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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Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.

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Re: Tainted Touch 6e/?

[(Anonymous)]

Just a little bit more :)

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Bucky Barnes stood in front of the bathroom mirror with his buttcheeks spread open and inspected his own ass. There were still welts on it from the bamboo cane. The tender flesh around his hole looked swollen and wounded, and even his sphincter was an angry red. His hole looked more open than usual, though he doubted anyone besides him could tell, and he knew he'd be tight again soon enough - ready to be torn open all over again. He could spot two new tears there now, already itchy and healing. They would soon be indistinguishable from the other small scars there, and there was something pleasing a about that, knowing that two of them were now hers and that she had made those with his permission. He wondered if one day new scars could cover the old, so there would be nothing left of them, if she fucked him often enough. Then he pushed away that thought, finding it presumptuous. She had not even looked like she had enjoyed it much when she fucked him. She had agreed to do it again, yes, but there was still no guarantee she'd use him regularly.

She had not withdraw her order not to touch himself, so he did not, but she did give him the ointment to use, and that allowed him to cheat on that rule just a little bit. He squeezed some of it in the palm of his right hand, and rubbed it over the welts on his buttocks. It was instantly soothing and cool. He suspected there was something in the mix that numbed the pain, because soon he could only feel the echo of a sting. When he was done with that, he coated his first and middle finger in the stuff, and tentatively pushed them inside. He still felt himself jerk at the intrusion. It was strange, really, he had learned to hold still at far greater abuse - and had done so for decades. Why then was it so difficult now? He pressed his forehead again the cool tiles of the bathroom wall and bit his lip. Moving his fingers inside himself resulted in a mix of pain, relief, shame and arousal, all at the same time.

He did not want this. He did not want any of this. Remembering what he had done today sent pangs of anxiety through his chest, making his heart stop for a beat at the memory of begging to be used. Sometimes he desperately longed for the time where his memories were blissfully missing. He had fought so hard for them to return, for him to claim them as his own. But now that he had them, he was ashamed to admit he liked it better when they were gone. They were nestled in his mind, always there, always waiting to intrude on him, making his hand a little less steady, making his eyes a little wetter.

He wanted to call her right now and ask her to put an end to this. But if he did that, where would he turn? Bucky knew that he felt like this now - but give it a week, two at most, he'd be groveling at the feet of whoever was willing.

Even now, just after the one time, he found the thought of having to go back to random strangers terrible. He didn't even quite know why, but the though felt like a betrayal to himself, and to her. As if giving up on this this was the one thing he could do to be an even bigger failure.

"Be reasonable", he though to himself, "you have a good deal going. Don't ruin it because you get all emotional after getting fucked now. It will pass, as it always has".

He withdrew his fingers, and already his ass felt less painful. He might still feel a twinge of pain if he tried to sit today, but he knew that combined with his fast healing it would be gone by tomorrow.

"That's a shame", an unwanted part of his brain interjected, "it would be hot being reminded of being fucked by her".

"Shut up," he said out loud, to the the blank bathroom wall. He opened his eyes ans splashed water on this face. He would go for a run. That would take care of this nonsense.

He would wait and see how it would go next week. He could still re-evaluate then. Yes, he could be sensible about this.

When took out his sweatpants and put them on to go for that run, he willfully ignored the fact that he was still half-hard. It would go away. "Can't have impure thoughts if you're too tired," his mother had once said. On some level, he knew that was mostly nonsense, but just for today, he would go for some 1930's wisdom. This new world he had found freedom in, was terribly confusing.

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end of this chapter - phew. Will post the full chapter on AO3 today or tomorrow.

Re: Tainted Touch 6e/?

[(Anonymous)]

And oops, that was meant to be 6f, but oh well.

Re: Tainted Touch 6e/?

[(Anonymous)]

This continues to be so good! I love Bucky thinking how pleasant it is to have scars inflicted by Nat, with his consent, and wondering if she'll leave more—before cutting off that train of thought because it's presumptuous. Great stuff!

Re: Tainted Touch 6e/?

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you! You might be the only one left reading it by now, hah! But I'm enjoying it greatly, and glad you are too :)

Re: Tainted Touch 6e/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh poor Bucky, so confused with all the shame and lust and affection. I love the image/idea of Natasha's scars being the good ones that can overwrite the bad ones (and hopefully the bad memories!)

Re: Tainted Touch 6e/?

[(Anonymous)]

Yes poor Bucky, he's a bit confused now (but so is Nat). He can't quite get rid of the memories, but he can make some new ones, and he can learn people can care for him.