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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.

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Steve and Bucky were on their way back to JFK before nightfall. In the back of the car Tony had put at their disposal, Bucky was slowly opening and closing his metal his fingers and admiring their smooth and silent movements.

“They get you all fixed up?” Steve asked, sitting beside him.

“Good as new,” Bucky answered, extending his arm and rotating his palm. “In fact,” he said, “we made some improvements.”

Steve almost jumped when Bucky laid his hand gently on top of his wrist. Then he realized what he was supposed to notice. “It's...” Steve swallowed, trying to overcome the shock of Bucky touching him, “it's warm.”

“Body temperature,” Bucky grinned, “all the better for physical interaction.”

Steve supposed this was the part where he was supposed to make some corny sex joke, but none came to mind.

Bucky yawned. “Oh, god. I wish you'd taken Tony's offer to upgrade to first class. It's so much easier to sleep in those seats,” he said, then laid his head back on the leather upholstery and dozed.

*

The first time he had seen the yellow-haired man outside of the punishment chamber was at the address they had given him to find Director Fury. He saw the man speaking to the target through the scope of his rifle and wondered why he was there. His finger itched to blow his brains out but he had not been given the order to do so. He was shaking so badly that he barely hit his target.

After bringing the target down, the yellow-haired man gave chase. Whether it was because he was now an enemy or if he meant to punish him made no difference to the asset. He ran, the man hot on his heels. He had almost escaped when a strange instinct told him to turn, and he wasn't surprised when he caught the circular shield that was hurled at him. He faced him, met his gaze, and hoped the man could see the rancor in his eyes. I could kill you if I wanted to, they said, maybe one day I will. The man seemed awestruck, naïve, even boyish. His face, though eerily familiar, was not that of a cruel rapist and for a moment he wondered if this was really the yellow-haired man. Perhaps he was an imposter. It didn't matter. He threw the object back at him and fled.

A few days later, the asset was sent after four targets. One of them was the yellow-haired man, a traitor named Steve Rogers. He had never felt more enthusiasm for a mission than this one, his chance to finally avenge his rape.

When the vehicle was located, he threw himself on top of it, tore the sniveling Sitwell out, and threw him into traffic. Then he began firing through the roof, hoping to hit the female that had escaped him so many years earlier. He wanted the satisfaction of finishing her before he had his time with Rogers. Someone (Rogers, most likely) foiled him by pulling the emergency brake, and launched him forward. Frustrated, he jumped back on top of the roof and yanked out the steering wheel, wishing it was the beating heart of the yellow-haired traitor.

Rogers gathered his cohorts and escaped before the tumbling vehicle spilled them all over the freeway, but at this point, nothing less could be expected. The man was worth a hundred Strike agents and that was probably why Hydra had given him the privilege of abusing their greatest asset whenever he pleased. He still wanted Romanov first, so he launched a grenade at Rogers and sent him flying off the highway, planning to sacrifice the rest of the team to tracking him. They would not succeed.

The woman, Romanov, had almost been neutralized when he was interrupted by Rogers, who should still have been distracted by the woefully incompetent Strike team. He forgot her, forgot the entire mission, and threw every piece himself into the fight. He hated the way Rogers hid behind that garish shield and took great pleasure in ripping it out of his hands, leaving him naked and accessible. When he got Rogers by the throat and felt the man's flesh yielding to the grip of his hand, he pulled him close enough to see into his eyes, to make sure the traitor understood whose vengeance this was. He could have pulled his larynx out right then, but thought better of it. Two times I let you live. Two lives of yours are mine to take. He threw Rogers back and engaged him again, relishing the panic in his rapist's face as he fought to avoid the blade. He would have gutted him if Rogers hadn't been lucky enough to catch him by the jaw and heave him over his shoulder, tearing the mask off.

While he was on the ground, he picked up a firearm to end this thing, seeing that he had indulged himself too long already. He turned to the enemy and his bare face felt raw. Rogers said a word, a name that meant nothing, but something in the man's face was all wrong. There was love there, and heartbreak, and a thousand other emotions the asset didn't believe in. He was about to fire when something knocked him over. He got on his feet again but the Romanov woman had a grenade launcher pointed at him. He ran.

Somehow he was extracted and taken to the vault for debriefing, but he couldn't remember anything. His mind was swimming, flooded in fragmented memories. Cold memories, painful memories, and broken ones that hurt because they filled him with the alien sense of loss. He knew the yellow-haired man was in those memories - not the one who hurt him, but the one he had almost killed.

