hydratrashmeme | 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.

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She had hoped it would not come to this, but she had come prepared. She pulled out of him, but stayed kneeling between his legs, his body spread open before her. She took the stun baton from her belt and she could see him flinch involuntarily. It was no secret they had tortured him with it. He had even said as much to Steve, though he had kept the sexual bits out.

Natasha turned the device on and the electricity whirred. She teased one of his nipples with it, and his whole body convulsed at the pain and the current. Then the second nipple - he was prepared for the feeling now, so he spasmed less, but he couldn't stop the involuntary reaction

She turned off the electricity and ran the baton along the hard shaft of his cock. He looked terrified now, knowing the inevitable outcome. When she pushed the button he screamed the current ran through his genitals, and he bit his hand hard enough to draw blood. Natasha turned the baton back off, and took another dildo from her belt. She pulled his hand away from his mouth, inspecting the damage. It didn't look too serious, but there was no need to have him leave marks.

"Here, bite on this," she said as she held the dildo in front of his mouth, and he took the whole toy .

She turned the baton back on, and his screams were muffled by the phallus in his mouth. She turned the electricity on and off a few times, repeating the process. She almost expected him to grow soft, but he only seemed more erect, precum leaking as his cock took the abuse. She moved the baton down to his balls and he retched against the dildo as she did so, as if he was going to throw up.

Then, finally, she turned it off, took her attention off his genitals and pressed the baton between his buttcheeks. His eyes flicked back to her, looking positively terrified, but he nodded briefly.

The baton went in with less resistance that her dildo had before - his hole fucked open and ready for penetration now. When she pushed the button this time, he wailed in pain, legs thrashing so she had to use her reflexes not to get kicked. She supposed that that was why some people went for the tying up thing - but for now, she was glad she could get information from his natural reactions.

Natasha switched it off again, just fucking him with it, in and out. There was more resistance again now, and she guessed that had been part of the point of using it on him: to make him tighter. Well, that and plain old sadism.

The baton had streaks of blood on it by now, but she had come to realize this was part of the thing for him - he was right where he needed to be.

She alternated between just fucking him with it, and turning on the electricity briefly. It was a dance of thrashing and composing himself again, of crying out and swallowing sobs, until she saw he was reaching exhaustion, even the pain drawing less reactions from him.

WShe tossed the baton aside, settled back between his legs and thrust back into him. When she did he reached for her face, almost on instinct. She braced for a slap, but it was merely a soft touch.

He was looking at her again now, and for a fraction of a second there was something she could not read in those eyes, until he seemed to realize what he was doing and his look turned to horror, his hand drawing away like her skin had burned him.

She fucked him for a few more minutes, her hand on his cock, masturbating him until he was right on the edge. He was looking away from her again, sucking on the dildo half-heartedly. It didn't take long now - he was hurting and spent, and she could feel him writhing under her.

"Hey, it's okay,"she said. "You can come now if you need to."

He did, almost instantly, and she wondered if she should have said that sooner. She was still learning.

Right after his orgasm she pulled out as fast as she could, remembering the lesson from the previous time.

He spit out the dildo, breathing in deeply a few times. She got up, loosened the straps of the contraption around her hips, and let it slide to the floor.

The bathrobe she had for him was already waiting, neatly folder by her before he had even stepped into the room. She offered it to him and he pulled it over himself, shielding his naked body from her eyes.

"I'll leave you to it. However long you'll need. "I'll be by the elevator if you need me."

She turned to leave, but she heard him scraping his throat.

"I would have had your back, you know," he whispered.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"If I'd have become an Avenger," he said. "I'd have had your back."

It damn well nearly broke her heart, and she made a mental note not to try and use real-life elements for scenes anymore.

"About that," she said, as she walked to where his clothes were folded, and stuck her hand into one of the pockets, pulling his phone out. "You should really learn to check your missed messages. It can be useful."

She took the phone back to him, and knelt down on the floor beside him, careful not to touch. He scrambled to sit up, still holding the bathrobe protectively against his body.

"Can I?" she asked, because she did not wish to violate his privacy more by going through his phone.

He nodded and she found the missed message, choosing the option to play it, holding it close to his ear, but far enough not to actually make physical contact. She could not make out the words, but she didn't need to. She had been with Steve when he had made the call.

Hey Buck, so I really wanted to tell you in person, but forgive me I was really excited to tell you. You made it. Vote was 4 to 3, so...congrats, Avenger. I'll ask Thor for whatever that stuff is we can get drunk on to celebrate, okay? You have a good day. And call me.

She could see the look of amazement on his face as it sank in what it meant - and she could see a whole different type of tears in his eyes - those of joy.

She couldn't help but smile widely. "Welcome to our band of misfits."

He looked like he was about to hyperventilate. "Four votes for," he said and she could see the realization form in his head. "Tony would have voted against me, and Rhodes would have followed his cue. Steve would vote for, as would Sam. Wanda would vote for or abstain, but no one abstained so...the swing vote was either Vision...or you." He looked up at her, searching her face for reactions. This was one thing she couldn't hide. She felt the smile on her own face widen. She was happy she could give him something good.

"It was you, then."

"Of course it was, silly."

His fingers dug into the fabric of the bathrobe.

"But you know what I am..."

"Yeah, I do. You're a valuable addition to this team, that's what you are. And oh..." She scrambled back up and headed for the curtains on the mirrors. She had hidden a box there before they had started.

"This is for you."

She put the box down before Bucky and he opened the lid, still looking at her with distrust.

Inside there was a uniform, similar to Steve's, but black at the bottom and blue at the top. It did have a white star on the chest, though. His fingers touched it tentatively.

"We added that mostly to annoy Tony, she said as she nodded towards the star. It might not fit perfectly yet, but we can adjust it."

He took it out , letting go of the bthrobe, and holding the uniform to his body like a child would hold a long-lost favorite toy that had been retrieved. He all but cradled it as he started weeping, and she hadn't quite expected this, but she hoped these were still good tears.

"I'll leave you to it. I'll be near the elevator if you need me."

He nodded, still hugging the garment. "Thank you. Thank you so, so much."

"You're welcome, Barnes, she said. "Guess I'd have your back, too."

As she walked out, she could here the sound of his phone dialing.

"Yeah, Steve, just heard your message..." she heard him say with a voice more composed that she'd expect him to have. "Still can't believe it..."

She closed the door behind her. There was more to that conversation, she was sure, but nothing that was meant for her ears.

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Natasha needs a hug! And Bucky needs more baton torture! (I am a horrible person). Thanks so much for updating!

Well, good news - they'll both get that...eventually ;) Though with my writing speed and the size of it, it might be a while. Thank you for reading!

this update is so great

"I would have had your back, you know," he whispered.

i died

I'm glad you liked it!

( Yeah, poor Bucky wasn't in the best of headspaces in this one).

Ugh, I love this story so, so much. It's my favorite. Thank you!!!!!! This scene/pair of scenes was perfect.

Thank you so much for your kind words! The scene took me a while to get right, so I'm glad it worked for you :)

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