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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.

Pierce/Rumlow, abuse grooming

(Anonymous) 2014-12-20 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
I want younger Rumlow, who's just joined SHIELD, maybe after he gets out of the military, and Pierce taking notice of him, taking him apart and putting him back together to serve HYDRA. I'm pretty sure this can be done without woobifying Rumlow or making him ~sekritly a good guy all along~, I have faith in you, trashfriends.

(Please feel free to use those full frontal pics of Grillo when he was a hairless twink baby younger as reference.)

Re: Pierce/Rumlow, abuse grooming

(Anonymous) 2014-12-20 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
oh no my prompt started a new page I feel all self-conscious now.

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Hydra wasn't his first (rape)

(Anonymous) 2014-12-21 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
When Bucky went off to training, one of his superiors took a *special interest* in him.

I want uniforms. I want struggling with the powerlessness of having this done to him right alongside the new power of the right to kill. I want Bucky questioning if he really earned that promotion to Sergeant or if he's endangering his fellow soldiers by accepting an unearned rank. Really just ALL of the guilt and doubt and humiliation and military kinks pleaaase.

Re: Hydra wasn't his first (rape)

(Anonymous) 2014-12-21 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my, yes please.

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Even in the Winter Soldier's dreams

(Anonymous) 2014-12-21 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Dreams: maybe a window into the subconscious, maybe how we sort out difficult problems, maybe a lot of things. Things that it would be dangerous to let the asset have.

So they program him with dreams that won't disturb his programming. Dreams that bring out the submissive plaything in him. Even though he doesn't have a memory of anything else, the asset wakes up lusty for particular agents' cocks and wanting to be violated in particular ways. Maybe they don't do it for him in real life, but for all he knows, he loves being their toy and enjoys their kinks.

Steve gets Bucky back and it's happy ending.... or is it?

(Anonymous) 2014-12-21 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Following many post WS fics, Steve searches for Bucky and finds him confused and unstable. He tries to help his friend get his memory back and adjust to having control of his own life.

Or at least that is what Steve thinks is happening. The truth is that after a while, Soviet and Hydra learned the same thing the history had learned in 19th century. Slavery isn't effective or productive. So the Winter Soldier has been conscious of his actions for quite a while and just been desensitized about and even enjoy committing atrocities like murder, rape and torture for Hydra even though he doesn't care about their goals. What's more is that he has all of his memory when Steve says "Bucky?" Bucky pretended to not remember him b/c WS is a great strategist and quick on feet. He is pretending to disarm Steve and prevent him from finding out about his questionable morality. However, he did love and still loves Steve in his own way. Steve just needs to learn to.... accept him the way he is.

Cue Bucky who is the Winter Soldier manipulating Steve by pretending to be extremely traumatized and fragile. And then starting a VERY abusive sexual relationship with Steve by making Steve think that hydra trash parties happened which totally didn't and abusive sex is the only way Bucky feels in control which also isn't true.

+ Steve keeps supposedly sexual abuses Bucky went through secret from others because Bucky is very self conscious.
+ Bucky joins Avengers but keep eliminating people threatening to Steve behind his back and "accidentally" killing bad people on missions.
+++ Steve at first tries to show Bucky to be gentle but later being used to and gets off on abusive sex. Bucky is very pleased.
++++++ Bucky is gentle after sex just to indulge Steve because Steve deserves reward after his good behavior.
+++++++++++++++++++++++ Metal arm choking, fisting and etc on Steve

Re: Steve gets Bucky back and it's happy ending.... or is it?

(Anonymous) 2014-12-23 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
This is great, I hope someone writes it.

Bucky is so damaged even Steve is breaking apart

(Anonymous) 2014-12-21 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
A no-recovery/no happy ending scenario. HYDRA leaves Bucky far more damaged than it initially seems on the surface. Steve thinks he can handle helping his friend, but eventually even he too becomes more and more broken the more he learns of what HYDRA had done to Bucky until he just loses it.

+ Steve does something that Bucky feels is betraying him, such as sending him off to an asylum because Steve just can’t handle Bucky and his issues any more.
++ Although Bucky is surrounded by top experts who are kind to him and are going to help him, the act of Steve abandoning him worsens his condition.

