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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, 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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OP here, making a brief stop on my way to part b.

Just imagine me squishing my hands against my face and making incomprehensible keening noises and you will have something like my reaction to this chapter.

Yimei just casually cleaning Bucky
Because "He's a weapon, he has to be maintained. It's a reminder."
But even so, he likes to be well-groomed
Ugh my precious murder-baby let me hug you :(
And then, "He probably just considers it his due" ahaha Mike no. Just. Look at your life! Look at your choices! You are clearly bad at logic.

I love the mention of STRIKE members covertly filming Bucky in the field too. I bed Mikey has every last bit of that footage stashed away on his computer under a folder subtly labeled something like ULTRA BORING WORK DOCUMENTS THAT ARE DEFINITELY NOT PORN.

And Yimei then just casually telling Bucky to stay for a bit because he's got some recreational use scheduled before he can go back to cryo. She treats him like a pet: sure she'll talk to him, and pet him, and take care of him, but ultimately he's property that she (and others) controls.

But ok then the end happens and god, yes, the Soldier as a savage thing on a slender leash, wary and unhappy, but still so, so dangerous. And alright, I think I need to read the next part now.

(OP)

Welp, that is it, I am dead. I am writing this from my warm, trashy grave.

Seriously, though, this was SO GOOD. Mike's fantasy deviating so hard from reality, even though for him it totally is reality. How he imagines the Soldier telling him not to come, being in total control, even though every line makes it clear how not in control the Soldier is. He's so gentle, so concerned about doing the right thing, and all the while Mike's blowing the Soldier and fucking himself on the Soldier and drowning in fantasy land.

Other people have already commented about Mike's last thought, "it's almost human," but I just had to also point out how utterly perfect it is. Even Mike, who is showing his respect, who can't imagine mistreating the Soldier, still doesn't really think of him as fully human. This is exactly what I wanted.

Lastly, as far as the actual fucking goes: That uniform porn? The black armor, the knives and the guns and the way you describe them? That is why I am dead, just fyi. The image of the Soldier leaned back in that chair, covered in armor and weapons, with slight little Mike sat in his lap naked and vulnerable and split open on the Soldier's cock. Yes well. And later, him telling the Soldier to finish even though he was raw and sore and not actually sure he could take it? Let's just say I am a very happy little trash denizen. I wasn't having the best day today, but I think I will go to bed quite cheerful tonight anyway.

I've no idea what you've got planned for part three, but I have been pretty happy so far. :)

"Almost human." Oh jesus. What a painful fucking phrase.

Well done, anon. I'm sure this little scene will be occupying a place of honor in my spank bank for years to come.

Oh man, this is so perfect and awful and perfect.

Oh my God, this story is beyond perfect!

The cell block was tiny, a short corridor with two cells on each side, each only just big enough to lie down in. At least, Peggy could lie down; she was less certain Barnes could quite manage at full length. Cramped though it would have been, Peggy rather wished they were in the same cell. It would have been pleasant to have something warm to lean against.

She was over the active nausea, at least, though she still felt shaky and sick and couldn’t move quickly. Barnes was relatively unharmed, having surrendered when they held a gun to her semi-conscious head. Peggy was furious with herself for having been knocked silly in the first place, but the moving finger had writ and there was nothing to do now but deal with the consequences.

At the moment, those appeared to consist of sitting on cold concrete, listening to Barnes breathe and hoping Steve had gotten out. Peggy was cautiously optimistic, since it seemed likely there’d have been a great deal of gloating if they had managed to kill or even capture Captain America. She supposed that if it came to it, her life and Barnes’ were an acceptable trade for Steve’s, though she’d certainly prefer not to die this week.

She had managed to doze off, leaning into the corner of her cell, when the door out to the guardroom rattled open. The officer who entered first was only a leutnant, a little surprising for an installation this size, and Peggy made a note of the fact in case she got a chance to report it. Her stomach clenched as his men followed him, enough to make the corridor cramped and all of them staring at her with avid eyes. Peggy pressed her lips together. She’d always known the perils of her chosen profession; her first trainers had made sure of it.

