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garbage all the way down ([personal profile] trashmod) wrote in [community profile] hydratrashmeme2014-12-07 08:43 am

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.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-01 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
na

Imagine if Bucky doesn't even think the Avengers are his new handlers. He knows who Steve is and he loves him, but between feeling undeserving of Steve's affections and being back to his "Protect Steve" mode, people have a lot of opportunity to manipulate him. The lawyer that promises him he won't show Steve the really explicit pictures of the Winter Soldier's victims? Or the doctor who concludes that whatever Hydra did to Bucky's brain wasn't so bad that he couldn't have overcome it if he'd only fought harder?

tl;tr: Consider the extra punch to the gut if Bucky knows who he is and that his predators are taking advantage of him, but lets them do it anyway.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-01 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
<3

(Anonymous) 2015-06-01 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
<3

Re: Minifill

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Dear haploid christ this is spectacularly devastating. I might not pass the captcha I'm crying os hard. Well done. So well done.

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

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Poor thirsty Westfahl.

It's fitting that I nearly wet myself laughing.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, YES. I've been hungering for this fic in pretty much all my fandoms FOREVER. The juxtaposition of scenes of recovery and sweetness with horrible trash. Bucky twisting everything to try to fit them together. Small amounts of actual healing, which makes it harder to engage in the trash. People trying to get him to drop his coping mechanisms, which are actually COMPLETELY NECESSARY given what he's involved in.

I love this prompt.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
WHYNOTBOTH.JPG

Bucky comes in in total Winter Soldier mode, limited understanding of personal agency and identity, everyone is handlers, the rules of captivity still apply, and so on. And then gradually he does start regaining tons of memories. He knows Steve and loves him. He even gets that the Avengers don't intend to be handlers. In other words, in a hundred other fics, he'd be recovering... but this time, even while he's gaining the ground that should see him rebuilding a sense of self, he's also enduring active sexual abuse. How would that warp his inchoate identity? How would his ongoing victimization fuck with his developing understanding of who he was, what Hydra did to him, and who he could be now? Just ugh ugh ugh

Re: Windmills, Fill 11/13 (aka Bucky's sense of tmi is faulty)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
*lil prairie dog head pops up out of the ground*

Yes? Tell me more...

Re: FILL: vibrations in an empty room [3b/?]

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
This fic is so amazing. Pleas rip out my heart a little more!

Re: WS/Steve, WS ordered to train Steve

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
*rips shirt off/screaming to the heavens* YAAAAAASSSSSS!

Re: WS/Steve, WS ordered to train Steve

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Bonus++: A wipe goes wonky and whatever and Steve!Soldier rebels... By paying Bucky!Soldier back in kind. That's right, Bucky regains his memories because Steve rapes him and back in Brooklyn, Steve always topped.

Windmills, Fill 12/13 (aka Bucky's sense of tmi is faulty)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
12 Bucky

Bucky sits at the edge of a giant indoor pool, dipping his feet in. It doesn’t smell of chlorine like you’d expect, it’s salty and dark and cold enough to simulate the sea. Bucky thinks the training went well.

They lowered a metallic dome to the center of the pool, a replica of the HYDRA base they plan to invade. It’s the outer shell only, but complete with the high-tech security system they’re supposed to disable.

Steve assigned tasks. True to his word, Bucky was allowed to watch everyone closely, practice everything they practiced in order to be their potential backup. The team’s capable, Bucky grants them that, but he learns fast and takes no breaks. In the end there were several occasions where he did better than the original. He hopes Steve noticed.

Stark had them try out various equipment while he and his white coat friend kept scribbling down notes, dividing the gear into yes and no piles. They called it a day when Barton’s force field collapsed and he got sucked down the hole he’d cut into the base’s metal shell. For a moment Bucky thought he might be moving up the lines faster than he’d hoped, but the woman was nearby and pulled Barton out in time.

Stark took more notes.

Bucky estimates they’ll need one or two more test runs, but Stark seems satisfied enough with their progress, and even Barton looks bruised but content. Technical difficulty aside, Bucky did good and everybody saw it.

