Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

[trashmod]

Okay, kids, you know the drill. Don't be a jerk except to fictional characters. Warn if you want, but read at your own risk, because hydratrashmeme is about as far from a safe space as you can get. Garbage we like: noncon, whump, aftermath, violence, mind control, inappropriate uses of Bucky Barnes' metal arm, bad guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves. Garbage you should find a different trashcan for: a/b/o, D/s-verse, soulbonds, mundane AUs, OOC evil!good guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves, rotting leftovers dressed up as a romantic gourmet meal. Nothing wrong with 'em, but this isn't the crowd you should be pitching to if you're trying to sell Brock Rumlow as anything but a human dumpster fire.

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All prompts or fills that contain Infinity War spoilers must go on the Infinity War spoiler post until May 26th. Spoilers in the main dumpsters will be deleted.

Round 4 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 5.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

HOLY HELL yes please

[(Anonymous)]

(sa) Ugh I can't stop thinking about this. Specifically, about how long it would take, to hurt Bucky badly enough to get him off. How conscientiously Steve would have to work at it. If I don't start making better life choices in a hurry, OP, I'm gonna fucking fill this for you....

Weekend

[(Anonymous)]

[Title from the song of the same name by Priory. This teaser written on my phone, please excuse any typos. More to come.]

It takes time, to get Bucky ready. Steve starts in on him Saturday morning, in the dark before dawn, shoving at his shoulder until he rolls grumbling onto his back, slipping his soft cock into its little metal cage. He'll torture it later; for now, Bucky's slutty hole needs his attention. He lubes a thick, vibrating plug, eases it gently inside, drinking in Bucky's small hurt noises as it stretches him wide. He turns it on low, smiling at the way Bucky moans, knowing how long it will be before he comes down from the edge. Then he rolls over, and goes back to sleep.

By the time he wakes up, Bucky's cock is dripping steadily, his hips working in a futile attempt to get away from the relentless stimulation. Steve works the plug slowly free before pushing it back in, making Bucky take the whole thing in one long deep slide. He fucks Bucky with it, grinding it against his abused prostate until his whimpers turn desperate, before tossing it aside and replacing it with his own hard cock. It's lazily good, fucking Bucky like this, taking his pleasure while Bucky whines with frustration, his bound cock leaking, his hole clenching in useless protest.

TBC

Re: Weekend

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god, yes. You're singing my song AA.

Re: Weekend

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, yes please!