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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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Prior to Bucky's return, the Avengers engaged in some super kinky but 100% consensual non-trash group sex. One of then was a 24/7 sub.

When Bucky (complete with HTP past) returns, the Avengers tone down their activities, keep it behind closed doors, etc. He starts regaining trust, dealing with the trauma he experienced. But then, Bucky finds out about the Avengers' kinky sex parties, and that messes up everything. Cue the horrible flashbacks, hurt, desperate and ineffectual attempts to avoid turning into a party favor and/or trying to "save" the sub.

+ Bucky comes across whomever is the sub tied so the limbs appear amputated.

I. Love. This.

So no fuckin' way Hydra got Bucky's programming and prosthesis right on the first try. Give me failed Hydra side projects being abused and hurt and generally treated like garbage in front of Winter to condition him into being grateful that he was a success.

+1 if Winter starts to believe in his own superiority to prior projects.
+10 if he's encouraged to join in on it.
+100000000 if there's a bit where one of the failed projects actually makes it to hydra's fall without a mind wipe and bucky is forced to confront all the terrible shit he did to them.

Either one (or switching) is fine by me!

I suppose out of everyone, Tony is the one who's got "accidental dickishness" written across his personality.

I'm not the OP but I am excited!

I love how the tone is shifting over time. It really shows how far he's come.

Turns out toxic masculinity is like, super fun to write. If anyone has thoughts on other things Rumlow might hand off to Rollins to teach the asset to do I would love to hear about them and maybe I will expand this section before it goes up on AO3. I just got too excited about the next section to wait on this one.

***

“It lacks armor.” The asset's voice is flat, emotionless, only a hint of a Russian accent. His fingers, though, are twitching, and that is never a good sign.

Jack rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that's kinda the point. Pierce wants you to look normal. Act normal. Like a person.”

The asset settles down at the sound of his old handler's name and slips his arms into the sleeves of the button-down. And stops. He just stands there, glaring. Anyone else would look harmless, foolish even, pouting in nothing but white crew socks, a half-on shirt, and the gray boxer briefs that Jack's research had deemed most normal. And Christ on a stick, if he never has to google the phrase “most popular men's underwear” again, it'll be too soon. He wants to stab whichever fucking noodle-armed nerd thought it would be a good to automatically return image results along with the normal ones. It was all so... bulgey.

“You have to finish getting dressed now.”

“No.”

“No?!”

“That is the technicians' purview.”

“Oh, for the love of—Brock! Put your fucking cancer stick out and get back in here. You're the one who got assigned to play god damn dress up with the asset, why the hell am I stuck doing it?”

Brock strolls in, calm as anything, a laugh still ticking up the corners of his mouth. “Because I'm the CO.”

“You are not.” Jack can feel his eyes roll, hear how petulant he sounds, but he cannot summon the shits-to-give to do anything about it. Pierce had told Rumlow to do this in the first place, so what the hell was he doing here? What was he, Brock's little bitch? No. No, he was not.

“Maybe so, but we can't very well have Rogers in here with Ice Ice Barbie, now can we? Soldier! Button that shirt!”

The asset blows out heavily, sending his bangs flying. “Maintenance of the asset, up to and including cleaning and-”

“You think I've never read the fucking manual?” Rumlow flicks the switch on his baton. “I said: Button. Your fucking. Shirt. Soldier.”

The asset buttons. Jack wants to punch something.

*

“You have to smile, soldier.”

The asset flashes his teeth.

“Don't think about killing anyone while you do it.”

The asset stretches his mouth out, very wide and very thin.

“Look friendly.”

The asset keeps the grimace, reaches out a hand and says, very stiffly, “Hello, my friend.”

Jack sighs and squeezes his temples. He is going to fucking murder Rumlow for handing off this bullshit assignment while he “just runs this report up to R&D.”

“Friends shake hands. I have seen them.”

“Not like that, they don't.” Jack used to have friends. He used to shake hands. Not any more. Now there is only murder. So much murder. All of the murder.

*

“Good job, Rollins. That smile is... charming, kinda. I mean, faggy as hell, but it was you teaching him so I can't say as I'm surprised.”

“Didn't want me to do it, shoulda done it yourself. Like you were-”

“Stop whining, you little bitch. Tryin' to compliment you here.”

