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hydratrashmeme2014-05-30 05:23 pm
trashmod) wrote in hydratrashmeme2014-05-30 05:23 pm
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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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.
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.
dubcon sex pollen gangbang, 1/?
(Anonymous) 2014-11-20 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)“Well, Jesus tittyfucking Christ,” Agent Mercer says grimly.
She's the only one of his team not doubled over coughing or going slowly red in the face, Steve realizes. He's definitely feeling it, even though he only got the one lungful: his face has gone hot and his heartrate is picking up.
Desperately, he tries to mime putting on a mask, but Mercer just shakes her head.
“No point,” she tells him, with remarkable unconcern given the circumstances. “I know what this is.” Behind her, Rollins gives up and gasps for air, chest heaving, then drops abruptly to his knees like a puppet whose strings have been cut.
He can see her mouth moving, but the sounds seem to take their sweet time about making it to his ears. “Aerosolized bioagent.” Mercer glances back at the rest of the unit, now in various stages of collapse on the floor of the lab. “The bad guys never figure on mixed-sex teams, do they?”
The top half of Steve's face is hidden by the cowl, and his hands are clamped over his mouth and nose, but he's pretty sure the way he's bugging out his eyes is getting the message across. He's starting to sweat under the suit.
Mercer smiles, just a little, though she doesn't look happy. “It won't hurt them, Cap. And it won't work on me. Short version is that in about three minutes, those assholes are going to pop boners that won't go down until they fuck someone or their hearts give out. Not sure what it'll do to you, but hey, in for a penny, right?”
She reaches for her belt.
“Don't!” Steve yelps, forgetting all about the importance of not inhaling the drug in his sudden flash of understanding. Oh, God, she's about to...
Mercer keeps talking right on over him. “Supposed to disable the enemy,” she explains, going for the zip of her fatigues, “make 'em injure or kill each other while they fight it out over who's going to rape who. Whom.”
Her panties, Steve can see, are white, with a pattern of little pink hearts. There's a tiny satin bow in the center of the waistband, just over—
He forces his eyes back up, his cheeks burning. “That was an order, Agent,” he says. His voice comes out low and hoarse. The gas doesn't hurt when he breathes it in. He can almost taste it, something sweet on the back of his tongue.
“You want to watch them fight it out?” Mercer asks, jerking her chin back over her shoulder. Blackwell's rising up onto his hands and knees now, his eyes shining with something predatory. “They might not all make it.”
“No,” Steve says, squaring his shoulders. “I mean, I'll do it.”
She freezes, pants halfway down her hips. “Captain? Have you ever...”
“No.” But he's their CO. He can't let her – and it can't be that bad, can it? He'd wanted to, once, when Bucky...
The others are moving now. He can smell the deep animal rut of them over the rising pink fog.
Agent Mercer hesitates for a moment. Her shoulders tremble, her mouth twists, and then she whispers, “Thank you, sir,” and slides back into her clothes.
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Re: dubcon sex pollen gangbang, 1/?
Re: dubcon sex pollen gangbang, 1/?
(Anonymous) 2014-11-20 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)