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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Yandere Bucky

[(Anonymous)]

I know it sounds stupid, but hear me out...

The Asset has been trained and retrained many times after his wipes. He is taught what to do and what NOT to do. For most of these training sessions, one order is always present: "let nobody approach your handler," or something along those lines. The Asset knows to treat anyone who approaches his handler as a threat, and will dispose of them if he deems it neccessary. He always claims that he was protecting his handler when he's punished for it.

Give me post-WS Bucky's confusion because he thinks the same rules apply to every "handler" he has, and Steve's reaction when Bucky "disposes of" someone who he thought would get too close to his precious handler.
+ if Rumlow encourages this behaviour because it's a sign that the Asset isn't just some mutt with training.
++ if Bucky's overprotective instincts slowly develop into assumptions that everyone who gets close to his Handler is trying to take them away from him.
+++ if Bucky fails his duty to protect his handler, and the punishment is so bad that he refuses to let ANYONE near his handler in case they're a threat.
+++++ if Steve finds him but he already has a partner (Sam, Nat, etc.) and Bucky won't stand for that.
+++++++ if any Stucky involved isn't fluffy at all. It's centred around Bucky's "If you make friends with them, you might fall in love with them and leave me" mindset, and Steve's dubious compliance with this. There can be fluff, but it's bittersweet.

Give it to Me Straight (1/4)

[(Anonymous)]

*right, well I was going through old prompts and this one caught my eye (http://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1634.html?thread=2934114#cmt2934114), where Bucky is raped while watching learning that Steve has died. I meant for it to just be a short thing I could use to procrastinate my thesis on, but now it's over 2k words of garbage, so I just want to make sure yall could see the rotten fruits of my labor ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


It'd been two weeks. And yeah, it’s bad. It's real bad. But he’d spent longer stashed away in the Hydra factory, so it's not unbearable. Even if Steve thinks he's dead, which he probably does at this point, the war is going to over soon. All the advanced intelligence said so. POWs get released when wars end. He'll be set free or get exchanged for some other prisoner soon enough. It's bad, but he can wait. Bucky's always been good at that.

Bucky was huddled in the corner, trying as best he could to stay warm. It wasn't cold enough to freeze to death, but it was just enough to keep him uncomfortable every goddamn waking moment. He wrapped himself tighter with the single threadbare blanket he'd been given.

Not even a blanket. It was a length of left-over cloth used to make the uniforms his captors wore. But it was something.

If there was one thing he had plenty of, at least, it was free time. The Russians didn't seem to quite know what to do with him until the war ended. They must have known he was American, and that made him valuable. Didn't matter that they were supposed to be part of the Allies. Stalin wasn't exactly known for his humanitarianism.

Sometimes they came in and prodded him with instruments, taking blood and hair samples. Sometimes they gave him drugs and recorded the results, or lack thereof. Sometimes they just came in and beat the shit out of him. Bucky could never predict what kind of day it was going to be. He just ate whatever weird slop they gave him to eat (it was nasty greenish-brown bar that looked like it was made from gum and sawdust, but at least it was filling), and hoped that today wasn't the day they decided he wasn't worth the trouble. But mostly, he just had plenty of time to rest and think.

Today was different. The guards shifts changed. There were a lot more people moving around outside the cell, and the sounds of equipment setting things up. It was unexpected, but not a huge surprise, when he was dragged out of the cell, and brought to a new part of the compound he hadn't seen before. They wrapped a weird sort of mitt around his right hand, forcing him to make a fist. It made a weird sort of sense. They couldn't exactly handcuff him with one arm gone. They ripped off his worn out boots, the only clothes he was allowed to keep after they found him, and shackled his ankles together. He wished he had his blanket. Or at least some socks. His bare toes were numb against the cold concrete floor.

There was table in the middle, a big heavy metal one with rings fused into it for restraints. Above it, bolted to the ceiling was a shiny new movie projector. The table was pointed towards the screen, and comfy chairs were placed all around like a miniature cinema. One of the guards hit him in the small of his back with the butt of a rifle, sending him crashing to his knees. Bucky felt a knot twisting in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't right.

A balding, pasty skinned man came striding in a few minutes later, gleaming at the sight of Bucky on his knees.

"Hello, Sergeant Barnes. It's nice to finally meet. I'm a big fan of your comic books." His English was rough, but not unintelligible.

Bucky snapped his mouth shut.

"I have to say, I'm not sure I see the resemblance. How are you feeling today?"

Bucky turned away. There was something unnerving about the guy, and he wasn't about to start showing weakness now.

"Shy? Strange, the men said normally you don't shut up. You have a very dirty mouth, apparently. They might not have your talented for language, Sergeant, but these men know enough to tell when you're being impolite."

