hydratrashmeme | Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

Okay, kids, you know the drill. Don't be a jerk except to fictional characters. Warn if you want, but read at your own risk, because

hydratrashmeme is about as far from a safe space as you can get. Garbage we like: noncon, whump, aftermath, violence, mind control, inappropriate uses of Bucky Barnes' metal arm, bad guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves. Garbage you should find a different trashcan for: a/b/o, D/s-verse, soulbonds, mundane AUs, OOC evil!good guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves, rotting leftovers dressed up as a romantic gourmet meal. Nothing wrong with 'em, but this isn't the crowd you should be pitching to if you're trying to sell Brock Rumlow as anything but a human dumpster fire.

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DA

More than one someone. :) At first I thought you were using cyrillic, but by the second word I was like "oop that's IPA" :) Funtimes!

Not trashmod, but I have to ask, what's trashy about this? The trashmeme is for a particular flavor of trash, and consensual D/s between villains doesn't seem to fall under it.

DA Me three.

the fill is completed here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7955170

The sight sets off an avalanche behind his eyes.

Black Widow - Romanova - Natasha - dangles before him, all red and white and purple. The ropes suspending her shoulders wind tightly around her arms bound beneath her arched back -- he can see them pressing searing white into the tender red flesh, there and across her belly, up her thighs bound to her calves, her widespread knees anchor points for the suspension. He can see how coils of rope push her sore breasts up, offering her purpled nipples to hungry tormentors. Crescent bite marks climb all the way up her collarbones and throat, one crowning her chin, her head tipped back with rope braided into and bound around her red hair, hitching it to her arms.

She seems unconscious, a gag with gleaming arched points holding her mouth open, her lips beneath it engorged crimson and laced with splits, long streams of red-threaded white running up her cheeks and gumming her eyelashes, dripping off her forehead into a pool on the floor.

There's another wide puddle, milky white and speckled red, beneath the first man he shot, the body splayed beneath her splayed thighs, penis still obscenely hard and wet even in death, upthrust like a pointer to her tenderest wound.

His feet have rooted to the concrete. Memories crash through his brain, of her beaten down to vulnerability but never surrender, of his own body wound with ropes and used like a toy, of the sheer sensation of one more penetration shoving within aching battered flesh -- the air is thin, he has to rip his ten-ton feet up to move, to stumble over the scattered bodies, to reach her.

He unstraps the gag and her brow creases. Her eyelid flickers, once, again, pulling against the matted lashes. He should reach to help her --

She pulls her eye open, rolls it dizzily, focuses on him with a visible constriction of her drug-blown pupil. "Hey," she croaks, her throat raspy, an audible bruise. "Remember me?"

His own smile feels like his face is splitting open, but it's the least he can give her as he curves his warm arm beneath her back, as he reaches with the metal to snap the first rope, as he answers, "Yes."

OP
I guess I should have elaborated. I'm talking *serious* sadomasochism, like knifeplay, impact play, etc. I assumed extreme kinks were part of the trash flavor. I know this is a little less trash than what's usually on here, but like, there's literally nowhere else for me to get this. Cut me some slack, yeah? In fact, i'll add onto it- dub-con. There, now it's trashier.

This is amazing! Uggh you make me love Sam and Bucky so much I almost wish this wasn't the trash meme and Steve dropped in to save the day sometime soon.

Even the prompt hurts me. I hope this gets filled like Steve's orifices during a gangbang.

Love it so much. A crown of dead rats and used tampons stuck together with moldy grease for you.

PROMPTER AGAIN. FREAKING OUT AGAIN. A PROPER PIE BAKE OFF. THE SHOCK COLLAR. GOD. I AM BOTH TERRIFIED AND ECSTATIC RIGHT NOW <3

Start with a typical scenario in which Steve and/or Sam is forced to watch Bucky be violently gang-raped. Then, once the roomful of men is sated, and Bucky is hurting, dazed, and physically wrecked, that's when they force Steve and/or Sam to take his turn.

