Hydra Trash Meme Recs
So I’ve been wanting to collect all of my favorite Hydra Trash Meme fills in one place for a while now, but my original HTP Fic Rec post is already getting out of control and I didn’t want to just dump everything there. My solution: a separate post devoted entirely to the kink meme!
To keep this list from becoming unmanageable I decided to exclude any fills that are already archived on AO3 (at least that I’m aware of). This post is for the hidden gems that can ONLY be found on the kink meme.
Please note this is kind of a hybrid archive/rec list since I’m absolutely not linking every fill, just some of my favs, but I'm also little less discerning with these than I otherwise would be for a pure rec list since my main goal here is simply saving fills I want to be able to find again. This list is of course geared toward my own incredibly specific tastes too, so I’m sure I’m missing a lot of good stuff. For example, I generally don’t care for Steve trash so if that’s the flavor of HTP you’re looking for I apologize up front.
As with my main HTP Rec List, the fics here are organized into two basic categories – pre- and post-CATWS – for easier searchability. Fics that are crossposted to the main rec list (aka my highest recommendations) are indicated with a heart (♥).
I definitely haven’t read everything on AO3 and searching for fics can be pretty hit-or-miss, so if you come across something on this list that you know is already archived, please send me a link and I will remove it! I want to keep this list to non-AO3 fics ONLY.
WARNING: The following fics are RATED R+ and contain a wide range of potentially triggering content including (but not limited to) abuse, dehumanization, nonconsensual sex, and torture. In addition to this blanket warning, individual warnings/notes may be specified for particularly unusual kinks or content. If you’re looking for fluff or even hurt/comfort, look elsewhere. The only thing you will find here is fucked up garbage and misery.
Pre-CATWS (Classic HTP)
Prompt: Frottage Pairing: Rumlow/WS Words: 600
Rumlow scrolls through the Times on his phone and, without looking up, says, “You know, for the Pinnacle of Stealth, he's not particularly subtle.”
The soldier freezes mid-wriggle. He gives Rumlow a trapped look.
“No,” Rollins agrees, his gaze resting between the soldier's legs for a moment before going back to his own phone. “You let him finish yesterday.”
“Yesterday he wasn't rubbing himself off on the butt of his rifle. That shit's just bad gun discipline. Give him a hand, would you?”
♥ Pedigree Pairing: None Words: 11,000 [Incomplete] Notes: pet play (sort of)
The Soldier is combat ready, all done up in his mask and that kevlar fetish suit the techs think is appropriate – and curled up at the bottom of what looks like a large wire dog cage. He’s laying on his left side, slumped up against the slats, knees drawn halfway up to his chest. Aside from the slight rise and fall of his shoulders, there’s no indication he’s even alive.
“What the fuck,” Brock says again, because he has walked in on all types of shit down here, but this is a whole new level of Twilight Zone.
♥ Prompt: Puppy Pile Pairing: Hydra Agents/WS Words: 1000
A heavy body drapes down over his side from above, cheerfully ignoring how someone’s elbow is right behind him and Rumlow is all squirming against his chest. Mismatched arms push the others away and brace to either side of his body; thick thighs spread and straddle his hip. A stiff lump digs directly into the bruise on the side of his right thigh and Rollins swears a blue streak a mile long.
Oh hell no.
“Who the fuck got the Asset hard?”
Through Everythin’ I Done Pairing: Hydra Agent/Bucky Words: 3400 Notes: suicide attempt, spanking
The only sound in the room is the constant drumbeat of open-handed slaps driving numbness away and replacing it with punishment. The man counts ten, then twenty, his teeth gritted when he loses count between thirty and forty.
The heat burrows into his skin and there's no use trying to think straight with every nerve buzzing in pain, his muscles pulling tight with wracking sobs and wet, miserable noises, his last hope hanging from his neck like dead weight, and it doesn't stop. The rhythm of the major's hand is tireless, inexorable, until the man wants to tear out of his skin to escape the anticipation of each new slap.
Prompt: The Soldier's Pet Pairing: WS/[Redacted] Words: 300
The kid is crying again. He's huddled in the corner, his arms wrapped around his skinny bare legs, and he's trying not to make any noise, but he's crying. His shoulders are shaking. He's biting into the flesh of his forearm to stop the sounds. He knows what'll happen if he wakes the asset.
