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Dumpster #2: ...'Cause a Hydra Trash Party don't stop

Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Welcome to Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves 2: Electric Boogaloo. AKA the seamy sexual-violence-and-violent-sex underbelly of Captain America fandom, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.

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, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.

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Round 2 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 3.

"Sometimes I think you like getting punched."

(Anonymous) 2015-05-20 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Secretly, yeah, Steve does kind of enjoy charging into a fight where he's ludicrously outmatched and getting the crap beaten out of him for the greater good. He's got a masochistic steak a mile wide, although not coupled with submission--the opposite, in fact. It's not the pain on its own, it's the defiance in the face of serious pain, the continuing to fight long after he should be down for the count. And, okay, maybe he's more into the martyrdom and self-sacrifice than he should be.

It's not sexual, though. Until. One day he's trapped and at a hopeless disadvantage (pick your poison: depowered, drugged, wounded, up against an Asgardian or someone else way out of his weight class...) and his opponent, instead of beating or torturing or trying to kill him, pins him down and rapes him. Which is something he never even considered might happen to him, and at first he's overwhelmed with shock/horror/panic and can't deal at all. But eventually he starts regaining his equilibrium and fighting back, and soon he's in full "I could do this all day" defiant little shit mode. Even getting a thrill of satisfaction out of facing something this unthinkably awful and still picking himself back up and resisting in the face of intense suffering. In fact... OH NO.

It's an act of power and humiliation, not sexual desire... but sex is the tool, and his body responds in kind, and Steve is utterly horrified to find himself getting off harder than he's ever gotten off in his life. Not just from physical response to stimulation--from his own stoic masochism while being raped.

Bonus for Steve being really fucked-up about it in the aftermath, tying it into his existing angst about whether he'll ever be able to experience life outside the paradigm of war and violence, ignoring any sign that he's going through some of the normal negative aftereffects of the assault--because he enjoyed it, right? Why should he get to complain?

Double bonus for h/c if someone else finds out.

Re: "Sometimes I think you like getting punched."

(Anonymous) 2015-05-21 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
So Steve has a thing for snarky defiant Steve Rogers? Wow, that's meta.

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Pierce/Other(s) (Fury/Pierce & Pierce/WS): gun kink

(Anonymous) 2015-05-21 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Pre-ca:tws, Pierce is trapped in a siege. But, unlike the situation in Bogota, Pierce doesn't get a chance to escape before the terrorists take control and he becomes their most valuable hostage.

Which leads to Pierce being forced to deep throat a gun (amongst other things) by terrorists who're aware that he's a senior US diplomat but have no clue about his status within SHIELD or HYDRA.

Bonus 1: After his release Pierce tracks down the terrorists responsible for his degradation and forces them to deep throat a gun immediately AFTER Pierce has fired it.

Bonus 2: Same as Bonus 1 PLUS, Pierce continuing to use WS sexually while pursuing a vendetta against the terrorists who sexually abused him. Pierce's disconnect being his perception of WS as an object - an It - that can't be abused as It only does what Pierce tells It to.

Bonus 3: Same as Bonus 1 & 2 PLUS, Pierce being in a relationship with Fury. Just... Picture Fury aggressively hunting the terrorists responsible for abusing his lover, not managing to get to them before they're brutally murdered by Unknown Persons (Pierce), and being consumed by guilt that he can never give Pierce the justice and closure he deserves. But a few hours or days after each killing, Pierce always visits Fury to get the post-homicide adrenaline rush fucked out of him.

Bonus 4: Same as Bonus 1, 2 & 3 PLUS, Pierce using the "I don't want this to ruin sex for me." line on Fury in a shamelessly manipulative way.

Or, like, no bonuses at all as I'd be really happy to just read a fic where Pierce gets face-fucked with a gun until he weeps.

Re: Pierce/Other(s) (Fury/Pierce & Pierce/WS): gun kink

(Anonymous) 2015-05-22 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh, Pierce's relationship with Fury is definitely something I'd like to see.

Some R&R

(Anonymous) 2015-05-22 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Rollins/Rumlow jack on top, dub/non-con. Bonus points if Rollins just keeps sweetly reassuring him even as Brock begs him to stop. Reasons and circumstances up to you

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(Anonymous) 2015-05-22 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
I'm gonna make you very happy very soon sweet thing

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Steve, medfet + objectification

(Anonymous) 2015-05-22 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve is captured by Hydra... and immediately turned over to their doctors and scientists so they can experiment on the one successful recipient of the serum. Cue lots of different people touching him and talking about him like he's nothing but a body--not even his body, a miracle of science created by Erskine and Stark. Some of them are clinical, some are casually hurting him or performing invasive tests, some are curious, some are admiring; one of the female scientists isn't shy about the nature of her admiration, and that turns the whole thing towards a general grope-fest, with lots of hands on him feeling up his muscles and other... assets. But all of them completely detached, like he's not even there. Maybe they keep a bag or hood over his head to keep his face from distracting anyone. Just, lots and lots of objectifying attention to his ~ideal body as a scientific marvel.

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(Anonymous) 2015-05-22 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yes to this! My heart. ;___;

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The one with Pierce's daughter, actual daddy issues

(Anonymous) 2015-05-23 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
So, I saw this cute thing on tumblr "imagine being Pierce's daughter and falling in love with Bucky Barnes".

