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.

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Rogers closes his eyes and thinks of England, or maybe that English tail he’d been chasing during the war, but whatever, it’s working. The soldier is still stroking Cap’s dick and it’s slowly filling, thickening. When Rumlow judges that he’s hard enough to get the job done, he rips the elastic band from the soldier’s hair and wraps it around Rogers’s balls, tight enough to keep him hard but not so tight he can’t shoot his load.

“Sit on his dick,” Rumlow tells the soldier.

The soldier crawls further up Roger’s body until he’s seated on the Cap’s lap, and Rumlow rolls his eyes.

“On his dick, soldier. Ride him.”

That at least seems to be a command the soldier remembers, and Rumlow watches with amusement as the thing that used to be Bucky Barnes takes Rogers’s cock in hand, lines it up, and slides down until Rogers is buried in him to the hilt.

“Nnn…” Rogers starts unhappily, and then his eyes fly open in panic and he bites off his protest quickly. Lips are gonna look like hamburger before he fills up the soldier with his super-cum, by the looks of things.

“Play with your nipples,” Rumlow says, and the soldier’s fingers rise up to tease the taut flesh of its nipples.

Rumlow moves around to the head of the table, thumbing absently at Rogers’s own nipples as the soldier rises up on trembling thighs and then drops back down onto Rogers’s cock again and again.

“Isn’t that a pretty sight, Cap?” Rumlow says. “You wouldn’t believe how much Hydra dick that thing could take before it would start crying and begging.”

Rogers looked like he might be ready to cry or beg, and Rumlow snorts. “Not like it’s people, Cap. Just a warm, wet wind-up soldier.”

The asset’s breathing grows harsh as it wriggles on the end of Cap’s cock, and Rumlow reaches a hand out to fist its dick once, twice, before the asset is shooting all over Cap’s chest.

“See, told you I’m not such a bad guy,” Rumlow says. “I mean, Secretary Pierce locked up its junk from about ‘05 to 2010 just for looking at him wrong.” Ah, Pierce, God rest his soul.

Rogers’s mouth twists in disgust, the prissy little bitch, but goddamn that had been hot, images Rumlow’s not ashamed to admit he still jerks it to--watching the asset take it from both ends while its useless, bound cock dribbled helplessly on the tiles below.

Christ, if only he were a few years younger. He would have enjoyed sticking it to Captain Toothpaste Commercial a time or two as well. Although, if the scientists have their way….

“You need to finish, now,” Rumlow growls, fisting Rogers’s hair roughly. Rogers nods, face going slack as he gazes up at the coils of ductwork that wind around the ceiling. His hips buck up into the asset, actively participating for the first time, each thrust pushing gasps of air from the soldier’s lungs.

Then Rogers’s whole body goes stiff and he makes a strangled sound before going limp in his bonds.

Rumlow raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. This is as why money shots are so useful.

“Did he come in you?” he asks the soldier.

“Yes.”

“Good. Get off him, get dressed. We’re moving out.”

The soldier eases off of Rogers and makes its way to the pile of discarded tac gear on shaking legs.

“Might as well join up with Hydra, Cap,” Rumlow says, pinching Rogers’s nipple between his fingernails until white crescents appear on the tender pink flesh. “No better than the rest of us, wetting your dick in the asset’s hole.”

The look on his face is priceless, outrage and indignation followed by a healthy dose of guilt.

Rumlow wishes he could put a bullet through Cap’s brain, knows he's maybe looking forward to a whole lot of days of looking over his shoulder as he runs from Cap’s wrath, but the higher ups had been adamant that he should leave Rogers to the scientists if the opportunity arose for reconditioning. From the grim set of Cap’s jaw and the hatred flashing in his eyes, Rumlow’s going to need a good head start, because he doesn’t trust the science division for shit.

“Let’s roll,” Rumlow snaps, and the soldier falls in line behind him, casting one sorrowful glance over its shoulder as they exit the room.

“The man on the table, who was he?” the soldier asks quietly.

Rumlow sighs. Deja vu all over again. Definitely time to get it back into the chair before it starts getting more ideas.

“You met him earlier this week on another assignment,” Rumlow says in his best Pierce imitation as he leads the soldier through the glazed-green corridors and out onto the sunny tarmac.

To the future.

yay for unhappy endings!

OP again!
Shit, anon, you've seriously made all my horrible, garbage filled dreams come true with this fill. I really could not be happier and it was even better than I ever dared to hope. Thank you so much!!

(if you ever decide to put it up on AO3 or somewhere and feel comfortable posting a link, i'd love to bookmark it!)

OH NO

This is heartbreaking! [T]he thing that used to be Bucky Barnes . . . And yet kind of horrifyingly hot? Rumlow’s not ashamed to admit he still jerks it to--watching the asset take it from both ends while its useless, bound cock dribbled helplessly on the tiles below. Me too, Rumlow, me too.

Absolutely amazing.

OH MY HEART, SO MUCH SAD.

Ahhh wow, what a wonderfully dark ending! I love that Rumlow acknowledges he may need to start running from Steve's vengeance very soon, but this little exercise was still worth it to him. Very fun read.

a/n: thanks for reading and commenting! claimed here

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5811253

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