He couldn't stay focused on reality, not even with Pierce standing before him. He knew what the councilman was going to demand, and didn't fight it. Whatever was infecting his mind had to go, no matter how much the wipes hurt. He opened his mouth willingly for the bit and looked directly at the commander, making sure he watched and understood what real devotion was.

He opened his mouth willingly for the bit and looked directly at the commander, making sure he watched and understood what real devotion was.

Ooooh boy. Nice.

So we got to talking in the trash chat and it was decided that what this dumpster needs is more dislocated joint fics. Pretty please?

This isn't required, but I feel I should add that I would LOVE it even more if Brock was written as a demon-morph or full-on incubus, and/or Jack as a minotaur-morph or centaur, and/or Bucky as anything tbh. More info on these races can be found here: https://corruptionofchampions.orain.org/wiki/Sentient_Species And you can also check that site out for other info relating to the game. I'd recommend referring to it if you are playing the game and have questions.

Some people accuse misunderstandings of being a tired plot device, but do you know when they're still totally valid? When they're used in order to hurt Bucky Barnes' feelings.

Okay so

+ Steve and Bucky are together, but Steve doesn't know that Bucky was raped in captivity

+ Then the bomb gets dropped in some kind of horrible, traumatic way.
Anything from Bucky being badly triggered in bed to Bucky actually being revictimized would work fine

+ Either Steve is worried that he's been hurting Bucky, could hurt him, or that his ability to consent is compromised. Just whatever the impetus is, Steve floats the idea that they should take a break from having sex, thinking to, you know, at least regroup after the shockwave. And Bucky immediately agrees, and everything is fine

Or at least, that's how it went from Steve's perspective. What Bucky thinks happened is that Steve decided he didn't want him anymore, specifically because he found out about Bucky's history of rape. Bucky walks away from that conversation believing Steve broke up with him. And everything is awful for Bucky. All his feelings of shame, dirtiness, and worthlessness have just been validated by Steve Rogers. He's also dealing with the emotional fallout of his abuse being revealed and however it happened, as well as every other ongoing Winter Soldier trauma, and on top of that his primary source of support has been ripped away. Essentially, all the agony of this blow, with this timing, from Steve.

Things that would make this trash baby very happy include:
Bucky being in terrible emotional pain and not telling anybody!
No matter how hurt Bucky feels, he doesn't think he has the right to mention it!
Self-esteem so low it's nonexistent!
Steve notices Bucky being withdrawn, but figures he's just thrown, and what Steve sees as giving Bucky time and privacy, Bucky takes as more abandonment!
Eventually Steve finds out how much hurt he's inadvertently heaped on Bucky, but before, during, and after that pain!

I just need some more sexpollen-ed Steve, where he's desperate to be fucked and horrified about it and trying to be stoic but he can't stop begging, because Blood From a Stone was hot as hell and I have a lot of feelings about Sam and Steve. If you can set it post CA:TWS and have a (mostly) recovered Bucky helping him through it too, I will love you forever.

OOH OOH, OR BROCK AS A DRAGON-MORPH WOULD BE FANTASTIC!! But if Brock would be a dragon-morph, then Jack would have to be a human in that case, because, well, because of this: http://41.media.tumblr.com/3c8ae95b6adb33a94be15007eed2be27/tumblr_nbvahvmJA31t6mfyho1_1280.jpg

This is the best. THE BEST.

I need this more than a lot of things. God, can you just imagine if it happened after Bucky had been revictimized again? Especially if it was by a Hydra goon who had on several occasions partaken in typical trash shenanigans. Imagine how Bucky would probably be hearing that asshole's voice in his head, telling him this was all he's good for, how pathetic it was that he thought he was worth anything more, echoes of all the degrading things he'd called Bucky crowding his head and morphing into self-disgust, because how could he possibly have thought he was good enough for Steve? He's tainted, broken, used-up, not fit to lick Steve's boots. He shouldn't be surprised Steve finally realized; it was only a matter of time. Think of all the blessed sweetness Steve will rain upon Bucky once he finally realizes what's going on, how guilty and awful he'll feel for not noticing sooner just how gutted Bucky had been feeling after his misunderstanding. Yes, please!