And I realize I need this in my life, but with all the trash that comes with it.

So yeah, I want Pierce's daughter falling in love with Bucky. Maybe he's ordered to escort of protect he in dangerous territory, I don't know. In any case, somehow they spend more time together than expected, and get cut off from the other agents. Bucky's out of cryo too long, starts becoming himself, and something blooms there. Maybe it's the adrenalin of being in danger, but they kiss, have sex, whatever. Neither daddy Pierce nor the other men suspect, because Bucky did a good job at protecting her and gets her home safely.

Anyway, she doesn't see him again until maybe a few years later, on a mission to save her (she does get in trouble a lot), but she then discovers that he has no memory of what happened between the, and starts getting suspicious. (He does seem to have some basic knowledge about pierce and family programmed in). Feelings rekindle all over again,and this time she goes digging when he disappears again.

Cue her digging up all the evidence on her father, Rumlow and half of Hydra torturing and raping the Winter soldier.

+bonus points if she actually sees audiovisual material of her dad fucking the man she's fallen in love with.

++if she and Bucky somehow end up having sex even after she knows, possibly on the same day he was fucked by daddy Pierce and/or Rumlow and there's still cum as evidence.

+++ if Bucky knows that she knows, and is desperate about it because he wanted to compartmentalize that part.

++++ if she wants to blow the lid on it, but daddy Pierce manipulates her into shutting up despite knowing what happens, because it would hurt the family.

+++++ if Pierce actually offers Bucky as a sex slave to his daughter at some point, sort of half-acknowledging she finds him attractive, but not being able to comprehend someone could actually LOVE a creature like Bucky.

+++++If they somehow have to face each other post-WS again.

Cue guilt-disgust and self-loathing on both ends. Could be either a sad or hopeful ending, whatever's your poison. I'd appreciate no *actual* incest, I just like the disturbingness-by-proxy.

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(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Are you okay with this being filled in drabbles? Like, with multiple parts? Because It'll take me a hella long time to try to shove it in one chapter. If you have an ao3 and want to hit me up more to talk about it, my user is odysseus_caesar.

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Brock marking his territory by pissing on Jack, Bucky, and the whole STRIKE team.

(Anonymous) 2015-05-23 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
That's it. That's the whole prompt.

MINI FILL: Brock marking his territory by pissing on Jack, Bucky, and the whole STRIKE team.

(Anonymous) 2015-05-23 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
There's too much beer involved. That's usually the case whenever Brock does something so fucking stupid. Jack looks down at his boots, the leather is wet with beads of piss.

Murphy's still in shock, his mouth gaping open and closed like a fish out of water. Mercer looks like she's going to kill Brock right here and now.

"What the holy fuck was that?" Anders asks, pouring a glass of water on her boot and scraping it against the wet grass, her mouth curled with disgust.

"You're MY team. I'm your Alpha. Felt like marking you." Brock shakes the piss droplets off of his cock and tucks himself away. "Now, you're mine." He crosses his arms and grins with all his neat white teeth. "You're all now officially STRIKE."

"Um, Boss?" Westfahl raises his hand like a kid in the very back of the class who finally wants to ask a question, "You didn't pee on me."

Brock shrugs, "Ran out." He grabs another beer from the cooler, cracks the cap and swigs. He leans back against the table as if peeing on your co-workers at the company picnic was no big deal. "Next time, don't fuck up the op and I'll make you a part of the official team."

Westfahl nods and sighs, actually looking forward to getting pissed on. Looking forward to belonging to the club. Jack shakes his head at Mercer who is smiling with tight lips and running her thumb over the spork in her hand. He walks back into the house to get some paper towels and Brock hollers, "Bring out some more tater salad!"

Just another day with the usual bunch of assholes. Tomorrow though, tomorrow they get to babysit Captain fucking America. Jack carries out a roll of towels under one arm and a bowl of potato salad in the other. "You gonna piss all over Rogers too?" Jack asks.

Brock slyly smiles and elbows Jack in the side, "Only if he asks for it. Real pretty like." Anders snorts. "Tell you what. You pull this off and all of you can pee on Cap. All over him."

"That's so fucking gross." Mercer makes a vomiting sound, "Anyways the logistics aren't right for Anders and I, so you boys can do all the pissing, " she waves her hand vaguely, "Things." Anders nods in agreement, but she looks more thoughtful about the offer than Jack trusts.

"Let's hear it for Captain America!" Brock holds up his beer, "He has no idea what he's in for. Let's make it fun and messy!" Jack laughs in spite of himself as Murphy frantically wipes at his special vegan boots. "Here's to the best bunch of assholes I've even had the pleasure of working with. Look at me, I'm getting misty. I should mark you all again..."

The chorus of "No!" "NO!" "NOO!" echoes out of Jack's backyard and everything's pretty much perfect.

Maximoffs Meet the Asset

(Anonymous) 2015-05-23 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
Pre-AoU, Wanda and Pietro get paired up with the Winter Soldier on a mission (I'm just... gonna ignore timelines and the fact that Wanda and Pietro probably never were assigned to anywhere because FANFIC). Something along the way triggers Bucky and he decides to make a run for it, and since the Maximoffs have been having second thoughts of their own, they follow suit.
And they all get recaptured and it's generally terrible and traumatic for everyone involved.

Basically just Wanda & Pietro teaming up with Bucky for a little anti-Hydra rebellion and all three of them getting punished for it.