+++ all the horrible trash kinkiness inherent in the premise. Having just witnessed something so horrible, then having to participate; trying to treat Bucky as gently as possible, despite his many injuries; Bucky not being able to be stoic through this, as he's been tortured far beyond the point where he can endure without reacting; having to fuck Bucky's raw, gaping, swollen hole; the sensation of fucking Bucky while he's oozing fresh come from his many other rapists; etc.

Oh god, this is everything I love. If only I could write… -prays to the trash gods for a fill-

(op)

Forgive me for being so late to reply but SLKGJFDSG OH MY GOD this is everything I wanted and so much more. All the little details are so good. The bear, the story behind the dildo. Also, crying forever at them reading through his journals out loud. Thank you for this glorious piece of trash, I will treasure it for all time <3 <3 <3

OP
Let me elaborate on that last bit to make it trashier: dub-con/non-con as in Jack doesn't want Brock but Brock finds out about Jack's masochistic tendencies and uses it to his advantage, even if Jack resists and hate him for it.

so beautiful

By all the Gods of Porn I adore this from the spot on Sam voice to the beautiful image of Bucky to the absolutely everything.

So much horror -- and tenderness -- in this little scene. Nicely done!

guh-uh -stakes tent-

It's not much, since I have a headache in a noisy environment, but it's something...?

(extra kudos if whoever decides to continue on this keeps the Asshole Asset going, bc I felt like the Asset being cocky in this one would make it more fun when it comes to a frustrated, failing Hydra rapist)

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Did he remember how many times it's been someone forced themselves upon him? No. Well, it certainly wasn't the first one, but maybe he was this guy's first one. The Soldier couldn't tell, but only assume. He couldn't recall anyone else doing things to him the way this guy did it and it somehow annoyed him. Not because it felt uncomfortable, because it fucking did, but also because this guy...he's just fucking terrible. If there was a trophy for worst rapist ever. This guy would definitely win by far.

They'd given the Asset a bunch of tranquilizers as a request from the man who was towering above him. He must like it when the Soldier's muscles were all mushy so he could only take it and beg for it to just stop while he ignored him. The Asset was just like a menu. You placed your order and took him in the way you liked it the most, not even considering his own opinions because those don't even matter anyway.

Maybe this man was just clumsy. There was always a clumsy idiot in every fictional story. Maybe reality had these clumsy idiots as well. The Soldier didn't really care for now. The only thing he could hope for was for this failure of a rapist to fuck off soon.

The Hydra official huffed, keeping the Soldier's hands pinned down on each side of his head, hands pressed down on the Asset's wrists. He was thrusting inside of him at the worst pace imaginable. Most agents had a reasonable stamina from their military training and they had experience because they either had a family or had been in prison for long enough to know that dropping the soap was something you should definitely not do. But this guy? He had nothing to offer compared to everyone else who ever had their alone (or shared) time with the Asset. His thrusts came at random, one harder than the other. Sometimes, it'd take way too long for another thrust to arrive because the poor idiot couldn't keep it in. If he could remember, the Asset would've thought he'd had it all. Animals, kinky fucks, dirty talkers, sex toys, sadists, but this... This one was new and somehow, it hurt and scared him more than anything else he could clearly recall in that messed up mind of his.

The Asset didn't know what he should do with this guy. He couldn't fight back or shove him off because he's been put down with drugs. He just had to take it and all the pain that came with it. He only had his mouth to bite, snap and hiss at him, but that didn't stop the guy. He just brushed it off with a laugh, shoving that half-hard cock up the Soldier's aching hole again to continue his awful thrusting.

"zhalkiy neudachnik," the Asset hissed at the man. Maybe taunting him with how he couldn't get it up would make the guy crawl back to his miserable little Hydra bunk to cry himself to sleep or something.

"I don't speak your ugly language, cheesedick," the agent spat back. If the Asset could understand that last word, he'd certainly find it ridiculously unattractive. The only one with a cheesedick was the one pounding in his ass right now, making it hurt even more than a regular Hydra rape. The Asset's forgotten memories would be surprised at how that was even possible.

