dsudis:

Give Me Your Filth (15379 words) by Dira Sudis
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes
Additional Tags: HYDRA Trash Party, Rape, Torture, Waterboarding, Flashbacks, Panic, Restraints, Hurt No Comfort, Internalized Victim Blaming
Summary:

"I don’t care," Bucky said. "I don’t care which one was you and which one was someone else. You’re underneath me now. It’s my turn. I do things now, and you lie there and take it."

This was going to hurt.

I’m just going to leave that there, like a cat leaves a maimed but not quite dead fluffy animal on your pillow. Because it loves you.

*scuttles back to the dumpster, burrows under drift of soiled library books and rotten apples*

3-sentence prompt meme: filth edition

Extended post-con loopiness is totally the best time to write smut, right? Drop some porny Cap/MCU prompts in my assbox and I will see what I can do about providing 3-sentence snippets of filth.

Kinky is good, low-down dirty Steve/Bucky (or Steve/almost anyone really) is good, badwrong Hydra trash is even better. Zero guarantees that you will actually get fic, or that your fic will actually be porn rather than a setup for an awful pun, but it’s worth a shot.

(edit: I am looking for pornspiration here! kink + pairing is ideal, but a kink without a pairing is way more likely to get fic than a pairing without a kink)

After four days of madness and almost exactly 12 consecutive hours behind the steering wheel, I am back from DragonCon! Which has left me with about as much functional brain as you might expect. So instead of a proper writeup, have a short and semi-random list of Things I Am Proud I Did This Con:

- Completely trashed my Black Widow catsuit while out dancing

- Wore that fucking cheap piece of crap catsuit for two entire days before it got trashed to the point of unsalvageability

- Got into almost as many “someone stops me for a picture, more people stop and whip out their phones in the time it takes the original photographer(s) to finish, even more people stop before those people are done” loops as I did in the weeping angel costume in previous years

- Shouted something to Colin Baker from the audience at a panel and got a reply

- Escaped the dealers room having spent less than $100

and, the most impressive of all:

- Heroically resisted the urge to Say The Thing every single fucking time I was crammed into one of the Marriott’s glass elevators with ten sweaty, well-armed strangers

theworkman:

Thomasina: I hope you are ashamed.

Septimus: I, my lady?

Thomasina: If you do not teach me the true meaning of things, who will?

Septimus: Ah.  Yes, I am ashamed.  Carnal embrace is sexual congress, which is the insertion of the male genital organ into the female genital organ for purposes of procreation and pleasure.  Fermat’s last theorem, by contrast, asserts that when x, y and z are whole numbers raised to the power of n, the sum of the first two can never equal the third when n is greater than 2.

(Pause) Thomasina: Eurghhh!

Septimus: Nevertheless, that is the theorem.

Thomasina: It is disgusting and incomprehensible.  Now when I am grown to practice it myself I shall never do so without thinking of you.