Bonus points if after AoU, Wanda runs into Bucky when Steve finally finds him. Bucky's memory is shot to hell, but she's familiar and of course Wanda has very vivid memories of what happened.

Maximoff trash party

(Anonymous) 2015-05-23 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
I just need alllll the badwrong fic about Wanda's mind powers and/or the twins as Hydra test subjects.

- One of Strucker's men tries to force himself on Wanda and ends up horribly, permanently mindbroken after she lashes out
-- Later on, she endures sexual abuse from someone else without fighting back, in order to save Pietro from mistreatment
- How did she test and practice her telepathy, anyway? On Hydra volunteers? On Hydra 'volunteers?'
- During a post-AoU training exercise with Steve, Natasha, or Sam, she accidentally stumbles upon some trashtastic memories which both of them then have to relive in vivid detail.

rimming/felching as cleanup from trash party

(Anonymous) 2015-05-23 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Inspired by another fill on this meme:

HYDRA captures Steve and they make him watch a particularly brutal trash party gangbang on the Winter Soldier. They usually just hose him down afterwards, but with Steve there they decide to make Steve help his brainwashed assassin former best friend by cleaning up the Soldier's messy, gaping hole with his mouth and sucking out all those fluids and soothing the pain with his tongue.

Bonus points if that's what gets the Soldier off. Extra bonus points if Steve gets off on the Soldier getting off.

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(Anonymous) 2015-05-24 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Fffffffffffff yes this a lot of this

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I'm in a fic drought here, i'm so thirsty, plz save me. :(

(Anonymous) 2015-05-25 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
So, ok, hear me out here. I really love HTP fics. My faves are generally the ones involving Brock Rumlow and/or Jack Rollins (insert swooning over Hydra Husbands here), because I adore those two trashtastic fucking losers the most. Of course, I don't see NEARLY enough stuff with Jack, so I am a little bit of a thirsty motherfucker for this dude. No, I mean i'm so fucking starved of what I want with him, that my cravings have gotten more gross and more fucked than what they started out as.
And just what do I want? I want someone to come and totally fucking wreck this bitch. I mean, just abuse and humiliate and torture the fucking soul (assuming he even has one) out of him. I don't care who does it, I don't care how it's done. I like Jack so much, and I want to see him absolutely fucking destroyed.
Give me trash about trash happening to this trash: rape, assault, humiliation, forced anything and everything, experimentation (the horrible Hydra sciencey kind), torture/sexual torture/torture porn/gore porn, etc., you can even fucking kill him off at the end if you fancy. You could give me a 5k-word sickeningly graphic description of Brock tying him up, letting the whole STRIKE team and the Asset and Brock's goddamn dog rape him repeatedly, and then cutting him open and fucking his guts while he bleeds out on the floor- and I would simply love you for it.
So, c'mon, guys, this poor bastard is such a painfully under-abused character in this fandom! Show him some trash love (as opposed to real love, which definitely does NOT involve wanting to see the object of your affections in excruciating pain and anguish- see? I am totally self-aware!)!
I issue this challenge to the terrible-fantastic writers here: ***MAKE JACK ROLLINS SUFFER***
<3

fuck or die

(Anonymous) 2015-05-25 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
This is a remix of a prompt that got posted ages ago, which I now cannot find, where Bucky gets sex pollened and has to have sex before he's ready. Kudos go out to you, anonymous genius.

In this prompt: it's Steve who gets hit, with a fuck-or-die kind of sex pollen. He and Bucky are alone together, so it's Bucky who has to take care of it for him. Sure, Bucky wasn't feeling up to sex yet, but he's had worse. He'll be fine. Right?

Cue Bucky absolutely not being fine. My dearest wish would be for Bucky to run the entire trauma gauntlet, from discomfort and shame all the way to flashbacks, and he still makes himself push through it for Steve's sake. Meanwhile, on Steve's part, there is a lot his pollinated brain just isn't registering, so he's... not cruel, but it's also not like he stops even when Bucky is visibly freaking out. Also ++ for Steve's enhanced stamina and diminished refractory period becoming terrible, terrible things.

And afterward maybe they both feel like they took advantage of each other, or MAYBE Steve's forgotten everything and Bucky has to decide whether to tell him, OR Bucky is kind of viscerally afraid of Steve now and hates himself for it, or?? anything works for me

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His handler is fucking him open with three slick fingers, rough and deep, and he quiets his mind against the pain of it. He's always tight: no matter what they do to him, his body repairs itself, and each time hurts like the first. He steadies his breathing as the familiar sick misery unfurls in his chest, and tries to relax, and then he realizes his mistake and thumps his head softly against the pillow in exasperation and says, "Um. Hang on."

Steve's hand goes still. "You okay, Buck?" When he doesn't answer, Steve slips his fingers carefully free, and shoves lightly at his shoulder until Bucky rolls obligingly onto his side and lets Steve see his face. "Hey. What's wrong?"

