hydratrashmeme | Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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.

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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in the early days w/HYDRA, they didn't wipe him nearly as often b/c they wanted a more independent operative and the machines weren't as precise. so when there are trashy-times, the WS sees exactly which agents hurt him, and he keeps the memory. and from that moment on, he patiently waits for the perfect opportunity to get payback on each and every one.

+ he's so good at what he does, it doesn't even occur to HYDRA at first that they might not be accidents

++ when he does get caught, they decide the best way to keep it from happening again is to stage a big gang-bang and blindfold him this time so he can't ever know who it was.

+++ it becomes a tradition.

Yaaaaasssssss

Yes, yes, yes, I love this. All the pet play, please! And don't worry, this is not the first prompt to include Bucky getting raped by a dog (I believe that was a fill of Bucky getting raped by a HYDRA German Shepherd during his first imprisonment way back when).

Ah, the trash party origin story. I love it.

These are all excellent considerations, anon, and the variety of ways HTP and aftermath fic are deeply intertwined is the reason there is no definitive, categorical line in the sand. It would be impossible to draw one at all without being grossly unfair. Instead, I'm asking you guys to exercise your judgement and be more judicious with the recovery prompts--to pay attention to what they're actually focused on, to various anons' points about what makes aftermath trash on-topic, to the wider climate of the meme and whether you're prompt-spamming or helping drown out all the other subgenres that give HTP its vibrancy.

This is a tricky thing to mod, because kosher/unkosher distinctions are really not what it's about; handing them down by fiat would be the suckiest, most ham-handed way to address collective topic drift. Hence trying to do it with a heads-up and a nudge in the general direction of on-topic. If most active trashmemers try to be mindful about not helping dubiously-relevant recovery prompts overrun the dumpster like meth-fueled mutant kudzu, the details of where any one person draws the line are beside the point.

AYRT

I really love the prompt hijacking/discussion threads where people are kind of making up their own story. But I can see A AIRT RT's frustration when there are a lot of nonnies who really enjoy a different type of fic, turning their prompt into that type of fic, and personally as a shy person I would find it hard to be like "stop talking about Bucky's recovery in my Steve rape thread!" And if people were careful about not hijacking then maybe people like me who want to read everything can flatmeme, and people who only want to read certain things could read the threads on that subject, and everything would work out that way...except, like I said, I love the discussions and so do you apparently so that's tough...I'm glad I'm not a mod, solving problems is hard!

BESTIALITY BETTER BE ALLOWED! BECAUSE THIS IS A REALLY GOOD IDEA

^ What they said.

*chinhands* So here for it.

AYRT

It's not really about the hijacking, though. Having a prompt derailed with an unwanted plot suggestion is an annoyance. Having a prompt outright invalidated with a suggestion that the really interesting thing about Steve trash is whether his rape trauma might hurt the feelings of a character who wasn't even mentioned in the prompt? That's a symptom. A nasty one.

I'm generally a fan of the trashmeme's comment culture and the back-and-forth elaboration on prompts. But the trashmeme's growing culture of "everyone else is an accessory for Bucky's pain, and the validity of their experiences is derived from how they might ~affect his recovery~" is alienating as fuck. Mod intervention is not the only thing capable of chilling effects on the meme's variety and creativity.

The blindfold... Holy god, this is the world's best plot twist.

Hey, thanks for replying. I understand your concerns, and I get what you're trying to do here. However, I think maybe you don't get how anxiety-inducing this kind of vague, ominous warning from on high is. Right now I don't feel comfortable posting anything aftermath-related at all (and I don't think I'm alone, judging from a few other comments I've seen on prompt threads) and, to be honest, rhetoric like "you can't post the prompts you like without killing other, more worthy prompts" also makes me feel very unwelcome in a meme I've been participating in since the beginning. Various anons have been hashing out what makes a recovery prompt on topic, but could you please clarify that for us, in your own words, so I feel like I can post prompts here again?

Yeah, it is a symptom. Of rudeness, and also of people liking something you don't like. I get it! I never liked childlike or robotic Bucky, and for a while that was all there was to read, and sometimes people still comment on my prompts like "Oh! Imagine robotic Bucky's reaction to so-and-so!" At which point I gently shoo them away, rather than trying to burn down their sandbox. I have all the sympathy for your irritation with people not respecting the spirit of your prompt, but I disagree that sweeping systemic cultural changes would solve your problem without unfairly sweeping out a lot of partygoers with it.

god yes very here for this. Man, the more Bucky gets raped, the more blood and cum scent marks he'd leave behind... UNF

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help I am so here for all of this.

