Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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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.

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 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.

Comments

Fill continuation: not so unsullied anymore

[(Anonymous)]

Well, this has taken an embarrassingly long time to get back to, if anyone's still interested in this particular horror show, but I'm going to continue this one on this round if that's cool. I'm not sure how long it'll be or else I'd finish up and leave it there.

Original prompt and fills:

http://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1504.html?thread=1852128#cmt1852128

Basic premise: Steve sees footage of Bucky's abuse, Bucky doesn't know, they're both captured by Bucky's abusers. Steve volunteers himself and knows some of what's coming, but not all of it.

Re: Fill continuation: not so unsullied anymore pt. 4a

[(Anonymous)]

(Remember this is one giant trigger. Seriously. It's bad.)

-

He didn’t watch.

As vicious as they’d been with Bucky when it had been his turn under them, they’d at least worked up to the remorseless brutality he’d eventually suffered. For Steve it seemed they wanted to cram it all into one night. Listening was its own kind of hell, made worse for the fact that Bucky’s imagination was full to bursting with enough nasty suggestions to tug at his guts and make him sick. Recognizing some of the sounds, hearing them mirror the echoes in his head, was a dissociating experience.

He reflexively opened his eyes when the noise stopped, terrified, for one wild moment, that Steve was dead. He wasn’t. His chest was rising and falling unevenly, blood continued to pump through his body and seep through his skin in new places, and his eyes were open and clear. Bucky cringed at the condition he was in, wishing that he could impart to him one of the crucial bits of knowledge he’d found over the years: that it was okay to go away for a while, and it was even okay to pass out.

Steve was fully here and he didn’t have to be. Bucky wouldn’t think less of him for it. The last time he’d chanced a glance at the scene unfolding before him Steve had been wearing down but steadfast, as if trying to maintain any sense of dignity with a baton up your ass was possible (hint: it wasn’t), but now he was holding on by the tips of his fingers, which, now that Bucky looked, he’d pretty much shredded. He was still digging his nails in, hard enough now to draw blood. They were raw and enflamed and Bucky stared hard at them to discourage a more thorough inventory because he couldn’t, he just couldn’t, sit here and catalogue Steve’s myriad injuries. He looked like hell. The specifics would come later, after they’d escaped, after they’d gotten the hell away from this place and back to some semblance of safety.

There would be an after. There had to be.

He looked around at the men whose lives he would end when this was all over. He should have killed them way back when. He knew that it was ridiculous, but part of him was convinced that he should have been able to foresee this and stop it from ever occurring in the first place, as if he could have known that one day he would be reunited with Steve and protecting him all over again. Or failing to.

He could almost hear Steve’s voice in his head telling him You’re too hard on yourself, Buck.

What he actually heard was faint wheezing and a rattling sound from Steve’s chest.

At some point they’d recuffed his hands in front of him after all, so that he could hold himself up, but now he lay in a heap on the floor, not even trying to sit up, waiting for their next bright idea. All Bucky saw was purple and red and swathes of skin between .

A booted foot nudged Steve’s sac from behind, startling him. “Up.”

Steve struggled back up to his knees, pushing himself heavily off of the floor and riding out the coughing fit that followed.

“Christ, you fellate a few foreign objects and suddenly you’re a pussy,” Moss said. “That’s not the Cap I played with when I was a kid.”

While Steve’s mouth worked to form words, New Guy (whose name turned out to be Ross) pointed out, “I think his chest is fucked up. Solid work.”

“If this is what you were doing to your dolls as a child,” he panted, voice strange from the swelling of his jaw and mouth, hands resting on his thighs, “I understand why you went into this line of work.”

“They were action figures. And that’s nothing. You shoulda seen what my sister got up to with ‘em. Had Cap and Sergeant Barnes fucking day and night like faggots. I shoulda known she’d turn out queer.”

The fact that he could say something that vile and hypocritical with his cock hanging out mere inches from Steve’s face was so absurd that Bucky thought Steve might just roll his eyes. Instead he just stared at Moss like he was from a different planet, exhaustion writ all across him.

Kane was glaring at Steve from the sidelines with a bag of ice on his crotch. Steve had kicked him earlier while he was carrying on his signature speech about what he was going to do to Steve’s ass, how Steve was going to be his bitch, his slave, almost verbatim to the one he’d given Bucky. Steve claimed that it was a reflex, but Bucky thought that it was the speech. Kane had really lit into him after that, stopping only when New Guy had returned with the ice in a cooler full of beer.

But apparently he didn’t feel he’d exacted enough retaliation yet.

