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

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

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Agent Cooper groaned as he dragged the heavy kevlar vest over his head. It dropped to the safe house floor with a heavy thud, drawing an annoyed glare from his partner.

“You wanna treat your gear with some fucking respect?” Daniel Sharpe said, already banging through dusty cabinets in search of something half decent to eat.

Cooper shrugged, dropping an armload of heavy weaponry on the coffee table before settling with another happy grunt into the soft, ugly brown couch. “Give it up, Danny-boy, we’ve been out here in the ass-end of nowhere for months. I’m too fucking tired to give a shit about where my gear falls, as long as I’m not wearing it to bed again.” He patted the couch next to him, grinning as the Winter Soldier kneeled down on the wooden floor and rested his cheek in the space Cooper had indicated. “I bet you want to get your gear off too, don’t you?” he asked the solder, scratching blunt nails through greasy hair just to watch the Soldier’s eyes flutter closed in pleasure.

Sharpe turned around at his change in tone and sighed out an annoyed huff of air. “Soldier!” he barked. The Soldier’s eyes snapped open, and Cooper frowned at his partner. “Get your stuff put away properly in the spare bedroom, and then you can get all the headscratches Agent Cooper wants to give you.”

Big, hazy eyes looked up at Cooper for confirmation of the order, and Cooper smiled back, digging his fingers into the Soldier’s scalp one more time before letting go. “Yeah yeah,” he said, voice fond and soft, “go get your kit off, and then you can come back for more treats. It’s been a long month for all of us, and you’ve earned something nice.”

The hesitant smile that bloomed across the Soldier’s face as he stood was almost sweet. It was strange how such a ruthless killing machine could turn so soft as soon as the mission was over, but it was endearing too. Most Strike members who got to work with the Soldier grew inevitably fond of the murderous cyborg.

When the Soldier returned, he’d stripped down to his underthings, white scars standing out stark against tan skin wrapped over thick, corded muscle. The solid body, marked by violence and pain, made a contrast with his soft eyes and hesitant smile, an expression that made the Soldier look young and innocent, even as Cooper knew the guy had been killing since before he or Danny were even born. “You wanna come back over here, sweetheart?” he asked, smiling back at the Soldier. The Soldier’s own smile lost a bit of its uncertainty, eyes lighting up as Cooper held out one of the chocolate bars Danny had found during his inspection of what passed for the kitchen in this dump.

As the Soldier rearranged himself back on the floor between his two handlers, Cooper broke off a piece of the chocolate bar, holding it out between his fingers for the Soldier to take. “Good boy,” he said, wiping his fingers off on his pants before returning them to the Soldier’s hair. “You did great, this time. As usual.” The Soldier preened at the words, pushing his head into Cooper’s fingers and nuzzling his cheek against Cooper’s thigh. Lazy heat dragged through Cooper’s gut at the motion, and he felt a stirring in his pants. “You deserve a nice reward, yeah?” he said, nudging the Soldier closer and encouraging him to nuzzle higher up towards his hip.

“You planning to take it to bed?” Danny asked next to him, lifting his head from where it had been resting against the back of the couch and opening his eyes.

Cooper’s tongue dragged over his lower lip as he looked at the pretty creature at his feet. “Yeah,” he said, easy and pleased. “It’s done a really good job, and you know how much it loves being used by a nice hard cock.”

The Soldier whined in agreement at Cooper’s words, nodding into his hip. “See,” Cooper said, laughing, “I know what you want, sweetheart.”

Next to him, Danny sighed again, but he also broke off a piece of his own chocolate bar and stuck it in the Soldier’s face. “Yeah, true. We’d probably be dead in a goddamn ditch right now if it hadn’t taken out those fucking CIA motherfuckers. It’s like having a fucking tank on our side.” He broke off another piece of chocolate for the Soldier, letting his fingers linger in it’s mouth as the Soldier sought to lick off every scrap of chocolate it could get. “Just do it in the Soldier’s room, please? I don’t want to be smelling its come all fucking night.”

“Yeah, alright,” Cooper said. He smiled at the Soldier again, scratching at the particular patch of skin behind its ear that made it go boneless. “That sound good, sweetheart?” he asked, encouraging more nuzzling. “You want me to fuck you real sweet in your room?” The Soldier nodded, a shallow keening emanating from deep in its chest. “Hey,” he said, softly, soothing his hand over its cheek and making it look at him. “It’s okay. I’m gonna make you feel real good.”

ohgod
this was beautiful

*Happy little sigh* Poor sweet, subservient asset. This was perfect!

