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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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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.
Organization: hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive maintained by
greenkirtle. If you fill a prompt, drop a link at the fill post. Discussion threads now have a chatter post.If you want email notifications for new comments here, sign up for a Dreamwidth account and click the little bell icon at the top of this post. To read new comments chronologically rather than in threads, use flat view.
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.
fill 2
(Anonymous) 2014-09-22 12:14 am (UTC)(link)He will not scream.
Once he thinks it's finally starting. The mission is over. The hostiles have been terminated. They are returning to the base. His handlers are talking, laughing. The Hulk did well. Now he is sleeping. “Maybe we should give him a gold star when he wakes up,” Hawkeye says. “A reward.”
The Captain chuckles softly and bumps his shoulder against the soldier's flesh side and the soldier thinks abruptly of how generous he is with his team. How he shares out the acclamations.
A reward.
The soldier has been a reward. He is a thing. It doesn't matter what they do to a thing.
It's going to hurt, he thinks. It's going to hurt so much. Worse than one arm. But not – not so bad as two.
(He doesn't have two any more. He doesn't have anything.)
And then nothing happens. No one touches him. No one orders him to strip. There is no hand at his throat, no pain between his thighs, nothing except an acid taste in his mouth and a buzzing in his ears.
By the time they arrive the soldier is shaking.
No one punishes him.
He does not cry. He isn't allowed to cry. He can't remember which of his handlers the Captain was. Was he the one who taught the soldier not to flinch? He tries to be still. His metal arm is the only part that obeys.
“Are you okay?” the Captain asks.
“Yes,” the soldier says. He is undamaged. He is afraid.
“Are you sure?” The Captain frowns at him. “Do you want some company?”
Oh.
Maybe the Captain is the one who made him beg.
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(Anonymous) 2014-09-22 05:48 am (UTC)(link)This fill is heartbreaking and perfect and I can't wait for more!!
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