“You still got any of that back cream, Shank?” he asked.

“I don’t think you want that on your junk.”

“That’s not where I’m putting it. I think our friend could use it. Looks a little sore himself.”

Steve looked wary and skeptical, wavering where he knelt, but he didn’t react except to roll his head back to look up at the ceiling and keep it there when Kane limped over and ran his foot down the length of his soft cock. Bucky didn’t have a clear view from his position, but he couldn’t imagine that it was anything but painful after the very focused beating he’d doled out.

Shankman chuckled, rifling through a bag and coming back with a small tube and a pair of gloves. “That shit’s expensive.”

“I think it’s worth it. I’ll buy you a new tube.”

Bucky didn’t know what the big joke was here, but it couldn’t be anything good. Steve looked just as lost and unsure.

Kane pulled on the gloves and unscrewed the cap, then picked up Steve’s cock with one hand and pointed the mouth of the tube down, past where Bucky could see, hidden behind Steve’s thigh.

Bucky’s entire body jolted from shock as Steve screamed for the first time all night, drawn out and ugly and whining toward the end before he could suck in another breath and scream again.

The Time Hydra Kidapped Natasha

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, Nat doesn't have any superpowers. One would expect her to get kidnapped frequently, but she doesn't. This makes it a surprise when she goes out on a mission and never comes back.

The Avengers assumed she'd tired of them or something like that, but she had been kidnapped by HYDRA trying to reclaim their lost asset. They try to rebreak her by any means the filler deems appropriate. HYDRA does this rebreaking at the same facility as the Winter Soldier is stored at/they attempt to use the Winter Soldier to break her.

Of course, at some point, the Avengers realize that she was kidnapped and go looking for her. When they find the base she's at, they rush in to see a traumatized Natasha being guarded by a shaken Bucky.

+ If Natasha doesn't remember most or all of the Avengers.
+ If Bucky recognizes Steve not as his friend but as Captain America, his savior from Zola back in WW2.
+ If this happens pre-WS, so Steve had no clue that Bucky was still alive.
+ If it is implied this sort of thing has happened before by Clint. ("Oh. Hey James, I'm here to get Natasha again." **attack** "Okay, is it a Soldier day again? Good to know.")

Bucky/Hydra doctors, medfet, gaslighting

[(Anonymous)]

When Bucky is being broken into the Winter Soldier, but still retains some of his memories and personality, after being tortured and starved, he finally just becomes exhausted of fighting and hurting, and agrees to be good for a medical examination that will lead into proper Winter Soldier training. The Hydra doctors, of course, take this and run with it into the trashiest medical exam they can manage.

Things that would be awesome:
++It starts out nicely enough: he's stripped, which is awkward, but then they clean him with soft clothes all over, and that feels shockingly good.
++As things start getting trashier, Bucky trying desperately to retain the sense of calm and relaxation he got from being washed
++He manages to convince himself that it's still just a routine medical exam even when the speculums come out, but the sounding rods and nipple clamps are where he really starts freaking out
+++++The doctors keeping up the charade of Totally Normal Doctor Visit even after the speculums and sounding rods and nipple clamps come out.

Twin Trash

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love to see more with the Romanoff twins in the trash pile. I like seeing Bucky trying to adapt to life with Steve/the Avengers, but he at least grew up, he has those memories to fall back on. He had a childhood. Pietro and Wanda have been with Hydra since they were about ten, and that's got to have a big impact on your understanding of life.

+ Trying to fit in with the Avengers, with absolutely no idea what they are doing
++ Flashbacks to the horrors of Hydra, or mentions of it at completely inopportune moments
+++ Pietro being alive.
++++ Bucky helping them to adapt

Re: Twin Trash

[(Anonymous)]

In the second it took me to read from the first line through the fourth, my mind went through about a dozen different scenarios trying to figure out what something with the 'Romanoff' twins could involve!

Anyway, seconded!

Another game for the party

[(Anonymous)]

The Asset crawls around the floor of the room, naked except for an anal plug with a wide base. All agents present are issued airsoft guns (BB guns are permitted at distances of 60 ft or greater). Any agent who lands three shots on the plug gets a turn with the Asset.
Points are generally reset after every win, but may be carried over for a speedier game.
It is easily apparent when a shot is successful, as the Asset will moan and no bruise will occur on its skin.
Firing towards the Asset's face is strictly prohibited due to potential vision damage.