There's nothing worse than Bucky being revictimized, because if the universe were fair all his suffering would warrant him a lifelong Get Out of Pain Free card. To have him instead work hard to get his life back only to drag him under another sadist's power again is the absolute cruelest way to twist the knife Hydra stuck in him. The fallout from that alone would be devastating, but then, in the aftermath, to have Steve accidentally confirm all his worst fears about himself... And then YES, all the agony for Steve upon realizing what happened. I can see Steve not really knowing how to support Bucky in the wake of an assault, and suggesting they take a break from sex would be him trying to help Bucky feel safe. He would eat himself alive with guilt when he found out how drastically he'd worsened a terrible situation, and like you said, that he'd failed to notice how badly Bucky was hurting. Also he'd be so horrified to finally understand how little Bucky thinks of himself.

Fuck, I need this fic yesterday.

Oh please someone write this!

So, I was always sort of wondering how Bucky would keep himself alive post-CATWS if he's not with Steve, but also cut loose from Hydra.

So I was thinking: what if his abuse lead to him not really having sexual boundaries, and seeing sex as a commodity. He survives by offering his body for sexual services. Blowjobs, dicks up his ass, even kinky, degrading requests: he doesn't care, he's "used to it anyway", can take a lot of pain, and at least he gets paid.

Since he moves from town to town, he needs to compete with local sex workers, he needs to have competitive prices. Also he figures that with the arm, the scars and his past he's less desirable. So he sells himself for little money. If he gets upset or triggered with a client, he tries to suffer through it, because he feels lucky they'd even pay him at all.

-Trash points if he gets flashbacks to his original abuse

- Bonus trash points if Steve finds him in a humiliating situation, and Bucky offers he'll do *anything* to make Steve feel good for food and shelter.

- Extra bonus trash points if Steve takes him home and Bucky tries to service his sexually on several occasions.

-Super duper trash points if this arouses Steve even though he thinks it's wrong and they somehow end up having sex anyway.

-I'm a sucker for hopeful or happy endings, but choice is up to you.

I'm back and I have ten thousand thoughts on this.

Steve really isn't a man of comforting words or intimate confession. As tiny Steve, he was way too defensive to admit he was vulnerable, and as big Steve, he doesn't want to bleed all over people -- so we've never really see him talk about his problems, how they make him feel, his needs. And he treats other people the same way. If someone opens up to him he's kind and respectful, but he doesn't push for more, and he doesn't bare his soul in return. So I can so easily see him trying to figure out how to be there for Bucky afterward, and then just... basing it on what he thinks he himself would want in that situation: no invasive prying, no patronizing pep talks. Be there for him, be respectful. But he has no idea what it's like in Bucky's head or how badly he'd need to hear that he was still valued. Plus he'd still be supportive and present after the "breakup," because Steve thinks they're still in a relationship!, but from Bucky's perspective that would just be... what? Steve being good enough to be kind to Bucky anyway? A bitter reminder of what Steve's realized Bucky doesn't deserve anymore? So Bucky shuts down, hides his vulnerabilities, distances himself, and Steve is worried but he wants to respect Bucky's obvious desire for privacy, and so Bucky feels like wow, Steve really doesn't care now, and the spiral goes deeper...

Think of all the blessed sweetness Steve will rain upon Bucky once he finally realizes what's going on

You know how, when you're hurting, you can hold it together until the exact moment someone realizes you're not okay? What if Bucky were grimly trudging on through this nightmare, keeping everything stamped down as far as it will go, until the misunderstanding is finally cleared up. And then, with Steve looking at him with love and concern, saying all the things Bucky's needed to hear all along -- I still love you, I still want you, you're wonderful, you're strong -- that's when he breaks down. I have this image of Bucky clamping his own hand over his mouth trying to keep himself in check, but all the stress and pain is finally releasing and he's just crying and making these choked hurt noises behind his hand. Also please feel free to imagine Steve's feelings upon seeing Bucky in so much pain and knowing he caused it.

Bucky jerked like the bell hitting his chest was a bullet, and then he scrambled away from Steve, tearing off his mask and goggles, opening both hands wide.

"Sorry," he said, wide-eyed.

It was thoroughly Bucky's voice, Bucky's wide eyes, nothing of the Soldier left on his face despite the uniform. He reached toward Steve without touching, looking him up and down like he expected to see blood somewhere. "Shit, sorry, Steve, are you okay?"

