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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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Maybe they put nipple clamps on him too :D and chain the nipple clamps to a piercing on the tip of his dick, tightly, so that if he moves even slightly it will tug on both...

(OP) thiiiis... is not my kink at all (toys, piercings, predicament bondage; manual stimulation is really what I'm about here), so maybe take that aspect to a different prompt? sorry, I feel really bad shutting you down, but I'm gonna have to nope out of nipple clamps for this prompt

Predicament especially is uneasy for me too, but I love the idea of all the manual (over)stimulation. I'm in the middle of something right now but I could try to write a fill if you don't mind me going straight for the aftermath... it's not that I don't enjoy hydra torture, I'm just not great at writing it :/

(OP) aftermath is what I live for, the actual torture is just a bonus :D I would love to see a fill along those lines!

It'll probably be short and take a few days, but I'll do my best :)

(it's probably not what you're looking for, but the thing I just finished is pretty long and involves a lot of Bucky nipple play http://archiveofourown.org/works/4548066 i should warn you it's cat biology though. and not trash)

Steve is from a time when clothes were different. He’s used to men under the layers of a suit and women with layers of dresses and underthings, used to a lot more work to get people out of those layers. He still expects people to be modest and cover themselves up.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

Really, there’s no excuse for how long it took him to realize that Bucky won’t go shirtless anywhere, not around the house or even to the bathroom. He didn’t notice until Bucky came out of a shower wet and clean but still wearing the white undershirt he had on when he went in. (He couldn’t help but notice then, the way soaked fabric clung and pulled with his muscles, dripped tantalizingly down both arms, showed off those two little peaks that had long been Steve’s favorite spot and Bucky’s—)

—

He wonders if it’s because of the scarring. During repair sessions with Tony, Bucky will wear a tank top or push up the sleeve of his shirt, showing the whole metal shoulder and the mangled, ruined place where it joins with his body. There are more scars over the rest of Bucky’s body, Steve knows.

Maybe Bucky’s ashamed of the scars, or maybe they remind him of too many painful memories.

He hadn’t looked ashamed.

—

Bucky takes a bad hit in the field and they have to take him into the hospital, racing to get him fluids and stitches before he’s lost more blood than even he can afford to. For two long hours Steve is in near constant terror, wondering if this will be the thing that finally kills Bucky, but then his knockoff serum kicks in and his wounds start to seal up.

It takes a day, but Bucky eventually wakes to see Steve at his bedside, and he smiles as their eyes meet. It’s the most beautiful thing Steve’s ever seen.

Then Bucky looks down, sees the way his chest is bare to accommodate the bandages on his abdomen, and he freezes. Slowly and deliberately, he reaches down to pull the hospital blanket up over his body. He gives a little shiver as he does it, as if to demonstrate that he’s cold and trying to warm up, and then he relaxes almost completely once he’s covered. His face had been calm the whole time.

The blips on the heart monitor had come so fast they nearly ran together.

Steve starts to wonder if something had happened to Bucky that he didn’t know about yet, something even worse than the well-documented torture Hydra inflicted.

—

Steve feels guilty fantasizing about a man who’s so damaged he doesn’t even know his own name some days, but he feels even worse imagining a stranger, objectifying a faceless body and using it to get off. So he sticks to Bucky, and prays that Bucky won’t feel any obligation to be with him because of it.

He thinks of the first time they were together, when Bucky had slid his mouth downwards to latch onto one of Steve’s nipples, and Steve had complained that he wasn’t some girl with tits for Bucky to play with.

“It ain’t anything to do with bein’ a guy or a girl,” Bucky had insisted. “It just feels good. Here, you do me.”

And Steve had gone to his chest and sucked and nipped a little, and Bucky had moaned so loud Steve had thought for sure he was playing it up to make a point. Then he’d seen Bucky’s cock red and swollen and drooling everywhere, eager for more and harder, straining where Steve was only half-hard. It drove Steve crazy right back that he could affect Bucky so much.