“Stand up,” the leutnant said. Peggy did. There was no point in disobedience; it would only invite retribution and she had no great desire to be beaten before she was raped. It took longer than she liked and when she was standing her head pounded abominably. They opened her cell and two men entered to take her by the arms. “Agent Margaret Carter,” said the leutnant, sounding smug. “You are famous, you know.”

“I’m delighted,” Peggy said flatly.

The leutnant stepped forward and slapped her. Peggy gasped and staggered, her stomach trying to rebel, and only the grips on her arms kept her upright. As soon as she could she raised her head again. It was terribly tempting to ensure that the leutnant wouldn’t be able to enjoy what he was planning, and no one was holding her legs. But she held her peace as he reached for her blouse buttons and stared resolutely over his shoulder, threading her gaze between two leering faces. Barnes was not directly in her line of sight, though she could see him standing in his own cell. She had never seen him so angry before.

The leutnant pulled her blouse out of her trousers so that it hung open and cupped her breast in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the nipple through her brassiere. Peggy ignored him. “Hm,” he said, and dropped his hands to her trousers. He unbuttoned them and pushed them down her hips. She raised her chin. At least, she thought distantly, her knickers were plain and practical. The leutnant slid his hand into them.

“Stop it,” Barnes gritted, his voice quivering with fury. “Leave her alone.”

"You do not give orders here, Sergeant Barnes," the leutnent said. His fingers caressed her, gently enough that it would have been pleasant if it had been Steve.

"OK. OK," Barnes said. "Then I'm askin'. I'm begging. Please don't. You work for Hydra, ain't that enough?"

"Sergeant, don't," Peggy said tightly. She didn't like the speculative expression on the leutnent's face as he half-turned to look in Barnes' direction.

"My men need their entertainment," he said. "Would you have me tell them no?"

"I'll do it," Barnes said. Peggy blinked. She'd never have expected Barnes, of all people, to make such an offer on her behalf. "If you just want—"

The leutnant smiled suddenly, the nasty sneer of a man who'd turn a goodnight kiss into the ruin of a reputation in the stories he told the next day. "What a charming idea," he said. "Yes, charming." Peggy almost could have laughed at the faces of some of his men; they clearly didn't agree with their commander.

But she didn't have time for amusement. "Barnes, I don't need you to protect me." She, at least, had some chance of escaping permanent injury—

"Surely you would prefer your comrade the sergeant to all of us, Agent Carter," the leutnant said silkily.

Silence fell. One of the men started to snicker. Peggy was still trying to understand what that might mean when Barnes exploded, "That's not what I meant!"

The leutnant shrugged. His fingers began to move again and Peggy failed to completely suppress her shudder of revulsion. "But that is my bargain, Sergeant Barnes. You may, as you say, 'do it', or all my men will take their turns. All of them, not just these few."

Sounding strangled, Barnes said, "Carter." Peggy met his gaze. He looked horrified, and that decided her. She flicked her eyes down and back up. Barnes took a deep breath. "Fine," he said to the leutnant. Peggy would not have liked to be the target of his stare. "Fine, I'll do it."

because the oh no my delicate sensibilities act from Yimei is hilarious

YES MIKE.

YES IT IS.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD CONSIDER WHY.

Oh, I like this! Peggy's composure (I'm delighted) in the face of this sickening threat is so perfect. And the leutnant, "a man who'd turn a goodnight kiss into the ruin of a reputation"—what a great turn of phrase!—is so creepy and menacing. I especially like how it's Bucky's look of horror that convinces Peggy to choose the lesser of two evils here.

Don't work for Hydra, kids! (The More You Know.)

Yess, awesome smart Peggy, protective Bucky, can't wait for update!

I love the symbolism of Bucky knocking the stun baton off the table so he can bend Mike over it. And also the incredibly trashy way you center the sex around Mike's consent, all the little ways Bucky looks for permission and the opportunities Mike has to say yes, you can, I want it, etc. -- when MIKE is the rapist here. On the one hand, it feels like Bucky's being careful because Mike's a handler and he doesn't want to get in trouble, but on the other hand it feels like Bucky's basically decent sensibilities around sex are still intact, despite everything he's endured. Which almost makes it WORSE.

