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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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*sniffs prompt* ...anon, I think you might have to leave this out to fester a bit longer, because the garbage odor smells pretty faint to me.

So I'm mostly interested in the point of time after he fell off the train and before he got the arm. Basically the scenario that while they are finessing the metal arm, they are also working on breaking Sargent Barnes.

He can hear them coming to his cell/hospital room. Soldiers and doctors enter. Maybe he's only wearing a hospital gown. He doesn't understand the commands to get up and he is dragged from his bed by the ankle. He tries to claw at the floor with his one hand, his other arm is just a useless shoulder-wing-nub. Tries to hold onto the gurney/ door frame.
Maybe they threaten to cut off other parts. "We've been developing bionic legs but this dangly part has to go" no actual castration please just like strapping it to a thigh or some other way of "keeping it out of the way during surgery" because it seems logical they would replace/reinforce his pelvis and legs at least on the opposite side of his body to even out the weight

Maybe after they break him but before the arm is attached they bring him before some superiors in suits and army uniforms. "This is how weak Americans are" show and tell on what they can force him to do. Trash party starts :) Maybe they get really inventive with his balance because he only has one arm to restrain. Maybe there are some positions that are less awkward because he only has the metal shoulder installed and not the full arm. Like, dp or a side position is not as difficult because there's no arm in the way.

Give me pre-WS amputee Bucky VS Russian Hydra

Just an observation not really related to the prompt: his arm in the movies is made in a way that looks like it is actually a ribcage and shoulder replacement (or reinforcement like adamantium on Wolverines bones) and this ribcage-to-shoulder piece looks like it fits INTO a socket of the upper arm piece. It's my speculation that after the elbow there is another piece that has rotation like the two bones in the forearm and maybe it's yet another piece for the wrist and hand.

Holy shit I think I'm in love. The calculated way Pierce works has me hooked. (The part where he pinches Bucky's skin to determine his hydration levels was amazing.) Cannot wait for more.

If you've ever had one of those high school baby-prevention classes, you've probably been assigned The Egg. Some jackass once thought it was a good idea to teach kids about the heavy responsibility of parenting by giving them eggs to carry around without smashing them.

Imagine the trashy HYDRA version of that, only it's a part of initiation onto the STRIKE team (or the Winter Soldier project, or whatever). If you want to prove you have what it takes, you have to wrangle the Winter Soldier by yourself for a week. In your house. Without him being seen, or killing anyone important, or causing any major disasters.

+ The Soldier doesn't understand human social conventions at all (eating with dull knives, peeing indoors, wearing clothing)
++ The HYDRA operative has to deal with the uncomfortable realities of Bucky's trauma under the conceit that he just 'needs maintenance'
+++ The HYDRA operative has to host a trash party at the end of the week to show off how well they've learned to control the Asset. The party planning turns out to be the most stressful part.

Oooh, yes.

I'm sorry, this doesn't quite fulfill your prompt but I saw watersports and I just had to draw some!! Here's the Winter Soldier being pissed on by some fellow (likely Rumlow).

This is positively gorgeous! I love the details - like Bucky waiting in the mud room and the rule not to look at the food. Plus the contrast between the delicate food and hand-feeding and how ENTIRELY AWFUL Pierce is AMAZES me. <3 I can't wait to read the rest.

For your trouble, I have some trash gifts: a free "one size fits all" rain poncho, slightly damp; 14 used q-tips; a zip top baggie of leftover cooked squash given by a friend "because you like vegetables" and left in a purse overnight

This is stupidly amazing

I approve of this flimsy justification. Pierce could use him as a rhythmic letter opener.

I'm stealing this link from another prompt on another meme. I think it's fair because my interest is different.

http://www.comicbookmovie.com/fansites/nailbiter111/news/?a=110431

What the hell do these machines do? I guess they didn't include most of them in the movie because that might traumatize a lot of kids. I would love to read about their function, their development, and their malfunctions. Imagine the first time the asset is placed inside of them, how terrified he is, maybe he screams, wets himself, etc. The techs either soothing him or yelling at him... something goes wrong and they damage him badly and then everybody's running around trying to hide their mistake from either Zola or Pierce.

Any other ideas?

I never thought handfeeding could be so utterly devastating and dehumanizing. Well, shows what I know.

Pierce is so calculating and awful and perfect.