Re: Another game for the party

[(Anonymous)]

oh man I am all over this. i pray the trash gods will bestow us with a prompt fill

Rollins/Rumlow - HYDRA Medicals

[(Anonymous)]

HYDRA orders its members to take an annual medical examination. Rumlow thinks it’s a waste of time. He’s managed to dodge the procedure for the past five years by using a variety of excuses, but this time his luck has run out. Doctor Rollins has specifically requested to see him.

+ If Doctor Rollins gives Rumlow a full medical, with plenty of leering and inappropriate touching.
++ If he bends Rumlow over the examination table for a long, drawn-out ‘check up’ on his prostate.
+++ If Rumlow comes and stumbles out of the examination room all messy and flushed.

Rumlow/Sam survival situation trash

[(Anonymous)]

Some mildewed lettuce I'd kill for a bite of: Brock and Sam trapped together in a survival situation - the wilderness, foreign planet, alternate universe, on a boat - where they need each other to survive in the short term.

Ideally, Sam is too physically injured to get by without Brock, but has some knowledge (wilderness survival, how to get home) that makes Sam necessary to Brock.

SUPER ideally, Brock Rumlow, bag of dicks, makes it clear early on that rape is a possibility, but has to back down to get Sam to continue sharing his knowledge. He spends the rest of their time together amusing himself by seeing how much he can get away with doing before Sam would quite literally rather die and take Brock with him.

EXTRA super ideally, Brock succeeds in timing things so that he can rape Sam and still get home. Sam has to deal with his physical injury, however long he just spent alone with Brock, everything Brock did before that, and the actual rape.

Re: Rumlow/Sam survival situation trash

[(Anonymous)]

holy shit yes. I like your kind of trash, anon.

Any/Steve Rogers, The Scarpia Ultimatum

[(Anonymous)]

The Scarpia Ultimatum (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ScarpiaUltimatum) (earning: Tv Tropes) is where Character A wants something from Character B (often, to not kill someone dear to Character A) and Character B sets sex as the price.

You know Steve would pay that price to save someone, something, the world...

(Extra points for Skinny!Steve because this anon has a Thing for tiny mouthy fragile indomitable skinny!Steve.)

Red Skull/Steve Rogers, "Please, I Will Do ANYTHING!"

[(Anonymous)]

From the TC Tropes listings for "Please, I Will Do Anything!"

In an issue of Tales Of Suspense, Captain America tells the Red Skull that
he will do anything Red Skull wants if he refrains from destroying all of
the U.S.'s major cities with a gigantic energy weapon. Red Skull makes Cap
promise to serve him for 24 hours, which Cap does (It was the Silver Age).
Cue Red Skull gloating about it on TV and the Marvel Earth citizens,
fickle morons that they are, screaming for Cap's blood.


... come on, trash denizens, this is crying out to be transformed into sticky dubcon. Extra points for gangbangs/proostitution.

Re: Red Skull/Steve Rogers, "Please, I Will Do ANYTHING!"

[(Anonymous)]

I'm pretty excited about this.

Attempted suidice// Bucky would rather die than serve hydra

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky's first 'wipe' was from when, after months of torture, manipulation and attempted brainwashing, he managed to grab a hydra agent's gun and shoot himself in the head.

Jessica Jones Crossover, Kilgrave At A Trash Party (or something)

[(Anonymous)]

So I binged on Jessica Jones last night, and Kilgrave in all his gross, abusive, wankstain-of-a-human-being glory reminded me so much of everything I love about the trash party. With that in mind, I would KILL to see him get involved in the festivities. Absolutely any plot is fine, I just need to see this.

+He drags Jessica along to a trash party
++And makes her participate
+++At some point after all of this, her and Bucky meet again (random encounter? Superhero meetup?)

Re: Jessica Jones Crossover, Kilgrave At A Trash Party (or something)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god this has so much potential for glorious horribleness. What if he thinks he's giving Jessica something nice when he makes her fuck Bucky??

Presumably he'd have to be careful about how he used his powers though, because Hydra would desperately want to own him if they knew about his abilities.

This makes me really curious about how this comes about, though. How does he know Hydra members?? Does he have nothing but disdain for them, or is there a certain reluctant respect for the utter control they have over Bucky? Or maybe he sees Bucky, the one person they had to spend years of torture on to control, and just quietly laughs to himself about how much weaker they are than him?

Linguistic retroactive horror

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky and Natasha have a habit of talking about Steve in Russian and smirking at him while they're doing it (though of course it's nothing they wouldn't say in English, they're just teasing him and usually what they're saying is actually very sweet) and finally Steve gets fed up and starts studying on his own, quietly.