Bucky gets his shit together and summons a smile—a little wobbly, maybe, but sincere. "Aw, no, everything's good, just need a minute." Steve is flushed, tousled, adorable: his eyebrows lifted in concern, his cock hard and hopeful between his legs. Bucky feels a little bad about that, but—they'll get there, they will. Just not tonight. He sits up, and plants a kiss on Steve's sweet, open face, and swings his legs off the bed. "You're perfect, you hear me? Didn't do anything wrong." Breathe. He has to make himself breathe. "But I can't, turns out. Not yet. I'm gonna step into the washroom, give you a chance to take care of—anything you need, and when I come back we're gonna get under the covers and I'm gonna snuggle you like I know you like, don't try to deny it, and we're going to have, um. The sex talk." He can feel the heat in his cheeks, turning them pink, but he says all this straight on, chin up, because he never used to be shy and there's no reason to start now. "That sound okay to you, doll?"

He locks the bathroom door behind him, which is silly but makes him feel better, and splashes cool water on his face. He's safe: he's in Brooklyn, in Steve's apartment, and he has no handlers anymore. They'd run a successful mission today, cleared a Hydra base with Nat and Sam, and this time the hard, furtive kisses afterward had ended up in bed. Finally. But as much as he wants it, he should've known it wouldn't be that easy. He sighs, and dries his face, and shrugs at his reflection in the glass. They'll make it work. But first, there's evidently some shit he's got to explain.

Back in bed, he pulls Steve close against his chest. Steve has put on pajama pants and a soft t-shirt, and he comes easily into Bucky's arms, hums in contentment as Bucky spoons up behind him and presses a kiss to the nape of his neck. He really does love this, Bucky thinks, and he might be confused, a little, but he's not upset. Bucky wants to talk, and hold him while he does it—so Steve will listen, and let him.

"Okay," Bucky says. He keeps his voice low: his mouth is right by Steve's ear, and this is a nighttime conversation anyway, soft and easy in the sheltering dark. "Three things. First, I love you, and I really, really want to fuck you." Another kiss, for good measure, and Steve shivers happily against him. "Reckon that's obvious, the way I put my hands on you every chance I get, but it's the truth and it needs saying. Second." This is harder, and he has to work his way through it. "I was—the Asset was—" He feels Steve go still in his arms. "I was no one for a real long time." Steve makes an unhappy noise, and Bucky shushes him, pets at him a little to soothe him. "The techs, the handlers—I was at their mercy, you know?" He says it without pain, without bitterness. These are his ghosts, and it's up to him to lay them to rest. "And it was better, easier, if they—weren't pissed at me. If they were happy. So even when I wasn't thinking about it, I guess I was always kind of thinking about it, like—how do I stay out of trouble, how do I give them what they want." He laughs a little, to break the tension. "Didn't always work. The point is, I know I don't have to do that anymore, but it's—it might be kind of a habit, yeah? No big deal, for the most part, but when it comes to, ah—"

"Sex," Steve supplies.

"Yeah. Sex. I just, I need to make sure that isn't part of it. So you gotta let me lead, is what I'm saying, at least at first, you gotta let me set the pace. I don't want to put us in a situation where—" He falters.

"I ask for something sexual and you say yes so I won't be pissed at you? Yeah, Buck, let's try and avoid that, please." There's a pause, and Bucky cards his fingers through Steve's hair, calming. Then, in a different tone, Steve asks, "Is that what happened tonight? Did I—push you?"

"Hey." Bucky gives him a squeeze, for comfort and to shut him up. "Don't freak out on me, okay? This isn't bad stuff. I mean, it's not bad stuff to talk about. And none of it's your fault. But I wanna fuck you, so we have to work through it, that's all. Tonight—I don't know. That's the problem, that's why we gotta slow it down. I wanted it, but at some point I started reacting like—well. That's the third thing, actually." Another kiss, a soft nip at the knob of Steve's spine. "We good?"

Steve clears his throat, and gives a suspicious sniff, but he presses himself into Bucky's embrace, trusting, and his voice when he speaks is gentle. "Yeah, we're good. I get it, and—of course. Next time, you take the lead. You just tell me what you want." Bucky waits while Steve plays that back to himself, and grins in the dark when Steve makes a low sound that isn't unhappy at all. "That'll actually be—fuck, you know me, I'll love that anyway."

"Okay," Bucky says, and his heart feels a little full now, and he kind of wishes he'd said two things, so they could leave it at that, and he wouldn't have to finish it. "Okay, so: third." He's glad again for the night, for its easy confidences, and for the way they're snuggled up, with Steve's back to his chest, so he can close his eyes. "You're not gonna like this part, but it's okay, I promise, we just—gotta talk about it." He steels his nerves, and keeps his voice even. "I don't know why anyone wanted to fuck the Asset, I mean I really can't fathom the appeal, but some of them—did." A lot of them would be overkill, Bucky thinks, even if it's the truth: it's not necessary to get his point across, and Steve's going to take this hard enough as it is. "Some of it was sick shit, and some of it was relatively, um, normal, but—I always hated it."

He feels Steve turn his head, to press his face against the mattress. "Oh Bucky," he says, and it's a little muffled, but he's not freaking out. "I'm so sorry."

Bucky strokes his hair again. "It's okay," he repeats. "It's over. The reason I'm telling you is, those memories are still there, and if we take things too far too fast—or, hell, even if we don't, sometimes—I'm gonna get, ah, sidetracked. Forget where I am, who you are, and start reacting like you're one of them. It sucks, but it's no one's fault—not either of us, I mean. We just gotta be careful, that's all."

Steve's breath is shaking, a little, and they both wait for it to calm. "Is that what happened tonight?"

"If I say yes, are you gonna start blaming yourself?"