Bucky huffed and blew a few strands of hair our of his eyes. It was really getting too long. If they were really going to try interrogating him about the Steve and the serum again, they're damn right he wouldn't shut up. He'd talk about everything and anything, as long as it wasn't too personal or an answer to something they asked. They'd hit and gag him for that usually, but it was always worth it to see their looks of exasperation.

"Come now. This is your home. You can speak to me."

Bucky sneered. "Keep dreaming. You might as well exchange me now, 'cause that's all I'm gonna be good for. You can hit me all you want. I don't have any secrets to spill even if I wanted to."

The man smiled, rubbing unconsciously at his ring finger. "You think we're keeping you for a prisoner exchange."

Well, not anymore, he thinks. "Obviously," he said.

"Nobody knows you are alive, James. Except us." He made a sweeping gesture with his hand to the other people in the room. "And nobody but Captain Rogers himself would be worth trading you for."

"Why don't you try him? He'll take my place and burn you bastards to the ground. I'd like let him know I'm still kicking anyway. Be doing me a favor." Bucky forced out a laugh.

"James, my name is Dr. Fennhoff," he motioned to the guards, who lifted Bucky up and dragged him towards the table. "You and I are going to get well acquainted very soon. But first we need to get you prepped for our sessions. The technique works so much better when there is something the subject desperately wants to change or forget. I'll be back in a little while, and we can get started then."

Bucky was slammed down on the table, banging his head against the metal hard enough to see stars. By the time his vision cleared, they'd rearranged his restraints so his legs were forced apart and chained to either side of the table, and his mittened hand to one of the corners as well. Then they hooked a thick, heavy collar around his neck, and locked that to the final corner ring. He was effectively spread eagle, with his ass in the air trying to crowd his body on the table's short length.

They started striping his sorry excuses for clothes off with a combat knife, letting it fall to ribbons on the floor. It was actually heated in this room, unlike his cell, but he still couldn't help but shiver. Maybe more out of dread and anticipation than the temperature. He yanked against the short chains. He could shift himself maybe half an inch, but even that seemed too generous.

One of the men propped his chin up with something, forcing him to stare straight ahead at the blank screen. On the other end, he felt something cool and slick hit his ass, and Bucky thought he might shatter into a million little pieces right then and there.

Give it to Me Straight (2/4)

[(Anonymous)]

(I havn't slept in over 36 hours so hopefully this will all still make sense when I wake up tomorrow morning. let me know what you guys think so far. Gimmie some kinks you want to see.)




He jerked back as far as he could. "Don't."

One of them, a guy with a fairly average build and dirty blond hair, seemed to be in charge. He grabbed Bucky by the roots of his own hair wrenched his head up so they saw eye to eye. Bucky could feel his eyes getting red and puffy, his honest to God pure rage the only thing fighting back the tears.

"Don't make it harder than it needs to, soldat. This is just the first of many lessons we're going to give you. It's going to hurt, and that's the whole point. But I'd hate to see you burn out too quickly."

Bucky spat. "Fuck you."

"Other way around," the guy said with wink. "Did you know that I, too, hold the rank of captain? Only I'm not a government puppet, like yours was." He dug his fingernails deep into Bucky's scalp, eliciting a small yelp. "I have dignity in my position. So your first lesson is this: there is no one coming to save you, because you will have no dignity left."

Without warning, someone shoved two slippery fingers up his hole, stabbing at his insides. Bucky let out a strangled yell, catching the end of it and biting down hard on his lip. It was too fast, too much all at once. He squeezed his eyes shut, like he could jsut pretend he wasn't here, and received a slap so hard his teeth rattled.

"Pay attention, soldat. You keep your eyes open and watch the film, or you'll lose your blinking privileges." He held a roll of thick gray tape to Bucky's face, and finally let go of his head, dropping him down with a thud.

The lights went out, and Bucky could hear the reel starting up. The theme to a news show played, giving way to somber music as a the newscaster looked down at his notes.

"We have confirmed reports now coming in, that two days ago we lost one of our nation's greatest icons-"

No...

"Captain Steve Rogers-"

What the hell?

"Better known to some as Captain America-"

What the fuck. What was this. There was no way in hell he...

"- has been reported as dead after a tragic plane crash in the arctic, following dangerous and highly classified mission against the remainder of the Nazi party. Few traces of the wreckage have been found, but further expeditions to locate Captain Roger's body are being forced to be called off. A public memorial will be held-"

"No, no stop it. That's not real. That's not real, it's not.