He smiles wistfully, watching the water sparkle in the artificial light. The others are in the shower now. A slow, heavy feeling creeps up his stomach, reminding him that he’s not officially signed up for the mission yet. Even if he was, it’s not due for a while. He shivers from a sudden chill. Their bodies will be warm.

"Hey." The Widow – Romanoff – smiles at him. She has already changed into dry clothes and smells of something fruity. "Queue at the guys’ bathroom?" She laughs. "Always the same. You can use my shower, I’m done."

She sets her shower gel down next to him, and his eyes get caught where her t-shirt is damp from the tips of her hair. He looks away. Sometimes he craves being touched more than he minds the rest. But then why can’t he bring himself to just go and join the others?

There’s sudden movement behind them. Bucky knows Steve’s looking for him, but before he can say anything there’s another voice, Wilson of all people, and Steve’s momentarily distracted.

Bucky picks up Romanoff’s shower gel. "Yes," he says quickly, "thank you."

She watches him closely, but then quirks up her lips. "Knock yourself out with my hair toys."

Bucky disappears around the corner before Steve can remember him. If anybody complains, he’ll blame it on the Widow’s orders. Which means, of course, that he’s in her debt now – Bucky’s suddenly very glad Barton made it. While he fails to see the guy’s value, Romanoff seems attached. Maybe he’s her personal plaything.

Bucky shrugs out of his wet clothes. The spray of water’s set on warm and his skin soaks it up eagerly. None of the cleaning products at the tower smell of disinfectant, not even those they normally use on him. He makes up for their potential lack of efficiency with extra thorough scrubbing.

A soapy strand of hair gets caught between the plates of Bucky’s metal fingers and he curses. He hardly remembers the last time he washed his hair by himself. Steve’s been taking care of that lately, more gentle than Bucky remembers anyone ever doing it.

The phantom touch of Steve’s hands lingers for a moment, prickling from his scalp down his neck. Bucky sighs and lets himself drift away, body throbbing pleasantly from the workout and the steady pattering of hot water – until he realizes the effect those thoughts have on him. No. He shuts off the water so forcefully he dents the handle. (There’ll be hell to pay. Good.)

He braces himself against the wet tiles, fights down the frustration. Fucking animal, no wonder they used to mock him. Look at him playing hard to get look at him getting off like there’s no tomorrow yeah that’s right you love it stop pretending come for me look –

His mouth tastes of bile. They were right, too. He used to throw such tantrums, and for what? Once they were at it, he could barely think straight – pain fear shame hunger – until his mind zoned out completely and the vicious overload of sensations burned his body alive. More than once he thought they’d stunned him, but the white mess between his body and the sheets told a different story. (What the fuck why’s the blanket wet did he piss himself again goddamn it where’s the tech team when you need them flip him round)

(Wait fuck look at that can you believe it did he come from every single dick we put inside him or what Jesus Christ)

Bucky groans and rubs his face. The part of his mind that claws and bites doesn’t let him stop wondering if it would have happened yesterday. Sure, he’s been uneasy (afraid), but unless Wilson was into the really painful stuff Bucky might have moaned into the floorboards before the night’d been over. Disgusting. (made for it made for it made for it)

It’s unfair, he hates those people – no no no, that’s not even safe to think. But he hates being their stress relief, and yet all they have to do is lick messily along his neck and whisper to him that he’s the best fuck they ever had and he’s gone.

Something soft inside his chest whispers that maybe he’s changed, that maybe he’s better than that now – but he can’t afford to lie to himself, not when everybody else does. Bucky swallows the lump in his throat and exhales slowly. If he shuts his eyes and imagines an alternative outcome to last night, imagines Wilson being interested enough to at least check out his price… nothing much at first, just pressing against him, warm and solid, leisurely slipping a hand underneath Bucky’s t-shirt, feeling him out real good – fuck.

Could that be what Wilson missed; Bucky sporting a pathetic hard-on? If that’s what he meant when he complained about Bucky’s lack of want, then maybe he shouldn’t have thrown in the towel that early. Bucky snorts. Yeah, maybe that would have been the key – that entertains everybody, especially since Bucky’s not allowed to touch himself when in happens.

But how on earth could Wilson not know about that?