After a minute, Steve shakes his head. He's probably lying, Bucky thinks with fond irritation, but it'll have to do. "That's good, Stevie, because that's the point of what I'm telling you. I need you with me, taking this shit as it comes. So, yes, that's what happened. Only for a minute. And then I realized, and called a time out, and now look at you: letting me talk, giving me exactly what I need." He knows Steve will like that, and sure enough, there's an encouraging little wriggle in his arms. "That something you can work with?"

Perfect, he thinks, to end it on a note of challenge, and wake up the stubborn animal in Steve that never backs down, get it on his side. "Yes," Steve says, and his voice is stronger. "Yeah, Bucky, of course. I'm with you, you know I am. We'll figure it out." He moves purposefully, and Bucky loosens his grip, lets Steve roll over to face him. "Thank you for telling me. Thank you for trusting me." Bucky suffers a kiss to be planted impetuously on his nose. Another one, sweet, on his lips. "Thank you for not letting me—make it worse. You've got my back, I've got yours. I love you."

And it's good, after that. It's really fucking good. Slow, yeah, slower than Bucky would like, because his limits turn out to be pretty—limited, but Steve is patient, and adorably turned on to be ordered around, and after a month or so, when Bucky can take Steve's cock in his mouth with only residual anxiety, he knows it's working. Letting Steve touch him below the waist is still a day-by-day thing, sometimes he can and sometimes he can't, and he gets frustrated because he wants Steve's hand on his cock, Steve's mouth, fuck, he wants to come in Steve's tight little ass, but—that's a good kind of frustration, directed at the situation more than at himself, and wonderfully clarifying. He gets sidetracked again, but not as often as he'd feared he might, and never so badly as that first time, because he's watching out for it, and so is Steve, and because he knows he doesn't have to be shy about asking for a break, knows Steve won't take it the wrong way, get down on himself, miss the point that this is what Bucky wants, if the fearful, beaten thing that inhabits his skin sometimes will only lay its head down, let itself be soothed.

So when they're working their way through an abandoned Hydra base a month after that, just the two of them this time, and Steve kicks open a locked door and gets a cloud of familiar pink gas to the face, Bucky takes a moment to feel grateful that they've been building up to this. Well, not this, obviously, this is going to be rougher and scarier than he'd like, and Steve is going to be a guilty mess afterward, and fuck Hydra, seriously, what utter and irredeemable bastards, but—they'll get through it, they'll be all right. "What," Steve says, coughing, frightened, "what the fuck—Bucky, stay back, there's gas—" But that was one dose, and it dissipates quickly—the stuff wouldn't have much tactical use if it stayed potent when it dispersed through a room, although it would be pretty fucking funny—and Bucky closes the distance between them, lays a reassuring hand on Steve's arm. He's got maybe a minute before Steve starts feeling the effects, and he'd better explain what he can.

"Hey," he says. "Easy. You're fine. It's going to be fine."

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WS dp's Steve with a stun baton

(Anonymous) 2015-05-25 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Winter Soldier dp's Steve with a stun baton while the Strike Team taunts and beats them both. Forced orgasms and overstimulation for Steve. Steve can know/find out who WS is or not.

Sexpollen, Self-lubrication, Bottom!Steve, NOT A/B/O

(Anonymous) 2015-05-25 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I just really want Steve getting sex pollened and self lubricating, because those are two of my biggest kinks but they don't generally exist outside of A/B/O, which is generally pretty squicky for me.

So maybe Hydra tries a sex pollen drug on Steve and the self-lubricating is an unexpected bonus, and Steve is horrified at what's happening to his body but he takes whatever they give him with desperate moans, alternating between begging for more and begging for them to stop. Bonus points if he starts out being restrained but they free him at some point but he's too horny to fight/can't stand the idea of escaping if it mean's he won't get fucked.

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First Avengers POW Trash

(Anonymous) 2015-05-25 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
HYDRA are a bunch of vile and nasty fuckers who take to Bucky because there were no local women to be raped, and he's the next prettiest thing, so the various HYDRA officers pass him as their little doll and plaything, complete with misogynist namecalling. Sometimes Bucky even volunteers himself if it means sparing the other soldiers, or if it means favors like extra blankets, food, and water for everyone.

Maybe Steve finds him under different circumstances too. Instead of strapped to Zola's table in the middle of chaos, Steve sneaks in on the middle of a horrific gangrape session instead.

Bonus points if at some point Red Skull and/or Zola join in on the fun in the middle of their experimentations.

Extra bonus trashy points if they use it to gauge how much he's been bolstered by their serums, such as how long he can hold out before cumming, how fast he heals as they claw him up during a rough fuck session, etc.

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YES PLEASE. YOU ARE SINGING MY TRASH SONG, FRIEND.

I need more wartime Bucky-centered trash more than I need a lot of things in life. And this hits so many sweet spots for me. The humiliation and name-calling, Bucky being all self-sacrificing to save the other soldiers from having to go through it, and the horror of Steve walking in on something like that, seeing Bucky being used that way.