Oh wow, I love this.

OP here! I fucking love this, thanks anon! Exactly what I pictured. I'd be VERY much in favour of you continuing this just so you know, but the minifill is fucking great

Author!anon here, and I'm so glad you liked it!! I do have a vague idea of a possible little follow-up from Bucky's PoV of how the night goes, but I didn't want to promise anything, thus the [1/1] label. I seem to be busy all the time these days, but writing the first bit was fun, so if that follow up sounds good to you I'll see what I can throw together.

Sounds fantastic!! I'll take whatever you give us tbh, lol

The Asset whimpered, head dropping forward and hair hanging in a limp curtain around his face as Handler Cooper slowly, gently fucked into him from behind. Hazy memories of similar post-mission activities from previous experiences with Handler Cooper bubbled up from the murky depths of his mind. He keened again in anticipation, rocking back on his hands and knees to take the Handler in deeper. True to the memories, Handler Cooper quickly found the spot inside him that liquified his muscles and dragged groaning animal sounds from the back of his throat as his body jerked, back arching instinctively to keep the angle just right.

Handler Cooper laughed, a low and sweet sound that meant he was happy. The sound made the Asset smile. Happy Handlers meant a happy Asset.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Handler Cooper said, leaning down to brush his lips over the hard, scarred planes of the Asset’s back. The Asset nodded, rocking his body again while Handler Cooper continued grinding into his sweet spot. “Come on, baby,” Handler Cooper said in a low voice, fingers tightening on the Asset’s hips, “tell me how much you like my cock inside you.”

Words were not the Asset’s strongsuit, especially on this mission. He had spoken no more than a handful of words in the past three months, having been brought out of storage for his other, deadlier skills, as usual. Orders were orders, though, and he didn’t want Handler Cooper to take away the nice feelings he was giving the Asset. So he dug through his brain for the correct language and the memory of words rolling off his tongue and said, “I love it.” His voice was breathless, with a hint of a cocky drawl in his tone that felt right, somehow, for situations like this. “I love the way your cock feels in me, you fuck me so good.”

The laughter returned, brighter and louder and sharp with pleasant surprise. “Yeah, baby?” Handler Cooper said. “I knew you liked my cock.” He pulled out, shoving back in till his balls slapped against the Asset’s ass, fingers leaving trails of heat on the Asset’s skin as they trailed up his sides. “You’re real goddamn pretty on your hands and knees for me, taking my cock like a fuckin’ pro. Goddamn I love your ass.” He squeezed the thick flesh of the Asset’s asscheeks between his fingers, spreading him further open as he thrust in and out. The Asset’s eyes fluttered at the sensation, mouth open to allow more wordless sounds to escape.

“I’m gonna make you come so much, sweetheart,” Handler Cooper said, dragging a hand down the long curve of the Asset’s spine.

Those hands felt so good on the Asset’s skin. He shivered, even as heat pooled deep in his gut, blood rushing between his legs to fill the thick length of his throbbing cock. It bobbed against his belly with every thrust from Handler Cooper, and he squirmed, wanting, wanting….

Handler Cooper slid a hand around his hip, drew blunt fingernails through the coarse hair on his groin, and wrapped a warm, callused hand around the Asset’s cock. “Shh, baby, I got you,” Handler Cooper murmured, silencing the desperate whining sound coming from the Asset’s throat. “I got you.” He drove in deep, grinding against the Asset’s sweet spot and twisting his hand around the Asset’s cock just so at the same time, and the Asset’s head flew back, mouth wide open and slack as he spilled come all over the dusty wood flooring of his room.

By the time his head stopped spinning, Handler Cooper had rubbed most of the come off his hand onto the Asset’s side and was talking to him again. “You still doing alright, baby?” he asked, unmoving where he was still pressed up deep inside the Asset.

“I am good,” the Asset said brain still sparking with the disjointed waves of pleasure skittering up and down his veins. “Please,” he said, wriggling his hips, “don’t stop.”

“Baby, sweetheart,” Handler Cooper crooned near his ear. “I’m just getting started.”

Oh I love this so damned much. It's sweet and hot and in context it's incredibly fucked up. In other words, perfect.

Unfffffff.

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