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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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Any idea in what way, anon? Because there's many ways to be harmful. Is he in denial about the abuse? Or on the contrary, being over-protective like a helicopter parent? Or is the wanting more a problem?

I don't even know what it would be, but I would love to see Bucky slip into doing something that was perfectly innocuous in the 30s that doesn't fit with the Axe masculinity Strike is trying to teach him/would somehow break his cover by being so out of place, and Hydra punishes it hugely disproportionately with something humiliating or even just by slapping the shit out of him. (Like a slap and berating every time the Asset says 'doll' or 'dame' maybe?)

If they're trying to get him to pass as a normal, modern human, it would make sense for them to hit him every time he used old slang or slipped into his Brooklyn accent.

Though I think the stun baton is a better choice than a face slap.

I apologize, this is truly horrible

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Steve moved to the end of the operating table - where Bucky's feet would have been, if he would still have any. He didn't even know how he was supposed to do this. The slab was fairly narrow, not really made for two people to have sex on. And Bucky was in no way capable of helping him out on this one.

He gently grabbed a hold of Bucky's hips, and moved him a little bit further down.

"Rumlow, give me some more of that lube."

"No."

"Pretty please ."

"Aw, that's cute. But still no. You said you were sure you wanted me to stop and I did. That's all he's getting."

"Fuck you," Steve growled.

"No, fuck him, Captain. And don't test my patience."

Steve spit on his hand, and carefully parted Bucky's buttcheeks.

"Hey," he said as his eyes found Bucky's again, "I'm going to work you open a little bit more, okay?"

His tone of voice was completely different now - soft and gentle when his words were reserved for Bucky instead of Rumlow.

Bucky just nodded and Steve saw that as the best shot at consent he was going to get under the circumstances. He slipped his finger inside Bucky, and could feel what Rumlow had said. Despite the slickness, Bucky was very tight there. For a moment he wondered if it was the fear that made him tense up, but he had to push the thought away, or he'd never find it in himself to carry this through.

Two fingers proved a chore already, but Bucky wasn't making any more sounds of discomfort, he was just focusing on his breathing. As Steve moved his fingers, he could feel Bucky relaxing somewhat, the resistance growing less strong. Still, a third finger made Bucky wince again and bite his lower lip. At least there was no scream this time around. Steve didn't know if he could bear that.

"Hey Buck,"he said, "you're doing great, pal. I'm going to add one more, okay? It'll make it easier."

The spit didn't really make for great lubricant, Steve knew, but it was all he had to work with.

The fourth finger barely went it, and it felt like Bucky's body was actively trying to push it out.

"Ow...," he simply let out pathetically, his face distorting with pain, his maimed body trying to withdraw from the fingers. "Stevie, that hurts." And it sounded like he was a kid again, roughed up by bullies, and it broke Steve's heart. He pulled out immediately, but he realized right then that he wasn't going to be able to do this without hurting Bucky.

"Remember what I said about patience, Cap?" Rumlow said behind him. He could feel the barrel of the gun against the back of his head. "Cock. Ass. Now."

"Dammit, Rumlow. I'll tear him open."

"I know. He'll live. Probably. Now get to it."

Steve climbed on top of the slab. The surface was hard and cold, and only now he realized how uncomfortable Bucky must be. He tried to position himself on top of Bucky as well as he could.

Bucky was shaking under him and he realized that he too had unsteady hands. He was still hard, though - courtesy of the drug, he imagined - but he hated his body for it. If it didn't mean abandoning Bucky to the whims of a madman, he'd have gladly taken death over this. Now it would be his body that would be used to hurt Bucky, and the thought alone was more painful than any bullet he could take.

"Rumlow," he tried in one last desperate attempt, "are you sure you don't want me instead?"

Maybe, maybe that could work.

Steve heard something move, felt his buttcheeks being parted, and felt the barrel of the gun press against his sphincter.

He closed his eyes.

Good, he thought. He could take this. He could take this for Bucky.

He braced for penetration, but it never came. Instead, the gun was withdrawn.

"Tempting offer...but no. You don't get to act out your self-sacrifice fantasies today, Cap."