♥ Trou Normand Pairing: Rumlow/WS Words: 2200 Notes: size kink, feeding kink
The asset hones in on the Commander as soon as he enters the transport van. His eyes flit anxiously to the Commander’s hands, expecting him to be holding—what, he doesn’t know. Expecting. His brow knits as he tries to link the reaction to an unnamable stimulus, slipping like smoke through his fingers as he rifles through the carefully maintained body of knowledge he is allowed to sustain. He looks at the Commander in silent question and the Commander’s face splits into a grin. His eyes slide down the asset’s body in naked appreciation, going sharp and dark in a way that makes the asset feel uneasy, although he can’t name why.
“Yeah, buddy. You remember, don’t you,” the Commander says lowly.
Prompt: Crying During Sex Pairing: Pierce/WS Words: 600
“Look at you,” Pierce rumbles coldly. “You’re a mess. Why are you crying?”
The soldier looks up at him fearfully, wetness blanketing his face and sobs hitching in his chest. The soldier shakes his head. Pierce frowns, eyes sharpening.
“I don’t know,” the soldier forces out after a moment.
♥ Dirty Talk Pairing: Rumlow/WS (sort of) Words: 600
So I've been wondering, Cap. Was Barnes always a faggot, or is that just what seventy years of taking it up the ass does to a guy?
All Filled Up Pairing: Hydra Agents/WS Words: 3000
They’d shoved it into him after they’d finished using him, just before mission prep started. A reward, they'd said, though the Asset had not yet completed the mission; something to look forward to later, but now the mission is complete and the Asset has been wiped down and here he is, strapped down to the table again, the restraints on his ankles holding his legs spread wide apart, his knees bent almost to his chest: on display and exposed for all the room to see.
Prompt: Trash Aftercare Pairing: Hydra Agent/WS Words: 3400
The stairwell door on twenty-five was propped open with a shoe. It wouldn’t have been a big deal upstairs; people ran up and down a few flights all the time, just to avoid those fucking elevators. But twenty-five was closed, waiting until they needed to expand further down. Anyone on this floor was doing something they didn’t want HYDRA to know about. And if HYDRA didn’t know, Rumlow needed to find out.
♥ Three Birds on a Wire Pairing: Female!Hydra Agents/WS Words: 1850
This is how it goes: The women ask him to join them in their room. “We’re gonna get drunk on cheap whiskey and watch dumb movies,” says the blue eyed one. “Wanna join?”
“I can’t get drunk,” the Soldier says, almost wistful except that he does not feel, or want.
The women laugh, a flock of drab birds with sharp beaks. “That’s alright,” they say. “We still want you around.” His heart thumps strangely at the words. It is uncomfortable, but he wants more.
Rank Has Its Privileges Pairing: Rumlow/WS Words: 15,700 Notes: pet play, edging
'Do you want to wear these?' he asks, and it's not an order. An order would be too easy.
'No, sir,' the soldier says quickly, with more vehemence than Brock has heard from him in years. His expression is the one Brock last saw on him when he missed an agent in a training session and ended up with a stun baton at his throat. Brock nods and makes himself look understanding. He can see the shape of the soldier's erection in the front of his fatigues.
'Then I won't touch you now. Come back later and see how you feel then.'
There's a flicker of vulnerability in the soldier's eyes as Brock packs the collar back into his desk, but he turns and leaves the room without saying a word.
All Alone to the Promised Land Pairing: Pierce/WS Words: 2000
Karpov had a feeling the transfer would go this way. Pierce is exactly the type of man who would disrespect this HYDRA cell in this fashion while simultaneously reminding the soldier of his place. So he is not unduly surprised when Pierce orders the soldier to strip.
Karpov’s mask of indifference is not as well-schooled as the soldier’s, but he fights to keep any emotion from his face as the soldier – who had only last week risked his life for Karpov’s during the uprising – begins to unbuckle the straps of his combat gear. Karpov notes the faint tremor in the soldier's hand. He doubts the American detected it.
Love the Things You Do Pairing: Hydra Agent/WS Words: 1550
Sharpe turned around at his change in tone and sighed out an annoyed huff of air. “Soldier!” he barked. The Soldier’s eyes snapped open, and Cooper frowned at his partner. “Get your stuff put away properly in the spare bedroom, and then you can get all the headscratches Agent Cooper wants to give you.”