—

One time, Steve had told Bucky to stay still and keep his hands up so that he could work. He had straddled Bucky’s stomach and stayed there for more than an hour, rubbing at Bucky’s nipples with hands and fingertips, fingernails and pinches when Bucky started to whine, his mouth when Bucky finally begged. It took all of Steve’s slight weight to hold Bucky in place when he used his teeth.

He hadn’t stopped until Bucky was crying and his come was getting tacky on the small of Steve’s back.

—

It feels so good to finally touch Bucky again. Steve’s glad of his ridiculous refractory period— he has a feeling he’s going to need it.

“Gonna let me fuck you, Stevie?” Bucky breathes, and all Steve can do is nod frantically. Yes, yes, anything. He wants to feel Bucky in him, around him, touching him, he wants to know if Bucky still remembers his sensitive spots, he wants to rediscover Bucky’s. Then Bucky’s hands are on him and every coherent thought Steve has left flies out the window.

It feels like a long-lost piece finally slotted into a puzzle, like the last page of resolution in a beloved story. It feels like coming home.

Steve doesn’t realize until afterward that Bucky had kept his shirt on the whole time.

—

They fall into bed, and Bucky ends up underneath. Steve wants to laugh (or die of embarrassment) because they’re both highly trained supersoldiers and somehow neither of them was able to spot the stray boot lying in the middle of the floor, or avoid tripping over it. So much for serum-reflexes, he wants to say.

But then he looks down, and Bucky is spread underneath him and his chest is heaving. His eyes are glassy and terrified but he forces his own arms up above his head, tips his chin up, spreads his legs wider.

“I— I’m ready, sir,” Bucky whispers. There’s a tremor in his voice.

Steve jumps off him like he’s on fire.

—

Steve runs down the length of the gym, avoids the randomly-shifting obstacles Tony programmed in, springs off the wall, and runs back the other direction. He needs the exercise to help him focus. Bucky seemed to enjoy their sex just as much as he had, when he was on top, but the second his body was underneath Steve’s he had reverted to some kind of— old protocol, maybe? He shudders with horror at the idea that Bucky was programmed to take it like that, even when he was barely breathing with terror.

Can he conscion having sex with Bucky at all, if that can happen? Would he even know it was happening before it was too late?

“Man, you can’t even pace like a normal person,” Sam says from the doorway. Steve stops at the wall, looks back at the track he’s been running back and forth, and starts to laugh. There’s an edge of hysteria in his voice.

—

This time, Steve is careful. He makes sure he’s underneath, gets Bucky inside him quick and tries to stay coherent despite the perfect stretch of Bucky’s cock. It’s always been enough to drive him wild, but he can’t let it, now. He writhes and strokes in all the ways Bucky used to love best, despite the hindrance of his shirt.

And it’s working. Bucky looks happy, so full of pleasure that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Then Bucky whines into his mouth, just the way he used to when he wanted—

On reflex, Steve surges up and mouths at Bucky’s nipple through his shirt, tonguing and sucking and getting the fabric wet with his saliva. Bucky shudders gratifyingly before his thrusts regain rhythm, harder and faster until Steve can’t help but come, mouth going slack against Bucky’s nipple. When he recovers himself, he sucks again, lightly, stopping when he feels the surge of heat inside him that means Bucky’s coming. He can feel the rabbit-quick beating of Bucky's heart under his cheek.

After, Bucky lies beside him, sighing into Steve’s shoulder. Slowly, tentatively, he pulls the shirt off, uses it to wipe up their mess, throws it aside. Steve relishes the feeling of bare skin to skin at last.

—

Later, Steve is nearly asleep when he sees Bucky move out of the corner of his eye.

Bucky trails warm flesh fingers up his own body, hesitating on his pectoral muscle, right next to the nipple Steve had sucked. He takes a deep breath before he touches the nipple itself. A little sound escapes him as he prods it. In the dark, his wide eyes look awed, shocked.

“It didn’t hurt,” he whispers.

This is so wonderful. Really. Steve running laps is oddly cute, and the whole thing works perfectly.

Thank you :) It makes me happy that you like it as-is, I was bemoaning my inability to write torture scenes and then laughing at myself hysterically and it was becoming a horrible cycle that made people give me funny looks.