Which means that the next time Bucky has one of those dreams where he talks in his sleep, in a perfectly calm, collected voice, Steve can understand what he's saying...

+ if yeah, "Please no please stop don't please I'll be good" is terrible, but what's worse is "Begging isn't going to stop me, just shut up."

Re: Linguistic retroactive horror

[(Anonymous)]

I'm here for this.

Steve is not helpful

[(Anonymous)]

In his 70 years with hydra, the agents that Bucky worked with always made sure that he knew how disgusting he is. When they fucked him, it was clear that they were doing him a favor, because nobody else would be willing to touch a scarred, used-up, freak with a metal arm. Understandably, Bucky's self esteem is a bit low after this.

Only thing is, Steve's not really helping. Even though he loves Bucky (in whatever way you want, bromance or romance), he can't get over what he knows has happened to Bucky at hydra's hands. Steve is awesome and progressive sure, but he also grew up in the 40s and thinking about male on male rape, plus how different of a person Bucky is now, plus the metal arm that is like a taunt whenever he sees it (a constant reminder of how he failed Bucky), well. It all makes him a bit uncomfortable.

Basically, the fic where Steve isn't the supportive presence that Bucky needs. He avoids his friend as much as possible, and flinches whenever Bucky touches him with his metal arm. This reinforces everything Bucky's handlers have ever said to him, and he concludes that he is the most disgusting thing ever.

+bonus if Bucky starts self-harming because he hates his body and how "wrong" it is
++ Extreme bonus if he starts hanging out with Thor instead (Thor isn't bothered by his body -- where he comes from scars are something to be proud of because its a sign of battle prowess)
+++ Super mega bonus if someone (could be Thor or anyone else) realizes what's going on, smacks Steve on the back of the head and tells him he's being an idiot

Re: Steve is not helpful

[(Anonymous)]

ALL MY TRASH FOR THIS! Both for Steve not being able to deal with it, and the inclusion of Thor!

I think it would be that extra bit worse if it WAS romantic, but hey I wont complain either way.

sleep deprivation

[(Anonymous)]

At some point, Bucky is subjected to severe sleep deprivation before they rape him. The rape is extra levels of horrifying because he's woozy, fading in and out, and can't track time or reality the way he should.

+ he hallucinates nightmarish things happening to him and can't be sure what's real and what isn't

+ he actually falls asleep mid-rape, after which is rapists are even crueler to him to keep him awake

bonus aftermath: Bucky Barnes, chronic insomniac, because sleep itself is a trigger

Re: sleep deprivation

[(Anonymous)]

bonus aftermath: Bucky Barnes, chronic insomniac, because sleep itself is a trigger

x1000

Imagine if whatever Steve would want to do to help Bucky relax enough to sleep - rubbing his back, a snack of chocolate milk and peanut butter toast, boring nature documentaries, quiet conversations about absolutely nothing - is absolutely counterproductive, because that's how the trash parties started. The WS would be gently lulled to sleep in a soft, comfy bed, his forehead stroked, maybe even a hummed lullaby - and then next things he knows he's waking up in the middle of a gangbang. Maybe he didn't know what they were up to because of the wipes, or maybe he knew each time but they drugged him so he'd fall asleep anyway

pinning it on Nat

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky feels the need to open up to Steve about his rapes, but he's too nervous about how his stories will be received. Will Steve treat him differently? What if he doesn't want anything to do with him afterward? He needs to talk, but it's just too personal. So he comes up with the worst idea ever: He'll describe the worst things that happened to him as if he witnessed them being done to Natasha while they were both with the Red Room.

A garbage bouquet if this backfires in so many ways, including:

+ because Steve's focus is on helping Bucky through these horrifying memories, in which he believes Bucky was just a non-consenting spectator, he ends up saying some damaging things. Like when he assures Bucky he wasn't bad for watching, Bucky is applying that to the men who jeered from the sidelines as he got fucked, and feeling betrayed/ashamed/uncertain

+ Steve actually DOES start to treat Natasha a little differently, awkward or more worried about her, which confirms Bucky's fears

+ whether or not she was ever actually raped, Natasha is rightfully FURIOUS when she finds out

+ Bucky getting yelled at, but also the TLC he needs as people figure out his stories were real, and who the real centerpiece was (and if there is some span of time before people realize he was talking about himself where they're wondering why he'd do this fucked up thing, that's cool)

NB: this isn't meant to be dark!Bucky at all. Clearly he's acting like an asshole here, but it's out of trauma rather than malevolence, and I don't think he is aware of the extent to which he's throwing Nat under the bus.