Would Peggy every say anything to Steve after Bucky's death? Maybe that's what she meant about valuing Bucky's choices... ;___;

Backstory: once, as the Winter Soldier or after being 'sputnik'ed, Bucky raped Steve under Hydra orders. He was mindwiped right afterwards, so he doesn't remember doing it even after most of his other memories have come back. Steve does eventually tell him it happened, and makes it clear he forgives him, but their relationship is still overshadowed by the ghost of this thing Bucky doesn't even remember. By mutual agreement they avoid pursuing their long-standing romantic/sexual attraction to each other--they both want to, but there's just waaaaay too much baggage to take a chance on it.

And THEN Steve gets sex-pollened on a mission and Bucky is the only one there to help him through it. In the middle of the frantic, drug-addled sex, Steve starts talking in detail for the first time about what Bucky was made to do to him. And it's desperate, filthy, agonizing dirty talk. Bucky's got just enough of a contact high to be aroused as well as horrified, which only makes it worse. Especially when Steve starts begging him to re-enact it.

+ The actual words "sometimes I want you to rape me again"
++ Steve was a virgin, and the Winter Soldier fucked him bloody, which ends up being sort of an erotic fixation
+++ Being desperately horny and getting off on the traumatic memories doesn't turn off Steve's sense of horror or shame, just multiplies them because the entire situation is so unbelievably fucked-up
++++ Everything gets worse when Bucky starts getting memories back. Not complete ones, little flashes that let him unexpectedly fill in details of what Steve's telling him without ever getting a handle on the whole thing.

Dean was just shaking off his piss when he noticed that the tall man standing the next urinal over didn't have the HYDRA rank insignia. The man was about 8 inches taller than him, with hair down to his shoulders and strapped with all sorts of weapons and stuff, looking super badass in black buckles. He mostly caught Dean's attention because most of the military HYDRA guys were not only ranked, but ranked WAY above him. But hey, he's working on some data algorithms and that's not too shabby.

Only auxiliary service personnel aren't ranked, and those are usually the custodians, the food service, etc. So at first Dean wasn't even sure he'd seen right. But ... no insignia in the usual places.

Dean checked his watch -- there's still 20 minutes left in his lunch break, and there *was* one way to check. So he coughed gently, waited for the guy to finish pissing and then gave the signal.

The guy's mouth twitched a bit, which didn't really surprise Dean -- the auxiliary personnel rarely like this part of their assignment, but, well, sucks to be them. And it's definitely a great perk to all the ranked HYDRA like Dean. But the guy obediently went to a corner of the bathroom, bent over, and pulled down his pants.

Dean took a moment to admire the finely toned ass with the standard issue butt-plug lodged neatly in the asshole. Man, the guy must go to the gym a lot, and it gave Dean a little thrill to know that he could fuck this amazing male specimen all he wanted. So thoughtful of HYDRA to make sure all the male and half the female auxiliary personnel came with these plugs to keep them loose and open.

He pulled out the butt plug, and a thin trail of cum leaked out. Hmm. Guess other folks have been here already. Ah well. At least that meant he doesn't have to lube up. Dean hates going in dry -- it's always so slow and it hurts his dick. Dean gave his own hardening cock a few jerks before shoving it in. FUCK. It was so tight, very different from his usual lunchtime fuck. He chuckled, wondering what that cute latina in the cafeteria is up to today. Maybe Spencer's taking a turn.

Dean started fucking the guy, but at first it was slow going -- he's not used to the tightness of the asshole, and the guy is taller, so Dean had to be on tiptoes to get the proper angle. So Dean was just working it, occasionally saying hi to the other guys who come in for a piss, especially if it's someone from his floor. At around 5 minutes to the end of lunch break, the guy suddenly started flexing the muscles inside his asshole, thrusting back against Dean and just milking his cock. It felt AMAZING, and Dean came in about 30 seconds. Before Dean had fully recovered, the guy had reinserted his butt plug, adjusted his pants, and stomped out of the bathroom. Huh, guess the guy had somewhere to be at one.

That was when Dean remembered that he was due for a meeting, too. He hastily tucked his softening penis back in his pants and ran out. Man, working for HYDRA was great.

THANK YOU!

Yeah this is totally out of hand.