Re: Bucky is so damaged even Steve is breaking apart

(Anonymous) 2015-01-15 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
+++++ for "we've reached the end of the line" murder suicide. Bucky is just too damaged, Steve thinks. He can't let his friend continue to suffer. So he kills an unwilling, begging for his life Bucky before turning the gun on himself because don't worry pal it's coming from a place of love, I'll be right behind you, with you till the end of the line.

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Re: [Fill] "Keep You Going Through the Show" Pain Tolerance Training [4/?]

(Anonymous) 2014-12-22 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
oh nooo


it hurts so good

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(Anonymous) 2014-12-25 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
bless you

Bucky/Various trash party happenings revealed at buckys trial

(Anonymous) 2014-12-23 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
So it's generally been established through MCU canon that after the events of cap 2 governments worldwide started cracking down on SHIELD and HYDRA. So eventually even with the Avengers protecting him, Bucky will probably have to stand trial for his actions as the Winter Soldier. So basically (becuase I'm awful) I want all the hydra trash and horrific abuse basically coming out publically in this trial. Also would particularly enjoy Hydra members being questioned and basically being totally unapologetic about what they did. Like 'I'm going to jail for life anyways screw holding back'.

+Bucky has to present for a lot of it, but hadn't told anybody really what had happened so Steve is totally freaking out and has to be escorted out
+people making totally bs comments online about how he deserved everything he got

Oh wow just give me all the trash. *returns to where they were hiding under old granola bar wrappers*

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(Anonymous) 2014-12-23 01:16 am (UTC)(link)

after the party's over

(Anonymous) 2014-12-23 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
The Winter Soldier isn't HYDRA's only party favor. When it's over, he gets his pick of the others, 100% not caring whether they want it, because no one is looking out for him and he takes whatever he wants until someone stronger makes him to stop.

Re: after the party's over

(Anonymous) 2014-12-30 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Yay - this. I find myself wondering about other "assets" that they may have. Maybe less successful experiments in mind control, or cybernetics, or whatever.

Bucky/Steve, Steve can't help getting turned on by Bucky's torture

(Anonymous) 2014-12-23 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Back in the day, Steve and Bucky had quite the sadomasochistic relationship, dating back all the way to their teens. (BDSM as a subculture was even a thing in the 1930's and 40's!) Bucky loved pain, and Steve loved hurting Bucky. Some of their best memories from the war era were the nights where they could get enough privacy for Steve to hurt Bucky so much that he literally screamed in agony - and they both loved it.

This has resulted in Steve basically getting 'trained' to get turned on by the sight and sound of Bucky in pain/agony. It was great, back then.

It's not so great when Steve is watching footage of HYDRA 'making' and breaking the Winter Soldier. While most of Steve is appropriately horrified at what's happening Bucky, one small part of him still can't help getting turned on by the sight and sound of Bucky in so much pain.

Re: Bucky/Steve, Steve can't help getting turned on by Bucky's torture

(Anonymous) 2014-12-23 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
OP would like to clarify that she's looking for Steve reluctantly getting turned on by and maybe even jerking off to Bucky's mistreatment at the hands of HYDRA, and that mistreatment can be the main process of breaking down the Winter Soldier, or footage of HYDRA trash parties, or anything really.

casual violence

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Once he's been taught to be a good little pet assassin/fuck toy, the Soldier basically was happy to go along with any- and everything Hydra asked of him, but the one thing he was always, always so fucking scared of was unprompted punishment.

Cue post WS!Bucky always half-expecting Steve & friends to order him to go on another mission not of his choice/ to spread his legs and being not exactly fine with it but what's a weapon good for otherwise and it's not like he minds (or, at least that's what he'd like to make himself belive in order to cope).

What he really fears and tries to avoid and yet constantly expects, though, is randomly being hurt/tortured/violated, just like it always was under Hydra's command.

Re: casual violence

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
This sounds interesting but I'm having trouble visualizing how it would play out? like what are some scenarios you're thinking of? do people find out about it, or what?

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(frozen comment) Bucky meets the Winter Soldier

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Through comics-style phlebotinum, 1940's Bucky is temporarily launched in the future and meets the recovering Winter Soldier.

That's him? He's pathetic and broken. The Brooklyn boy in him wants to knock some sense into himself (with his fists) but A) Steve would not allow it B) the man is just enough not-him to get some sympathy for his weakness he'd never allow himself. Bucky helps the Winter Soldier out before he's sucked back to his own time, but the Winter Soldier is an excellent body language reader and can see the disgust in Bucky's eyes.

