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hydratrashmeme2015-09-09 07:23 pm
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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.
[Round 1] [Round 2] [Fill post] [Chatter post] [hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive (maintained bygreenkirtle)] [Round 3 in flat view (comments in non-threaded chronological order, most recent last)]
Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.
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.
[Round 1] [Round 2] [Fill post] [Chatter post] [hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive (maintained by
greenkirtle)] [Round 3 in flat view (comments in non-threaded chronological order, most recent last)]Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.
FILL: Gather Ye Rosebuds 2/5
(Anonymous) 2016-02-04 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)By the tenth, he was crying.
After that he lost count.
It went on for long enough that he had it memorized, every word and pause, the hitch in Peggy’s breath as she called hopelessly for Steve, the moment Steve’s despair broke through. Bucky spent two or three repetitions at a time convinced it was a fake, but it was always the same sentence that changed his mind, “That’s a little bit tougher to explain,” like Steve was trying to tell his ma how he’d gotten into a fight this time.
He couldn’t find the goddamned loudspeaker. The voices came from everywhere, and when he covered his ears the volume went up.
He was sitting on the cot with his head in his hands when Peggy said Steve for the third time and the sound of the carrier cut out. Bucky had just enough time to think Thank fucking God before the door slid open. He looked up as men started to file into the room—the cell, by now it was clear that it was a cell, never mind that there weren’t any bars. The one in front was the asshole who’d been in before the recording started, but there were six others with him and they all looked like tough guys. And they were carrying...things. One held a cluster of heavy handcuffs, at least four sets, and a metal contraption that resembled two Chinese finger traps sized for King Kong.. Another carried some lengths of chain coiled over his shoulder like a dockworker with a bundle of rope. A third just had a sleek black case that was somehow the scariest thing in the bunch.
The first asshole stopped, too close, so that if Bucky stood up they’d be in kissing distance, and said, “So tell me, kid, were you and Rogers butt buddies?”
That took a second to work out but then, “What the fuck kind of question is that?” Bucky demanded. “Steve’s not a fairy.” No matter what people liked to assume just because he was short, and if Bucky sometimes caught himself looking when Steve got out of the bath, that was his own problem. Except if the recording was real, Steve was dead, and what year was it?
Asshole #1 smirked. “He wasn’t, huh? How about you?”
Bucky felt himself flushing red, and anger was better than fear or grief. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of himself; he figured he was how God made him. But it wasn’t safe and yeah, there were places but he couldn’t afford to risk getting the shit beaten out of him—or arrested—when he had Steve to keep an eye on. Besides, it wasn’t like he was hard up, he liked dames perfectly well. “You should know better than to ask questions like that,” he spat. “People might get the wrong idea about you.” Bucky started thinking about standing up anyway. Make the guy back the hell off.
“You know, you talk too much,” Asshole #1 said in a conversational way, like they were pals smoking out behind the warehouse, and grabbed Bucky by the chin. “Let’s find something else to do with your mouth.”
Shit, Bucky thought, and bounced to his feet, trying to punch the guy in the nuts. Asshole #1 swayed out of the way and took the shot on his hip instead, and Bucky was winding up for another try when another of the tough guys grabbed his left wrist. Bucky yanked and the guy stumbled towards him—must not’ve been braced—and he thought, This is going better’n I thought it would. They were going to get him down, he knew it, there were seven of them, but he was gonna by God make ‘em work for it.
He twisted against the hands, punching where he could, and barely noticed that there were two guys hanging from his left arm until he actually looked at them. And Bucky was no slouch; he’d learned to fight because he’d had to, because Steve couldn’t keep his smart mouth shut, but he felt different somehow, like his muscles knew more than he did. He started to realize that if he just didn’t think about it his body would move for him.
But he realized it just a hair too late.
Three of the guys (including Asshole #1, to his satisfaction) had incipient shiners and one was nursing a wrist Bucky thought was cracked if not quite broken when they wrestled him to his knees. His hands rested at the small of his back, encased in the finger-trap thing. They put a similar gadget on his ankles and then the wiseass who’d brought the handcuffs in had the bright idea to use a pair to fasten wrists and ankles together so he was bent uncomfortably back. Handcuffs was a tall guy, sandy blond, with features like a bad picture of Steve.