(Steve's athletic pacing just sort of came to me as a fully formed idea and Sam is speaking for my brain when I had that thought :P)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4561089

^HERE^ on ao3 if you wanna leave me kudos :D

(OP) aaaagh, this is beautiful! :D

I loved Steve's progression (from not noticing to wondering what the hell kind of damage Hydra had inflicted) in his awareness of Bucky being a nipple never-nude. The scene in the hospital was especially effective; there's something so compelling about Bucky's heart beating out of his chest with panic even as his face is totally composed. It just makes you wonder how much terror he's hiding, and how often, when he looks calm. (NOT TO MENTION BUCKY BEING TRIGGERED BACK INTO COMPLIANT FUCKTOY MODE JUST BY BEING TOPPLED INTO BED. GODDAMN.) I really liked your Bucky, who's quiet and still has a lot of problems but is all sweet in bed with Steve.

ADDITIONAL LOVE for the image of tiny teenage Steve pinning Bucky to the bed and working his nipples until he's crying, holy shit.

LOVE +++ for Steve being so careful not to hurt Bucky during sex.

“It didn’t hurt,” he whispers.

Oh god, my baby! What a killer last line! The image that precedes this -- Steve tonguing at Bucky's nipple through the wet patch on his shirt -- is so damn hot, but it's also heartbreaking in that Steve's worries about Bucky's safety in bed were a little bit justified; Bucky was shocked that being touched there felt good, but never told Steve to back off. My poor heart. What a great fill!

I have all the love for loudly implied horrible torture, like, you don't actually have any idea how bad it was so your brain just imagines ALL THE BAD and I hope it kind of makes up for the fact that I didn't write any real torture :) Thank you for your lovely comment, I read it like four times and turned a little redder each time =.= I'm glad you liked it!

(new anon) I didn't mind at all. As much as I love reading explicit torture scenes, I also really love just filling in the blanks myself, with increasing horribleness every time I reread it! This is fill is so, so good. Trash that manages to be cute has a special place on my heart--it's a rusty shopping cart I've lined with scraps of old cat-stinking carpet, ripped wrapping paper, and old, mildewing flowers. I've now tucked this fill lovingly into one corner. Thank you!

Like I said earlier, as much as I love horrible torture, trash aftermath is my true jam -- my heart song, if you will. This was singing my tune. And you're right about the horror of implication; for example, I am now free to imagine Bucky undergoing erotic nipple torment such as this https://38.media.tumblr.com/0f31aea9c1e5d866fc64347dd0276608/tumblr_nsxhd0HLGj1s2yegdo1_500.gif

Thank you for the great fill!

That never occurred to me as a thing people could do until just now O.O I have to ask, though... how does the fish know to bite the nipple, instead of just random skin? Is there, like, a way to train fish to do nipple torture?

I keep watching that gif. It's mesmerizing. And I have so many questions. Who is the dude? How did they train that fish? Or was it a one-time occurrence? Will the fish just leap up and latch onto anyone's nipples nearby? Did the dude plan for this to happen? If so, why did he lurch out of frame? Was this a staged porno? How many people have jacked off to it? Is it technically sfw? Could the fish be CGI? What's with the tail wiggling as it tries to bore through his body? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck???

(gif link: https://38.media.tumblr.com/0f31aea9c1e5d866fc64347dd0276608/tumblr_nsxhd0HLGj1s2yegdo1_500.gif, of a fish leaping up from a tank and clinging to a naked man's nipple)

Ughhh so gooooood. :)
And when Bucky was all "I'm ready, sir" OMG. I'm just picturing Steve jumping away with this mortified red face. It's amazing.
And I'm picturing them at the end, Bucky wanting to make up for so much lost time because it actually feels good when his nipples are touched.

Thanks :D I have a special love for Steve's mortification when he realizes how messed up Bucky really was (and his shameboners, but they didn't seem appropriate here).

OH BUCKY HONEY...................................

this was excellent anon <3

My feelings exactly :) Thank you!

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