Re: pinning it on Nat

[(Anonymous)]

OMG, imagine how Bucky's self-blame, self-hatred might work into this. Like, he's testing to see if Steve would blame him for what happened to him by appearing to victim-blame Natasha:

"And then they did XYZ horrible thing to her, but the very next day she went and committed ABC atrocity on a target's family, so..."

or,

"And that time, I don't know if you could call it rape because she actually let that handler do stuff because he always gave her fruit on missions..."

and of course, Steve is properly appalled at these ideas, but since he's focused here on helping Bucky process this shit, so maybe he doesn't express it the way Bucky really needs to counteract his own destructive internal narrative...

Trashy Steve/Bucky/Nat aftermath

[(Anonymous)]

My needs are simple: there are way too few fics featuring them as a threesome, and less even where it's the filth I like.

Basically I want something where Bucky's abuse by Hydra makes him sexually submissive, and craving a re-enactment of abuse of some sort (be it sexual, emotional, or plain physical, or all three for that extra sweet trash combo).

In this scenario Steve is still rather inexperienced sexually, and while he wants to help Bucky, the idea of Domming - especially after the abuse - makes his skin crawl. Up to you if Nat has a trash past or not, but she's more can-do about helping out Bucky that way.

I've read fics where Nat sort of "takes care of it" for Steve - but I don't want it to be that simple for them. I want the three to have (or develop) feelings for each other, and for Steve to actually force himself to participate despite inexperience/revulsion because he feels like he owes it to Bucky, even if it's just by being there and not actually inflicting pain.

Bonus if there's self-loathing about what they're doing by all three of them. Extra bonus if they do have super good aftercare after the filth, though.

(Kink-wise I'm pretty cool with most stuff, I'm just not that thrilled about scat, pee, incest, stuff with animals or kids, but I'm fine with whatever pain/humiliation/sexual depravity potential authors would surprise me with).

Re: Trashy Steve/Bucky/Nat aftermath

[(Anonymous)]

Ugh I can't breathe, this would be so nice.

Also, I just went off on a feels train: when I think about the way fics of this type usually go (with Nat taking care of it for Steve, like you said) it would be cool if the fic had Nat being sort of down on herself and thinking of herself as corrupt because she IS able to deal with what Bucky wants, whereas Steve, who she sees as a better person, is more upset over it. Like it ties into thinking of herself as cold, less human, doing what needs to be done, and she feels like if she was a good person like Steve she wouldn't be able to do it. So then she defines herself in the situation as "taking care of it for Steve," i.e. performing a service, not someone that Steve and Bucky can actually love. But they do and she doesn't get that.

It isn't personal, except it is

[(Anonymous)]

I read a lovely story in which Rumlow decides to get a little of his own back after they catch Steve, Sam and Nat post street-fight. One of the commenters there suggested, "What if the Winter Soldier walks in on this?"

So there's your prompt: Sam and Natasha are in the van; Steve's outside in a quiet corner with those ludicrous handcuffs on him, a gun to his head, and Rumlow fucking him. The Winter Soldier makes contact, maybe wondering why the rest of Hydra hasn't left the area yet, and this is what he arrives to see.

Author's choice on whether Bucky punches Rumlow right in the head without really knowing why, gets ordered to join in, or something else horrible I haven't thought of.

(The story that set this off: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1585373)

Re: It isn't personal, except it is

[(Anonymous)]

Suddenly picturing Bucky killing Rumlow, messily, while he's in the middle of fucking Steve, so Steve's covered in his blood and maybe brain matter and whatever, his still-hot (still-hard) corpse, until Bucky drags him off and...

Hydra/Steve: "You can stop this whenever you want..."

[(Anonymous)]

"...all you have to do is tell us where Barnes is."

It was an offhand line in a prompt a couple pages ago, and it stuck with me.

Re: Hydra/Steve: "You can stop this whenever you want..."

[(Anonymous)]

I'd be tempted to modify that: "...where the Asset is."

Shrinkyclinks non-con

[(Anonymous)]

A few months ago I prompted a non-con Shrinkyclinks art from thefilthiestpiglet: NSFW (“http://thefilthiestpiglet.tumblr.com/post/135012390348/quiescentire-answered-your-post-porn-prompts”)

I couldn't get it out of my head, so I wrote the fic. Because art fills prompting fic fills (prompting art fills, prompting fic fills, ad infinitum) is the ciiiiiiiircle of traaaaaaaash

Re: Shrinkyclinks non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Awww, hyperlink, no.

