Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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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.

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FILL: [Humans as Gods] con't

[(Anonymous)]

In a pure animal reaction, Steve scrabbled and fought to get away from the relentless pressure, closer to panic than he’d been all day. Steve's stomach lurched as he realized the Winter Soldier had been enhanced in some of the ways Steve had been, and Steve's smaller body plus Winter Soldier's dick was a horrible mismatch.

Bucky was ruthless, opening Steve up with shallow thrusts, working himself deeper and deeper until Steve's ass was flush against his hips. Steve was close to sobbing from the stretch.

It hurt, there was no way around it. No matter how many fingers Bucky got into him beforehand, there was no way it would have been sufficient to prepare for this.

Bucky pulled Steve back into his lap, skinny legs splayed out to either side of Bucky's muscled thighs, one knee barely touching the floor. He kept a hand over Steve's belly to hold him in place, impaled on Bucky’s cock. His metal arm was wrapped across Steve's neck. It was like being trapped in a vice; Steve couldn’t get away.

Between the pain and the recent orgasm, Steve had gone totally soft. Bucky was more than a head taller than him, now, enough that he could lean over Steve to watch him as his thick cock twitched inside Steve, no doubt well aware of the tightness of Steve's ass as it spasmed around him. Tears streamed down Steve's face as he tried to pull Bucky's metal arm away from him. He couldn’t budge it at all.

Bucky kept watching Steve's face, for what reason Steve didn’t know -- ensuring he didn't hurt him too much, maybe? -- as his hips rolled against Steve. In this position, there wasn’t actually a lot of movement. He'd pinned Steve so effectively against him that his thrusts just moved both of them together, rather than propelling him in and out of Steve.

Steve figured it out after a minute. He stopped trying to pry Bucky's arm off his neck, instead just clinging to it and settling back into Bucky's chest, letting him lead. He felt a bit of tension leak out of Bucky's spine at this.

Bucky dropped his head down to nose at Steve's temple.

Steve closed his eyes as Bucky rocked against him, listening to the minute changes in Bucky's breathing. He made tiny noises each time he pulled Steve back down on his cock. Steve’s ass was adjusting to the intrusion now, and he wasn’t sure whether to thank the leftover serum in his veins or his appetite for cock -- in general, or for Bucky's specifically -- for the relief as the pain receded.

Bucky was being exceedingly careful with him, aware of his smaller body in a way that Steve hadn’t expected. When Steve tensed up, Bucky slowed right down, and when Steve relaxed back into him, Bucky's thumb rubbed small circles over Steve’s belly.

HYDRA could order Winter Soldier to fuck Steve and he’d do it, but if they didn't specifically order him to hurt Steve, it appeared he would interpret their order as liberally as possible.

After a few minutes of fucking up into Steve carefully, cautious and restrained, Bucky started to pick up the pace. He wasn’t perfectly steady anymore, starting to thrust erratically as he got closer. Steve could tell Bucky was trying not to hurt him while also still technically following orders. He figured he might as well contribute.

Steve squeezed around Bucky’s dick, tipping his head back onto Bucky’s shoulder to bare his throat. Bucky inhaled sharply and clutched at Steve’s bony hips. On the next thrust Steve moaned around the gag, encouraging. This cranked Bucky up even more, judging by the suddenly-loud panting of his breath in Steve’s ear.

Steve was a quick learner, he could figure this out. He reached behind him to pull Bucky even closer, back arching. Bucky dropped his metal arm from Steve’s neck and brushed his mouth over Steve’s collarbone. Steve felt the fine tremors running through Bucky’s frame as his hold on Steve’s hips got impossibly tighter.

Only a few seconds later Bucky let out a groan that lasted forever as he came inside Steve in long, slow pulses. Steve could feel each spurt of come as Bucky’s cock jerked inside him, his hands holding Steve steady and sure against Bucky’s hips. Bucky kept grinding deep into Steve as his orgasm washed over him, making a low, broken noise.

Steve was ready to punch God Himself to keep Bucky safe.

As Bucky’s orgasm ebbed, he wrapped both arms around Steve’s chest and tucked his face into the side of Steve’s neck. Steve felt a suspicious wetness on Bucky’s cheek, and a surge of protectiveness went through him. He laid his skinny arms over top of Bucky’s and hugged back as well as he could, trying to say he was okay.

Steve had forgotten about the guards.

“Yeah, yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! Not so high-and-mighty now, are you, Captain?” It sounded like the nasally one, the big guy whose nose Steve had broken.

Bucky bared his teeth and hissed at him. Steve watched as the guard blanched and took a step back. The Winter Soldier was clearly more than these three dummies had the mental fortitude to deal with, even balls-deep in a beat-up, naked prisoner.

The tableau was broken by a tinny rendition of ‘Call Me Maybe’. The guard answered his phone. Bucky’s face, if possible, became even more judgemental.

The short conversation consisted entirely of “Yes, sirs” and “No, sirs”. Steve couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but its pitch and volume increased with each of the guard’s answers. The Winter Soldier stared intensely at the guard throughout, silently communicating threats of graphic violence should anyone make the wrong move.

The big guard hung up, nodded stiffly to his colleagues, and walked off down the hallway. His steps sped up into a run as he got out of sight.

The other guards backed up almost to the far wall, dropping their eyes to the floor.

Steve suppressed a laugh. Four down, two to go.

Bucky eased out of him carefully and lay Steve down on his side on the mattress, curling up behind him. Steve thought vaguely about cleaning up in the little sink and maybe playing a game of chess to pass the time before the rest of the Avengers showed up, but Bucky drew a blanket over them both. He pushed the lone pillow under Steve’s head. Steve wanted to protest, but it really did help his spine, and Bucky tended to sleep with an arm folded under his head anyway. Old habits ...

Pressed up warm and solid against Steve’s back, Bucky threw an arm over Steve’s chest to pull him even closer. Steve snuggled back and put his hand over Bucky’s, interlacing their fingers. The cell was a bit chilly for his smaller self, and Bucky was putting out warmth like a space heater. Steve figured he’d just rest for a minute, then get right back to escaping.

He fell asleep between one blink and the next.