IDEK how Steve fits in this mess. This trash can is excellent at adding nuance onto prompts and I'll go ahead and open the floor to that, if you guys feel like it.

(frozen comment) Re: Bucky meets the Winter Soldier

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
oooooooooohmygod I NEED THIS

Pierce/WS, "So be good for goodness sake"

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
(Sort of unprompted fill - originally started this because of a request in the first dumpster. It got filled, so er, have some pine-scented trash over here instead! Happy Christmas, Trash Party.)

Fill: Pierce/WS, "So be good for goodness sake" (1/2)

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
The target’s residence is part of a gated community, situated at the north point of a man-made lake. There is ice, but it is not thick enough to withstand his augmented frame, so he has taken the frontage road ringing the lake. Dark approach, no ear piece. When he hears engines, he is expected to determine their bearing and evade on his own.

It takes the better part of an hour to circle around to the home from the drop site, and by then it is almost too late. The mission parameters specifically require he complete the plant while the targets are inside the home. There are missions where the objective is to be seen, and there are missions where the objective is to send a message. He is not to be seen this time, but he is to deliver a message.

He waits for the most recent set of taillights to recede before he breaks cover from the convenient snow structure positioned just south of the home. Based on past count, unmarked security vehicle X19CU9 will not return for at least twelve minutes. He checks again for cameras, identifies three: mailbox (facing south), porch (facing east), garage (facing west). This residence belongs to the family of a high-level operative, and their security system is more robust than most civilians’.

The Asset sweeps wide to the west, keeping to the shadows just beyond the yellow security light. The porch camera is most certainly tuned to the vulnerable back door there; likewise, the garage mount will focus on the garage entrance. He wishes he could ask if the video feed are still live. A handler is on site to infiltrate and disarm, but closing eyes was not part of the mission briefing, and he has no way to know when handlers are reading his thoughts. Even if they are, they cannot relay the answer. He scoops up a handful of snow instead, spits on it to render it slushy. He cocks his arm back until the plates calibrate, then hurls the payload round.

The snowball sticks exactly on target, just to the left of the garage top camera. Its curvature should create a blind spot in the video without triggering any obscured-glass sensors. Its temperature should confuse any heat sensors.

The Asset drops into a low crouch and approaches in a squat-walk, tactical pack held over his head. There are vehicles parked along the west side of the driveway, two civilian-cass Humvees and a modified Enforcer disguised as a high-end civilian luxury car. 379XKU - his main handler’s car. He draws close to the Enforcer and uses it for added cover while he examines the tracks leading up to the house. The snow in the side yard is marred with a multitude of footprints: adult male dress shoes and female heel points. Child-sized boots and a midsize set that could belong either to a large boy or young teen. The quantity is in line with his briefing: targets will be gathered for a ‘Christmas Eve’ party, multiple generations celebrating in the basement level of the home.

‘Christmas Eve’ is a secular holiday, observed prior to the Christian holiday on December the 25th. Characterized by travel, feasting, token gift-giving.

Christmas Eve used to mean something else, but he can’t remember what.

He decides it would be too noticeable to erase the tracks around the vehicles. The occupants will be subconsciously expecting their own footprints in the snow. And his boots are too wide to conform to the grooves of the mens’ dress shoes, but if he goes up on the balls of his bare feet he can fit into the flat fronts of the females’ pump prints. The Asset removes his thick boots and socks and places them into his tactical pack. It is not a standard issue rucksack. There is only one compartment, and a drawstring to hold it closed.

The Asset takes a deep breath and zig zags through the whorl of tracks, fighting the creeping sting of the snow. The urge to eliminate is immediate and intense, animal reaction to the sudden drop in temperature, but he cannot. piss. If he pisses he will soil the uniform. They will punish him if he soils his uniform. He wakes up already with ammonia crystallized on his skin and it mixes with the defrosting solution and burns the skin off his legs. Irritating.

He dead ends at a ‘welcome’ mat and draws in three more calming breaths. The targets appear to have entered via a side garage door. High probability they will exit the same way. The Asset makes note of it and banks into the bushes along the side of the house, trailing his tactical pack low to obscure his trail. His handler prepared him with a detailed mission map, identifying fifteen potential points of entry; the chosen one will be marked for him. Though he does not know how. Perhaps it is a test? This handler often evaluates his skills. This handler often does not tell him when. If he does not pass, it will be worse than defrosting. It will be -

There. There. A small, high window in the northwest corner. Its panes are dark, though there is an electrical candle in the sill. The candle’s bulb is not lit.