"M'fine," Steve said, sitting up and yanking his shirt down, rubbing at his face. He couldn't meet Bucky's eyes--he looked actually worried that he'd hurt Steve, and for the first time Steve wondered if his plan could do more harm than good.

Still he said, "See? You stopped."

His voice came out shakier than he meant it to. He'd maybe practiced that a little too much. He swallowed against the lingering ache in his throat, and made himself look up and meet Bucky's gaze.

Bucky was starting to frown. "Did you--you did that on purpose."

"Well, it wasn't an accident," Steve said, and his voice was steadier now but his stomach twisted with guilt. He should have waited until Bucky did something worse--maybe Bucky wouldn't have, maybe it would have been fine. "You needed to know I would, and that you would stop if I did."

Bucky's eyes narrowed, and then he looked away. Steve could see him replaying it in his head before his eyes darted back to Steve, his expression of concentration turning back to horrified apology. "I called you doll."

Steve jerked his shoulders, his shrug coming out too tense. It was stupid. He shouldn't have--he should have saved it, or else used the safeword for that blow to the kidney, that had been actually dangerous. "It was--a little too much like the other day?"

"Shit," Bucky said. He came over to Steve's side and curled his arms around Steve's waist, pressing an apologetic kiss to the spot at his throat where his t-shirt had pressed, though it wasn't even marked.

"Shit, sorry, I wasn't thinking, I was just running my mouth. I shouldn't've--"

"You can, though," Steve said. "I can--we can keep going, just--just don't call me that if I'm not supposed to be me and you're not supposed to be you."

"God, I was making you do the same thing," Bucky muttered, totally ignoring what Steve had said as he gathered Steve into a hug like he actually needed it. "Sorry, that can be off-limits. New rule."

Steve shook his head but didn't push away from Bucky's arms. "You can, it just--surprised me, I--we can start over, I shouldn't--"

"Hey," Bucky pulled back, touching Steve's cheek to make Steve meet his eyes. "You wanted me to stop, you told me to stop, I stopped. You did exactly what you were supposed to do, and we're done now. We can try again some other time, but for now, we're finished. You did it right and we're done."

"I didn't," Steve said, and, God, he didn't have to practice stumbling over his words, he did that just fine. "You didn't--you don't have to--"

"Shut up until you can say something that makes any sense," Bucky said sternly.

He jerked Steve into another hug, and Steve told himself it was because Bucky wanted him to that he relaxed into it, resting his cheek against Bucky's leather-covered shoulder. He willingly ignored the way the straps and buckles on Bucky's chest dug into his bare arm and shoulder.

"You did your part," Bucky repeated. "You did it right, and now it's the part where I'm nice to you and take care of you."

"I don't need anything," Steve muttered, except he was still leaning into Bucky's chest, and it'd probably be outright cuddling if Bucky weren't wearing what amounted to armor.

"Well, I do," Bucky said. "You scared the hell out of me, I thought I'd have to rupture your goddamn spine before you'd tap out. I thought you must be half dead. I'm so fuckin' glad you told me to stop, Stevie, but you gotta let me be sweet to you for a while, okay? For me."

"Well, for you," Steve muttered. "You should change clothes."

"Yeah, come on, come with me," Bucky said, pulling Steve up as he stood. "You want a shower? Wanna wash up?"

Steve shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Sure you are," Bucky agreed. "Come on, I'll change as long as you come with me, huh?"

Steve huffed but didn't argue. He hadn't really earned Bucky treating him like this, and he didn't really need it, but if Bucky was going to insist he could go along with it. It was the way this was supposed to work, and it would be good to practice the whole routine. If they could get some more practice out of it the whole effort wouldn't be wasted by him using the safeword.

Bucky sat him down at the foot of the bed and stepped away to strip out of his heavy tactical gear. It occurred to Steve that his mask and goggles would still be on the floor somewhere in the living room, along with the thrown bell, but that was all right. Seeing them lying there later wouldn't bother him--it wasn't something Bucky had to clean up in secret. Last time he'd made the broken glass and blood disappear before Steve could see them, but last time Steve had actually been upset.

There was something fascinating in watching Bucky strip out of the Soldier's armor. Seeing his bare skin revealed beneath, scars and all, woke some hunger for touch and closeness that was as urgent as sex without being sex at all. Steve just wanted to touch him, wanted to feel him exposed this way, with his transition back from Soldier to Bucky complete. Steve didn't want anything to come between them, and without really thinking about it he stripped his own shirt off, which got Bucky's attention.

