thefilthiestpiglet

Last year for the kinkbang, I prompted an art and a fic, and claimed an art and a fic. That ended up taking up a lot of energy (especially since I ended up writing a lot of words. I'm not good at writing words.)

So this year, I'm like "okay, 4 kinkbangs is A LOT. I'll just do 2."

So I prompted 2 art and then claimed 2 fics.

That.... is 4 kinkbangs. doy....

But! I finished arting for one! :D!!!

Here's my stats:

art prompt #1: the author is writing. The way the prompt is set up, I don't think more art is needed, unless suddenly HYDRA gangbang. So imma call it done-pending-banner.

art prompt #2: the author is writing and I think it's going to need more art because it's probably going to develop a plot or smth

fic claim #1: It's a 5+1, which means drawing 6 arts. I have 4 of them pretty decently laid out, and I have some solid ideas about the other 2. If the author is okay with it, I'm going to ink and shade everything next week. But if the author prefers I wait, I probably won't look at it again until beginning of March.

fic claim #2: the fic is mostly written, so I've drawn 4 spacer images and 3 actual arts for it, so it's all done except for the banner. :D!!!

Which means I've only got 2 kinkbangs left, and if I bang out the fic claim#1 art, then all I have to wait for is art prompt #2.

They're finally at a town large enough to have its own pro station, so Steve ducks out to replenish his prophylactic supplies. Jones and Dernier is out requisitioning transport, Morita had lured Dum-Dum and Monty into helping him find a replacement radio part with promise of possible whiskey deep in the army supplies depot, so only Bucky is around to see Steve return, pack bulging and with an odd look on his face.

"What's up?" Bucky asks as snags some of the jars of lube from Steve's bag and tucks it into his own. "They give you trouble at the station?"

Steve shook his head. "No. Well, the usual exams and stuff, but they had a new pro-boy tool." At Bucky's questioning look, Steve pulls out a rod-like object from a side pouch of his pack.

[description of a WWII style butt plug.]

Bucky frowns. Something about the shape makes his stomach twist. "Um... what is it for? Something to test condoms on?"

"It's to save on prep. The manual recommends that I keep it in between my shifts so that I'd be ready for my next shift." Steve eyes the object. Bucky had a sense that if he weren't here, Steve'd be reading the manual and slicking up the thing already.

Bucky swallows. "So when we finish fucking you, we're supposed to..." He couldn't bring himself to finish, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Yeah, put this in me." Steve smiled thinly. "The officer at the station said it was like corking a bottle."

Bucky remembers feeling his insides turned to mush, the pain of them jamming yet another something into him, the jeers and taunts broken only by the rattle of the cage doors closing.

"Bucky? You okay?"

Bucky swallows the bile in his throat. "Yeah, I'm fine." Steve looks unconvinced, so Bucky picks up the Thing. "You planning on using this?"

Steve chews his lip. "I think a couple of the guys might like it. It's definitely make it easier in the middle of the night, or during breaks in marching..."

"No, don't wear this while marching -- it'll feel really uncomfortable and it'll slow everyone down." Bucky knows he's sounding brusque, and can see Steve's chin stiffening in defense. He pushes forward before Steve could come back with something about how he's fine with discomfort and how would Bucky know how it felt anyway. "I don't really need the others distracted from the march with thoughts of your ass, Rogers."

Steve nodded. "And at night?"

Bucky considered. Bucky knows that he's never going to use that thing on Steve, but he had to be fair to the men. "Leave it to whoever you're bunking with that night -- if the two of you think it helps with the middle-of-the-night stuff, then go for it. But otherwise, probably more comfortable to sleep without and do proper prep in the morning."

Steve nods and Bucky finds himself relaxing as Steve tucks it back into his bag. "Hey, the guys aren't back yet. You fancy a round of chess?"

Hey guys,

In case you're wondering, I'm alive. Just busy with Real Life and modding the MCUKB, but the modding is mostly done now! I've claimed 2 fics to draw for, and I'm looking forward to getting started on that! :D 2 people also claimed my art, and I'm excited to see what they end up writing. Hooray for porns!

Augh my reading page is so empty. I need to follow more trashbabies. Anyone reading this -- who should I be following? Where can I find the trash mountain? the DW landfill? Do I have to draw dicks to bring the trashbabies to the yard?

1) Fuck tumblr, fuck fuck fuck it. I am never going back on that trash site. If you hadn't noticed, it deleted my account for no apparent reason, and I discovered it on Monday Nov 19. It's been 3 fucking weeks and guess what? No reply to any of my support tickets. And now, The Great UnFuckening. I have spent 4 years of my life on that god-forsaken website and I'm not going to sink any more time into a place that clearly doesn't want me or my content.

*deep breath*

So. I'm here now. I'm gonna see how good the image management here is, but also: idgaf. I'm going to keep drawing porn because I like that shit. Everything feels very 2002, and that ... might not be a bad thing.

Anyway, I just joined the hydratrashparty comm -- we should post there! And me and fellow mod neutralchaos is moving MCU Kinkbang to DW, too. It's at mcukb