And what would happen once Steve snuck in on that scene? Would he try to put a stop to it, only to have one of the quick-thinking Hydra officers replace one of his comrade's cocks with a gun in Bucky's mouth and threaten to pull the trigger unless Steve stands down, and then make Steve watch as they continue to assault Bucky, who tries desperately to put on a brave face but can't help the tears that start rolling down his cheeks, partly because of the shame of Steve seeing him like this and partly because they're just so fucking brutal and it hurts so goddamn much? Would the Hydra creeps see how much it's paining both of them and draw it out, think of new ways to make it worse, increase the verbal abuse they throw at Bucky while they fuck him? Or would Steve be terrified of potentially costing Bucky his life if he interrupted, and thus forced to watch in silent horror as Bucky is taken over and over?

I mean...not that I've thought about that or anything. Obviously.

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(Anonymous) 2015-05-26 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
So I was watching Supernatural and I need Steve hanging from meat hooks while the Strike team fucks him. Overstimulation and ass torture/anal play are encouraged. I'd like Steve to be screaming and sobbing the whole time, while still being snarky and defiant. Bonus points for use of an anal hook at some point.

rape conditioning, fucking machines

(Anonymous) 2015-05-26 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
HYDRA forces the Winter Soldier/Bucky to watch footage of his own rapes and trash parties while strapped to a fucking machine so he can only get off to the visual of his experiences of being raped. If he tries to close his eyes they shock him with the stun baton, so he has to keep watching, sometimes for days on a loop, coming dry.

Bonus: After the events of CA:TWS, Bucky hunts down all of the HYDRA bases for the footage so he can watch them in secret, until Steve finds out.

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Hydra/Steve: the sex tape

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Inspired by ipoiledi's recent Rumlow/Steve fic and the many Bucky-centric prompts and fills along similar lines: a video of a heavily-restrained Captain America being beaten and raped by Hydra agents surfaces online. How does the world react? How do Steve and the people close to him react?

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I want this so much.

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This was inspired by a few different prompts I've seen from people interested in agents that have to deal with the results of the asset's rape, but it doesn't exactly fit any single one. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

Winter Soldier/Original Character

Cream pie, felching, rimming, rape, medical abuse, may be kind of gross to some people

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He's rolled over and laid face down on the table. The gloved hands of the doctor and his assistant move over his body, checking for injury. Misery being a constant in his existence, the asset was often confused by the personal damage report portion of his debriefings. Questions like, “Are you in pain?” went right over his head. Even if his reply was negative, it was best to give him a once-over before putting him back on ice.

“What is this?” Klein's voice betrayed his alarm. He was spreading the man's buttocks and revealing a red, inflamed anus, the flesh swollen like the inside of a ripe grapefruit.

“Jesus,” Flint muttered, swallowing.

Klein was looking at his assistant like this was his fault. “I thought you told me he wasn't injured,” the doctor said, not hiding his contempt.

“He said -”

“I don't care what he said! You have eyes, and I find it hard to believe that a man with this kind of injury wouldn't be limping.”

Flint and Klein looked back down at the wrecked anus and simultaneously noticed the thin, milky stream dribbling out of it.

“What's this fluid?” Klein asked, circling his finger over the wet, swollen area. The body on the table stiffened but the doctor seemed not to notice. He rubbed the tips of his fingers together and then brought them to his face. After pulling down is surgical mask, he sniffed, then stared blankly into the distance for several seconds, still absently rubbing his fingers together. Snapping back suddenly from his trance, he pointed at the pair of buttocks on the table. “Look at him, Flint. Look at his muscles. He's clenching.”

A slight indentation of his haunches supported the claim.

“He thought we wouldn't notice,” Klein said, grinning smugly before replacing his mask.

As if he had just realized that he was the topic of discussion, the man on the table turned his head slightly.

“Relax yourself and cooperate!” Klein shouted, poking the subject's back. “Disobedience will not be tolerated. Flint, hold him open.”

As Flint splayed him, the asset did as he was told. The raw anus unfurled and more creamy liquid poured out.

“Good God! How much of that could he be hiding?” Klein took another sample with his fingers. Then to the subject he shouted, “Push!”

A deluge spilled out, ivory and thick down the asset's bare testicles and pooling on the stainless steel below.

Klein laid his knuckles on the table and leaned forward, staring intently at the mess in front of him.

“I've never seen anything like this before, Flint. Have you?”

He had, but he knew not to say where or why. “No, doctor. Never.”

“Well,” Klein threw his hands in the air, “however it got there, we have to get it out of him.” He sighed. “We can't afford someone else finding it next time they thaw him.”

“An enema?”

Klein gestured around the lab. “Does this look like a day spa to you?”

Flint shrugged.

“No, we'll just...” Klein gave another heavy sigh. “Just hold him open.”

Klein guided the subject's legs further apart and pressed a finger into the loose, abused hole. The subject squirmed and clenched around the intrusion as more fluid was forced out.

“You're only making this harder on yourself!” the doctor barked at the back of the asset's head. His body trembled as his muscles relaxed.

Further the doctor pushed, and more liquid escaped. “Disgusting,” Klein said to the squelching noises. He hooked and twisted his finger, pulling out several globs of the substance. The subject began whimpering and gripping the sides of the table.

“Damn it!” Klein exclaimed, pulling his finger out and slinging the thick fluid across the subject's fluttering hole. Then he slapped it in frustration, making the asset cry out for the first time. “I can't do this with him like this! Get his legs under him!”

Flint began guiding him up on his hands and knees, legs spread and rear end high in the air.

“What are you doing?!” Klein spat.

Subject and assistant both stared back dumbly at the irate doctor.