“Not very well,” Jack huffs and moves closer to the one-way glass. It's been weeks, but the asset will finally get himself dressed without being micromanaged every step of the way—turns out the chair can implant procedural memory but not mannerisms, can teach him how to button a shirt but not how to look like a person while he does it. The asset steps up to the mirror, runs a hand though his hair. His smile really is charming. Despite everything, Jack's a little proud.

“Holy shit, is he primping? The Winter god damn Soldier, fixing his hair?”

Jack rolls his eyes. “Like you're one to talk, Princess. I know you need all kinds of help to get it up in the morning.”

oh god, oh no, oh god, oh no

PROTECT BUCKY. PROTECT HIM.

There have been lots of great fills that have the asset being shot up with something before they rape him, but I'm not sure I've ever seen this take on it: Bucky being given drugs that make him woozy, confused, even nauseous. Imagine how nightmarish a gangbang scenario would be if the asset couldn't even keep track of reality, or really process what was happening.

I'd love a rape scene where Bucky doesn't fight back, but instead of being obediently quiet or defiantly close-mouthed, he's all too vociferous in his protests. He begs them to stop, he screams and screams when they put it in him, he cries out no no no, he sobs. He never ever physically stops them -- but he doesn't stop his caterwauling until the rape is over, and even then he sniffles for ages.

Alright, so, Steve is horny, in love, and super super eager to get to fucking with Bucky. But, alas! Bucky's been traumatized into enough difficulty with sex that they're restricted to fairly chaste stuff -- either Bucky wants to take it reaaally slow, or he's not actually anticipating being able to have sex again ever. In any case, they do what they can do, and sometimes it turns out to be too much for Bucky, and sometimes he breaks down in Steve's arms about what Hydra did to him and how he hates himself for not being normal anymore.

I would like the awful tragedy of this contrasted by Steve's vivid masturbatory fantasies about all the sex he would like to be having with Bucky. Specifically, with a Bucky who's healthy, and enthusiastic, and certainly never flinches when Steve's hand lands on him the wrong way. It's harmless fantasy, but it makes Steve feel guilty and conflicted. Does this mean he doesn't accept his Bucky? Is he a bad person for whacking it to things Bucky can't do? And so on.

+++ if Bucky figures this out about Steve and does feel bad about it, even tries to push himself before he's ready

*bats eyes innocently* I would never hurt Bucky.

I mean, not in any way that a little chair time wouldn't take care of.

“Hello, sweetheart.” The asset stalks closer, the predatory slink of his step at odds with the friendly drawl of his words. The dissonance sets the hair on the back of Jack's neck prickling.

“Rumlow? Get your ass back in here, something is definitely not right.” Jack backs slowly away from the asset, not breaking eye contact. He's volatile, not quite the ghost of Hydra but far from the quote-unquote normal human Pierce had ordered for the next mission. “Brock!”

“I'm right here, don't get your panties in a—now that's just fucked.”

“Ya think? Help me out here.” The asset had followed when Jack backed up; he now has the agent pinned against wall, twining around him almost like... lovers. Jack shivers in distaste.

“I dunno, buddy, looks like he wants to help you out with that.”

“I'm not a fucking homo.”

“Don't need to be a homo to get your dick sucked, huh?”

“Is that what you want?” the asset breathes into Jack's ear, one hand curving around his neck and the other sliding across his hip. “I can do that, I can make it so good for you, doll.”

“I swear to god, motherfucker, if I ever find out that you put him up to this—stop laughing, you asshole! It's not funny.”

“It really, really is though. C'mon, just let him. Look how eager he is.”

It's true. Unfortunately. The asset's face plays at shy innocence but the look in his eyes can only be described as hungry.

“Soldier! Stand down!”

The asset laughs, low and dirty. Jack imagines that to anyone else, it would sound seductive. “Me? I'm no soldier, I just haul crates. I can pretend if you want though... sir.” The asset is purring now, stroking across Jack's shoulders like he's never seen arms before, rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.

“Did you teach him to do this?”

Rumlow's laughter cuts off abruptly. “The fuck you trying to say? You think I taught him this gay shit? You think I'm some kinda faggot? A goddamn fairy? Is that what you're telling me?”

