Revisiting the dumpster classics, and this is probably the third time I'm reading this fic so I feel like only a nice long, substantial review will satisfy. One of the things I appreciate about this fic is that it's not sex with a side of sexy torture. It's just straight-up torture that happens to be sexual, followed by fraught and uncertain comfort. I mean, it still basically runs on porno logic, but there's realism there too. Emotional truth, I guess? Which feels like a bizarre thing to say, but the heart wants what it wants. Anyway.
"Rogers let out an honest-to-god, full-throated moan when Rumlow jabbed the needle into his outer thigh." I like how Rumlow hates Steve and wants to hurt him but has no qualms about being platonically in awe of him, and how his POV reflects that.
"And then Rollins did the sensible thing and grabbed Rogers by the dick. The orgasm hit him like a freight train. He was bent almost double when Rumlow and the others grabbed him, two to each limb, and pinned him to the wall." Really digging the nonsexual orgasms(? is that the right word? are orgasms inherently sexual or what? what is sex)
"The retort to that was beyond obvious, so much so that it would've felt weak if Rumlow'd actually said it in the face of the pure hatred Rogers was glaring at him." Steve has a way of taking all the fun out of subverting him. Another reason to #saynotohydracap, amiright? And even at the end of the fic, Captain America stays unsubverted. Bloody but unbowed.
"Jesus fucking Christ, if he hadn't witnessed the Pet Assassin Maintenance Crew using that thing to do dental work on the Soldier himself without getting their hands bitten off, he'd have to ask himself if SHIELD had a kinky bondage dungeon hidden away somewhere." These two things are not mutually exclusive, Brock. If you seek their kinky bondage dungeon, look around you.
"But after a sharp poke made him open his eyes, he caught sight of Barnes staring at him with his brow furrowed and that bemused frown tugging at his lips, and like the sap he was, Rogers couldn't help but keep eye contact." FUCK THIS ENTIRE PARAGRAPH HONESTLY HHHHHH
"It was Rumlow who got the situation back under control with a sharp kick to Rogers' temple and the muzzle of a pistol wedged between his spread-open lips. "Just try it, big guy," he breathed. "Make my day."" I feel like gun kink is Peak Trash, right up there with stun batons where no stun batons should be, and the combination with the spider gag is truly inspired and you definitely deserve an unruly bale of rusted barbed wire and some broken folding chairs as a reward for this glorious trash.
"Rumlow didn't think he'd ever seen someone reach orgasm by sheer force of rage before." I'll be honest, a lot of what I like about this fic is Steve coming from random stimuli. But this especially is...extremely in-character!
This is deeply nasty and upsettingly sexy and also great and awesome. 10/10 would run a cold fingernail over my naked id again.
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Taxxxon on Chapter 1 Sat 28 May 2016 03:01AM UTC
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