“You said to -”

“Do you think I want that filthy thing in my face? Look at it!” he thrust his finger at the leaking hole. “Get him down on his feet and bend him over!”

Klein watched as his assistant helped the asset down from the table like a knight leading his lady out of a carriage. The subject leaned himself over the table and Klein approached, gesturing irritably for Flint to resume his buttock-spreading. Then, supporting himself on the subject's back with one hand, he dug his finger back inside the anus. After much of the substance had been removed, he began rooting deeper with both his first and index fingers, exploring the cavity for more. He was up to his knuckles as his search intensified, and Flint noticed how the asset began writhing and rolling his hips.

“I think that's most of it,” Klein mumbled, just as flute music suddenly filled the room.

“My phone,” the doctor said, rolling his eyes. “It's probably my wife. Give me a minute.”

Klein grabbed his phone off of a nearby table left the lab. Flint remained, but decided to give his arms a rest while he waited. The red prints he left on the asset's skin made him smile, especially with the fucked-out hole between them and the impossible amounts of come smeared across his back and thighs, glistening beneath the fluorescent light. He got his phone out of his pocket and took a picture, imagining how Agent Rumlow would laugh and wink and maybe start to think of Flint as one of the guys. The thought gave him butterflies. Maybe he'd even get invited out for drinks.

Klein burst back into the room just as Flint was tucking his phone back in his pocket.

“I have to go,” the doctor said, red-faced and grinding his jaw. He pointed at the nude body. “Finish up. See what else you can get out of him, and then clean him up and put him in the tank. You know the codes, right?”

“Uh, yeah I think I got them in my -”

“Just call me if anything goes wrong,” he said, already walking to the door.

Flint walked over to the desktop monitor and opened the security camera for the parking garage. He watched Klein get into his BMW and speed away. On his way to lock the lab door, he was happy to see that the asset hadn't moved a single inch since Klein had left.

The assistant took off his gloves and walked back over to the prone body. He coated two fingers in semen and began rubbing it in like ointment over the broken flesh of the anus, feeling the scabbed and torn texture on his bare fingertips, visualizing the acts that had caused it. It wasn't unheard of for the teams to insert foreign objects into him, things that made Flint tremble in horror and sick excitement. He usually didn't believe the stories but when you saw things like this...

“What did they put into you?” he asked shyly, but only got a slight movement of the head in response. It's not like he would know. He probably just bent over and took it, listening only for direct orders as he tried to ignore the pain. Flint wondered if they laughed as the watched his body stretch and crack open and bleed. He imagined the asset's face sweating and his body heaving with heavy breaths, trying to contain the pain the way he had been taught for field injuries.

Field injuries - is that what he thought he was sustaining when his own team was shoving vodka bottles up his ass? Was he telling himself this was for the good of Mother Russia or Hydra or world peace or whatever ideology his current commander was feeding him? He had to know that it was wrong but his mind was too weak to stop it. He knew nothing about life except death, pain, and torture. It must not surprise him that he was expected to take as much as he gave.

“You're pathetic, you know, letting them do this to you...”

The asset dropped his head on the table, conceding and allowing more punishment. Flint let his fingers slip inside, feeling the remnants of what the team had left behind. Most of it had been wiped all over the asset's ass and thighs, which Klein had been using like a dirty rag, but he was still almost soupy inside. It really was filthy. Flint had been half-hard with Klein in the room but now his body was thrumming with a need that made him feel reckless. He got on his knees, the mess on the floor forgotten, and pressed his lips around the asset's entrance. He could taste the men who had been there. His tongue ran over the torn outer flesh and pushed easily inside. He moaned at the thrill and felt the vibrations of his voice spreading through the asset's body as he worshiped the abuse it had endured.

Flint's cock was in a state of desperation. He freed it from his pants and took it in hand. He knew it wouldn't take much. Struggling to his knees, his heart beating rapidly, he rubbed it haphazardly around the asset's hole, coating it in saliva and semen, even letting it slip lazily inside a few times before the thing started shoot fresh come, bright on the sticky, overused ass.

The asset had barely moved the entire time. In the bright cabinet opposite him, Flint could see his reflection. A look of confusion, almost horror was on his face, as if he had no idea what had just happened to him. Flint had been the first one to do that to him, he realized, and shame suddenly made him feel sick.

Flint backed away from the table and stumbled to the sink, switching it on and somewhat soothed by the drone of running water. The taste of semen was nauseating, and mouthfuls of water wasn't getting rid of it. He splashed water on his face, scrubbing angrily at the stickiness with his palms, and realized that his fly was still open. He shut the water off and began tucking and zipping, when he heard a thud on the lab door, and Klein shouting angrily.

Terror flooded him. He ran to the door and fumbled with the locks, finally opening it to Klein's infuriated face, looking him up and down.

“You're soaking wet.”

It was true. Flint wiped a hand across his dripping face. Klein's expression went from anger to disgust.

“What the hell have you been doing, Flint?”

“Well, I -”

“Just let me in, for Christ's sake...” Klein pushed passed him and entered the lab. Flint followed close behind and collided with him when he stopped in front of the asset. He waved a hand over the scene. “I told you to get him cleaned up.”

“There was still a lot in there,” Flint said, a tremor in his voice as he smoothed droplets of water into his shirt. “I've been, you know... it was a lot, and ...”