Big, hazy eyes looked up at Cooper for confirmation of the order, and Cooper smiled back, digging his fingers into the Soldier’s scalp one more time before letting go. “Yeah yeah,” he said, voice fond and soft, “go get your kit off, and then you can come back for more treats. It’s been a long month for all of us, and you’ve earned something nice.”
♥ Give and Take Pairing: Rumlow/WS Words: 2050
“I have a debt to repay,” the Soldier says simply. What the fuck.
“Can you repay it later? We’ve got to clear this place in ten.” Brock tries to pry his shoulder loose again and for a second it feels like the Soldier is letting him, only he’s steering Brock backwards step by step and into the open closet.
“Soldier-”
“I want to thank you.”
Prompt: Asserting "Humanity" Pairing: Hydra Super Soldiers/WS Words: 500
There are lines of cigarette burns down his back and a thumb in his ass, but no one has started fucking him yet. The men laugh and talk behind him, and he buries himself in his task and does his best to ignore them. They do not have the authority to order him around, only to use his body. He does not need to listen to be pliant for that.
Wipes Pairing: Pierce/WS Words: 700
The man has a warm face.
You’re not allowed to touch things without permission, and you’ll certainly never be allowed to touch anyone’s face, but you can see it. You can feel the warmth flowing from his eyes right into your stomach, spreading through your body.
Post-CATWS (HTP Aftermath)
♥ Lay Me to Rest Pairing: None Words: 4000 [Incomplete]
“If you help Hydra save the world, then you can rest. You’ll never have to fight again. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He wasn’t stupid, and he had known his place in Hydra for a long time. He understood perfectly.
Our Share of Night Pairing: Rumlow/Bucky, Steve/Bucky Words: 3300 [Incomplete]
Bucky knocks at the door and that’s a statement, because he could easily break in or break it to pieces, or just enter through the window unseen. He’s not here as an intruder, though. Today he’s a petitioner.
Bucky equally expects Rumlow not to open the door at all, to shoot him right through it or to burst out and challenge him to a fight. Neither happens. The wood creaks as the door opens a gap, the scarred grimace of a familiar face studying him. If he’s surprised, he does not let it show.
We Are Breathing, We Are Seething Pairing: Steve/Bucky Words: 5770
"They had you living in a junk room, huh?" Steve keeps his tone light but he's disgusted, most of all because he isn't even surprised.
"Don't be silly, I didn't live here."
"So it's like a nurses' room?" Some nurses' room. There's a drain in the floor but no sink, and that mattress had more stains than not.
"Something like that."
♥ More for Less Pairing: Steve/Sam/Bucky Words: 28,000 [Incomplete?]
Sex with his new team is, comparatively, a lot of work. Not that James is complaining, obviously - he can handle it, no problem. But they want him hard, for one thing, which takes concentration. He hadn't realized, the first time, until it was too late, and Steve had touched his face with love and worry and infinite gentleness and asked if they were going too fast. Which, fuck that. You don't last long if you make stupid fucking mistakes like that.
Pick at the Shell Pairing: Steve/Bucky Words: 5500 Notes: self harm
The video appears on YouTube at 5:34 EST.
By 6:02 EST, it has 45,000 views. By 6:16 EST, it’s been reported and removed for obscene content. But it doesn’t matter - 42 minutes is enough time for it to be downloaded and re-uploaded hundreds of times across the web.
Marrow Pairing: OMCs/Bucky Words: 2400 [Incomplete?]
Eyebrows has him by the throat. He’s fucking Bucky hard and fast, red in the face, pinning him down. Not choking - probably wouldn’t know how to do it right - just holding him there. One huge, calloused hand steady and sweaty around Bucky's neck.
“I need it,” Bucky rasps, trying to remember Eyebrows’ name. Damien? Daniel? Introductions were several beers ago, and even with his increased tolerance, the night's been something of a blur. Bucky figures it’s forgivable: first names are usually on a need-to-know basis for worthless sluts like him.
Prompt: Triggered Pairing: None Words: 11,500
Clint falls silent when they’re in the elevator, both staring at the floor numbers ticking up. Bucky wills them to go faster so that he can get out, get out of this goddamn metal box with nowhere to go, no room to swing when –
“You okay, man?” Clint asks quietly half-way up.
“Yeah,” Bucky says quickly, “They shot me up with some kind of new painkiller, I guess it hit me pretty hard.”