Asshole #1 bent and cupped Bucky’s chin again. “You gonna behave, kid?”
“Anything you put in my mouth, you’re gonna lose,” Bucky said, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. It never seemed to hit bottom. He was going to fall forever.
“I gotta admit, I was hoping you’d say that,” Asshole #1 said jovially.
The guy with the case picked it up from where he’d dropped it and set it on the cot, snapping it open. He pulled something out; it had leather straps and a metal circle in the middle and Bucky had no fucking clue what it could possibly be for until Asshole #1 held it in front of his face and said, “Open your mouth.”
“Like hell,” Bucky snarled, and gritted his teeth.
It took three of them to pry his mouth open, but they managed it. The circle of metal was a cylinder with a flared-out lip that caught on his front teeth; they snugged the straps around his head so tight he could feel the buckles digging into his scalp.
Asshole #1 smirked at him, holding his eyes as he unfastened his pants. His cock, when he pulled it free, was half-hard and smaller than Bucky’s, which wasn’t a lot of satisfaction but Bucky figured he’d better take what he could get. Asshole #1 stepped closer and put one hand on the back of Bucky’s head, stroking himself with the other.
The great thing about the phrase “Fuck you” was that it didn’t have a lot of sounds that you used your lips for, so Bucky managed a pretty understandable version.
“Fucking’s later, kid,” Asshole #1 said, and then his cock was sliding in. Bucky shut his eyes against it since he couldn't shut anything else and gagged when it hit the back of his throat. "That's nice. Keep doing that," Asshole #1 said. Bucky couldn't get a handle on the reflex; his throat kept spasming around the intrusion. Asshole #1 pulled out and slammed back in. Bucky couldn't breathe, not even through his nose, the man's cock blocking all the air as he ground his hips into Bucky's face. He smelled stale, like he hadn't bothered with a bath in a few days, and furious tears forced their way from the corners of Bucky's eyes. "Aw, don't cry," Asshole #1 said, sounding a little breathless. He wiped a tear away with his thumb tenderly. "This is just warm-up. We'll give you something to cry about later."
Bucky tried to go limp but his back was up against the edge of the cot and it didn't do him much good; Asshole #1 wound his fingers in the too-long hair and held him upright by it. Bucky concentrated on not moving, not choking; he couldn't stop this, but he wasn't going to help make it good.
Finally Asshole #1 lost his rhythm and fucked hard into Bucky's mouth, his cock twitching as he came. It was far enough back that Bucky couldn't taste it much, at least. He made himself open his eyes and glare as Asshole #1 stepped back. "Rollins, you're up," said Asshole #1. Rollins was the guy with the case and he was already hard, revved up by watching.
"I dunno, I think he's pissed," he said with a twisty little smile that Bucky hated on sight.
"Nah, you know the asset's always happy to help," Asshole #1 replied, and they all laughed, and then Rollins stepped up.
*
When they left, they didn't take the finger-traps off. "You won't have time to get lonely," Asshole #1 told him on his way out, and Bucky croaked Fuck you again around the perverted gag.
He waited until the door closed, and then he screamed.
Re: FILL: Gather Ye Rosebuds 2/5
(Anonymous) 2016-02-04 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Gather Ye Rosebuds 2/5
(Anonymous) 2016-02-04 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Gather Ye Rosebuds 2/5
(Anonymous) 2016-02-04 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)The loudspeaker getting louder was my favorite part--Bucky's already crying, he's already breaking down, and it means that someone is watching him go through this and intervening to make it worse for no good goddamn reason. Bucky suffering needlessly at the hands of a faceless institution is my jams, I guess.
And Rumlow and Rollins are so perfectly crass together. Warmup indeed, the wiping away tears made me both die a little for Bucky and clap my hands in glee because it's going to be so much worse. Poor bb Bucky, giving himself away from the very start because of course he defends Steve first. You are truly a trash angel, author anon
Re: FILL: Gather Ye Rosebuds 2/5
(Anonymous) 2016-02-04 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Gather Ye Rosebuds 2/5
(Anonymous) 2016-02-05 04:51 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Gather Ye Rosebuds 2/5
(Anonymous) 2016-02-06 04:32 am (UTC)(link)