I desperately want aftermath fic where Rumlow had been appointed as the rape-dealer for times where punishment needed to be particularly rough on the WS. this is something that get introduced for the first time on Pierce's rule.

So I'd want to read about Bucky and (a reasonably in health) Rumlow seeking each other to get closure after what they were both forced to do.

Rumlow is a Bad Guy, of that there's no doubt. But maybe on a whim, or because some inkling of pity flashes through his black heart, Rumlow shows a little mercy towards the Winter Soldier.

Maybe Rumlow lets him have a bite or two from his sandwich (the asset is definitely not supposed to eat food unless it's HYDRA scientist-approved). Maybe the asset falls asleep on an exhausting cross-country mission, and instead of waking him up (no sleeping on the mission), Rumlow lets him nap.

Little things that would otherwise be common courtesy as a human being, the soldier usually doesn't get the privilege of having. None of these small niceties from Rumlow escape the notice of the Winter Soldier though. And he's learned that receiving good things comes at a price.

Author!anon can choose how the winter soldier decides to repay Rumlow for all his mercy.

Bonus points if Rumlow, after realizing the winter soldier will always "pay" him back, then goes out of his way to do nice things to keep adding on to the "debt" the winter soldier owes him.

want

The Soldier had been very good and he was waiting for his reward.

The targets were all skilled and difficult, nevertheless he managed to apprehend all three. The Councilman and Commander Rumlow were very proud, and they told him so. The Councilman even suggested that he may not be decommissioned after Project Insight went live as a reward for his loyalty. That might be nice, he thought, if he was allowed to keep a pet and given enough food for both of them to share.

There were only three cells at the base, and since the prisoners were too dangerous to be stored together, one of them would be put with the Soldier. There was a dark one, a red-haired one, and a blonde. They were all very pretty but he wanted the blonde one the most. The Russians used to give him the red-haired one when he was good, and he can remember that she was the only pet who did not not fight him when he tried to play with her. He liked that. The blonde one was even prettier though, and the way he looked at the Soldier when he knocked his mask off was very gentle and he would definitely make a good pet. The dark one would probably fight too much, and the Soldier hated having to break his toys before he got to play with them, so he hoped he did not get that one.

During his mission debriefing, the prisoners were being carried to the interrogation rooms. The Soldier had caught the Commander's eye and said, “The blonde,” then nodded towards the prisoner. The Commander winked as he dragged the man away. The Soldier was confident his Commander would do all he could to make sure he got the reward he wanted.

He was allowed to rest during the interrogations. He waited several hours until the door to his cell swung open and Commander Rumlow popped his head inside, eyes twinkling. “I've got a present for you...” he sang.

He pulled a man inside, the man, the pretty blonde he had been pining for. He was handcuffed, gagged and blindfolded, being carried by Agent Rollins. The Commander shoved him towards the Soldier and he fell over.

The Soldier quickly slid on his knees over to the Commander and began frantically kissing the back of his hand. “Spasibo! Spasibo... ogromnoe spasibo!”

The Commander laughed, “You're welcome, sweetheart.” He ruffled the Soldier's hair and added, “You deserve it. Go on,” he pointed at the prisoner who was now kneeling, “We want to see you open your present.”

The Soldier scooted over to his prize and took a second to run his hands over the man's body. His hair was soft where it hadn't been bloodied and his chest was thrumming and damp with sweat. He was excited; not yet broken. He flinched with every touch. The Soldier recognized the heavy magnetic handcuffs on his wrists as his own. He hated those things, but seeing them on his pet made his gut twist with tenderness. You're like me. So powerful and dangerous, finally a pet that was worthy of him. This was the one.

“Come on,” Rumlow said, “you'll have plenty of time to cuddle and feel him up later. Let's get the gag and the blindfold off.”

“Can I -” the Soldier turned back to the Commander, piqued by the promise of plenty of time. “Can I keep it? And have food for it? Can I keep it alive?”

Rumlow laughed and nudged the other agent. “We'll see how well you can follow directions. Now get that shit off of him. We're waiting.”

He lifted the blindfold and there were those blue eyes, gaping back at him, horrified. Most pets were not pleased to learn they would spend their final days with the man that had delivered them to their enemies. The Soldier would have to show his new pet that things could be different; the Soldier could be nice. The Russians used to call him the Minotaur, and his pets they would call sacrifices. “Tell us what we want to know,” they would say to their prisoners, “or we will feed you to the Minotaur.” He found this unfair because his cell was never labyrinthine and he did not eat his pets. It was not his fault if they starved – he was not given enough food to share.