Rumlow/Steve/Rumlow!Bucky

[(Anonymous)]

So I got to thinking about different ways Hydra could have experimented with Bucky's head over the years and I got to thinking about personality imprints and it inspired this shameful trash idea.

Each time he's activated for duty the Winter Soldier is imprinted with a loyal Hydra soldier's personality and brain patterns to prevent 'incidents'. Given that he's one of their best men, Rumlow is often chosen as the imprint. It's not a perfect copy, but it's enough that Rumlow has a hell of a time working alongside his mini-me.

Cut to Steve facing Rumlow and Rumlow!Bucky in combat. Thanks to how in sync they are, they tag team him and manage to take him down... and then once he's down, they tag team him in an entirely different way.

+ Rumlow being narcissistic enough to really, really get off on sharing the honor of screwing Captain America with 'himself'
+ Rumlow and Bucky having a running dialogue as it goes on, and Rumlow's words coming out of Bucky's mouth utterly destroying Steve. (...and possibly turning him on?)
++++++ Rumlow and Bucky indulging in lots of stuff that's right out of Rumlow's personal porn collection; dirty talk, moneyshots, object insertion?

In Victory, Boredom

[(Anonymous)]

A spin on TWS where Hydra ultimately wins. Hill never rescues Steve and the others, the Helicarriers launch, and Hydra's regime takes over the United States and spreads out into the world.

Steve's life is spared, but he's broken, his mind wiped like Bucky's was, and turned into the ultimate trophy, branded with the Hydra logo and given as 'stress relief' and 'rewards' to Hydra's top agents.

Rumlow's one of them and he's so. Fucking. Bored.

There's no challenge anymore, no need for secrecy or deception, the token pockets of resistance are dying out, and he's even got Captain Goddamn America riding his dick anyway he wants. But without the challenge, it's just not any fun.

+ For a focus on Rumlow slowly going stir-crazy now that Hydra has everything they want.
+ Rumlow using his time with Steve to try and kill some of that boredom, coming up with ever-escalating requests and kinks for him to see if it'll make any of his old personality emerge and say 'No'.
+++ Rumlow getting frustrated when Steve goes along with whatever fucked up, twisted thing he comes up with.
+++++ Rumlow finally bringing along his entire STRIKE team to see if a good old fashioned gang-bang will bring some of the spark back.

Re: In Victory, Boredom

[(Anonymous)]

+ Rumlow using his time with Steve to try and kill some of that boredom, coming up with ever-escalating requests and kinks for him to see if it'll make any of his old personality emerge and say 'No'.

Here for it!

Platonic Stucky, Incest-Like Rape

[(Anonymous)]

So Bucky and Steve have a 100% non-romantic brotherly love going on. There's zero sexual or romantic attraction there, and neither of them would even fathom it because it would be akin to incest for them. Stuff happens, Bucky becomes the Winter Soldier, and Steve finds and saves him. However later on they get captured, and HYDRA forces Bucky and Steve to fuck. I wanna see how that effects them, when it's not just rape but feels as awful as fucking as sibling.

Civilian identity trash

[(Anonymous)]

So, I had this idea.

What if Hydra gets their hanbds on Bucky one last time. They don't need him right now, they're scattered and they're no longer have a cryo facility - but they implant him with false memories, give him a new identity.

So flash forward a few weeks, and there's Bucky being a car mechanic/librarian/martial arts instructor/whatever strikes your fancy who thinks he's an ordinary guy. But the false memories were a sloppy job and he starts figuring things are terribly wrong. He has no family, realizes he does not remember his childhood...and whe he actually tries to dig in his memories he starts getting gruesome flashbacks of murder and rape.

Bonus points if Steve finds him and he STILL does not get what's going on...like he remembers him, but he still thinks his civilian life is the "real one", until everything comes crashing down in buautiful, awful hurt.

Extra bonus points if at first Steve thinks the rape memories are implanted, too, but to his horror realizes those are actually the real ones.

FILL: Let the Water Hold Me Down 1/4

[(Anonymous)]

Someone’s holding him down.

Without knowing how, he knows he could break the hold, knows he is stronger than the person on top of him; knows that doing so is forbidden and he’ll suffer for it if he tries. The hot weight on his back makes him sick. It’s almost worse than the pain.

“Not so bad now, are you?” the man snarls into his ear. “Zimniy Soldat’s not so scary when it’s begging for my cock.” He’s heard that voice before, though he can’t remember when; it’s more familiar than his own, with its constant stream of Please, harder, I need it, fuck me, please. He wishes he weren’t hard, wishes his body would stop responding to the hand that strokes him in time with the thrusts. He doesn’t want them to think he’s enjoying this. He’ll say what he’s been ordered to say, but more than anything he wants it to stop.