He could hear a sharp intake of air under him, and realized that Bucky had been waiting for an answer, too, an that his last shred of hope for reprieve was now lost.

Steve looked down on him, trying desperately to figure out how to make this more comfortable for him, but he couldn't.

"Hey," he said, his voice unsteady. "Could you open up your..." legs, he thought, but didn't say.

Bucky understood, though,and he tilted his hips as well as he could, spreading open his legs stumps. Steve positioned himself as well as he could, until his hard cock was lined up with Bucky's hole.

This was it then. He was going to do this.

The first time he tried to thrust in, his cock just slipped past and didn't go in. He tried a second time, but with similar results. The slick combined with Bucky's tightness, and the lack of leverage were keeping him out.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm going to have to..."

He grabbed hold of Bucky's waist with his left hand, hoping that area was relatively pain-free. Steve was strong enough to pin down a man with one arm, and that's essentially what he did. He held Bucky in place, as firmly and as gently as he could simultaneously. He took his cock in his right hand, and guided it until it was pressing against Bucky's entrance. He held it there for moments, hesitating.

"Just do it," Bucky said eventually, avoiding his gaze.

Steve wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't. He had to be able to read Bucky's reactions to this. He pushed past the resistance, forcing the head of his cock in. Physically, it felt amazing. A jolt of pleasure shot through his body. But it was immediately nipped in the bud by Bucky's pained whimper.

He pulled out again immediately, drawing another whimper from Bucky's mouth. He was aware of Rumlow's gun moving closer to the back of his skull again, but he didn't care. The sadistic bastard wasn't going to shoot him now. Not while there was more suffering to inflict.

"S...sorry," he said to Bucky.

"Steve...Steve," Bucky said weakly. He was staring up to some unknown point on the ceiling, trying to keep his composure, to muster courage. "You can't do it...can't do it like this. You need to do it for real. Look, I'm going to scream and I'm going to cry, I'm going to whimper and I'll plead, but you need to ignore that and keep going".

"Buck...Bucky, I can't do that, I can't hurt you like that." I can't rape you like that, he thought.

Bucky's eyes moved to meet his again, tears pooling there once more.

"It's going to hurt either...either way," he said with breaking voice. "I just want you to live, Stevie. Please. I don't want to see you die. I couldn't...couldn't bear that...and I don't want to be left here like this. Please."

With that, Steve thrust in the head of his cock again. If felt easier at least this time. Bucky didn't whimper, but Steve wasn't sure if that was because absence of pain, or because Bucky was keeping quiet for his benefit.

Just the tip. He'd heard those jokes before, and he thought they were horribly sexist and unfunny to begin with...but now, now he understood the vileness of it, now he felt dirty for ever even having flashed anyone who joked like that an awkward smile.

He tried to muster courage and asked God to forgive him...though he hoped that if there was indeed someone up there, he wasn't looking down on him in this lowest of moments.

He grabbed on to Bucky as well as he could, and thrust in. Bucky's mouth formed a soundless scream as he took the full length and girth of Steve inside him. It was tight, so very tight and good and Steve actually had to fight the urge to start fucking him proper right now.

"You're doing so good, Buck. So very good. I'm so proud of you."

And maybe it was his imagination, but he thought he could see a glint of a smile between the pain.

"I'm going to start thrusting now, okay?"

He knew he didn't need to say it, didn't need to ask, but he just wanted to. So very much.

"Okay," Bucky whispered.

Steve moved in him slowly, letting him adjust best as he could. But at this point, he realized, Bucky had been hurt so much that each touch might just be an assault to his system either way.

"How long, Rumlow?" he asked.

"Until you come," the reply sounded, "so really up to you."

Steve's mind started racing again. He was going to have to enjoy this. At least enough to get off on it. He'd have to...

Bucky must have seen his panic, because he said: "Hey, it's okay. It's like I said before. Think of someone you fancy. You can close your eyes if you want to. I don't mind. Really."

