hydratrashmeme | Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.

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, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.

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"You stupid thing." Rumlow snarled at the asset, bringing his boot down in his side. "You are messing up this mission. You're no good as a sniper. You are useless. But you have some use I suppose. Get undressed."

The asset obeyed. It took off its uniform, and moved into position, its ass up in the air. It disliked Rumlow. Rumlow was not the worst handler, not by a long shot, but he wasn't the best either. It disliked it when Rumlow wanted to beat him, or to hurt him. But now it would be punished, again. It had only been working with Rumlow a couple of times, but each time there had been a reason found to punish it. This time it was going to be punished for a mistake it had made. For the fact it had chosen not to shoot someone due to fearing too many civilian casualties.

"Good." Rumlow sneered, and he hit it again, kicking it. A spark from the cattle prod arched down its side, making it scream. He knocked it to the ground, It was angry. It was so angry. It hated being touched, being fucked, being punished. It hated that. And it hated Rumlow. It wanted to hurt him, for every time it got hurt. Rumlow pushed into it, and it sobbed softly at the pain, trying not to cry. It hurt a lot. It knew it was bleeding, it couldn't stop that.

It was being hurt badly, but it could handle it. It was determined about that.
"Stop crying." Rumlow snarled, and the Asset didn't obey. It sobbed to itself, squirming and shaking, and letting out small whimpering noises. It knew Rumlow had a short fuse. It just had to hope for the best.

"You are an idiot. Can't even follow a simple order." Rumlow snarled, punching it once more, then picking out the cattle prod from the floor.

Face hidden from Rumlow by the angle that it was at, it smirked. A moment later, electricity arched through it, and Rumlow screamed as its body conducted electricity into Rumlow's own.

With a swear, Rumlow pulled away and kicked it once more. The cattle prod was shoved into it, and agony drowned it.

Aww yis, I was wondering if you would make it happen or not XD so great <3 -Ros

I love how the tone is shifting over time. It really shows how far he's come.

I'm so very happy someone noticed this! you have made me a happy little author anon!

Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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