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garbage all the way down ([personal profile] trashmod) wrote in [community profile] hydratrashmeme2015-09-09 07:23 pm

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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Re: Keep smiling FILL (1/2)

(Anonymous) 2016-04-29 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Just a short fill here, someone should totally write this prompt into a proper fic though! Went a little off-topic also, but I thought it still had the general essence of what the prompter was looking for.


They had made him watch the movies yesterday, and instructed that he study them since he "couldn't even fuck right, Jesus." He was supposed to learn to serve his handlers like the assets on the screen. They said he was going to have a practical examination after he completed his task. It was 7 hours of film, in total, featuring men engaging in various sexual activities. He knew that assets were not supposed to have likes and dislikes, but secretly his favorite clip was the one with the blond handler that fucked his asset slowly and said nice things about his hole. (The handler's eyes were green. The asset fleetingly thought that wasn't correct, but the thought was gone as quick as it came.) His least favorite was the one with the dogs.

The asset quickly noticed a common theme with each movie: all of the assets seemed to greatly enjoy what their handler's were doing with them. Even the ones being corrected with whips or other instruments begged for more. The asset felt embarrassed and confused, was this how he was supposed to be performing in his secondary function? He knew that use of his body for sexual stress relief or for team bonding was important for HYDRA agents, but he never knew that he was supposed to pretend to like and want the things that happened to him. He completed the tasks related to his secondary function with the same perfunctory efficiency as his missions. He occasionally experienced involuntary leaking from his eyes and uncontrollable noises from his mouth during particularly long sessions, but he can't recall ever smiling or speaking. The asset didn't understand why his feigned enjoyment would matter to HYDRA agents, but he resolved to correct his behavior to better serve. His handlers knew best.

The next day, when he was led to the room usually reserved for post-mission celebrations and team-building exercises, he knew that it must be time for his test. Commander Rumlow was there, and he immediately went to his knees before the man and awaited instruction.

"Let's hope you learned something from those tapes yesterday, Asset," Rumlow said, leering. "Strip."

The asset stood and immediately began undressing. As he moved to pull his shirt over his head, he recalled video #45, and slowed his motions, moving his hips in steady circles while he removed his clothes. He looked at his flaccid penis, inwardly panicking; the assets in the videos were always hard, but he had no idea how to make that happen. Sometimes it happened while an agent was using him, but not always. He hoped they wouldn't be too mad if it didn't happen during his exam.

He finished undressing and looked towards Rumlow. He made sure to smile as he did so; he knew smiling indicated happiness and enjoyment.

One of the STRIKE team burst out laughing. "Oh my god, look at how awkward he is, does he think he's being sexy?"

Agent Rollins shot a glare at the man, hissing at him to shut up. He turned towards the asset, and nodded. "Good job, asset. Now, what do you want me to do?"

The asset froze, hands trembling slightly. He had never been asked what he wanted before, what was the correct response? Assets didn't have wants, they were weapons. His eyebrows creased in worry, but he kept the smile stretched across his face. He did his best to mimic the good assets in the tape and hoped it was right.

He reached up and pinched his nipples harshly, moaning. "Your cock, Sir, please fill me up with your cock." He dropped down to his knees again, this time facing away from Rollins, and bent forward, spreading his cheeks. "I need it, sir, please."

He hoped that no one recognized the words and actions were taken verbatim from video #13.

"Oh, hell yes," Rumlow said, grinning. "This is so much better than the usual lifeless fuckdoll attitude."

The asset was happy he had pleased his handler with his behavior, and didn't even have to fake the way his smile widened.

He heard the sound of Rollins opening his zipper, saying, "Well, since you asked so nicely."

The asset felt spit hit his hole and a finger push it into him and let out a small sigh of relief; the less it hurt, the easier it would be to continue imitating the good assets from the movies. Rollins hadn't told him to move his hands away, so he continued to hold himself open as the agent pushed in. He ducked his head and squeezed his eyes shut at the familiar burn.

His face was starting to hurt from smiling.

Across the room, a younger agent was palming himself through his pants. For the first time, the asset wished someone would put their penis in his mouth- he surely couldn't be expected to keep smiling while he was sucking.

Rollins curled his hand around the back of his neck, speeding his thrusts up and shoving his upper-body forward so his shoulders touched the ground. With each jerk forward the asset's face rubbed harshly against the floor. "You like that, huh?"

The asset knew the correct response to this, even before the movies. "Yes, Sir."

He knew now though that this answer was insufficient, the assets in the videos always asked for more. It scared the asset to take initiative and ask for anything, though. (HYDRA knows what you need, HYDRA knows what's best for you.) If his voice shook when he forced the words out, he hoped Rollins thought it's because he was having fun. The asset knew that speech is occasionally affected during times of high emotion, even positive emotions.

"Give it to me, h-harder, Sir. Fuck me harder." The asset drew on video #71 for this, but said "Sir" instead of "Master". None of the agents had ever asked him to call them that before, so he assumed the handlers of the asset from the video had different preferences. Privately, the asset felt proud of his ability to adapt the lessons from the video to the test.

The asset's face was starting to cramp, smile twitching.

There are several quick, frantic thrusts before Rollins came, draped over the asset's back. A junior agent quickly took his place, pushing in with little resistance. Another stepped in front of the asset, pulling the asset’s head up to meet the agent’s crotch by his hair.

He wrapped his mouth around the agent's penis quickly, not even faking his eagerness. The cheeks on his face throbbed with relief as he started to suck and lick, bobbing his head.

His examination felt like it lasted hours, the stream of men in between his legs was never ending. He knew semen was not the only thing that ran down his thighs, but he made sure he continued to push back and grind his bleeding ass to meet each agent's thrust. When they decided to urinate on his face, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, and made sure to stick out his tongue like the asset from video #59. His ass was red from slaps and an over-the-knee spanking given by one agent while he blew another. He eventually couldn't help but to gasp and cry when they started with the stun batons, but he made sure he thanked them after.

They prefered his ass to his mouth, so his face eventually went numb while he held his smile. It might have looked more like a grimace by this point, but the asset had no way of knowing so he just tried to make sure the edges of his mouth were curved up instead of pulled back.