He doubles back to make sure of his assessment, but he is confident he has judged correctly. Every window along this side has an elaborate glowing display save this one. He takes a running leap and catches the sill with his flesh hand, struggles to pull himself up under the weight of his pack and disguise.

His cover is bright red, like a beacon against the tan siding. He does not understand why bright colors are a disguise in this context. He likes his darker Kevlar, favors rippled patterns in an urban environment. His handler had even permitted objections with a lopsided smile.

Cultural relevance, he’d said, before addressing the Asset’s insolence. You’ll blend right in.

The Asset boosts the window with his augmented arm, scopes the room closely before pulling himself through. The room is a small study suitable for an older professional. Large hardwood desk, thick office chair. Bookshelves on the other three walls, covered in small decorative objects. He alights carefully next to the desk and wipes his snowy feet on the fur trim of his disguise, mops up every last tell-tale drip of melt from the floor. The window is closed within seconds to prevent the targets from noticing any difference in temperature.

Murmuring voices to the east and south. He drops to his belly and the sound intensifies through the floorboards. Handler’s assessment confirmed - majority of targets congregated on basement level. The Asset decides against putting on his boots. Bare foot maneuvers will be less resonant.

He rises with his pack and roll-steps over the hardwood, one silent foot at a time. Without the benefit of overhead lights or the electric candle, the shadows in the study grow steadily darker as he moves away from the window. He feels around the outline of the door with his sensitive hand. Hinges on the right mean a clockwise rotating knob, door opening outward. He tugs off a velvet glove and searches through his pack for the WD-40, locates it by feel alone. Plastic cap, long thin spout. One squirt per hinge, and then it’s back in the sack so he can don the glove again. Velvet is over-warm, but it does not leave prints.

A woman’s voice wails unexpectedly - same level, not through the floor - and he whips into the corner, breathing harsh, accelerated. There is a strict no-engagement order; he is here to send a message. If she comes through this door, he must make himself very small behind it. He can catch it carefully to avoid any distracting bounceback. A normal civilian should not notice, but. But. He is wearing red, he cannot break her neck, his handler is on site and he is going to be punished, she is -


The noise in his mind abates in favor of the noise from the hall, resolving as the woman’s shrieks pair with jingling bells. The trip-tap-tap of drums. The targets do not have a permit for live music in a private residence, ergo: the woman’s voice must be a recording. He holds very still for thirty-five more seconds, quivering in time with his heartbeat. Definitely, definitely prerecorded music, repeating the same refrain every four to five sentences.

Music is within acceptable parameters. Music is played at seasonal parties. The noise might even mask any inadvertent sounds. He presses his nose to the crack and rotates the doorknob by degrees, straining for any sign that the music-instigator is still on this level.

Line of sight, acquired. No targets visible through the slight gap in the door. He tugs it open wider, checks his ten and two. The study appears to be situated at the end of a long corridor - the west hallway, on the diagram his handler had provided. The Asset spins out into the open space and tugs the door into a closed position, just barely short of latching. It is unlikely civilian targets would notice the door is soft set, and an unhitched latch is safest in case he needs to bolt. When he is frightened his hand tends to crush anything he grips, and he cannot risk rendering the door inoperable if he is under fire.

The woman is still singing about horses and snow from the south-east, the same direction as he needs to proceed. He follows her voice to a junction and performs another corner check. No sign of activity. The east-west hall is lined with strings of white LEDs - ineffective lighting for normal humans, but perfect for his purposes. He pads along fast and low to the ground, carrying the payload high on his back. There is an open space up ahead - most certainly the drop site, but also, heightened risk. The entrance to the lower level is at the far southeast corner. Slatted banister railing, circling a stairwell. If any targets come even halfway up the stairs, they will be able to see him.

He is here to send a message. He must not be seen.

He whips into the open room, every inch of his body tingling. It looks like a hotel, like any other nice place for an ambush. Multiple soft seats, a roaring fire in a hearth. Overhead speakers, the source of the prerecorded music.

Small white statues on every surface, faceless people with disproportionate wings. Their ceramic eyes make him uncomfortable for reasons he cannot explain.

