Trash Party Dumpster #1

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(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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Re: FILL: Honey, Child, to a Swarm of Bees, 4/?

[dira]

Rumlow laughed again. He lunged in, quick as a nerve-strike, to smash his mouth against the Soldier's, still open in that laugh. The Soldier barely had time to recognize the persistent, wet mouth-on-mouth contact as a kiss--no one ever kissed him, even when he was serving his recreational purpose--before he took advantage of the opportunity to bite, closing his teeth hard on Rumlow's lip. He tasted Rumlow's blood, and then the whole world dissolved in fire.

He heard himself screaming. He knew distantly that it was the shock baton overloading the sleeve on his left arm again, and then something cool and rigid was shoved into his open mouth, clicking into place between his teeth. The pain from his arm eased abruptly, allowing him to be aware of Rumlow's hand pressed flat against his face, holding the metal gag in place in his mouth. Rumlow rocked his hand, and the Soldier felt the pricking of sharpened metal pieces attached to the gag as they were pushed into his cheeks.

"You wanna fight, Cap, you oughta know." Rumlow said, bloody-mouthed and still smiling. "You're only gonna hurt yourself."

The Soldier managed to make a low sound like a drooling open-mouthed growl, and Rumlow just shook his head, digging two fingers in at the edge of the Soldier's eye socket while holding the gag in place, slightly impeded by the helmet.

"Blackwell," Rumlow said, "gimme some help unwrapping this--"

Deft unseen hands unbuckled the helmet and pulled it off, and the Soldier distantly noted Blackwell as another traitor while Rumlow's unflaggingly pleased expression took another turn toward surprise. Rumlow looked over his shoulder--toward Rollins--and then ran his hand over the short golden hair of the wig covering the Soldier's head.

"Oh God, Cap, you really are fucking perfect. This is going to be so much fun."

The same deft hands caught the straps of the gag, tightening them brutally around his head before fastening them. One of the back-curving points on the gag rested against the skin of his cheek, just waiting for some jostling to press it in.

"Mostly fun for me," Rumlow added, taking his hand away when the gag was secured. "But don't worry, Cap, you'll get your sick little rocks off too."

Rumlow kissed him again, and the Soldier could not bite, could only clench his teeth against the gag. Rumlow's lips moved against and inside the forced-wide circle of his mouth, and Rumlow's tongue slid in, touching him everywhere inside. The Soldier tried to push Rumlow's tongue away with his own, which made Rumlow laugh and pull back enough to say, "Fuck, Cap's hot for it!" before kissing him again, slicking his tongue deliberately over the Soldier's until the Soldier changed tactics and smashed his forehead hard against Rumlow's.

Rumlow backed away, but not far: only enough to push up to his feet and open his pants, pulling his cock out. Rumlow grabbed a piece of the broken shield again, shoving it under the Soldier's jaw to make him lift his head. He stared into the Soldier's eyes as he forced his cock into the Soldier's gaping mouth. The Soldier couldn't look away, glaring ferociously up at the traitor. He struggled to move, to fight, to hurt him somehow. The intrusion of hot, firm flesh into his mouth ought to be an opportunity, but it choked him, forcing him to give way. He bit down as hard as he could, hoping to break his teeth against the gag and give himself sharp points to work with, but Rumlow just rocked his hips in and out, bruising the back of the Soldier's throat with the blunt force of his cock, making him gag a little before he pulled out.

"Told you to save your spit, Cap, because that's all you're getting." With that, Rumlow walked around behind him and knelt between his spread legs. He delivered a bare-handed slap to the Soldier's ass, drawing his focus to that battered flesh.

Light as it was, the blow shook through him, making the Soldier's cock jump, and the men around him called out encouragement. Rumlow reached around to grip the Soldier's cock with one hand, squeezing at the head until the Soldier couldn't hold back choked noises of confused pleasure and pain. Rumlow pressed against his asshole with two fingers of his other hand, and the Soldier shook his hips, trying to evade the touch, trying to close himself, to resist.

Rumlow didn't immediately force his way in, though. He just kept touching, stroking, and the Soldier's body knew that touch--it was familiar from serving his other purpose, the recreational purpose. He was abruptly aware that Rumlow had fucked him before, in his other capacity, when he could only lie still and suffer what was done to him. His body remembered the touch; more than that, his body responded to it, thanks to the drugs. He never felt much when he was being used recreationally, but Rumlow's probing fingers made his dick harder--made it spurt pre-come into Rumlow's other hand.