"-an especially hard blow after the loss of fellow Howling Commando, Sergeant James Barnes, who passed on a related mission only days earlier. Both ga-"

They were up to four fingers now. Whoever was fingering his ass give them all a good wiggle before yanking them all free at once.Bucky took a deep, shuddering breath inwards as the hand withdrew from between his legs. His hole twitched, gaping around nothing after being to suddenly forced open. Bucky didn’t feel any tearing, but that didn’t mean much. Bucky’d heard enough talk, whispers about the kind of stuff guys do in bed together. And it’s not like… it’s not like he’d never thought about it before. Maybe never saw himself on the receiving end of it. Done gentle and sweet a guy could make another fella feel as good as a girl with no problem. Done wrong, like bastards down by the docks might do to some poor fairy they’d corner, and it would end in bloodstains, bruises, and nasty infections. And that would be getting off lucky. Sometimes you could still be gentle but not use the right supplies, and get hurt in ways you didn’t even notice until too late.

The Russians seemed to be doing just the bare minimum to keep his injuries from inconveniencing their plans. Whatever those plans might be. All Bucky could do now was flit his eyes from the growing line of military personnel, impatiently pawing at their groins, and the news reel which had changed to a new reporter, relaying the same information as the last one while displaying a whole new, unique expression of devastation to the audience.
In a sick sort of way, he could almost understand the rape. The object was to humiliate him, and frankly it was working. But what purpose did this fake news footage serve? Because there was no way, absolutely no way Steve was dead. If Steve was dead, it would be from a valiant fight to the death protecting an orphanage of starving children, or covering an explosion with his own body to save a horde of puppies. Something as stupid and noble as he was. Not a plane crash over the arctic. Alone.

Someone slapped his left ass cheek, hard, and then the right in quick succession. There was a low whistle, and Bucky could feel his back turning red both from embarrassment and the hits.

“Not bad for an American bitch,” they said in English. They wanted to make sure Bucky couldn’t misunderstand their insults. Bucky wanted to bury his head into the crook of the one arm he still had left and disappear. A big, burly guard, easily outweighing Bucky by a hundred pounds and smoking a cheap cigarette, took two handfuls of Bucky’s ass and squeezed like they were a couple of stiff pillows. Some more of that cool, slick liquid was dumped over, inside his hole, spilling over and drooling over his thighs down to the table below.

Bucky knew it was coming, but it still took him by surprise. He felt like he was being split in two as the guy thrust deeper and deeper only stopping when Bucky clenched up too tight to go further.

The captain was sitting in a chair next to the projector screen, now smoking his own cigarette and watching the whole ordeal from the front of the room. “How’s it feel, Borokov?”

The guy threw his head back and moaned, pulling back a couple inches, and stuffing himself back in. “A little tight. Nothing some sweet talk can’t cure, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Borokov asked, flicking the head of Bucky’s utterly limp cock.

Bucky bit back a sob. His lower lip was raw and seeping blood through the skin where his teeth wouldn’t let up. He looked back up at the screen. It was footage of a funeral, with hundreds of flowers, and neatly folded flags, and…

Was that Peggy?

The footage was a little far away but there she was, clear as day to anyone one who'd known her. She wasn’t crying. She seemed a little beyond that, clutching at her back and looking straight off into the distance, like she was waiting for someone to pop out of nowhere and tell her it was all a joke.

Borokov finally powered through the last bit of resistance in Bucky, moaning with such reverberation Bucky could feel it in his bones. He scraped Bucky’s insides, pounding into him, balls slapping his backside with a series of wet slaps and then, nothing.
Bucky felt a hot rush of thick fluid deep inside him, and the guard pulled away, laughing and slapping Bucky’s ass one last time for good measure.

Bucky wasn’t sure if the shock would let him close his eyes, even if he wanted to.

Rec Sam-centric fic

[(Anonymous)]

Oh trash friends, yesterday I found a great fic in ao3.

Saudade by eyeinthesky (theshizniiit)
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6539809/chapters/14961805

Some HYDRA dude kiddnap sam and tried to stockholm him into his sex-toy.
He rapes and abuses sam.
The fic includes: rape, gang rape, kiddnap, stockholm syndrom, forced femenitation. It is a WIP and the writer says it is going to become darker.
Now, the only ones hurting sam are bad guys, nothing is portrayed like romantic (except the very consensual steve/sam/bucky before the kiddnap), its very canon (except the trash parts) and sam is actually a very loved person in the superhero comunity, so this is a joy to read.
Now, this fic is not very dark here in the trash can, but I really enjoyed so I think some of you could love it too.

Re: Rec Sam-centric fic

[(Anonymous)]

...thank you. thank you. for this.