But pleasure builds, excruciatingly slowly under pain and fear, and another man has taken the first one’s place by the time he comes, helplessly, with a cry that wants to be a scream—

Jim’s eyes flew open in the dark. At the foot of the bed Tally made a questioning chirp and she got to her feet in a long, elaborate cat-stretch. She walked up his body and rammed her head into his chin, and he brought his right hand up to scratch her ears. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” It was probably silly to talk to the cat like she could understand him, but Jim didn’t care.

He turned his head to check the alarm clock across the room. 3:58, and he sighed. That was pretty good for a nightmare night, but he’d been hoping for a little more sleep. Tally, at least, would be delighted to get her breakfast early. “C’mon, cat,” Jim said. He wrapped his good arm around her so he could stand up and padded in the direction of the kitchen.

*

By his normal (at least, his aspirational) wake-up time Jim had shaken off the bad dream. It helped that he hadn’t actually gotten off to...well, it was rape, there wasn’t really any way around it, and Jim knew that what his dreaming mind gave him had very little to do with what he really wanted but he didn’t like it when one of the violent dreams made him shoot off in his sleep like a teenager. Those days it was hard to put on his Friendly Salesperson face.

For lack of anything better to do with his morning Jim went off to the bookstore an hour and a half early and got almost all his stocking done before he had to officially open the doors. His boss, a tiny woman named Stephanie, had hired him despite his lack of references and the fact that he had only one and a half functional arms. She had some kind of heart trouble that made it a bad idea for her to do her own heavy lifting, and his prosthetic, though not great at delicate work, was at least strong.

Jim peered out from the welter of paperback romances when the bell rang to discover Steph standing just inside the door, dripping. Her blond hair was plastered to her head; she looked like a wet cat—in more ways than one.

“Steph,” Jim said, trying to sound scolding, “what did I tell you about going out in the rain?”

“You said I’d catch my death,” Steph replied. “Which never happened when my grandmother said it either, so don’t try that on me, Buchanan.” She peeled herself out of her jacket as she spoke, not that it made much difference; everything she was wearing was soaked through. “There were a couple of teenagers tormenting a dog. I didn’t want to have to keep track of my umbrella.”

Jim sighed and abandoned the romances. “Did you run ‘em off?”

“I gave them the big sister voice and they cheesed it,” Steph said with grim satisfaction. “The dog ran too so it can’t have been too bad off.”

“You know gettin’ yourself all worked up isn’t good for your heart,” Jim said over his shoulder as he went to the tiny office-slash-breakroom. Steph kept an eclectic assortment of gear back there for exactly this kind of occasion, including a couple of large towels. Jim snagged one.

“I survived for twenty-six years without you,” Steph said loftily when he came back out. “I don’t need you to remind me what’s bad for my heart.”

“But if you died I’d be out of a job,” Jim said, and dropped the towel on her head, rubbing it into her hair despite her outraged squawk. “Next time call me, I’ll come and glare at ‘em.”

Steph fended him off enough to take over the drying herself. “You do give great glare,” she said thoughtfully.

*

Jim went out to pick up lunch, turning up his collar against the last of the drizzle. When he got back he and Steph went to the back room, leaving the door open so they’d hear any arrivals.

Halfway through his sandwich Jim said absently, “Hey, have you ever heard the phrase <Winter Soldier>?”

Steph looked up at him, her brow furrowing. “Zim...what? What language is that?”

Jim frowned and thought about what he’d said. “Uh, sorry. Zimniy Soldat. It means ‘Winter Soldier’. It’s, uh, Russian.” He didn’t let his voice rise in question.

“There was an inquiry into the Mai Lai massacre called the Winter Soldier Investigation,” Steph said slowly. “They got the name from the Thomas Paine quote, I think. These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.” She put a spoonful of her chili into her mouth. Jim liked to see her eating well, and it was adorable that she just had that quote memorized. “I didn’t know you spoke Russian.”

Jim gave her a sideways smile and said, “Neither did I.”

“We’ll have to test you, see how much you know,” Steph said. She seemed a little unsettled, and Jim couldn’t blame her; the reason he had no references was because he didn’t remember much of anything past a few days before he’d come into her store, looking for a job to fill his time with. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing to know about your employee—or your friend. But he had a bank account (he didn’t need the job for the money) and a Social Security card and a driver’s license, and no outstanding warrants for his arrest, so he figured it couldn’t be too bad.