But that was just it, wasn't it? He didn't want to think about anyone else. He wanted to think of Bucky...of Bucky happy and safe and beautiful and under him but not like this. And he didn't want to close his eyes, because no matter how fucked up, this was still their first time and he wanted...God, how he wanted Bucky right now.

He started moving again, and Bucky seemed to take it well enough at first, but Steve could see the quiver in his bottom lip, and as Steve continued to thrust, tears started flowing down Bucky's cheek copiously.

Steve softened his rhytm, but Bucky shook his head.

"No. Keep going."

Steve started fucking him a little harder - he had to, if he was ever going to come - and with each new thrust a weak "ow" came from Bucky's lips, which he desperately tried to ignore.

Steve moved his hand from his crotch and wiped it on his thigh best as he could. He didn't need to to coax his cock in now anymore, anyway.

He moved the hand to Bucky's mouth.

"Hey, if it hurts, you bite down, okay? Like we did with wood when we didn't have anesthetic in the war? As much as you need."

Bucky nodded and already Steve could feel the warm wetness of Bucky's mouth, clamping down near the base of his thumb, teeth digging deeper than he imagined they would at this point.

There was the tight, warm wetness of Bucky's hole around his cock that brought him yet unknown heights physical pleasure - and there was the tight, warm wetness of Bucky's mouth on his hand, and the pain of the bite. Somehow those two mixed up in his head, the pain and the pleasure, and he wanted this, he wanted this so bad. His reasoning was overridden by horniness and overwhelming physical stimuli.

He started thrusting into Bucky properly now, no longer restraining himself. The faster he'd come, the faster this would be over, so he just let himself go. Steve felt Bucky's teeth sink deeper, and as he looked at his hand, he saw blood trickling down there. He didn't stop. That was what he offered his hand for after all. To take at least part of Bucky's pain.

He felt less resistance now when penetrating Bucky, and it felt somewhat slicker inside. He realized, to his horror, this might mean his hand wasn't the only thing that was bleeding. Rumlow's words rang in his head - your boy is as tight as a virgin on her wedding night, and he thought of the implications, and how much that bastard would probably laugh if he made Bucky bleed down there.

Those were thought's he couldn't think now, though. He couldn't think of hurting Bucky. He just needed to play his part, as Bucky did his.

"I'm sorry," he panted, I need to fuck you harder to...so I can..."

"I know," Bucky said as he let go of the hand, panting, "Do what you need to do with me."

After that, he felt Bucky's teeth dig into his flesh again, the other side of the hand this time.

Steve finally allowed himself to close his eyes now, because he needed not to see the pain, if he was going to end this. He grabbed on to Bucky tighter now, letting to of the final vestiges of self control. He fucked Bucky hard, almost brutally, chasing his own orgasm. Bucky let out proper screams now, but they were muffled by his hand. He could feel Bucky's arm stump poking against his bicep, as if in a desperate attempt to tap out, but they both knew that wasn't going to happen.

He was getting closer, he could feel it. He needed to carry this through, or his misery would start all over again. His cock went in deep, splitting Bucky open, over and over again. The teeth let go off his hand, and he could hear Bucky's voice pleading.

"Stop, please, Stevie stop I can't anymore, I said i could but..."

Steve kept his eyes shut, and placed his hand over Bucky's mouth.

"Shh, just a little more. You can do it. Almost there, Buck."

Bucky was squirming under him, but Steve pinned him down. He needed to now. He'd beg for forgiveness later.

He focused on the pleasure and the pain, and fucked into Bucky a few final times.

Just a little more, he kept telling himself in his head.

And then he could hear Bucky screaming as he finally pumped his load inside his tight asshole.

Your special talent seems to be giving me two things that I love and thought were mutually exclusive and I AM SO GRATEFUL. Bring on all the sweetfucking/brutal rape.

Oh god. They're gonna get out of this and Steve is never going to date anyone ever again because he's too hung up on Bucky and he's never going to make a move on Bucky because he's so eaten up by guilt and UGGGGGGH THE ANNNNNGGGGGGGGST.

This is one of the best things I've ever read on here. THE BITING

Amazing. Just – I can't. Their interaction and Steve's characterization... wow. (Also hot, obviously.)