Request for help finding a fic

[(Anonymous)]

I just remembered a fic I read here that I suddenly can't find since I forgot to bookmark it. It was one of the stories dealing with Bucky being broken into the winter soldier, and it was kind of similar to You Can Escape From it Whenever You Choose. Basically Bucky was broken by the soviets, but through them repeatedly raping him and gradually increasing the amount of participation required from Bucky who kept telling himself he was only going along with it to wait for a chance to escape. It eventually got to a point where Bucky was actively sucking off and getting off from Hydra soldiers while a fellow American soldier watched on in horror.

I'm sorry if this isn't helpful, but I really want to find where this fic is lurking.

Re: Request for help finding a fic

[(Anonymous)]

The only animal!!
This is the ao3 link http://archiveofourown.org/works/4743752/chapters/10842782
If someone have the post from here, that would be nice :3

WS!Steve / Bucky!Cap non-con

[(Anonymous)]

There's a fair amount of fic that has Bucky as the Winter Soldier raping
Steve - I'm interested in seeing the reverse (i.e Bucky is Captain America and Steve is the Winter Soldier - how this occurs is up to author anon), and how this interaction is different based on the fact that it's Bucky as Cap, not Steve.

The exact situation is up to the author - maybe WS!Steve appearing as the finale to a trash party where the agents have already wrecked Bucky, maybe WS!Steve sent to interrogate Bucky and used rape to get the info HYDRA needs, etc. etc.

+100 for blood - I want it to be violent, for Bucky to be injured/bleeding before and/or after
+1000 for WS!Steve fucking Bucky with a stun baton
+10000000 for fisting that results in forced orgasm

Re: WS!Steve / Bucky!Cap non-con

[(Anonymous)]

So this fic is pretty dark, but it's great and definitely RTYI I think, if you haven't seen it already:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/557753/chapters/995045

The author has written another great WS!Steve fic too - though I don't think it's trashy, it's more of a re-write of the movie

The Winter Soldier is super strong everywhere

[(Anonymous)]

Based purely on the concept that serum-enhanced Bucky has a powerfully vice-like rectum.

But of course the Hydra goons still want to fuck him. They just don't want their dicks strangled in the process.

So, to make it more comfortable for them, they have to stuff him full of massive objects to get him really stretched and loose pre-fuck. Or maybe they just stuff him full of a fleshlight and fuck that if they're feeling particularly lazy about it.

Just want Bucky being stuffed and stretched to the max, preferably with large and strange and humiliating object insertions.

Re: The Winter Soldier is super strong everywhere

[(Anonymous)]

This hits so many of my buttons, nonny. I'll be over here setting up camp and hoping desperately for a fill.

Unknowingly non con sex

[(Anonymous)]

So all those Hydra Trash Parties? They pretty much assured that Bucky doesn't want to have sex ever again. Also? He can't help but be really aroused by being forced to have sex. And he's not really up to date on all the nuances about informed sex and consent, see aforementioned Hydra Trash Parties. So when ecstatic with relief that he managed to save Bucky and still on riding on that high Steve wants to fuck him it doesn't even come to his mind to refuse. Cue unwittingly (on both parts) non-con sex with a lot of unwanted arousal on Bucky's part and even more guilt and self-hatred.
+ if Steve's feelings are unreciprocated and Bucky just wants to please him
++ if Steve finds out about it AFTER the fact
+++ if Bucky slips and starts thinking of Steve as his handler
++++ if Bucky comes a LOT (bless that super soldier stamina) and even encourages Steve and tells him he loves it (because he DOES even if he hates himself for it) and after throws up

Re: Unknowingly non con sex

[(Anonymous)]

Yesss this is my favorite kind of trash

Hydra Mind Games

[(Anonymous)]

So, there were some Hydra folks who just loved to take advantage of Bucky's broken brain, and one of the ways they'd do it was with guys who looked like Steve. And no matter how it started, it would always, always end up with fake-Steve doing something terrible.

So Bucky gets triggered, and hey, there's this guy who looks like Steve, right? But this time, he is not going to be fooled; he's not going to give in when the guy starts talking calmly and trying to be gentle. Hell with that.

It's a little weird that the fake's pulling his punches so much, but for once Bucky's going to win one of these sick little games.

Here's a line to get you started: "You're not him! He would have come back for me!"

Re: Hydra Mind Games

[(Anonymous)]

yes please

the greenest sky

[(Anonymous)]

Or, the strangest things the Asset has ever been made to believe.

This is a trope in the dumpster already, honestly. And I've seen it taken in multiple directions, notable examples including the "you need cum to survive" fill and the "you're pregnant with my baby" fill. But there is never enough of this kind of thing, and I have a slightly different take on it here.