(Sorry this has been so slow to update, real life ate me, but I think I've got it sorted now! Trying to finish in the next week!)
Wanda took a deep breath, and nodded, feeling Pietro's arm around him.

"Hello Wanda." The figure spoke softly. "Hello Pietro." There was silence, as the Avengers looked between them - between the twins who they had welcomed into their house, and the man that had been identified by Wanda herself as Hydra. She could feel a sense of curiosity, more than anger, from the others, and she kept a careful distance between them.

"Sir." Pietro spoke, his voice shaking a little.
Steve guided the newcomer away from them, murmuring something to him. Wanda could have found out what he'd said if she wanted to, but she didn't want to probe too deeply into their minds right now. Given the chance, she would have just disappeared.

Wilson made his way over to the two of them.
"Can I speak to you two for a moment?" He asked, in the way that Wanda knew meant that they had to say yes. He urged them away from that man, and that made things a lot simpler, at least in the short term. But by the looks of it, there was no plan for the others to kick him out, and that meant he was going to stay around for a while.

Wanda walked with him, smiling nervously. "Sir?"
"You know him?"
"We did." She admitted, knowing nothing good would come from lying about it. "Only occasionally though. We worked with him a few times, but... we didn't know each other that well."
"He was the best weapon Hydra had." Pietro supplied, his voice holding surprisingly steady. "We were still in the testing stages. So we weren't allowed to be with him unattended. But he watched sometimes, there were a couple of missions where for whatever reason they needed us both..." Pietro fell quiet, and glanced back at the man.

Wanda remembered nights when the two of them had found him thrown into a cell beside their own. Remembered how sometimes, when his eyes hadn't been completely dead, he had passed some of his food towards them.

She also remembered watching him tortured and beaten to teach them a lesson. Even the slightest hint of disobedience on their side, and this could be happening to them. He bled a lot. She remembered that. The faint red stains of blood on the cell floor had remained for months as no one had come to clean it up.

The twins were herded by Sam into the next room, the connecting door between them still open. Pietro kept glancing at it. It felt like being back in the cells, the asset in the next room along.

Wanda knew she had to decide what she was going to do. She hadn't expected to see him now, and it complicated matters. Everything that they had been working for could quickly fall apart now that there was another Hydra agent here. And she knew how easily his brain could be manipulated. He could be a Hydra spy, for all she knew. She wanted to search his mind, but his mind was muddled, tangled together in ways she didn't know how to unpick. For now, he was an unknown quantity.

"Do you feel safe near him?" Sam asked, and the sheer bluntness of the question surprised her. She thought, and glanced to her brother.

"If it is him." Pietro answered, and Wanda knew he was thinking of how the man changed - there were times he could be trusted to be on their side, and other times when he would be on Hydra's, and other times still when he was on no one's side but his own.

Sam watched them and nodded.
"Alright." He said softly. "And are you going to be comfortable with him staying here? We can keep your doors locked, and keep you out of the common areas, at least until you're feeling more settled."

Wanda nodded, not looking at him, feeling her stomach twist at those words. She hated being locked into her room. But in a way it made things simpler. And at least she would be locked in with Pietro, that was an advantage.

If she was locked into a room and stayed there, she couldn't do anything to earn a punishment. At least, that was the hope. And the Asset could always take some of the role of keeping the Avengers entertained.

***

Pietro frowned at the thought of being locked in, but he supposed they deserved it. It was common knowledge in Hydra that the twins and the asset together were a flight risk. Being locked in a room stopped that, and being locked inside a room was better than being shackled to a wall or to a bench.

Sam was smiling at him, and Pietro wondered whether they were going to continue their conversation from the other day. Sam had said it wouldn't happen in front of Wanda, but he knew better than to trust that.