The prisoner was shouting desperately into the gag, leaning forward into the Soldier's face. He shied back.

“Keep going,” Rumlow encouraged, “sounds like he wants to tell you something.”

Agent Rollins snorted.

The Soldier couldn't understand why the Commander was so eager to have the gag removed. Pets were never any good for conversation, they only said a few things – 'stop,' 'no,' 'please,' and 'help' covered the vast majority of it. Still, the Soldier peeled away the wrap and gingerly pulled the rag out of the man's throat.

“Bucky -” the man broke off in a cough. He was too desperate to speak and his throat must have burned like sandpaper. “Bucky it's me - Steve!” More coughing. “Tell me you remember me, tell me! I know you do! Look at me - it's me! Bucky...” He was peering into the Soldier's eyes, looking for something. When he didn't find it, he raised his voice, shouting at the top of his lungs and spitting, repeating the same things again and again, ”Bucky, talk to me, tell me you know who I am, say something...” And the name, of course – Bucky. He couldn't seem to say that enough times.

The Soldier allowed his new pet to rave on like this for several minutes only because it was so entertaining to the Commander and Agent Rollins. He could understand their fascination; such a fearless and willful creature was a welcome change to their typical victims. He would be indulged right now for their pleasure but obviously this kind of deranged shouting couldn't be tolerated on a regular basis. He was beautiful, and the Soldier hoped it wouldn't require broken bones to get that message across.

“That's enough, Rogers,” the Commander said after a few minutes, his laughter winding down. “You're welcome to keep harping on him after we leave, but I'm warning you, bro... the asset doesn't play too well with motor-mouths so if you want to keep your balls -”

“Shut up, you son of a bitch!” The prisoner turned attention to Rumlow. “Or maybe you ought to enjoy yourself now, because you won't have much to laugh about when I make you pay for what you've done to him. All of you.”

Rumlow crossed his arms over his chest in mock display of indignation. “Do you hear that, Jack? He's gonna make us pay. All of us.”

Rollins whistled.

The Commander bent whispered in the Soldier's ear, “You're not gonna let him talk to me that way, are you?”

The Commander was right – the prisoner was definitely out of line and it was his job to discipline him.

“Nyet!” He struck the pretty blonde across the cheek with the back of his flesh hand, knocking him on his chest. He stared back at the Soldier in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Nyet,” the Soldier repeated, pointing at the man's confused face.

“I don't know,” Rumlow said, “I don't really feel comfortable leaving him in here with you unless I'm sure he knows who's boss ...”

The Soldier knew what this meant. He didn't always piss on his new pets unless they were being difficult, but he had been holding his bladder just in case. Sometimes the Commander ordered this ritual to be performed immediately, whether the Soldier thought it necessary or not, and it was wise to always be ready to oblige him.

He jumped to his feet and began undoing his fly.

“Bucky? Bucky, what are you -”

With one foot the Soldier rolled the prisoner onto his back and held him in place. Then he took his cock out of his pants and let himself go all over his shocked face. This was how the Commander liked to see it done.

“That's good, sweetheart,” the Commander cooed,v“that should cool him down.” Then he raised his voice - “Rogers! Open your mouth and take it you big dumb bastard!”

The prisoner, named Rogers apparently, was still being disobedient. He kept his mouth and eyes tightly shut and thrashed around beneath the Soldier's foot, breathing raggedly through his nostrils. The Commander stepped forward and gave him a sharp kick in the temple.

“I said, open your fucking mouth!”

The kick effectively got his mouth open, but keeping it wide was completely the prisoner's doing. That was good. The Soldier was in no mood for excessive defiance. It was a strain for the new pet, though, he could tell by the the way he gurgled and shook as he allowed himself to be used as a toilet. His chest heaved and he wretched, coughing and letting piss stream out the side of his mouth and into his hair. He wasn't swallowing. It was difficult to do on your back, the Soldier knew this from experience. It took a few times before pets learned to drink piss without making too much of a mess. It was easier just to stick your cock all the way in their mouth, but this was more theatrical. This is what the Commander liked.

“Now swallow,” Rumlow ordered.

The prisoner moaned only once, probably to express his unhappiness with the situation, before shutting his lips and downing a mouthful of piss. The Soldier watched his Adam's apple bounce as he took it inside his body.