A large conifer is propped up in the northwest corner, decorated with LEDs and glass baubles. Many boxes, covered in bright paper. His payload will go unnoticed amidst the bright cacophony. He opens his red tactical sack and withdraws it, four identical rectangular boxes, also wrapped in colorful paper. Red and white stripes.

Candy canes, he thinks absently.

Something heavy shifts and slides as he wedges the first package flat against the wall. It is not candy canes.

He arranges the other three packages equidistant around the tree, obscured behind larger, more lavishly decorated boxes. His handler will activate them remotely, only after the targets have had time to find the message he must leave.

The Asset draws close to the fireplace, one eye still trained on the downstairs railing. It is a gas hearth with a faux log at the center, three hot points of blue flame burning steadily at the base. He unfolds a thick letter from his pack and places it on the wide sitting stones in front of the fire. Bright seasonal paper with encrypted language. The targets are meant to know who has visited, with no clue who ordered the strike.

He fusses with the placement until it is just right, catching the light so the gilded border glows. Task two of three, complete.

The noise from below peaks sharply and he ducks behind the nearest soft seat. Almost done. Almost out. He peers up over the back of a multi-person chair and scans the room again, searching for -- yes. His handler’s signal is laid out on a low table next to the conifer, waiting for the Asset to reply.

He drags his pack over and surveys a plate filled with round tack, a heaping glass of milk. He is meant to take a mouthful of each. His targets will accept it as a cultural tradition; his handler will take it as a sign he’s completed the plant. He reaches for a piece of tack, and -

The jingling bells in the background snap off like they’ve been muzzled. Every instinct screams. He whirls to check all points of ingress, but no targets are visible. The speakers still have a ‘power’ light. The Asset goes down on his knees behind the table, ready to roll away if there’s the slightest hint of movement.

A low thrum ripples out from the speakers, like the amplified twang of a bowstring. A new song. Stupid. He is so stupid, it is just the next track in the recording. If his handler is watching his thoughts right now, he would be so very ashamed.

He is about to get up when the woman’s voice kicks back in, haunting and low, and it hits him like a steel toe to the kidney.

He has never heard this voice before. He does not know this language. Yet he knows this.

He is on his knees and he knows this.

The burbling voices are everywhere at once, rising through the floorboards, expanding to the roof. The ceiling is expanding. There is a tree but there are also arches, windows that curve into points at the top.

Veni, veni...

Not tack but wafers. Not milk but wine. He is on his knees, and they are on their knees, and the woman is singing, singing, high and clear, in a language he has never known but also heard his entire life.

Somewhere, distantly, the Asset thinks ‘malfunction’.

Vigil is timeless like a hot summer day, like a stakeout in Kosovo with no backup coming. He cannot tell how long he kneels. He cannot name the handler kneeling beside him. She has thick curls framing her face and wrinkles close to her eyes, and he must be very quiet and pay attention or she will tell his father and father will strap him within an inch of his life. The Secretary will strap him. His handler is the Secretary. The Secretary said to be quiet and pay attention, because he’s delivering a message, and he must not be seen.

There is a small squeak, south by south-east. Squeaking is not allowed at Vigil. He’s on his knees with his sisters and they have to be quiet. He glares at Becca, who is hanging on the railing, eyes as wide as dinner plates. His sister knows better than to play on stairs.

Becca is on the stairs.

He jumps up so fast his arm gets caught in a calibration loop, rippling like a wave up and down over and over. Becca is staring at him like she can’t believe he’s real and he can’t believe he let her see him. Their father is going to be so mad. He doesn’t want it to hurt. It’s Christmas Eve, and the family is all here, and they’re supposed to sit through to midnight together.

He draws a finger up to shush her, but it’s already too late. Becca is yelling something down the stairs, and the quality of the party noise changes. Vigil is broken. Footsteps coming their way. His handler will know how badly he’s failed. But there is a strict no-kill order, because it’s about sending a message, and he can’t kill his baby sister even if her eyes are brown and her hair is completely the wrong color.

The Asset makes a split second decision and sweeps the hard tack into his sack, plate and all. He bolts back the way he came, sick with dread, just as the first of the packages starts to ring behind him.

It’s going to hurt.


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Pierce/WS, Pierce topping from the bottom

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
My needs are simple: I want Pierce (back in the day, when he was a lot less creaky and arthritic) aggressively topping from the bottom, and riding the Asset like a pony.