One of the trash party games is "What's the weirdest lie you've ever gotten the Asset to swallow?" People teach him that 5 times 76 is 100. People teach him that you're supposed to spit on a hand when it's held out for a handshake. People teach him a phrase in a language he doesn't know that they say means "I'm sorry" and actually means "Go fuck yourself." (When he uses it in context, he gets punished, of course, and laughed at the whole time.) People teach him that tomatoes and salt mix to make a deadly poison.

A few times, his handlers get in trouble for egregiously dangerous misinformation, but usually he's the one who suffers for "getting simple facts wrong." And he can't even build up skepticism, because not only is he missing all the relevant truths, he doesn't even know that the game is being played at all except when they tell him about it... right before he gets wiped.

And then Bucky is free, and not constantly losing his memory, and he starts to remember nearly a century of lies.

This may result in a long litany of "Steve, is it true that...?" or a series of confused Internet queries or being terrified that he's going to die when he has a bite of pizza for the first time. Or something sex-related. Anything you like, really -- my ideas are for your convenience, and other things would be just as good. But I'd really like the horror of "he'll believe absolutely anything they say, and they use it to lie to him for shits and giggles" to be the primary focus, not the horror of said lies facilitating their rape of him. (Psychological trash with a side of rape is my cup of tea, honestly.)

+ When he realizes that this has been going on, Bucky doubts literally everything, but especially flat statements of fact that go against his intuition. His therapist says things like "the abuse wasn't your fault" and "I believe in you" and "your feelings are valid and you should trust them" and "I don't want you to hurt yourself" and "you're safe now" and it just makes him feel worse.
+ "Have I ever lied to you?"

Re: the greenest sky

[(Anonymous)]

This may result in a long litany of "Steve, is it true that...?" or a series of confused Internet queries

This seems to suggest that Steve is the one person who Bucky actually trusts to tell him the truth (which I would pay all my trash dollars for), and if anyone, ever, betrays even the merest involuntary hint of amusement or even surprise at any of Bucky's questions Steve enters some kind of cold-fury beast-mode. But regardless, Bucky starts getting really embarrassed asking Steve all these incredibly obvious/bizarre questions so he keeps trying to do research on his own, getting more and more confused and suspicious of everything he finds, which ends in some kind of horrifying meltdown/spillover of all Bucky's paranoid fears and Steve cautiously rubbing his back while reassuring him that yes, it's legal for former soldiers to ride public transit and no, Bucky, the US was not ruled by a theocratic-god emperor during the 1960s and no, Buck, hot dogs do not contain human meat, not even the generic brand ones.

WS control codes used for revenge

[(Anonymous)]

Either at a Hydra party or post-CW where Bucky is living in Stark tower, but someone has it out for the Winter Soldier due to a past incident. And when they get their hands on the control codes, they use them to make Bucky hurt himself... badly. Ideally looking for pain/physical hurt, but not sexual.

+Steve finds out about all this and angsts and/or feels the rage
++Bucky can't remember what the incident was
+++Bucky almost dies

Rumlow/Sam rape

[(Anonymous)]

There's so little iddy Sam/Rumlow fic, so I'll gift the internet for a fic inspired on this trashy NSFW artwork:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6609124

Re: Rumlow/Sam rape

[(Anonymous)]

How tragic is it that not only did I instantly know what this link had to be, but I clicked on it again anyway JUST IN CASE, haha. ANYWAY SECONDING HARD AS FUCK, fic this fine piece of art!

Bucky/Hydra, Emetophilia

[(Anonymous)]

-peaks head up from the trash can-

long time trash lover (lurking from the days of CA:WS), first time posting. so i thought, hey, why not make it delightfully disgusting. after all, trashy feelings hit me when i saw CA:CW and it was suddenly 2014 again and my ass fell back in the dumpster.

emetophilia. aka, vomit kink.

the asset is so rarely given people food. when hydra actually gives him (it?) solid food, it's to feed him to excess for their own amusement. his body, not used to solid food, expels it when all is said and done.

less focus on the feeding, it's not really my kink, and more focus on the vomit.

suggestions: vomit as lube, making him lick the vomit off of their boots, making him lick the vomit off of the floor, gagging him with cocks to make him vomit even more.

Madame Hydra/Winter Soldier: immunity to toxins

[(Anonymous)]

There's been a lot of talk about HYDRA using chemicals to keep the Winter Soldier functional on missions/retain his health while in stasis, and it kind of spurred the idea of what if Madame Hydra was involved with building the Winter Soldier's tolerance up in regards to toxins/poisons and then testing his "performance" under the influence of such drugs.