Jack isn't scared often, but when he is, it's usually because he unintentionally crossed someone who outranks him. Order is comforting; he doesn't like to buck it. “N-no, I just thought-”

“What's got your friend so worked up, huh? Maybe he thinks you're hogging all the fun. It's okay. I can take care of you both, I got plenty-a steam in me. I could do this all day.”

Jack can't help the shudder of revulsion that runs though him when the asset drops to his knees with deadly grace. “So, uh, this is maybe a weird time to tell you, but I don't really, you know, do this...”

The asset stops working Jack's fly and flicks his eyes up, smirking. “That's fine by me. You can pretend I'm a dame, call me someone else's name, turn the lights off, I don't mind. Long as I get that big dick in me, I don't care what you do.”

“No. I mean, sex. At all. I don't do... that.”

If anything, the asset's smirks widens. “Aw, this your first time, baby? You're in for a real treat. Not to brag or nothin', but I'm good at what I do. Real good. I'll make it extra special on account of it bein' such a special occasion. I can make you feel good, I promise.”

“No, I—it's not about that, I just-”

“Wow, you really are a homo.”

Jack yanks his gaze away from where his flaccid penis is disappearing into the asset's mouth to side-eye Rumlow. “Excuse me? Are you not hearing me turn down a blowjob from a dude? In what world does 'doesn't have sex' translate to 'fucks other dudes'?”

“Uh... in the world where not liking pussy makes you a god damn fairy. Duh.”

“It's not... I just don't like people. Not like that.”

Rumlow snorts but if he says anything else, Jack can't hear it over his own choked-off moan as he gets hard so fast he can feel the blood rushing south. He wasn't lying, he doesn't do this, hasn't even tried for years. The physical sensations are fine, but the closeness, the intimacy, they just make him uncomfortable. On the rare occasion he needs to get off, his hand has always been adequate.

Adequate, sure, but not like this. He's never felt anything like this. The dizziness fades as the pleasure ramps up and if he shuts his eyes and focuses on just the sensation—Christ, the sensation—he can pretend that there are no people involved at all, no touching, no Rumlow, no asset, no creepy holding cell with buzzing fluorescent lights, just the darkness behind his eyelids and the hot suction pulling his dick in deep, again and again. There's something firm and wet undulating against the underside, flicking against his slit, circling the head that has to be the asset's tongue—but no, don't think about that, don't think about anything, just feel. Just feel it, how good it is, setting his nerves on fire, making him harder than he's ever been.

He loses track of time, but he has a feeling it's not very long—and that Rumlow will be mocking him for that fact very, very soon—before the asset's flesh hand closes over his balls, one finger sneaking back to tease at his rim, and he shoots off, head knocking hard against the wall as he shakes his way through what is without a doubt the most intense orgasm of his life.

His eyes flicker open just in time to see the asset pull off with a loud slurp, lick his lips ostentatiously, swallow, and dive back in with a wink to start licking Jack clean. Sensitive as he is, it feels so good it hurts. “Fuck, no, god, it's too much, you gotta stop, shit.”

The asset hums in a way that must be intended to soothe. “It's okay, doll, I got you. Just lemme take care of you, okay? I'll be gentle. Get you nice 'n clean. Just 'cause we ain't at a bathhouse doesn't mean it's suddenly not rude to put a fella away sticky.” And then he swallows around Jack's softening cock; Jack can't help it, he sobs at the overstimulation as his legs give out under him.

:(

That description of his charming smile coming out, his preening in the mirror. I just love Bucky, alright. And the amazing way you get Rollins' and Rumlow's violent homophobia across is so effective that I am terrified for my baby. And also looking forward to more because I am a very bad person.

Eeeeeeee! So glad you liked that! There is something just extra awful about them conditioning him to act like his pre-war self... and punishing him for it.

And uh, spoiler, it's really just Rumlow Bucky has to watch out for. Cough punitive rape cough cough.

THANK YOU. I knew I wasn't the only one thinking of fucking Murphy.