"You okay there Pietro?"
"Yeah... just... tomorrow, after we run, can I talk to you...?" That might give Wanda a chance to make contact. They could speak to the asset, try to talk to him about the situation here. The asset had never harmed them, and although it was an experiment like themselves, it outranked them. In this situation, they could ask it for help.

Sam paused. "I'll get you two some water okay? You just stay there." With that he walked away, and they were left alone. He glanced over at his sister, and could see the tension in her eyes. She was terrified, and he could understand that.

There was conversation coming in from the doorway, and he moved closer to it, closing his eyes and listening intently. The asset was speaking.

"Steve, look, I got to talk to them. They got freaked out by me, I need to see them."

"I dunno if that's a good idea Bucky. You frightened them... look, do you three even know each other?"

There was silence, and Pietro for a moment thought it wasn't going to say anything. But then the asset spoke, and its voice was soft.
"It's not that simple Steve. They didn't know me. They knew him."

And the Asset could always take some of the role of keeping the Avengers entertained. Yesss, this is perfect!

So happy to see this updated!

Omg yes! OP here, this is amazing! Can't wait to see what you do with this

Brilliant start, really love all the writing, and Peggy's pragmatism here

Shortly after Bucky falls from the train, he begins living in his mind to escape the torture of his body's re-training. He imagines a lovely world where the war is over, and he shares an apartment with his best friend and his best friend's gal.

But why does Peggy crawl into his bed sometimes at night, so demanding? Why does Steve, who's always been so gentle, begin to fuck him so mean and so rough? Why when he's making a sandwich in the sun-warm kitchen does he suddenly see himself wearing strange black armor, surrounded by dead and dying bodies?

This isn't exactly what you're asking for, but you should read it if you haven't: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5024944 ("The Fifties", Speranza)

op: Thanks for the rec!

I am not totally sure of the context of this panel, but for the sake of this meme let's say it's HYDRA's. I just really need fic for these images, it's so hot oh my god

http://hamletmachine.tumblr.com/post/140133091035/i-saw-this-on-twitter-so-some-nsfw-captain

So... There were some prompts with food issues but i want one more.

When Winter Soldier was with Hydga he was being fed by a feeding tube or given protein shakes. No solid food, nor even tea, just it, so he never even think about normal food as something that has any relation to him - he knows that it is for other people. And for sure now when he is with Steve and among other Avengers he get his customary shakes and water and feels pretty good until one day medics says that his stomach is better now and he can start some real food.
And the Soldier is terrified because - here comes trashparty - he remembers very well what is that "real food" that is allowed for him. In good old days with Hydra he was fed with the hydragoons' cum and he hated it for reasons a)who won't? b)"Hey, no more shakes for the Asset, we've fed him enough for today!". I mean he was almost alwasys hungry on missions and he sure as hell doesn't want to live like that now - when he is allowed to have as many protein shakes and water as he want (but he thinks it will end soon).

+ If the Soldier decides to fake illness but realises that if he is ill he will stay at the tower and cannot protect others on missions.
++ If he begins to noticed food that other people eat (he still not realised that it is a food that he can has too and he is angry for himself for paying attention for this stupid pieces of stupid things on stupid plates.
+++ If the scents will be on the first place.
+++++++ If the Soldier desides that there is no way out and the best thing he could do is provide for himself as more "food" as he can and tries to get Hulk's attention. And get it.
(+++++++++++++++++ If Hulk is a GoodBro and pretty upset when the truth come out)
And if it will be Steve instead of Hulk - that's good too.

I'm a million percent into this.

This kills the Steve.

I'm so glad you liked that part, I actually wrote that first—the Soldier noticing when Mike freaks out—and then built the rest of the scene around it. Is Bucky afraid of punishment for displeasing a handler, or is he still in there somewhere and not, you know, interested in fucking someone scared and hurting? (Both. It's meant to be both.)

*scuttles out to collect trash gifts*
*carries them home in my teeth*

I love how even Pietro and Wanda are thinking of Bucky as "the asset", and "it". The whole thing is amazing, but that really stood out to me!

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