“That's enough with the face,” Rumlow said, presumably satisfied that he had gotten a taste of it. “Make sure the rest of him gets good and soaked.”

The Soldier stepped back to hose the man down, inundating his torn and blood-stained clothes. The wet fabric clung to his muscular body as he curled himself up. When he finished off, the Soldier shook the remaining drops over heap on the floor and stepped away before the creeping puddle beneath him got to his bare feet.

“Here -” the Commander threw him a towel that he'd had slung over his shoulder, “in case you wanna clean him up. So you don't have to get your blanket all wet.”

The Commander was very considerate.

oh man you took a good prompt and made a masterpiece nonnie, this is incredible. I could read a goddamn novella about Steve being WS' pet/trash receptacle omg

I'd probably prefer to stay under 10,000 words, which shouldn't be too hard- I don't think there's anything here longer than like 20k anyways? BUT i could be convinced, probably.

Holy hell.

... I love you.

also want

Fear is a good motivator, as is pain. However, HYDRA needs to make sure their best weapon isn't going to run away crying after getting a few broken bones, or, on the off chance that the winter soldier is captured, that he won't spill the beans on their world domination plans.

They torture + physically/sexually/mentally/emotionally abuse him to "train" him and incrase his pain tolerance, just in case.

As a result of going through every possible abuse/torture under the sun, Bucky no longer fears a lot of things, just accepts them. Brutal rapes? He takes it with his breakfast. Beatings until he's half-blind with pain? A weekly occurrence.

Cue Steve finding this out in unpleasant ways. Ex: Bucky falls ten stories and breaks three ribs and his ankle. He gets right back up and keeps fighting until the battle is over, and it's not until Steve catches him limping that he knows something is wrong. Bucky just shrugs it off easily and says "I've been through worse."

At first maybe Steve just thinks Bucky's trying to play tough guy. And it's not until he sees other things (Bucky getting shot four times, almost slicing his finger off, losing multiple pints of blood, breaking his leg bad enough that the bone sticks out, and treating it like it's no big deal) until Steve things there is something very, terribly wrong.

Steve is horrified. What exactly did HYDRA do to Bucky to make him so impervious to pain and suffering?

This fic seems pretty close to what you're looking for: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2550842

The Winter Soldier only eats cum. His nutritional needs are filled by IV, but that's never explained to him. What is explained is that he's only allowed to eat cum. Maybe he's even been fed by IV for so long that solid food makes him throw up, so whenever he tries to eat anything else he gets only pain.
The IV, while keeping him alive, does nothing to fill his empty stomach.
Basically looking for complete cumslut Winter Soldier, who will go to his knees and nose at the crotch of nearby male agents whenever there's downtime; will lick up any cum that spills on the ground, even outside; and if someone uses his ass instead, will happily stick his fingers up his own ass to lick off that delicious cum.
Note that none of this means the Soldier actually has to enjoy the sex - he just needs for his partners to get off.
Bonus if HYDRA tells him he was modified to live off it - you have to send fewer supplies along on missions if one of the agents gets food from the others.

Something goes wrong on a mission, or maybe Rumlow just wants some Swedish meatballs, I don't know. Either way, the STRIKE team is forced to make a detour and temporarily abandon ship at IKEA, leaving the Winter Soldier in the back of the van. Cue a disoriented and confused WS wandering around the Ikea parking lot, in a shearling coat with nothing on underneath it (why? Trash reasons, obviously), scaring the shit out of a whole lot of people just looking for versatile solutions for modern living.

Bonus if Bucky gets picked up by someone other than the STRIKE team, taken to a hospital, and is blandly accepting of the idea that medical personnel need to put things in his mouth/butt/whatever in circumstances where the medical personnel don't need to and aren't trying to do that.

Oh my god this is hilarious and awful at the same time. Can you imagine if Bucky gets IN the IKEA? Imagine the Winter Soldier creeping through a maze of clean modern design, bleeding all over the minimalist tables.

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

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Amputee Bucky Trash

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WS/HYDRA, "with great responsibility comes great power"

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Re: Watersports?

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OP

Awesome and Mysterious Instruments for Doing God Knows What

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Rumlow/Bucky reciprocally fucked up

mercy repaid

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Re: Trash podfics

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Pain Tolerance Training

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Cum only diet

#ikeabucky

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