
Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.
[Round 1] [Round 2] [Fill post] [Chatter post] [hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive (maintained bygreenkirtle)] [Round 3 in flat view (comments in non-threaded chronological order, most recent last)]
Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.
Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.
[Round 1] [Round 2] [Fill post] [Chatter post] [hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive (maintained by
greenkirtle)] [Round 3 in flat view (comments in non-threaded chronological order, most recent last)]Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.
Twixt the Devil and the Deep Blue sea - part 5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-06 12:24 am (UTC)(link)---
Steve's whole body shuddered with release. He was in a daze for a few moments, before he heard the faint voice beneath him.
"Steve...please take it out."
His eyes instantly snapped open again. He moved like he had been burned, and pulled out of Bucky. His cock made an obscene squelching sound as it was removed from Bucky's ass.
Now that his orgasm had subsided, he somehow felt even more disgusting.
He could feel himself shaking, unsure if it was from fear, anger or muscle fatigue...possibly all of the above. He could barely stand to face Bucky, but he forced himself to.
Bucky looked like a mess. His hair was sticky with sweat. His eyes and lips were red, his cheeks streaked with tears. Steve could see a hand-shaped bruise forming at his hip, and he cringed when he realized that was his doing. He dreaded to look lower, but he had to.
Bucky's leg stumps were still spread open, like the had been for use. It looked like the wounds had taken strain by the whole exercise. Despite the primitive attempts to cauterize them, they had cracked open in several places. Not much, but probably enough to be excruciatingly painful. Steve could see there were traces of blood on both of them. Between the stumps, he could see Bucky's asshole - fucked open now en leaking a generous amount of cum. It was pouring out of Bucky and dripping onto the slab - undeniable evidence of what had just happened. There was some blood mixed in with the cum, too, confirming Steve's previous fear.
All he really wanted was to scoop Bucky up in his arms and hold him there forever, but he realized that might actually be the last thing Bucky would want right now.
"What a mess you made, Captain", he could hear Rumlow say, "You really should clean it up."
Steve sat up on his knees and turned to face Rumlow. He wasn't even trying to hide his hatred anymore, but the gun was still on him...on them. He had come so far. He could take a little more. He reached out his arm.
"Give me a towel then."
Rumlow laughed.
"You're adorable, Rogers. All innocent even now. But you're not getting off that easy. There are no towels here, princess. You get to clean it with your mouth."
If Rumlow had said that to him a day ago - hell, even two hours ago - he would have thought it preposterous. But now...now he didn't even protest. He sank between Bucky's stumps, gently placing a hands on either side of them, making sure he wasn't touching anywhere near the wounds.
He wasn't quite able to fit on the table entirely, so he was crouching somewhat, and must have looked rather ridiculous - which he was sure Rumlow was enjoying.
Steve was trying not to think of Rumlow, though. He hadn't really ever thought of eating out another man's ass before - not even Bucky's, and certainly not after fucking. He knew it was a thing. His early enthusiasm with the internet had seen to that, but frankly he had categorized it among the things he didn't really need to know about. He found it unappetizing at best, disgusting at worst.
Right now his feelings were...complex. He wasn't looking forward to the act, but at least while he would be doing this, Bucky would be relatively pain-free.
He looked up at Bucky, but he angle didn't quite allow him to make eye contact.
"Hey pal," he said loud enough so Bucky would hear,"I'm just going to do this, okay. I'll be gentle, I promise."
Bucky didn't reply, but Steve knew there wasn't really a choice either way.
Steve tried to ignore the assault on his nostrils as he moved closer. There was cum, and sweat and blood and a few more things he couldn't quite place, but he wouldn't let that stop him.
He carefully placed his mouth on Bucky's cum-streaked buttcheek, and started licking it up. The taste wasn't quite as bad as he imagined it would be. He could do this.
From the corner of his eye, he could see that Rumlow was still - or once again - filming. He must have seen Steve glancing at him, because he was quick to comment: "Who would have guessed, huh? That Captain America is a cum-eating faggot? Well, I would have, obviously. But no-one ever asks me. Don't you worry, though, Cap. Soon, everyone will be able to see."
Steve felt like he should be horrified. Or petrified. Or both. But really he was beyond the point of caring. If Rumlow got off on humiliating him, so be it. If he could hold out long enough to make it out alive, he could always smash that infernal camera phone. And kill Rumlow. Maybe not in that order.