*

He spent the evening watching movies with Tally curled on his chest. She hadn’t liked him for the first few days he could remember; he thought perhaps he’d acted different—maybe even smelled different, if something traumatic had happened to alter his memory. “One bonus of this amnesia thing,” he told the cat. “I get to see all the movies for the first time again.” When The Princess Bride was over, Jim tapped his fingers on his laptop’s keys for a few seconds and then went to Wikipedia.

The disambiguation page listed two “American war crimes investigations,” a 1972 movie about the earlier one, a play from 1943...and a conspiracy theory. He clicked it.

The Winter Soldier is an urban legend of the intelligence community, said to have been responsible for at least two dozen assassinations, beginning in 1961 and extending to the present day.

Jim skimmed down the page, trying to put together the most important points. The ‘Winter Soldier’ was accused of—or credited with—killing every important person to die violently in the latter half of the Twentieth Century, from Howard Stark through an assortment of generals and diplomats to JFK. The list of possibilities was a lot longer than two dozen, though most of them were marked tentative with asterisks. There were two pictures, neither one more than a roughly man-shaped blur from a distance; in one it was possible to make out a light-colored sleeve with a splotch on the shoulder, but there was nothing you could hope to recognize the subject from.

The Winter Soldier is rumored^{(by whom?)} to have been involved in the Insight Crash. Multiple eyewitness accounts^[1][2][3] place him in Washington D.C. during the several days before Captain America/Steve Rogers’ release of sensitive SHIELD data to the Internet.

“Weird,” Jim said aloud, and went to bed.

*

He’s on his knees and has been for a long time. His left arm hangs heavy and useless at his side, deactivated. There’s a hand petting through his hair; he is not allowed to press into it. “You’d stay here just like this forever if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”

He doesn’t nod, doesn’t move; if he moves he’ll be punished. Worse, he will have disobeyed. He doesn’t want to disappoint this man, who is blond and beautiful and cares for him. He will not move, he will make no sound. Tears trickle from his eyes but that’s an involuntary reaction and he won’t be punished for it.

“Good,” the blond man says. “Open your mouth.”

He does, grateful; if he’s going to be used now, it’s almost over. He knows he can take it for a little longer and then he’ll be released and he will not have been disobedient—

Jim’s eyes flew open in the dark.

Super Soldier Sphincter (Torture)

[(Anonymous)]

So, the sphincter is just another muscle, right? Let's imagine if the Winter Soldier clenched up really bad, there was no way a dick would go in there. Or worse, if he clenched up later, that dick would be history.

Now what I want is reading about all the horrible things HYDRA/STRIKE/villain of the week did to loosen up that hole. Was it enough to threaten the WS, maybe hold a knife to his balls while they fucked him? Or did they inject a local muscle relaxant, so he'd try and try to keep them out but it wasn't enough? Or did they just lube up some non-breakable object and worked him over until he screamed himself hoarse and couldn't clench up at all for a long while?

Please, trashbabies, I'm in need for some asshole torture.

Re: Super Soldier Sphincter (Torture)

[(Anonymous)]

I'd be so into this.

Punishment rape with Rumlow and Pierce.

[(Anonymous)]

I had this idea in my head where the Winter Soldier does something "bad". And by bad I in fact mean good - he does something like protecting a civilian, he reverts partly to being Bucky (without necessarily remembering why), or he just plain refuses ti kill a target because they're not evil.

Pierce himself is angered by this disobedience, but Pierce does not get his hands dirty. He knows Rumlow does, though. So he orders the Winter Soldier brought in; and be subjected to a painful, brutal punishment-rape by Rumlow, while Pierce watches.

Bonus rounds:

-Pierce masturbates to it, but is very aloof about it, maybe just matter-off-factly cleans his hand on what's left of WS's clothing after it's done.

-Pierce keeps telling Bucky/WS this is happening because there's something wrong with him, he's defective, and this is the way to fix it.

- Bucky/WS not really understanding this: "but I made the right call", but taking the punishment regardless.

- Bucky being genuinely shocked/horrified by the idea of forced sex as punishment. Maybe this is the first time it happens, maybe he just doesn't remember previous rapes because of the chair, but he's not accustomed to it. It's actively traumatizing.

- Rumlow being really into it - both the pain and the fucking - and spitting obscenities as he fucks. Extra bonus if he deliberately draws it out when he knows he's inflicting pain.

- Bucky actually trying to cover up and clean after, being met only by Rumlow's mockery.