"Okay there, pal?" Bucky said, standing on one foot, the combat boot he'd just pulled off still cradled in his hands.

"I told you, I'm fine," Steve repeated. "I just--can you not put any clothes on? I just... I wanna touch you. Can we do that? Just... just touching?"

Bucky studied him for a few seconds, then shrugged and dropped his boot, raising his other foot to undo the laces. "Sure, if that's what you want. You're okay having your clothes off too?"

Steve nodded and unfastened his pants, shoving them down while Bucky did the same with his. The sight of Bucky's limp dick made Steve remember the feel of it straining hard against him, and he winced. "I'm sorry--"

"Don't apologize," Bucky said sharply, coming over to sit beside him. "You did the right thing."

"No, I--I know," Steve said, and he set his hand on Bucky's thigh, his fingertips close to Bucky's dick without quite touching it uninvited. "I meant the other kind of sorry. I'm sorry you didn't get to finish."

"Oh," Bucky said, and his face tensed in an odd expression, like he'd bitten into a lemon but he was savoring the sourness. "I... I would've liked to, but it was kind of good not to. Kind of... human."

Steve tightened his hand on Bucky's thigh and carefully didn't point out that Bucky was entirely human.

"I mean, before," Bucky said, raising his two hands, one flesh and blood and one shining metal. "There were only two options--either I didn't, couldn't, at all," he gestured with his left hand, "or I had to," his right hand closed into a fist. "And if I had to--then I had to finish, too, because it was on orders. It was for a purpose. So getting all worked up and then stopping, it's..."

"Human," Steve agreed, because that really was the right word for it. "Just something that happens sometimes."

"Yeah," Bucky said, looking at him with a sad little smile. "Kind of a dumb thing to like, but--thanks for giving that back to me."

Steve kissed him, and Bucky sighed softly into it and kissed him back. It was slow and soft, their tongues touching only glancingly. Bucky pulled away first, and he immediately gathered Steve into a hug too close for kissing. Steve cuddled into it without reservation this time. This was human too, this need for touch, closeness, that wasn't just sex or the satisfaction of some other urge. This was good.

"Come on," Bucky said finally. "We got a bed here, let's lie down, huh?"

Steve nodded into his shoulder and didn't move until Bucky made a familiar exasperated noise and moved him, dragging them both up the bed. Steve only moved then to resettle himself against and on top of Bucky, pressing skin to skin all the way down to their feet. He hooked his around Bucky's.

"It's real nice of you to humor me like this," Bucky murmured, and Steve squirmed a little at the teasing but held on. Bucky brushed the knuckles of his metal hand softly against Steve's cheek, a steady, repetitive caress. Steve didn't fall asleep, exactly, but he let himself be lulled by it, by the warmth of Bucky's body and the regularity of his breathing. For a little while they could just be quiet together and need nothing more.

Ugh! The image of Sebastian Stan sucking on a pacifer...

I really enjoyed Bucky's perspective on CATWS and I'm looking forward to more of the fallout!

Mmm, feel good fic. Who'd have thought.

*whimpers* Please?

Two things are my favorite about this fic:

1) FUCKING EVERYTHING.
2) The way the final number of chapters goes up every time you update. Darling anon, I would happily read this forever.

Everything about this is perfect, especially charging less b/c of his scars

I love Steve's ridiculous self. Okay he'll do cuddling even though he hasn't EARNED IT. As PRACTICE.

This is fast becoming one of my favorites. Love Steve and Bucky struggling with the issues that come with BDSM and learning how to do it best. Love Steve's sticking to the agreement and the inevitable first-safeword guilt. You agree to safewords but it's so common to feel like you've ruined everything when you use them, and of COURSE Steve would feel that way. His characterization is so dead-on and the roleplay is hot but just this side of alarming. I look forward to these updates so much; they just keep getting better!

*rolling in crusty pizza boxes* This is it. This is probably my favorite prompt on here.

Aaahhhhhhh, I love this fic so much *trashy hearteyes*

Steve's determination to martyr himself in this bit is tragic and hilarious and adorable.

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Steve finds out and this time Bucky's nightmares really do come true

Steve/Sam (Bonus for Bucky) - Bottom!Steve, sex pollen

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