He returned to his task. His tongue teased around Bucky's asshole now, and he could feel it twitch at the touch. From here, he couldn't really tell Bucky if was okay, but he tried to let him know by the way he touched him. His fingertips gently circled on the skin of the still-intact parts of Bucky's outer thighs. He licked Bucky's hole carefully but diligently. It tasted like salt and copper, and he only hoped that was how it was supposed to taste, and not the result of the damage.
There was a moment there, being crouched between what was left of Bucky's legs, that he managed to get out of his own head, out of the reality of the situation. He no longer thought of the taste, the camera, or the awkward pose. Something welled up inside him - a desire to make Bucky clean as best as he could. He got lost in the motion of licking his hole and he finally could feel Bucky relaxing under his touch. He kept going, licking Bucky, even after there was nothing to clean anymore.
He gasped as he felt Rumlow roughly grab his hair and pull him away.
"Oh my fucking God," he heard Rumlow say, "you're actually into it, aren't you? I swear, if you're into eating amputee assassin ass, you're sicker in the head then I am, Cap. Why don't you clean the table while you're at it?"
Steve felt Rumlow release his grip, and he fell back between Bucky's leg stumps.
He lowered himself even more, and obediently lapped up the cum that had leaked onto the slab. He didn't even have the energy to feign defiance anymore. Rumlow had won this round, and he knew it.
He licked until everything was clean.
"Pathetic," he heard Rumlow say, with genuine disgust in his voice.
Steve looked up at him, up at the camera and the gun, and tried to anticipate what would come next.
"Why don't you give your pal a kiss, Captain?"
The question knocked the air out of his lungs. Of course Rumlow was only doing it to humiliate him, and to make Bucky taste the cum Steve had just eaten. But to him, this was scarily intimate, more than the sex ever could have been.
He moved back up so he was on top of Bucky again. He noticed Bucky was semi-hard now, for the first time, but he gathered that might be normal considering...well, considering what he'd just done. He positioned himself so they were face to face. Bucky still looked a mess, but at least the expression on his face was more relaxed. Steve tried to swallow as much as he could, so the taste of cum would be washed away as much as possible before he'd place his mouth on Bucky's.
"Hey there. I'm sorry about this. Can I?"
Bucky nodded.
"Won't be the worst thing you do to me tonight."
Steve's first reaction to those words was that he wanted to be swallowed whole by the earth, but then he saw the faint half-smile on Bucky lips, and he realized it was a feeble attempt a dark humor.
He smiled back, placed his hand on Bucky's cheek and then leaned in to kiss him chastely on the lips.
"Now now, that's not a kiss, that's a peck. You can do better", Rumlow taunted.
Steve knew the remark was coming, and he wasn't even going to fight this.
He leaned in again, teasing Bucky's lips with his his tongue until they parted. As they did, he slipped his tongue inside - exploring, not conquering - and kissed Bucky with a strange mix of tenderness and urgency.
Even before he pulled away he knew...he knew that this kiss would give him away. This kiss was real, and it was clear as day, because the kiss was just like Steve Rogers himself: honest and straightforward.
And if that was not enough, Steve's cock became hard again against Bucky's belly.
Bucky had been wrong. This was the worst thing he would do tonight.
As Steve met Bucky's eyes again, he knew that he knew, because not in a million years could Steve Rogers ever fake a kiss.
Despite being so utterly broken, it was Bucky who looked at him with pity now, and Steve wasn't sure he could bear it.
Bucky openen his mouth, as if to say something. He stopped before any sound came out, though, possibly because he realized Rumlow would hear whatever he'd say.
"That was beautiful, boys. I'm sure the internet will love it," Rumlow commented.
Steve sat up on his knees again.
"Rumlow. Let us go. We've done what you asked. It's over."
"It's not over until I say it's over," Rumlow growled. "Besides," he said as he motioned his hand from Bucky's to Steve's crotch, "looks like that kiss got you boys all excited. It would be a pity to let that go to waste."
Re: Twixt the Devil and the Deep Blue sea - part 5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-06 12:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: Twixt the Devil and the Deep Blue sea - part 5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-07 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)There there...it's going to be alright.
(Okay, that might be a lie)
Re: Twixt the Devil and the Deep Blue sea - part 5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-06 12:38 am (UTC)(link)Re: Twixt the Devil and the Deep Blue sea - part 5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-07 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Twixt the Devil and the Deep Blue sea - part 5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-06 04:05 am (UTC)(link)Re: Twixt the Devil and the Deep Blue sea - part 5/6
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