I'll take anything, really, but honestly, I can imagine Steve being unintentionally insensitive to Bucky's trauma. He is from generation that had little idea about psychology and psychiatry and trauma. And he always was hard and demanding on himself, even when his body was weak, his spirit was strong, so he doesn't know what it's like when your mind and spirit betrays you. But that's just one of the ideas. It has to be unintentional though.

I AM SO HAPPY that this is pushing the right buttons for people, I've never written a scene like this before.

THANK YOU! *Bows among the trash cans.

Thank you! I was actually worried about characterization, because the situation is so...ahem, atypical. I tried to make them as much as "themselves" as I could manage, so thank you again.

Nail, head, hit.

<3. You guys are lovely! I just like bringing joy in the form of terribly twisted porn.

That was so amazing and abstractly angsty and now I want to cry.
Fantastically done.
Headcanon of this fic states Steve knew about the leak and went camping to get away? Y/N?

Okay, I'm writing this fill where Bucky pretty much thinks having been HYDRA's party favor left him physically unable to satisfy Steve (ahem, loose asshole and all). So this is not where I'll be going, but I was thinking, what if Bucky developed a serious size kink post CATWS? Because he emotionally and physically goes off like a rock on dirty talk a la "God, you're so tight, it feels so good", "I'm never gonna fit in there," or even the trashy version "Gonna rip you apart, gonna ruin you for everybody else." (Only this time it's Steve, and he's gonna be Steve's, and yes please, he wants that.)

Bonus points if he insists on huge toys or skipping foreplay because it only feels real if it hurts.

ok but also what if as Bucky's recovering with Steve and friends, Bucky acts like a massive Axe-soaked douchebag because that was the only safe way for him to be, and everyone else is either like "really Steve this is your best friend he sucks" or gently trying to teach Bucky how to actually be a person and it's triggering for Bucky.

Agh, he could totally leverage this into a discourse about victim-blaming, too. "What, was my skirt too short?"

Hey OP, I'm in the midst of filling this. You got anything against Bucky reverting to his power bottom bathhouse days and force blowing one of them while the other one mocks the gayness of it all?

OP here and hot damn no I have zero problem with this. Sitting here fanning myself with how little I have against bathhouse power bottom Bucky.

Oh good because I have already written that part? It's in the middle of what I am jokingly calling the "story arc" though so just keep fanning!

OMG yes please.

Thanks!

And no, he didn't know--I think one of the most awful parts of a generally awful fic is that this is how he finds out. He was probably off on that trip to the Grand Canyon that he and Bucky always talked about taking someday. (Whether he was alone on this trip, and whether that had anything to do with going so thoroughly off the grid that not even his fellow Avengers could track him down, is a matter best left to speculation. *cough*)

a!a

IDK, the interesting thing about throwing Steve into this kind of situation is I'm not sure he would approach it from the angle of mainstream anti-sexual-assault activism. Obviously there would be overlap because the entire thing is a rape scandal, but I think he'd be pushing hard for it to be viewed first and foremost as a war crime: "what, I was strapped to a table, experimented on, beaten, electrocuted, and half-drowned, and you'll call me a hero for enduring it, but one guy unzips his fly and now you ask me why I didn't break free?"

I agree; the fact that he finds out during a punitive patdown in front what has to be hundreds (thousands?) of witnesses is one of the most horrifying little details--especially if, as implied, he didn't even know that he had been raped before that--and really makes the story for me.

Touch meant torture for so many years that Bucky has developed a psychosomatic pain response. Any touch, any at all -- kisses, hugs, friendly pats on the back -- hurt like someone just stuck an electrode on him.

+ would prefer this in the context of Bucky having regained a lot of his memories and personality, but still being so fucked up that he either doesn't recognize this is abnormal or doesn't want anyone else to know

+ complications in his sex life with whoever!! Can he still get off? Is sex an exercise in endurance that he puts up with because his partner deserves it? Or have they not had sex yet because Bucky is terrified to but pretends he just wants to take it slow?

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it physically hurts Bucky to be touched