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garbage all the way down ([personal profile] trashmod) wrote in [community profile] 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 risk of 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.

Natasha/Winter Soldier

(Anonymous) 2014-06-06 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Natasha's graduation exercises from the Black Widow program involve being required to get a semen sample from the Winter Soldier (thanks, fellow trashster!)

Re: Natasha/Winter Soldier

(Anonymous) 2014-07-26 05:28 am (UTC)(link)

Fill - Natasha/Winter Soldier

(Anonymous) 2015-05-20 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Natalia knows well in advance what she must do to graduate from the red room. It is a time honored tradition; old as the institution itself, some say. Word travels far and fast, places like this.

It has been the same exercise for the past years that any of them can remember, so none of the widows are surprised when the man briefs them, laying out their unthinkable task.

A semen sample.

From one of their many instructors – the Winter Soldier himself.

Natalia does not think he is aware of their mission, yet it is called a trial by fire. Most will fail. But she is smart, and one way or another, she will have it from him.

At first, she hangs back. Natalia knows how to bide her time, and she watches her competition closely, circling like a lioness from afar until she has the lay of the land. Only then will she go in for the kill.

One of the first to try is Alyona. She is a bright girl, but too hasty. She is one of the favorites for her boldness, but she will get herself killed and Natalia will be there to take her place when that happens.

They are sparring. And at first, it proceeds like any bout. To an outsider, Natalia is sure it still must seem that way, but she can see the whisper quick flicker of Alyona's fingers darting against the Soldier where they have been trained, teasing rather than incapacitating. She licks her lips – cherry red, plump and shining; Natalia herself wonders what they might taste like under her own – and makes fuck-me eyes at the Soldier who would just as soon destroy her as bed her.

He swats her hands away like they are nothing, and does not glance twice at the girl when he throws her through a wall.

Others are more coy, more subtle. The Soldier does not notice them.

Still others get more bold, grabbing ahold of him in places with no strategic value against a opponent who wears thick leathers to protect himself from them. Larisa ends up on her knees before him, and Natalia feels her own muscle memory tugging her along with the girl – sliding up onto her toes, head tilting back, hands reaching out to trace their way up – The Soldier snaps her neck before she can react. It is a mistake.

A puddle of long, blonde hair beneath his big, black combat boots: “Distraction is death,” the Soldier schools them impassively.

Two techs come to take the body away, cowering in fear of the Winter Soldier. It is clear they do not want to be anywhere near him, hunched and fidgety, but they dare not disobey either. Natalia is not so cowed.

She is the next to step forward.

The feeling burning within her – that Natalia must prove herself after the failures of her competition – is dangerous as well, but she at least knows to save their last task for a more suitable occasion. The Soldier is ruthless on these mats, out for blood. And that is what Natalia will give him.

She knows she does not have the same strength, is not nearly so indestructible, but Natalia is smaller, quicker, more flexible. She dodges his deadly metal arm, twisting herself around him while aiming for points where men are most weak. And she matches him in her viciousness.

Natalia hits as hard and as fast as she can, refusing to be put on the defensive. Fvery blow he lands on her, she pays him back in kind.

There is the rattle of broken ribs beneath his voice when he tells her “Enough,” and one of his cheekbones is newly shaded in blacks and purples, but his eyes pierce her through. He is more attentive than Natalia has ever seen him, and something flutters low in her stomach as she watches the Soldier track the motion of her tongue sweeping blood from her lips.

“Next,” he calls out, and it doesn’t matter that he refuses to glance back towards Natalia. She knows well enough that he wants to - her training against his, and she has won.

Fill - Natasha/Winter Soldier

(Anonymous) 2015-05-20 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
The next step is catching the Soldier somewhere that is not under his authority.

Natalia slips from her dormitory at night, escaping their wardens’ watchful eyes as easily as she had the handcuffs attached to her bedframe, and she stalks the Soldier to a room on the other side of the compound. It is his, but only nominally.

She does not knock, does not make a sound, but the Soldier sits up in bed the moment Natalia sets foot beyond the doorway. His eyes lock onto her figure.

“Soldier,” she greets him, swinging her hips more than strictly necessary as she strides across the cold floor. He does not stop her from joining him on the bed, does not say anything - just watches. He is not like the men Natalia has seduced before.

She is prepared to play the virgin, the girl: something soft and appealing, and she purses her lips, widens her eyes to seem innocent. It comes as second nature now, she notes with some satisfaction.

“Not like that.” The Soldier lays a hand over hers, where she has rucked her nightdress up around her thighs. “Don’t hide your claws from me, Widow.” His fingers dig into the flesh framed by hers, securing her as well as if he means to grapple.

“Natalia,” she corrects him, dropping the act. “How would you have me, Soldier?”

Re: Fill - Natasha/Winter Soldier

(Anonymous) 2015-06-07 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh this is GLORIOUS.

Re: Fill - Natasha/Winter Soldier

(Anonymous) 2015-05-20 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANT FOREVER. Natasha being hypercompetent, catching WS's eye for it, reading people better than anyone else, red room background, YES YES YES.