"The Handler" by Muse (from their 2015 album Drones)

[(Anonymous)]

The lyrics of the above song really resounds to me at the moment, when one is in so much mental anguish one wills themself to dissociate. Any fic inspired by the song would be welcome, though I prefer Bucky in it.

Re: "The Handler" by Muse (from their 2015 album Drones)

[(Anonymous)]

Not a fic, but a fanvid I bet would be rtyi

http://youtu.be/6mNC4xgUYVM

Rumlow gets off on being hurt (but only if there's a good reason)

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe he's with Rollins (yes, preferred) and most of their relationship is based on Rumlow being hurt and insulted and tortured. Maybe he feels extremely guilty about being with another man? Anyway, he likes to be hurt, but everything just gets so much better if there's something to be punished for. If he fails a mission, the sex just gets that much hotter when Rollins makes him pay for fucking up, but he also gets in trouble with the higher-ups and that's much less pleasant.

Anyway, he figures it out: being mean to the Asset gets a rise out of his partner, because the other guy has always felt a little guilty about how the Asset is treated, whereas Rumlow (as a Real Man) at least pretends not to give a shit in public. So he starts being intentionally cruel to the Asset-- not all the time, but when it counts-- ridiculous, cruel punishments for tiny infractions or nothing at all, slapping him when he feels like it, telling the tech department he needs an extra long time in the wipe machine this time.

I feel like this failed to articulate the idea in my head, but basically: give me Rumlow using the Asset as a pawn to get aggression from his partner. Give me Rumlow's partner, preferably Rollins, being appropriately furious but also completely aware of what's happening. And also confused, hurt, just-trying-to-be-good-for-his-favorite-handler-ever Winter Soldier.

orgasm control at the flip of a switch

[(Anonymous)]

so every now and then the Hydra has to do minor surgery on the Soldier to make sure his spine or whatever isn't about to crack under the weight of his arm or even just the shear amount of times he keeps getting thrown into a wall. But this is the future, and now instead of controlling Bucky's sex drive with drugs, they pop in a little device and hook it to his nerves during one of those surgeries that can control when he can get hard or cums, all at the flick of a switch.

Cue Hydra mooks making him cum without even getting hard, or rape him and when his body gets unwilling aroused, they don't even offer him relief. Maybe they shake things up and make him cum over and over until his shooting blanks. Force him to get hard mid battle or in a training session, just to see how well the conditioning holds up.

Maybe when Bucky gets free, he's so ashamed he's got such a thing in his body that he doesn't tell anyone, even though it could easily be removed. He's trying to start a relationship back up with Steve or whoever but he literally cannot get aroused because of this thing blocking the signals to his brain. And then they're off fighting the last bits of Hydra, only this time the bad guy got their mitts on the control, and put Bucky out of commission for the fight because he hasn't orgasmed in so long. No trigger codes or mindwiping chair needed.

Re: orgasm control at the flip of a switch

[(Anonymous)]

You are singing my trash song friend!!!

*sets up camp*

Rumlow/ Steve - Steve loves it

[(Anonymous)]

Rumlow works with Steve's sister instead of Steve. He befriends and manipulates her into introducing them because (duh!) she has a really hot brother. Steve and Rumlow hit it off and then Rumlow does horrible/ bad/ dirty/ wrong things to him that Steve loves (in and out of the bedroom, however your beautifully trashy little heart desires) but Steve's sister is all guilty because she thinks she's gotten him into an abusive relationship.

Re: Rumlow/ Steve - Steve loves it

[(Anonymous)]

Nothing against your prompt, nonnie, but I don't think you're quite in the right dumpster.

Steve/Bucky - Touch Starved

[(Anonymous)]

Having spent some time in the dumpster, I know Hydra did a number on Bucky's sex life. What I headcanon is some serious cbt/denial/milking etc that basically results in Bucky's broken dick. No amount of nice, romantic stim from Steve is gonna help - no boners for Bucky.

This is the well worn path around here. EXCEPT what I want is him and Steve stumbling across the fact that Bucky does get hard and can come untouched but only with a whole lot of praise and soft touches to traditionally non erogenous zones - carding his hair, rubbing the back of his neck, soft touches on the shoulder. Any attention to his dick/ass/nipples and his erection flags. Basically Hydra touch starved him so much that any of these gentle touches have become incredibly erotic.

+ Bucky gets off to praise too - Steve whispering in his ear how good/brave he is
++ Steve getting achingly hard at watching Bucky spurt off without any erectile stimulation. How Steve/Bucky deal with Steve's arousal is up to the author

Re: Steve/Bucky - Touch Starved

[(Anonymous)]

*eagerly sets up camp*

the sex pollen hasn't worn off yet

[(Anonymous)]

Hydra + a captive Steve + aphrodisiac-assisted trash party... and then the rest of the Avengers show up and rescue him. Problem is, whatever drug or bastardized Asgardian concoction Hydra gave him, it's still in full effect. And it's the type where you need to get fucked or it'll kill you.

