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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.
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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.
[FILL] Order [4] (rumlow gangrape)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)The third finger is ice cold, making Rumlow realize that the metal must have adjusted to the heat inside of his body. Rumlow can’t stop the tiny panting whines that puff out of his nose when those hard fingers start to pump in and out.
Rumlow lifts his unpinned arm, the one with the broken wrist, and slaps ineffectually at the metal. He gives up and rests his fingers on it, savoring the pain as a distraction. The mechanical muscles twitch very minutely under his fingertips.
He wants to get away, far away... Or he wants at least to spread his legs... Reach for his dick and balls and rub away the uncomfortable pressure arising there... He feels himself giving up, losing tension...
It gets to the point where he’s certain he’s never been this open before, and yet his muscles aren’t trying to collapse so quickly. The soldier pulls his fingers out and leans back. Rumlow takes the opportunity to gulp fiery lungfuls of air. Is it over?
Someone says something, something questioning that Rumlow doesn’t catch, and then someone else steps forward. He tenses up again, twisting his neck to see— What are they gonna do to him? It strains his muscles, but he can see Browning, that obnoxious bastard, leaning down.
Rumlow watches in sick fascination as Browning undoes the front of the unnamed soldier’s pants and lifts out his flaccid dick. The soldier does not protest, but looks up at Browning with that same empty consideration he once spared for Rumlow. Just waiting for input, Rumlow realizes, like any machine. And the input Browning gives is a handful of sloppy lube— retrieved from God fucking knows where —and strong pumps of his cock.
“Well, you’re just so fucking prepared, huh?” Rumlow spits. “You guys do this regular? You been waiting? Haze the new guy. I get it. You sick fucks, you shitheads, you—” He dissolves into angry jibes, toxic insults, slurs that would get an office worker in trouble with HR, all of which they shake off with their usual nonchalance.
“You’ve got a mouth on you, Rumlow.”
“I’m glad he’s spunky, though.”
“Tough guy.”
“Calls us what you want, you’re the one about to take it six ways till Sunday—”
“Shut the fuck up—” Rumlow starts, but now the unnamed one traps him around his waist, securing him with a steel bar across his lap. He’s hitched up to his knees, and the soldier, erect and ready, takes his place. The soldier lets Browning rub wet circles into Rumlow’s twitchy flesh, then slides home as soon as Browning backs off.
Rumlow can’t breathe. His mouth stretches open to allow a scream, but the noise stops in his throat, an ember without enough oxygen to be a flame. Someone laughs again— “Look at that face” —but more importantly—
The soldier curls up around him, pressing deeper, bringing his face next to Rumlow’s. The curtain of his lengthy bangs must hide his mouth. “Shh.” The tiniest sprinkle of kisses along the corner of Rumlow’s mouth. His flesh hand comes up to pet the back of Rumlow’s neck— and then it tightens, and the soldier uses his leverage to force Rumlow down further, push his ass up higher—
And then he really gets to work.
“F-f-fuck,” Rumlow mutters entirely against his will, stuttering along with the pace of his leaping heart.
The soldier is as controlled and graceful here as he is in all physical endeavors. He rolls his hips smoothly, never jerking or faltering, never tiring. The fucking is as steady as a piston machine. Rumlow can only ride along and thank mercy that in this, at least, the soldier is not savage. It is not gentle by any means, but the soldier is determined to drill into that spot, that spot that makes the whole thing bearable.
Almost more than bearable... and with that thought, Rumlow flushes deep, ruddy red anew. He tries to breath in through his nose, out through his mouth to keep his head cool, but that shaves the edge off the pain, and then...
Rumlow moans— quietly, breathily...
The crowd simmers down for a moment, then ramps back up even louder. “What a freak!”
The absolute murderous rage that assaults Rumlow then makes him forget about the pleasure for a moment— but only a moment. The soldier lifts himself up higher and then doubles down on Rumlow, stroking more deeply, more thoroughly against that area. “Shh,” the soldier whispers, so quiet it might’ve only been in Rumlow’s head. Sick fuck. Hurry and be done!
With every surge of his hips, like a wave rolling against the shore, Rumlow follows. He braces himself with his arms. The wrist throbs, his heart throbs, his ass throbs, and now his dick throbs— all in time, all with the smooth workings of the machine of a man fucking him soundly into the floor.
The pressure is going to drive him insane. He can’t think straight; he can barely keep his eyes open. He has to get some relief—
“Please,” he hisses.
The soldier somehow catches his meaning. Perhaps he’s simply as practiced in humiliating rape as he is in brutal murder. The flesh hand leaves Rumlow’s neck and reaches underneath to wrap around his cock. He’s barely aroused, really, but his dick is as solid as its ever been, and it pushes through the soldier’s fist aided by the slick of his own precum and the rhythm of the soldier’s thrusting.
He tries to hold back the noises, but he can’t: they push out of him with every deep thrust, every breath knocked out of him, until he’s grunting and groaning, low and stuttering. He screws his eyes tightly shut to miss the stupid bastards rubbing themselves all around him.
The force of his ejaculation is intense. Rumlow drops his jaw and lets it come, pumping over the soldier’s fist, his world going mindless for just a few moments.
He pants against the white floor. The soldier has immediately arrested his hips.
“He came,” the soldier croaks out loud. Rumlow stews over the definition in his head. It wasn’t much of an orgasm, but the pool of his own semen drying on his belly right now would argue its own point.
“Good,” Pierce acknowledges without raising his voice. “Pull out now.”
And the soldier does, withdrawing from Rumlow’s spent body, still fully erect. But even as Rumlow tiredly watches over his shoulder, that red, swollen hard on flags, as if it’s only purpose was to rape Rumlow. Did the soldier garner any pleasure from that at all?
Re: [FILL] Order [4] (rumlow gangrape)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-12 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Order [4] (rumlow gangrape)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-17 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Order [4] (rumlow gangrape)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-13 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Order [4] (rumlow gangrape)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-13 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Order [4] (rumlow gangrape)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-13 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Order [4] (rumlow gangrape)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-13 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)