I offer a bag of mummified brussel sprouts to whosoever can make this happen with Pierce doing all the hair-pulling, slapping, biting and threats to castrate the Asset if he comes before Pierce does. And a lone, vintage, satsuma in a sock if, at one point, the Asset calls Pierce Steve, and Pierce's response is to ride the Asset harder while choking him with both hands.

Re: Pierce/WS, Pierce topping from the bottom

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Pierce was grateful. He had made the right call, and he knew it, been willing to follow Hydra's plans because he knew that was the way to success Because he was certain that it was the right thing to do. But, well, their incentives plan wasn't bad either.

He chuckled to himself softly as he unlocked the door to the hotel room he had been given for the night. He was doing well, and soon he was being promoted once again. He was already liasing between SHIELD and the other agencies, diverting and altering what was necessary, and the right people were impressed. Which led to this reward.

The asset was visible when he walked into the room, laying on the bed with his eyes blown wide, utterly naked. It was painfully obvious that the man was frightened, and Pierce could understand why - he'd seen how the other brutes treated him, how they reduced him simply to a pile of agony. He would do so much better. As for his state of undress, well, it was a shame to be deprived of the exquisite pleasure of stripping away his armour and being met with pale scarred skin. That would have to go in the report.

The asset seemed to notice him after a moment, and the paralysing fear gave way to something closer to confusion. He'd been wiped since last time. Shame, Pierce thought to himself as he hung up his jacket, he hated the effort of reteaching these things. Still, in the end it would be worth it.

There was no noise from the other inhabitant of the room as Pierce removed his tie. He walked to stand beside the asset, holding it out. Hesitantly, the man on the bed raised his hands so that Pierce could tie them.
"Good..." Pierce murmured softly, reaching down to stroke the asset's hair until he relaxed. "Do you remember me?"
The asset shook his head. He wouldn't lie, even if it would work in his favour. Pierce sighed dramatically, leaning down so that his lips were resting against the asset's ear.
"You will." He punctuated his promise with a bite, sharp enough to make the figure on the bed draw in a frightened breath. Perfect. He glanced down his body, and saw that his cock was already beginning to swell. The asset's mind not have remembered him, but his body did.

Pierce stood again, moving around and frowning slightly when he noticed that someone had 'considerately' left the asset's ass slick with lube. He supposed that tearing was meant to be avoided, but he was sure he should have been consulted on that. After all, it wasn't the asset's ass that he was interested in. He reached out to run a finger along the asset's cock, making him twitch.
"Easy now..." He murmured, continuing the touches. They were gentle, and that tenderness alone was enough to make the man on the bed moan. "That's it..." He praised, slowly coaxing the asset to full hardness. He'd learned before that if he was too rough at this stage, the asset wouldn't be able to perform, and he had no plans of chasing away his evening's entertainment. Once he was ready, then the real fun could begin.

Another twitch, and the pale beading of liquid at the head of the asset's cock was enough to convince Pierce that the time was right for him to act. He removed his own shirt slowly.
"Watch me." He told the figure, enjoying the chance to make a show of himself, to remove his own pants, and then his boxers. He reached out for the packet of lube, nose crinkling in disgust at the brand. With the work he had done, he felt he deserved something slightly classier. Still, it would do.

Making sure the asset's eyes were fixed upon him, he opened the packet and wet his fingers, moaning at the sensation as he pushed into himself. The asset whimpered beneath his breath, and Pierce moved his hand quicker, before reaching out and brushing his slick hand over the asset's cock. He stroked him quickly, waiting until the asset's hips moved just a fraction, pleading for more. He snatched his hand away.
"Not until I tell you to." He told him clearly. "Or else..." He ran a finger across the asset's balls, knowing how sensitive he was, and smirking as he cringed.

"I think we're both ready now, don't you?" He asked him softly, manoeuvring himself, his hands resting against the headboard as he brushed down against the asset's length. He licked his lips, feeling the familiar pressure against his entrance, before taking a deep breath and guiding himself down a little. He let himself cry out as he slowly worked himself deeper onto him, moaning at the sensation of being filled.

He lowered himself the full distance, groaning at the sensation. He stayed still for a few moments once he was resting against the asset, then lifted himself up once more. It took a few moments for the pace to get right, and a few more for him to find the perfect angle. When he did, he gasped, eyes closing as he took another deep breath, starting to rock against him.

There was recognition in the asset's eyes now, a look of surprise almost as past training kicked into place, and he began to move his hips just a little, bucking them up to meet Pierce as he came down. For a few moments, Pierce let it continue, before he brought his hand down hard on the side of the asset's face.