Maybe he's all patting the soldier on the shoulder before he goes like "You're going to help the whole animal kingdom, Winter. I'm so proud of you!"
Better yet, he's like a coach for the Asset during the event, like "You're doing great! Just think of all the rabbits you're sparing from this!"
And the soldier is SO confused because he's like 'Rabbits? Where?' and the scientists doing the testing are like "Who the fuck is this obnoxious kid?"

I'm actually writing something VERY similar to this, based on an earlier prompt where Steeb and the Howlies (great potential band name by the way) find poor Bucky. The only difference from your prompt is that in my fic he has already been chair'd and doesn't remember his name. It's still pretty early in his transformation, like he only has one arm and the metal arm isn't there yet. But he knows himself by a number, he's very meek, and he isn't quite Hydra's weapon yet.
I haven't posted it anywhere yet but I can give ya a peek on here. I'm magnumopustron on AO3 if you want to investigate my other trash fills, roll around a bit.

magnumopustron here again. Here's the link to the similar fill I was writing it for: http://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1504.htmlthre?ad=2707936#cmt2707936

Huzzah! OP here and I'm glad to hear this :)

(OP) I AM SO EXCITED!! I will read it asap! (The link doesn't work though, but Imma look you up on ao3!)

Bucky being raped is actually really rare. Some people do it, abuse their power or whatevs but the last time he was raped was decades ago and naturally he doesn't remember it. It's actually a punishable offense because it screws with his programming.

Rumlow walks in on someone raping the soldier. The soldier is actively participating because orders. Seeing his beloved Soldier raped makes Rumlow both furiously jealous and depressed.
Rumlow just explodes: "He's the Fist of Hydra, what the fuck is wrong with you??"

Rumlow chases off the rapist then cleans Bucky up. Puzzled Asset who doesn't understand why Agent Rumlow is so upset! Maybe he didn't follow orders correctly? Bucky tries to do The Thing correctly for Agent Rumlow. He'll show his handler that he's a versatile weapon!

+++ Bossy Bottom Rumlow who has a BIT of a crush on the Asset. But he's only a bossy bottom BEHIND closed doors. The rest of the time he is Axe spraying insecurely masculine peacock.

To clarify, he's Rumlow's "beloved" Soldier because when I saw Rumlow in the movie, like during the wipe scene, I had this idea that he's like "aw yeah!" because he thinks Bucky is some kind of badass for taking so much pain. Like the Soldier is what Rumlow wants to be when he 'grows up.' (Lol like that's ever gonna happen) So seeing the Soldier being raped is like the worst insult to Hydra that Rumlow can imagine.

Gahhh I love this.

Best fic ever if Thor is somehow the sub and he's all cheerful and booming voice like "WELCOME, SHIELD BROTHER. COME AND PARTAKE OF MY BODY."
And Bucky all 'Oh my god, how could they do this to Pop Tart man?'

Or Clint. I don't know why but I love sub Clint.

After he escapes, Bucky's fear is that the abuse will recur again and again. From his perspective, why shouldn't it? Of course, everyone keeps assuring him that he's safe now, and he doesn't have to worry about being hurt anymore.

But trash meme, he does have to worry. Because I would like to see something where Bucky is raped again, not just once, and not just by the same person, but over and over and over. You know, he's captured on a mission and instead of dragging him to the chair they take turns on him. Later, after he quits missions, he's walking to the bakery when a dart hits him, and he only has blurry memories of the next two days but he finally comes to naked and hurting on a hotel bed, alone. And when it's gotten to the point he won't leave the apartment, they break in. He can hear Steve shouting from the other room, but all they do is subdue him; they only rape Bucky.

Basically I want Hydra or other forces using rape as a tool of psychological terrorism against Bucky, one that persists long, long after his captivity has technically ended. They might not have the resources to recapture and retrain him, but this they can do.

MagOpus here again. Try this link. http://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1504.html?thread=2707936#cmt2707936
The other one got messed up for some reason

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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

Mistaking kinkiness for trash

Re: Twixt the Devil and the Deep Blue sea - part 5/6

Other failed Hydra projects?

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FILL: To Be a Person 1/3

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drugged

a noisy victim

Steve's vivid fantasy life + Bucky's problems with sex

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FILL: To Be a Person 2/3

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Re: Animal Testing

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Re: Steve survives

Rumlow guilt boner?

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it really does happen over and over

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