Klein walked up behind the body just as Flint remembered how bright his own fresh semen had looked on the asset's skin. It was too late. Klein stared down at the bare ass and squinted.

Flint stood frozen and breathless until Klein's eyes returned to him. “Clean him up,” he said, his voice low and threatening. “I'll be in my office. Do it quickly, understood?”

He forced himself to nod. As Klein walked off to his office, Flint turned his head and thought he saw the faintest curl on the asset's lips, but it fell away before he could be sure it was ever really there.

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(Anonymous) 2015-05-28 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
I need a thing.

A missing scene dealing with the immediate aftermath of Pierce killing Renata. Pierce making a droll one-liner about 'hiring and firing' while he makes sure Renata's body doesn't have a pulse, and the humour being lost on WS. WS being unfazed by the sudden violence. Pierce calling Sitwell to get a HYDRA clean-up crew in to dispose of the body and all evidence.

And then, Pierce having WS deal with his post-homicide adrenaline erection by either bending WS over the kitchen table and fucking him raw, or Pierce fetching himself a bigger glass of milk and having WS suck him off until the clean-up crew arrives. And WS being more shaken by that than watching someone being executed in front of him.

alternative ball gag

(Anonymous) 2015-05-29 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone decides to do this to the Winter Soldier. Or Steve. [Very nsfw link] http://septumtunnel.tumblr.com/post/85735308132

Natasha & Steve, h/c

(Anonymous) 2015-05-31 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Stoic Natasha getting patched up by Steve after a mission goes wrong. She was nabbed and roughed up by Hydra agents at some point during the proceedings, and she hides the extent of her injuries until they get to safety and then collapses. Steve has to take care of the first aid Because Reasons (maybe she's got hand or wrist injuries making it hard to stitch herself up with any kind of dexterity?), and while he's sewing up a nasty wound on her upper thigh, he sees smears of blood and semen everywhere and realizes she's also been raped. Trying to conceal it/spare him the knowledge was one of the reasons she was downplaying her injuries.

Steve is aghast, Natasha is just disgusted and horribly, revealingly weary of the whole thing--it's not the first time and it probably won't be the last. But it is the first time she's had someone there trying to comfort her afterwards. She's not sure what to do with that or what she wants, she's extra-cautious about letting any of her walls down, and it hurts to allow any cracks in her unemotional "well, that sucked, but I'm fine and I can handle it" approach. Eventually she and Steve just cuddle the crap out of each other, because it turns out she's long-term starved for friendly touch with no ulterior motives.

+ Natasha is matter-of-fact about the slightly gross physical exposure and all the obvious aspects of what happened to her, but eventually she lets Steve glimpse her complicated guilt/shame over something unexpected or even counterintuitive.
++ She used the rapists' gloating and power-tripping to extract priceless intel from them along the way, and has conflicted feelings about to what extent she actually had power over the situation.
+++ This is weirdly specific and unbearably fluffy, but when Natasha finally hits the shower, she invites Steve along, and he soaps her back for her and rubs her shoulders and listens to her mutter incoherently about how done she is with everything.

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This sounds amazing. I don't usually read fic about women but if women characters were written more like this, I would read about them all the time.

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Alright, Bucky comes in from the cold, he thinks his new social circle is actually new handlers, he ends up offering sexual favors. What if this time, someone took him up on it?

Not an Avenger (this is not a dark!good guys prompt), but anyone else, let's say, like... one of his lawyers, one of his doctors, a cook, because he thinks that's what he has to do to be awarded extra food. So then Bucky is engaged in this ongoing skeevy sexual relationship, even while he's surrounded by people who keep insisting he's safe now.

+ for Steve's rage and self-blame when he realizes someone's been taking advantage of Bucky right under his nose

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The Winter Soldier is too valuable an asset to kill outright. But after he goes rogue on a mission in the USA and tries to turn himself in to the authorities, he has to be punished somehow. So, to quell the rumors spreading through the ranks, the Hydra brass decide to make a very public example of him. He's left chained up for days in an area where anyone passing by can do whatever they like to him as long as there's no permanent damage. A box with a charming array of torture implements is left nearby in case anyone needs inspiration. It also includes condoms and lube.

Would prefer a Winter Soldier who is respected and feared, even legendary, among the Hydra rank and file, and who's more aware and independent than we see him in the bank vault scene. The humiliation is the main component of the punishment--in an organization built around order and hierarchy, it's deeply shocking to see a lethal top-level operative left out for anyone to abuse. It also serves as a message to potential high-ranking defectors: "even if you aren't expendable, we can still make you wish you were dead."

My garbage kingdom for actual stocks or a pillory, because surely someone in this nasty little collection of power addicts is kinky enough to have dungeon gear lying around.

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PUBLIC HUMILIATION KINK ACTIVATE! My trash kingdom for a fill for this.

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pietro being raped by hydra grunts/scientists/who ever before the twins fully come into their powers so there is little they can do about it, wanda hears everything from her cell next to his and is a furious mess not being able to do anything to protect her brother.

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...i like the way you think.

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(Anonymous) 2015-06-04 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a lot of broken dicks on this meme but never an actual penile fracture. So! I want someone to actually break their dick, physically. It can be a trash party gone awry, supersoldier sphincter strength, Bucky's arm malfunctions, whatever. Bonus points for permanent damage.

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My vote is Rumlow+super sphincter.

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