The noise that escaped the asset then was closer to a whine than anything else, but instead of placing his hand back on the headboard Pierce buried it in the asset's hair, tangling his fingers and pulling hard.
"You stay still, do you understand me?" There was no response and Pierce shook him by the hair, still rocking his hips against him. "Do you understand me?"
Wincing at the pain, the asset nodded, and Pierce reached out to untie his hands. Now that he knew he had him aware of who was in charge, he could release him.
"You know what to do."

The asset nodded, his hands reaching back to rest against Pierce's ass. Pierce moaned at the sensation, shivering at the brush of cold metal and starting to move faster. It felt almost unbelievably good. What he was doing with the asset might have been pressing at the rules, but no one was ever going to know, and it felt far too wonderful to stop. He could feel orgasm beginning to build but he fought it off, taking deeper breaths to let the sensation continue longer. His legs were starting to shake, his skin prickled with sweat, but he didn't let that stop him. He wasn't going to slow down.

He looked down, and noted with satisfaction that the asset was biting his own lip, the skin damp and swollen red.
"I mean it." He muttered. "You come before I do, I cut it off."
There was a whimper, and he simply sped up in response.

He moaned out, slumping forwards slightly so his hands rested either side of the asset's head, his breath in gasps. He felt a gentle touch brush against his quivering thigh and snarled.
"Where I put them."

The asset didn't respond, looking up at him in confusion. Even lost in sensation as he was, Pierce nearly swore at the fact the techs had managed to wipe out too much. But the human hand brushed against his cheek, and he shivered as he saw the way the asset was looking at him, like he was worshipping him.
"Steve." The asset breathed, and that was enough. Pierce's hands fastened around the asset's throat, squeezing tighter as he felt himself getting close. The asset was gasping for breath, and Pierce cried out as climax overtook him, spatters of white across the asset's chest, one drop reaching the asset's bitten lip.

Pierce continued to move, rocking still until he had milked out the last few drops of pleasure. He panted, sweating, blinking the hair back from his eyes, and looking down at the asset. He loosened his grip, and smirked.

He felt the asset climax on command, the warmth of it filling him, and he smirked, squeezing around him for a moment before lifting off and lying on his stomach on the bed, his legs spread apart to expose his hole.
"Go on then. Clean up." He said, tilting his head and moaning as he felt the asset move down the bed, and a tentative tongue brush against him.

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aftermath fic

(Anonymous) 2014-12-25 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
An aftermath/post-TWS fic where Bucky is in the beginning of a relationship with any or all of the main 3 (i.e. steve sam natasha) (Sam/Bucky is my jam and there's so little of it) but before their first time together Bucky feels like he has to come clean about his trashy past.

+ Bucky doesn't even frame it as rape, the other(s) have to explain it to him
++ Bucky still wants to go ahead with sex they just take it real slow
+++ maybe Bucky is triggered or has trouble with a certain aspect of sex but they talk him through it and either continue on or cuddle and promise to try again later


(Anonymous) 2014-12-26 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry if this is off topic.
Winter Soldier and the strike team are mercenary bodyguards for Prince Jack Benjamin from "Kings" (currently free on Hulu). Maybe they take turns and the Winter Soldier is only a bodyguard on alternate Sundays or something. I think the King and Queen would clone their son to have extra body parts in case of injury (a safeguard to letting the crown prince actually fight in a war). Since Jack has lived so far they decided to super soldier that clone and now the WS takes bodyguard shifts among other things. They still treat him like a thing, a weapon, spare parts if it comes to it. Everyone still treats WS like trash.

Seeing yourself suck off yourself must be a head trip.

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yes please

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Asset, orgasm denial, just enough to know what he's missing

(Anonymous) 2014-12-26 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
When the Asset is used for the first time after every wipe, he's allowed to come exactly once after a long teasing fuck.

Every party thereafter, they deliberately keep aroused and needy throughout, but he's not allowed to come anymore than he's allowed to go soft. If he begs pretty enough, they might give him a cock ring to keep his dick as hard as they want it instead of the cruel and deliberate teasing of their hands and mouths.

Red Skull/Peggy Carter - TFA era, trying to break her

(Anonymous) 2014-12-26 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Years before she and Steve ever met, Peggy was captured by HYDRA when the SSR was trying to extract Dr. Erskine. The Red Skull decided to interrogate her personally. Very personally.