(What are you doing I don’t understand it’s not in the files)

(They had no right you don’t have to do this you’re nobody’s plaything it’s not in the files it’s not in the files it’s not in the files)

The thought hits him so hard his mouth drops open. Could it be that…? No, impossible. They must know about his secondary function. Right?

Then again, it’s not like HYDRA parted with him willingly, handed him over to SHIELD with a manual and a polite demonstration. Who knows where they got their information from and how detailed it is – god. Maybe they do think all they’ve acquired is a weapon. That would explain why nobody has even tried to use him recreationally yet, would explain Steve’s and Wilson’s strange reactions when Bucky hinted at the possibility.

(Nobody has the right to touch you if you don’t want it)

But surely Steve has done it? Bucky has half-memories of Steve’s body on his. Or so he thinks. Lately he hasn’t been sure if all the Steves inside the tangled mess of his head were the same. But even if, maybe he had a weak moment sometime, maybe he did admit to Steve he wanted to be touched. He still does, but he’s no longer willing to pay the price.

If the truth actually got lost during his transfer – Bucky’s lungs feel like they’re bursting. This could be the chance of his life.

Could have been. The realization knocks all air out of him. He ruined it when he gave himself away last night, when he told Wilson the truth in all ugly detail. Stupid stupid stupid – Wilson might be reporting him to Steve right now, and then, then. What are his chances they’re going to believe that he didn’t cheat them out of their right on purpose?

Bucky grabs his clothes without even toweling himself off. He needs to try and turn the tables. Cheat, lie, pretend – he’s already in for unspeakable punishment, he’s got nothing to lose.

"JARVIS?" His voice is so rushed it’s a wonder the microphones pick him up at all. "JARVIS, where’s Sam Wilson?" Maybe they’re still at the pool maybe they’re having lunch maybe –

"Sam Wilson is in Captain Rogers’ quarters, sir."

Bucky runs.

Re: Windmills, Fill 12/13 (aka Bucky's sense of tmi is faulty)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
*flails*

Re: Natasha & Steve, h/c

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
OP

Can I tempt you with some Black Widow comics? Because if stoic Natasha getting whumped and soldiering onward through terrible pain sounds appealing, then oh, boy, will Homecoming and Name of the Rose ever treat you right.

public use/public humiliation as punishment

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: The one with Pierce's daughter, actual daddy issues

(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.

Re: Windmills, Fill 12/13 (aka Bucky's sense of tmi is faulty)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Omg, I LOVE this chapter. THE TOUCH STARVED PARTS. WHEN HE WAS NOTICING NATASHA'S WET HAIR. NO.

Re: public use/public humiliation as punishment

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
PUBLIC HUMILIATION KINK ACTIVATE! My trash kingdom for a fill for this.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: public use/public humiliation as punishment

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I will add a chicken carcass, a cracked teapot, and some rotten flower petals to the trash prize for the trash baby who fills this!

(PLEASE! I WANT IT)

Re: public use/public humiliation as punishment

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I see your chicken carcass, and I raise you two 50 gallon bags of moldy donuts and a broken bucket of industrial strength "pastry glaze."

Re: The one with Pierce's daughter, actual daddy issues

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
totally fine with that, 'll look you up on AO3!

Re: Windmills, Fill 12/13 (aka Bucky's sense of tmi is faulty)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Heh. <3

Re: Windmills, Fill 12/13 (aka Bucky's sense of tmi is faulty)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much, that means a lot! Touch starved super-soldiers might or might not be my catnip...

Re: Windmills, Fill 11/13 (aka Bucky's sense of tmi is faulty)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure!

I'm imagining this like the 'what if things went differently' scene in chapter 12, just more fleshed out and with Bucky actually shamefully masturbating to fantasies like that.

Basically once he's no longer on edge 24/7, his need for touch get worse and his libido starts returning with a vengeance. But because he has no healthy concept of sex at all, he concludes he's craving the things Hydra did to him.

For obvious reasons he tries to fight those urges, but eventually fails. Maybe he starts with Hydra memories and then turns to all kinds of hotwrong dark Avengers fantasies. I could also imagine him being super fed up with the fact that he always got to be everybody's fucktoy, so he starts fantasizing about other people servicing him for once. Maybe Steve and/or Sam first, until he works up to the ultimate power trip with him ordering everybody else around. Thoughts?