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Trash Party Dumpster #1
(Will be continued in a Dumpster #2 post if by some unholy hell-miracle this post hits the 5000-comment limit.)
Filthy anon dumpster for sad hobos to fling moldy pizza crusts, raccoon eye makeup tips, and garbage about their sad trash kinks at each other.
AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. One hundred percent Hydra Party Favor Bucky Barnes, Is It Sexy Violence Or Violent Sex?, and Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves: Winter Soldier Edition. BLANKET NON-CON/DUB-CON WARNING, not safe for work, not safe for life, not safe for anyone, read at your own riskof becoming one of us.
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, etc. are off-topic.
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Filthy anon dumpster for sad hobos to fling moldy pizza crusts, raccoon eye makeup tips, and garbage about their sad trash kinks at each other.
AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. One hundred percent Hydra Party Favor Bucky Barnes, Is It Sexy Violence Or Violent Sex?, and Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves: Winter Soldier Edition. BLANKET NON-CON/DUB-CON WARNING, not safe for work, not safe for life, not safe for anyone, read at your own risk
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, etc. are off-topic.
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GO TO TOWN, TRASHBABIES.
Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Round 1 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 2.
Rite of Passage
(Anonymous) 2018-11-13 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)Brock Rumlow was his name, and he had been targeted since the early days of his appearance on Alexander Pierce’s radar. He was a promising lad, with an interesting attitude. With the right tricks and a promise of a good sum of money at the end of the month, Pierce was almost certain he could pull the guy under his wing. In fact, he was quite certain he would get his hands on Rumlow. If Pierce wants something, he gets it, one way or another. He wasn’t afraid to play things dirty if needed. Perhaps he even is at his best when things can be done dirty…
A rite of passage, Alexander Pierce had called it when Rumlow was brought into a room which was nothing more than three cold, grey stone walls. A dirty lightbulb hung from the ceiling and the fourth wall a large window. However, for Rumlow, it more or less looked like a mirror. He didn’t quite like the size of it, or what might be happening on the other side of the glass.
Soon enough, Rumlow figured out that his side of the mirror must be the most eventful one, and that the other side might be the better one to find yourself. But alas…
The ice cold grip of a metal fist around his cock made the recruit’s entire body shiver in the thin air of the little chamber. He couldn’t see the face of the man who was working his way with him, for he was masked and had this long and dark greasy hair that ran all the way down his shoulders. The goggles covering his eyes flickered every now when the single bulb’s light fell upon them in the right angle. The grip on his prick was so mechanical it sent a shiver of terror through his spine, all the way up to the back of his neck where it made his hair rise up on his scalp. He could barely swallow, because he had to avoid the butterfly knife pressing against the flesh of his throat. One move, and he could slit his own throat during sex. How romantic. Rumlow tried so fucking hard not to think about it when the man thrust his hips forward, pushing the recruit into the blade of the knife. Instinctively, Rumlow tried to avoid cutting his flesh, but it was easier said than done.
The man knew what he was doing, or at least Rumlow had the impression that this was the case. He had done this before, more than once. Rumlow found it an odd thing to think about, and thus tried not to do so. He wished that he, for once, could think about nothing at all, but it was hard to do with someone’s cock up your arse and your eyes squint shut tightly enough in order for it to hurt, simply because you didn’t want to look at yourself being fucked against your will with a knife to your throat.
Alexander Pierce sat with his legs crossed, leaning back on the desk chair on the other side of the glass. His fingers picked at the armrests, and his cock’s swell pressed against the silver of his trousers.
Such a pretty boy, this one. Flawless, pale skin soon to be bruised, a cocky face for the Asset to fuck. Rumour has it he likes those best, even if he isn’t supposed to have any clear preferences for anything at all. Perhaps it’s just impossible to freeze and beat all humanity out of a human body…
Rumlow wished he could have his hands elsewhere than clawing at the concrete floor underneath him, but there was no way on earth he could make a move against this solid mass of trained, masked soldier with a metal limb without risking having his throat slit or his cock ripped off. The man didn’t even work Rumlow’s prick, but merely kept it in a stern lock and had continued to add pressure until he had earned a painful noise from his new toy. If it hurts, it is enough. The Soldier doesn’t care much about bruises, if he even has any understanding of what they are…
For him, this was just another task, a stupid job in between proper missions. He had done countless of these tasks before, but failed to remember even just one of them. Yet, he always knew what was to be expected from him, and every time again, he would deliver and succeed. The Soldier never fails. The recruits, however…
Rumlow found it all a big joke, and almost an understanding. He couldn’t really think about things as meticulously as he usually could now that he had some android-like fucker fucking him up the ass. Really, whatever this guy was, whoever this guy is, Rumlow doubted there’s anything human left about him other than the cock in his arse.
The thought of something non-human having its way with him; the thought of a robot fucking him in the ass on his first day at work made Rumlow’s stomach twitch in terror. Surely, there were a lot of weird things known to science these days, but he really just didn’t want to fucking think about it right now. Right now, all he wanted was for this bloke to fill him with simple spunk rather than...literally anything else.
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Several months had passed when Rumlow found himself sitting across the Asset in the back of the van. They were on their way to the meeting point. Next to him sat Rollins, who had been tagging along for a few years longer than Rumlow, who had eventually become his best mate.
While it had been months since his first encounter with the Soldier, Rumlow still preferred to wear collared shirts to work (and anywhere else) to cover up the nasty cut on his throat. Bad luck wanted it that he had almost failed to take the Soldier’s fill, and he’d nearly paid for his weak endurance with his life.
The Soldier’s face was hidden behind the mask and the goggles, as always, yet Rumlow could feel him staring at him (if not right through him). It was a discomforting feeling, especially when he had to think back to the brief history they had together so far. Rumlow knew so little about this guy...
“Don’t worry, mate. He doesn’t remember,” Rollins reassured.
...but the Soldier knew even less about the agent.
Re: Rite of Passage
(Anonymous) 2018-11-13 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)THANKS FOR FILLING Round#1 prompts, just a reminder that you're absolutely allowed to link the these fills in the latest thread, or even post fills there and link to old prompts.
I assume not many people check back here regularly!
Re: Rite of Passage
(Anonymous) 2018-11-14 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)I've been filling some prompts during the past few days, and I drop the links for them on the fill post for people to find these fills on there since I assume there must be at least a few people still lurking around that post from time to time. I haven't been on the trashmeme since the start of dumpster 4 so I missed quite a lot of updates and new routines ehehe but thank you for letting me know!