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hydratrashmeme2014-05-30 05:23 pm
trashmod) wrote in hydratrashmeme2014-05-30 05:23 pm
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 riskof 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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Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Round 1 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 2.
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
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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GO TO TOWN, TRASHBABIES.
Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Round 1 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 2.
Crying during sex
(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Crying during sex [MINI FILL]
(Anonymous) 2014-07-01 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)“What are you doing?”
The soldier raises a ten ton head, dragging his cheek across Pierce’s chest because he doesn’t dare shuck off Pierce’s arm and move away. He tries to answer, but his voice gets stuck in his throat and a small squeak takes its place. Pierce’s impatience smolders.
The soldier seeks to placate him by running a hand over and over his torso, a sweet pet Pierce once gave him. Anything to be good: flushing his nude body against Pierce’s; keeping his cold metal hand twisted behind him; thin cherry lips pressing appeasingly to the middle of his chest. He doesn’t want Pierce to see this— he might be punished— if he could distract Pierce, maybe by getting him hard again… His hand trails down.
But the warm tears take the gravity the soldier has given them and splash against Pierce’s skin. The soldier sniffs harshly and blinks and hastily kisses the droplets away. He can’t control his breathing— why can’t he— he can’t…
Pierce lifts his arm to allow him to roll over to the other side of the bed but then follows him. He tucks straggly brown hair behind the soldier’s ears.
“Look at you,” Pierce rumbles coldly. “You’re a mess. Why are you crying?”
The soldier looks up at him fearfully, wetness blanketing his face and sobs hitching in his chest. The soldier shakes his head. Pierce frowns, eyes sharpening.
“I don’t know,” the soldier forces out after a moment. His voice shakes high. He wants to explain further— explain about his head hurting and about how Pierce had hurt inside of him and how he felt like something was trying to claw its way out of his chest from the inside and how his skin was itching all over and and his stomach was twisting and he felt a great need to move his legs, to run —but he doesn’t have the words. Besides, that isn’t Pierce’s problem to deal with; that’s his own shortcomings.
Pierce cracks him across his cheek. “Stop.” So he sucks in a sharp breath and opens his eyes wide; maybe if he doesn’t squeeze them, nothing will be forced out. The pressure he isn’t letting out through his eyes makes his whole body shiver.
Pierce looks down his nose at the soldier, evaluating. The soldier trails his flesh fingertips along Pierce’s shoulder, his arm, his hip: don’t be angry; don’t punish me. I’m sorry. At last Pierce sniffs in disdain and rolls back onto his side of the bed. “Go clean yourself up.”
The soldier follows orders at once. One hand pulls back the sheets; his neck strains him forward to pepper reverential kisses to whatever bit of Pierce he can reach (but not the lips, never the lips). He slips away, face turned to the floor as it belongs.
In the bathroom, he looks up, gasps harshly, and nearly strikes out with a metal fist— because with bruised lips and shining cheeks and wide, red, swimming eyes and silent desolation:
There’s a person in the mirror.
The soldier does not understand this event, just cries a little more. He’s surprised that something so warm could come from a body as cold as his. Later, as they’re heading back to base and his face is dry and tight, he tries to warn someone. Someone needs to tell Pierce that there’s a person— where, how close, the soldier doesn’t know. But when he opens his mouth, he feels he might choke, and so he stays silent. And, deeply, wickedly, he thinks maybe Pierce should just deal with this person on his own.
It’s almost a relief when they put him in the chair this time. Almost. When he wakes, he won’t have to hear the hysterical moaning sobs in the back of his mind.
Re: Crying during sex [MINI FILL]
(Anonymous) 2014-07-01 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)You are perfect and terrible all at once, anon. May your trashbin recieve many banana peels.
Re: Crying during sex [MINI FILL]
(Anonymous) 2014-07-01 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Crying during sex [MINI FILL]
(Anonymous) 2014-07-01 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Crying during sex [MINI FILL]
(Anonymous) 2014-07-02 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Crying during sex [MINI FILL] (op reply)
(Anonymous) 2014-07-20 05:57 am (UTC)(link)Re: Crying during sex [MINI FILL]
(Anonymous) 2014-09-01 03:46 am (UTC)(link)