"There you go, Cap," Rumlow said. "I forgot you're a tight-assed little virgin, aren't you? You're gonna take some breaking in. You're gonna love this, though. I promise you that."

Rumlow brought his other hand back, slick with the Soldier's fluid, and pressed harder against his hole, getting it wet. His fingers penetrated just slightly now, and the Soldier's body fell into the known programming, accepting the intrusion when his orders demanded that he should fight it. Rumlow's fingers worked inside him, and his dick jerked again, untouched.

The men all around were laughing and cheering. There was another hand on his cock, stroking it, collecting more of the leaking fluid, and then Rumlow withdrew his fingers and the Soldier felt the pressure of his cock at his hole. He tried to snarl, but the noise came out as an open-mouthed moan, and his attempt to push Rumlow bodily away only pushed him back onto Rumlow's cock, his too-well-trained body easing the way.

"Aw, fuck, Cap," Rumlow worked his dick in slowly, then pulled out and slammed in hard, making the Soldier choke off a scream as the pain and stretching and merciless internal impact went straight to his cock. His balls tightened, and the strange intense pleasure of it made the pain that engulfed his body waver strangely out of focus. Rumlow reached up and put a hand on the Soldier's head, ruffling the short hair of the wig. "Fuckin' tightest--such a sweet--fuckin'--present--"

Rumlow was fucking him in short hard thrusts, and the Soldier kept tugging at his restraints, searching for an opportunity to resist meaningfully. He couldn't reach Rumlow from here, couldn't do anything to him. He couldn't reach any of the other traitors, who were standing back and watching Rumlow fuck him.

"Hey," Rumlow said. "Jack, get over here, what are you doing holding up the wall?"

The Soldier looked up at Rollins, who still stood by the door, watching with his arms folded across his chest. Distantly the Soldier noted that Rollins had an erection. Rollins, he knew, had also fucked him when he was being used recreationally.

His recreational use was separate. Recreational use didn't matter on a mission. When he was used recreationally he was required to be entirely passive; on a mission he was utilized as a weapon.

Rollins had told him he had an extra mission. Rollins had ordered him to be a weapon. To fight.

Rollins said, "You always gotta break your toys as soon as you get 'em, don't you?"

Rumlow fucked into him harder, making the Soldier grunt involuntarily, his wrists slamming against the cuffs. He knew somehow that all of Rumlow's attention was focused on Rollins, that his continued fucking was a display or just automatic movement, nothing to do with the Soldier.

"Fuck, fine," Rollins said, and walked forward. The Soldier watched him every step of the way, eyes on Rollins' face and not his crotch, even when it was directly in front of his face.

"Don't forget your mission," Rollins said firmly, and then added with a smirk as he unzipped, "Cap."

Re: FILL: Honey, Child, to a Swarm of Bees, 4/?

[lauralot]

He...tried to break his teeth to gain a weapon. He tried to break his teeth to gain a weapon.

Well, this is just devastating to my soul.

And Rumlow being excited about the blond hair and Rollins joining in and and and...

I could give you one of those giant portable dumpsters from Hoarders, filled to the brim with expired food and old newspaper, and that would never repay this level of trash.

Re: FILL: Honey, Child, to a Swarm of Bees, 4/?

[dira]

:D :D :D

I, uh, don't seem to have any trash setting except ALL THE WAY DOWN. *g*

Re: FILL: Honey, Child, to a Swarm of Bees, 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god, the poor confused puppy...

I love it. Your Rumlow is absolutely delightful. (and I was only confused for like a second before I remembered ace!Rollins isn't strictly canon. Certainly serves the story here)

Would you accept a throne made of empty soda cans, and a scepter carved from the dead yucca palm I've been meaning to compost?

Re: FILL: Honey, Child, to a Swarm of Bees, 4/?

[dira]

He's getting less confused by the second...

And, yeah, ace!Rollins would not have been able to make this point quite so succinctly, alas.

*climbs atop throne of cans, reaches for scepter and knocks everything over*

Ahem. I meant to do that. For thematic reasons. Yes. Thank you! <3

Re: FILL: Honey, Child, to a Swarm of Bees, 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my God when he tried to break his teeth on the gag. That did it for me. I will remember that forever.

Re: FILL: Honey, Child, to a Swarm of Bees, 4/?

[dira]

:D :D :D

The next bit is gonna be so much fun...