Johan Schmidt doing badwrong rapey things to Peggy Carter, trying to break her and failing.

Bonus for humiliation.

Bonus for anal.

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Strike Team/ Steve Gang rape

(Anonymous) 2014-12-26 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
There is only one thing that I want.
It's for poor Stevie to get gang raped in front of the Avengers by the Strike team and by the Winter Soldier.

+ If Steve cries but doesn't beg
+ If Natasha gets communication to someone just before their capture
+ The Avengers are in the room but are tied up/injected with something/anything that prevents them from fighting back.
+ They're in there for a few days and Steve gets raped every day
+ Someone on the Avengers team tries to talk him through the many rapes
++ If Coulson (who is miraculously alive) or Fury or Maria rescues them with a team of their own.

Please fill out my trashy request.

Re: Strike Team/ Steve Gang rape

(Anonymous) 2014-12-26 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
>>If Coulson (who is miraculously alive) or Fury or Maria rescues them with a team of their own.

Did you mean Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Because post-CA:TWS, Coulson is very much alive and kicking, whereas Fury and Maria don't really have access to that kind of manpower anymore.

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Roles Are Reversed

(Anonymous) 2014-12-27 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
The Winter Soldier has finally snapped underneath all of the torture, the abuse and the multiple rapes and finally decides to retaliate, his conditioning coming loose.
So WS's form of revenge is rape.

+ He sexually abuses Pierce/Rumlow/Rollins the most
++ He overrides the Hydra system and keeps them all locked in a room as he has his way with them
+++ His mind reverts back to his Russian settings so whenever someone screams out a command he doesn't respond

Entertain me trashbabies

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(Anonymous) 2014-12-27 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oooh someone do this fill, please!

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(frozen comment) Bucky/Steve (+ Avengers/Bucky)

(Anonymous) 2014-12-27 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Trash!Avengers and Trash!Steve AU.

Steve's reading some article out loud one moment, and the next thing he knows, Bucky's laying on the couch, clothes gone, legs spread open enticingly, and Steve wouldn't be able to stop himself even if he wanted to.

Wherein Steve triggers Bucky and enjoys every second of it.

+ He shares the development with his team, who are not above using the trigger for their own benefit.

++ Bonus: barebacking, overstimulation, double penetration, and all the trash things you can come up with.

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(Anonymous) 2014-12-27 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry, anon. It says right there up in the prompt post: dark!good guys AUs are off-topic. To me, "Steve wouldn't be able to stop himself even if he wanted to" and "he shares the development with his team, who are not above using the trigger for their own benefit" are definite indicators of dark!Avengers.

Trashmod, your verdict on this, please?

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Mpreg Bucky

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
HYDRA for whatever reason - as experimentation or they want to clone the Asset - find a way to make Bucky carry a child. The Asset takes great care of his unborn silently but with dedication, but a miscarriage proves fatal to all involved in the project.

Just want to see a miscarried Soldier fuming and taking it out on everyone.

Stupid Sexy Pierce

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
As seen on Tumblr:

I just feel like we need more trash of charming young Alexander Pierce being a manipulative, conniving asshat. While looking like the American dream.

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Stockholm syndrome

(Anonymous) 2014-12-29 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
May we have some Brock/Sam Stockholm syndrome fic, post canon possibly (but not at all adverse to pre-canon either) where Rumlow keeps Sam prisoner and start a slow, thorough and elaborate brain washing in order to make Sam a follower, but in realty he mostly wants Sam be dependent on him. It's up to you, or to how your story evolves, whether Rumlow succeeds and to what degree.

If there's sex too at some point (oh yes please!), feel free to explore *any* kink, though since it's Rumlow - and with Sam - I'd bet it involves pain of some sort. ;) :D Not at all adverse to a dom/sub kind of interplay either. *wink wink*

--- I'm totally OK if you want switch Sam with Steve. C:

Silence of the Lambs AU

(Anonymous) 2014-12-29 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
But not really. Some HYDRA asshole's seen Silence of the Lambs one too many times and thinks it'd be funny to do the "it puts the lotion on its skin" thing with the Winter Soldier.

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Corrective Rape

(Anonymous) 2014-12-29 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
A re-educational fucking, 1984-style. Like healing cock, but more brain-y. HYDRA or the Russkies got a new idea about how to train the Winter Soldier.