hydratrashmeme | Trash Party Dumpster #1

(Will be continued in a Dumpster #2 post if by some unholy hell-miracle this post hits the 5000-comment limit.)

Filthy anon dumpster for sad hobos to fling moldy pizza crusts, raccoon eye makeup tips, and garbage about their sad trash kinks at each other.

AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. One hundred percent Hydra Party Favor Bucky Barnes, Is It Sexy Violence Or Violent Sex?, and Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves: Winter Soldier Edition. BLANKET NON-CON/DUB-CON WARNING, not safe for work, not safe for life, not safe for anyone, read at your own risk ~~of becoming one of us~~.

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, etc. are off-topic.

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For whatever reason, they have to go undercover as married and Rumlow takes full advantage of that fact and indulges in the fantasy. The WS has to go along with it, even if he's got a niggling feeling that it's wrong. Or he's programmed with an unwitting cover identity that manages to be horrified when 'he' feels the WS taking over.
Bonus: Bucky later has weird/conflicting memories of his 'husband' mixed with 'handler'

yes, please. any one of these molester rumlow prompts would do it for me.

You are so very much in love.

He smells good, just here where his shoulder meets his neck. You press your face to his skin and breathe deeply. It's a warm smell, comforting. Your lips brush across the tiny hairs and he gives a rumbling laugh that you feel more than you hear. You've always loved his laugh.

You ride him until you come and then you keep on riding him. Your thighs are burning, but when he gets close you ease up, rocking against him so the thick head of his cock rubs over that sensitive spot inside you. He glares. You laugh and lean down to kiss him. Your chest is slick with sweat.

In the absence of memory, the human brain will create its own.

He presses you into the bed with one hand between your shoulderblades and your ass in the air, makes you take every inch of him as sweet and slow as he wants. You arch your back and make the noises he likes, give helpless little twitches of your hips, and come with nothing touching your cock but air.

You sling a leg across him sometime in the night, so that when you half-wake near dawn the two of you are tangled together in a mess of limbs and bedclothes. You watch him sleep, his head pillowed on his arm, and you want this moment to last forever.

He never says anything about your arm, or the accident, but sometimes he whispers into your hair. “Didn't think I could have you like this,” he says. “Mine.” You stretch lazily against him and smile. You are.

Eyewitnesses are notoriously unreliable.

You would prefer to stay in bed and order room service and make love for hours at a time, but he insists on taking in the sights. It's his honeymoon too, after all, so you walk arm in arm through the bright sunshine. You buy him a chocolate ice cream cone, like you did on your first date, and lick it off his fingers when it melts.

ohhh. OHHHHHHHHH. hnnng oh golly gosh, poor baby, I almost don't wanna see when this whole thing inevitably comes crashing down around his ears.

*I totally do tho. ;p *

oh god yes

Oh man I'm so torn about this. Second person perspective has just always made me really uncomfortable - when I was a kid I didn't even like choose your own adventure books. But this is fantastic writing, and GOD I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS. NEEEEEED.

Thanks! I'm not usually a fan of the second person either, but I thought it was a nice way of highlighting the artificiality. Hope you can manage to stick with it!

I definitely will. I have to know what happens! Thank you for writing this and sharing it with us.

Well this is beautiful and grinding my heart into tiny little bits.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh nonononono.

Why does the nice trash hurt my soul more than the torture porn?

OP Here, ilu anon. More please. Have a moldy bag of old donuts

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