It didn't work out like this. That was for sure. The agent couldn't keep it up when he had the Asset forced on all fours with his ass pushed up in the air. He wanted him differently and see how that would work out. Maybe fucking him from behind wasn't just his style. Maybe he wanted to see who he was fucking, so he decided to pull back and shove the Soldier around so he was flat on his back.

"vy urodlivyye." The Asset threw him a glare as the man grabbed him by the throat. It didn't even feel like a threat, as if he was scared to grab the Soldier by his throat. "tak zhe kak i drugiye." The Hydra official rolled his eyes and spat at the Asset's face. The brunette growled in return. His spit aimed better than his cock just moments ago.

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Russian translation

zhalkiy neudachnik: Pathetic loser
vy urodlivyye: You're ugly
tak zhe kak i drugiye: just like the others

(OP here) This was amazing and so packed with imagery and emotion for something so short. I hadn't even considered the Winter Soldier saving her, because he has some memory of her and her own situation reminds of similar horrors he has endured, but I love it now that you've written it. I love the mention of his memories of her "beaten down to vulnerability but never surrender."

Thanks for this minifill!

So I decided to post the first part of this because I'm kind of a slow writer, and having it posted is going to motivate me to write faster.

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It's the flowers that give it away. Steve likes to keep flowers around their apartment, for painting and because his ma used to like them. Bucky likes to care for them. He's working his way up to a dog, now they don't have to worry about another mouth to feed, but doesn't trust himself enough to care for a living thing just yet.

The sunflowers on the center table are on the floor, the vase broken. Steve would never leave them there, and there is nothing that could have made them fall.

Not too long ago, his senses would have been immediately on edge as soon as he entered a room. But he's grown lazy, soft (careless). He's coming home from class, and it's a Thursday. The sun is shining and he has bought strawberries to welcome Steve home with a pie. It takes him 2.63 seconds to react.

It's enough time for them to disable his left arm. It's a new one, Stark technology, but still metal and wires, and still susceptible to electric currents in just the right place, just the right intensity. It hurts, the aftershocks running straight through him as the groceries fall to the floor, and he has to resort to the place inside his brain he thought he wouldn't need anymore to help him ignore the pain and fight. They know what they are doing, though, shoot him with something and he only has time to punch two of them away before he's swaying on his feet.

Bucky doesn't think a lot of time has passed when he wakes up, but he is face down on the couch, his wrists bound behind his back and his ankles shackled to a spreader bar. Oh. They're not here to kill him. Or at least not immediately. Still, he thinks, maybe this is just the way they devised to keep him immobilized. Maybe they don't really mean to...

He can hear them moving about the apartment. He tries to pull against the restraints, but it's good stuff, HYDRA, of course, and his limbs still feel sluggish, his brain fuzzy.

"Hey, boss, he's up", someone says. Bucky recognizes the voice, though he doesn't remember the man's name: an agent from the STRIKE team, one of Rumlow's. Bucky tries to turn his head in the direction the man spoke, because it can't be Rumlow, Rumlow is dead.

It's not Rumlow.

Thank you, thank you! I am ever glad to serve the Gods of Porn.

[BIG EVIL WRITER GRIN OF GLEE AND GRATITUDE]

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you give me life!

Bucky maybe talked back at some point, but it was at least a few decades before Sam was born, so it's...not really a current skill on his resume...oh Bucky.

The pie bake-off will 110% end in a food fight after Sam wins three to two in a blind taste test; Steve and Wanda are the opposing votes because the Barnes family pie makes Steve nostalgic and Wanda just plain likes that one better. Nobody will fully understand why Sam mutters "and this is for Mr. Burns" before whipping a slice at Bucky's face. Scott escalates the food fight to epic status. Later that month somebody finally remembers to show Bucky some Simpsons and Sam spit-takes. Natasha watches slot-eyed like she understands and doesn't say anything. Bucky tells her something cryptic in Russian. Sam kicks Bucky in the ankle. Later, they fuck, and it's liberating.

I mean. I should finish this thing before I write the fluff-in-spite-of-horror sequel. >.>

Also thank you, thank you so much, comments like this give writers wings. <333

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