Clint nods and goes back to looking at the floor indicator. Sometimes, Bucky thinks, it’s almost depressingly easy to pull the wool over people’s eyes. The painkillers wore off hours ago and he wouldn’t let them give him more. He couldn’t face the idea of being in this state and being even slower, more defenseless.
For I am the Ugliest Prey Pairing: Hydra Agents/Bucky Words: 1600
How fucking foolish he had been, he realizes. To think he could have this life, for himself, by himself - and what kind of life has this been, anyway? Scribbling in notebooks and sleeping on the floor? Who was he kidding? Stupid, to think he could be a self at all, and not a thing, an object, a hole, a weapon, an arm, a myth. To let himself believe, even for a short while, that he was anything better than the filth they shaped him into - he should have known better than to get his hopes up, known better than to think the word hope at all. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
♥ Secondary Function Pairing: None Words: 1700
It will happen after a mission, he thinks. The Captain will not want to compromise his operational efficiency until after their objective is complete. They will return, the soldier will deliver his usual status report, and then the Captain will tell him to kneel. He will tell him to drop his weapons and bare his neck, and the soldier will obey.
He waits. He waits and it does not happen.
Smash All Your Mirrors Pairing: Steve/Bucky Words: 15,500 [Incomplete?]
“We can still –”
“No,” Bucky interrupts, shoving himself back up on his elbows, and now he’s loud and angry, the way that he can turn on a dime these days, “The only way I’m going to come is if you push me down and use my hole because that’s how it is now. Do you want to know how I know?”
Steve doesn’t say anything because he can’t trust himself to keep his voice steady. This is Bucky’s thing, spitting the worst of his past out like bullets and seeing who will run. He went through a lot of therapists that way. Steve feels like he’s been hit in the chest. He makes himself breathe in, reminds himself that he’s never run from anything.
Prompt: Terrified of Hurting His Handlers Pairing: None Words: 900
Bucky feels a hand on his shoulder, and he reacts instinctively, grabbing the hand by the wrist and twisting and yanking. He turns just in time to see Steve thud into the wall, and his brain abruptly comes back online.
It was Steve who touched him. Steve. And Bucky hurt him.
Terror roils through him so fast that he feels dizzy with it. Steve looks after him, feeds him and smiles at him and keeps him safe. Bucky is not allowed to hurt him. That means punishment.
Prompt: You Can’t Get Filth Any Dirtier Pairing: Rumlow/Bucky Words: 3000 [Incomplete]
He was listing slightly to the left from the weight of his deactivated metal arm, but as Steve watched he held out his hands, eyes fixed on Rumlow. "Take the cuffs off me. I'll do it."
Rumlow looked at him speculatively. "I don't know, that idea isn't what I'd call novel."
"Exactly." Bucky sounded like every word was cut out of him, and Steve could see his throat working in the pauses. "Why bother breaking him in when I remember everything?"
Asset Management Pairing: Steve/WS Words: 25,600 [Incomplete] Notes: D/S, sounding
“Hey, where are you right now?” Handler Rogers asks hurriedly but not angrily, so it couldn't have done anything terribly bad by losing focus.
“We’re in the kitchen, Stark Tower apartment...New York...City?” The Asset hesitates, unsure how thorough Handler Rogers expects it to answer.
“That right, Asset. Good job.” Handler Rogers puts a bracing hand to the Asset's cheek, it leans into the touch. It did good. The unimportant warmth is back in its chest.
Secrets Pairing: Steve/Bucky Words: 3300
Steve stares into his eyes when he’s inside Bucky. His look is one of eager reverence. Sometimes, Bucky can almost pretend Steve is not gentle, but even the firmest of Steve’s touches remain stubbornly free of ulteriority. Warm hands against his chest. Warm lips pressed against Bucky’s own, and it’s nice, it is, but it’s so straightforward. There is nothing Bucky can catch himself against on the smooth mass of Steve’s affections.
In A Certain Light Pairing: Hydra Agents/Zemo, Hydra Agents/WS (past) Words: 2580
He has been here for three days. He has been dangling from the pipe for only a few hours. They took his shirt, cut it from him with a knife and left scratches on him. Like kittens, they are careless in their work. It took all of Zemo’s willpower not to laugh at their ineptitude. He had assumed the remnants of HYDRA would be the most intelligent and skilled of their ranks, but apparently he was mistaken. Three days and they have nothing from him, nothing at all.