So Steve is freshly traumatized, exhausted, filthy, injured, and ashamed, and wants nothing more than a long hot shower and a lot of privacy. Instead, he has to will himself not to flinch or fight back while the male Avengers pull the world's most horrified and reluctant train on his ass. And he enjoys it.

+ come. so much come everywhere.
++ physically, Steve is desperate for it and the forced pleasure is intense, but the underlying trauma/pain/disgust shows through more and more as the dubcon gangbang goes on
+++ some of them have to go more than once, and round 2 is dramatically different from round 1 (physical injuries healing without a trace, facade of "well this sucks but I can hold myself together" gradually crumbling)
++++ awkward attempts at comfort, especially if it's Tony and they crash and burn due to his chronic case of foot-in-mouth disease

Re: the sex pollen hasn't worn off yet

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yesssss please

Extreme insomnia

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Post HYDRA, Bucky cannot sleep. No matter how many times he works out to the point of collapsing, no matter how few calories he's getting to even keep him alive let alone provide energy, he can't. He's starting to think that the only way he can ever go to sleep again is if he electrocutes himself into exhaustion or sleeps in an industrial sized freezer. He's even researched how to go about purchasing one or more items which might lead to just that. Within a week he's hallucinating, nodding off everywhere only to wake up a second later with the shakes.

Bonus points if he ends up ridiculously addicted to various drug concoctions to help him sleep. Then he ends up over-sleeping ALWAYS, spending most of his days asleep or on the brink of and starts to lose grip of the line between reality, the numbness of slumber without dreams, and his varied dream worlds.

He develops sleep anxiety, slowly but surely, as he begins to realize that a part of him dreads waking up more than anything he's ever feared before. He doesn't want to live in the real world, but every time he wakes up, he's taking from himself what he so deeply wants and is therefore scared of going to sleep because of the pain that comes with waking.



Apologies if this doesn't make complete sense...

Re: Extreme insomnia

[(Anonymous)]

OP here. Please note that I do NOT ship Bucky/Steve (at least in the way many people do) and would therefore prefer this fic not to have any romantic tones to it.

Also, please feel free to go into detail about the auditory/visual hallucinations he has. Or not. :)

Natasha gets off on rape

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So that Natasha Romanoff backwards interrogation techniques? Let’s throw garbage at that.
Obviously, she learned that in the Red Room. Except her Red Room handlers didn’t give a shit about her wellbeing or it was another way from them to train her to withstand pain and she had to go through the whole interrogation, not just till the things got bad. And more often than not, it included rape – either as an another tool to subdue her/humiliate her or just some goons got bored. And through that Natasha learned to enjoy it. She doesn’t really like sex after all that but being forced to do it against her will instantly turns her on.
In the present day Natasha tries to opt out of her “backwards interrogation” before the things go south. But let’s say something went wrong and she can’t get away and the interrogator (who’s that is up to you) decides to rape her. And to his delight and Natasha’s horror, she gets really aroused at the idea. And I don’t mean just her body reacting against her will – she really, really gets off on that, even if just the thought of it makes her sick to her stomach. It’s still non-con since Natasha doesn’t want it to be happening and she has no control over that but she can’t help but enjoy it and orgasm. A lot.

Re: Natasha gets off on rape

[(Anonymous)]

I really hope someone fills this!

Natasha gets hardcore spanked and fucked...

[(Anonymous)]

...as a part of her Red Room training. By whom? Random Red Room trainer, fellow Black widow, Winter Soldier? Up to you. She hates it but doesn't struggle because she considers it just another Red Room excercise that she has to complete.
No caning but other than that knock yourself out.

Re: Natasha gets hardcore spanked and fucked...

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Minifill: Despermatophore

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Unprompted Minifill because I needed somewhere to put this.

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The asset can't.
Can't what..? It isn't sure.
All it knows is that there's a tightening in its belly that's very uncomfortable, but..

The asset must not lose focus.
The asset must not speak unless spoken to.
The asset does not feel pain.

And it doesn't hurt, not exactly. It's more like.. pressure, building and growing stronger.

The asset wonders if perhaps it's going to explode. That would make an awful mess, it's handler would not like that.

So it doesn't hurt, not exactly, but the asset is losing focus. It cannot concentrate because all it can think about is the annoying pressure.

It is angry at itself. This is unacceptable. This is a breach of protocol and a mission directive. The asset must never lose focus.

It wonders, briefly, if perhaps it should report the malfunction to someone - but the asset must not speak unless spoken to. The only exceptions are when it has sustained injuries that need tending to - those that might otherwise compromise mission directives.

It does not hurt, it has no injuries, but it thinks it might hurt, after it explodes.

...

Why are it's pants wet..?

Oh.

~\~

Bucky looks at Steve, his cheeks flushed red with shame where they stand in the middle of the supermarket. His mission to fetch bread interrupted by the slow stream of wetness tracking along the inseam of his jeans and pooling on the floor at his feet.

"Oh, Buck..." Steve's voice is gentle, though he sounds sad.

The asset is scared, it has made a mess and it's handler might punish it.

"I forgot." Bucky says, and bites his lip.

Ducks his head; unable to look at Steve, afraid of what the expression on his friend's face might be.

The asset must not look it's handlers in the eye.

"Hey, it's alright Buck... I should have been keeping a better track of the time. We've been out of the apartment for a few hours now." Steve reaches out to wrap his arms around Bucky, but he squirms backwards a little so he's out of reach.

He is dirty, Steve should not touch him just incase he gets contaminated.

Steve sighs but doesn't attempt to follow.

"C'mon, I think we got everything. Let's get out of here."

The asset wishes it could hide when it follows it's handler to the front of the store, wishes it didn't have to bear the scrutiny of the help desk staff who it's handler notifies about its leak, wishes it didn't have to stand beside Steve in the queue to pay, it's wet pants visible for everyone to see.

It only takes a few minutes in reality, but it's the longest two minutes of the assets life.

The asset wonders if there will be a new mission directive after this. It does not want to be punished. The tightening in its chest and the burning of its eyes are painful enough.

Re: Minifill: Despermatophore

[(Anonymous)]

This was not supposed to be called Despermatophore. Autocorrect just hates me.

Bucky insists trash was consensual

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky, for whatever reason (denial, conditioning, survivors guilt, pre-fall trauma, coping mechanism, etc), vehemently insists that most/all of the trash happened to him at the hands of Hydra was consensual.

It goes further than "I enjoyed it/I was aroused/I came therefore it wasn't rape"; he insists over and over again that he consented to and genuinely wanted everything. Maybe he speaks of it fondly, offhandedly, and doesn't understand why everyone around him/his current partner/a random stranger is horrified.

Cue patient attempts at explaining to Bucky that what happened was rape, only to have Bucky grow more and more upset by this insistence than the memories of the rape itself.

Maybe he's got a romantic/sexual thing going on with someone else (preferably Steve) as all of this is coming to light. Steve/whoever is obviously horrified and insistent that, you know, you can't really consent under mind control. But Bucky just takes this as an affront on his independence and ability to make choices for himself - "Who are you to tell me what I wanted/want; you promised you'd never do that to me; why are you trying to twist my memories like they did" etc etc

All of this also calls into question his current ability to consent with Steve/whoever. No matter how many times Bucky insists "I want you/I want this" to his partner, they don't know if they should take his word for it. And predictably, this pisses Bucky off because, what the fuck, said partner (and just about everyone in Buckys life) have spent months and months emphatically telling me that only *he* can know/determine what he wants.

+ Bucky thinking dissociation = arousal

+ Bucky thinking flashbacks = fantasies ("I must have wanted it, I can't stop thinking about it")

++ If the partner is Steve: Steve thinking that sex with Bucky is different than it was pre war, but not being able to put his finger on why until after the "truth" comes out

+++ Or, Steve knowing perfectly well that the sex is different now - maybe for example Bucky is submissive in the present whereas he was more dominant before - but going with it anyway (until the above happens)

++++ ORRRR alternatively maybe their prewar sex was quite similar; maybe they were always kind of kinky together so it's not *totally* out of left field that Bucky wants to be slapped around and restrained. And then the "oh my God what did I do" when the learn what's going on in Bucky's brain

+++++++ Bonus if part of the reason Bucky believes it was consensual is because some times were "worse"/more actively violent than others, or if he had one or two handlers in particular who were "nicer" to him

idk how (if at all) this gets resolved but yeah

Re: Bucky insists trash was consensual

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god this is my trash catnip.

Amputations please

[(Anonymous)]

Recently read Kallanda's fuckpotato fic and dear God, I need some more amputated Bucky in my life. I need details of the amputation: blood, body horror, and gore. Pretty please.

Can be the original arm or subsequent amputations for whatever twisted purpose Hydra thinks up. I like the idea that he's being decommissioned and now just used as a living sex doll - those things don't really need limbs after all. But I'm open to any and all interpretations.

*retreats to her shame dumpster*

Re: Amputations please

[(Anonymous)]

*scoots in beside you*