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Max forced his cock all the way in. He grabbed Bucky's hair, holding his head in place. Bucky could feel his lips touching pubic hair and his jaw being stretched open. The large shaft had pushed past the point of being comfortable, but that was allright, it's what he needed.

Bucky's eyes were tearing up and he was struggling for air. He felt utterly humiliated and violated, but there was something else underneath there: a strange sense of comfort from being used like that.

There was a peace that came from being penetrated. It gave him clarity. It gave him purpose. There would be turmoil again once this was over - but not here, not now.

Max held him there for a minute...perhaps two. Bucky felt himself struggle for air, but he did not pull away. He felt his cheeks turn red and his knees grow wobbly, but he would not stop this man from using him.

Finally he was let go and he gasped for air, taking deep breaths to fight the dizziness.

"Oh my God, that's amazing, Fuckdoll. You weren't lying about that gag reflex, were you?"

"No, Sir," he replied, "I'm well-trained."

His mouth was entered again, and this time Max just face-fucked him roughly, with no regard to his personal comfort. The cock kept hitting the back of his throat, and even after a few thrusts he felt like passing out.

In his hazy state, images flashed before his mind's eye, and he allowed himself to be lost in them.

He was in somebody's office. The blinds were down so nobody could see in, but rays of afternoon light still shone through. Behind the desk, there was a handsome blond man. He reminded him of someone...someone he had long forgotten...but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

There was a pressure around his throat, and he realized he was on a literal leash. Holding the leash was Sergei, looking older now than that time on the tundra. It was strange to have both those images in his head simultaneously, and so vividly: the young version of the man, and the older one, with graying hair, sun-damaged skin and a scar over his cheek.

"Do you find this entirely necessary?" he asked with a thick Russian accent, as he looked at the leash with disgust.

"No...", the blond man said,"but I find symbolism...important. You are transferring ownership to me, after all, and I find it important my new Asset understands that.

Sergei shrugged. "Whatever you want. My bosses tell me he's yours now." He handed the leash over to the blond man, who smiled ominously. "And what a fine specimen I have acquired. I am told he's obedient in ever way?"

Sergei nodded. "See for yourself if you don't believe me."

"Oh I will."

The blond man released the leash and turned his gaze to the Soldier..

"Strip," he ordered.

The Soldier obeyed without hesitation, soon standing fully naked, except for the leash. The blond man took a step back and circled him, inspecting his naked form. He ran his hand over he scar tissue near the Soldier's prosthetic. It almost made the Soldier flinch...almost.

"Open your mouth", he ordered, and the Soldier did.

"Good teeth", he heard as fingers invaded his mouth.

The blond man continued to touch his arm muscles, then pinched his nipples, moved down to stroke his abdomen, only to end at the Soldier's cock, that involuntarily reacted to his touch.

"I'm told it's been a while since he's been used."

"Yes," said Alexei. "We keep him frozen between missions. No point in wasting potential when he's not needed."

The blond man moved behind the Soldier, where he couldn't see what he was doing.

"I meant the other sort of use."

The Soldier felt a stinging pain: a dry finger forcing itself inside his anus without warning or preparation. He let out an involuntary whimper, but stayed in position, letting the man use him as he wished.

"God, he's tight."

"My predecessor enjoyed using him like that. But it's been a few years now. I'm sure you will find him good as new."

The Soldier thought he could discern a mild disgust in Sergei's voice, but perhaps it was his imagination.

"I think I would rather like a test drive," the blond man said with a smirk.

"All yours," Sergei said, with mild annoyance.

The blond man cleared his desk and the Soldier could not help but notice that one of the things removed was the picture of a smiling woman and a little girl. When the desk was empty, the Soldier felt a tug on his leash.

"Lie down on your back," he was told, and he obeyed. The blond man positioned him so that his head was still sticking out over the edge, and muscle memory made him know what was coming. He wasn't even asked anymore. The blond man forced open his mouth by squeezing his jaw, and the Soldier let it fall open pliantly. Mere seconds later his mouth was invaded by an erect cock. In this position, his throat was stretched and his head tilted back slightly. The cock found no resistance from him and it slid all the way in, filling his throat under the leash.

The blond man placed a hand on the Soldier's throat, pressing down, feeling his own cock there. A groan of pleasure escaped his mouth.

"Your predecessor trained him well," he said to Sergei. "What was his name, Alexei?"

The Soldier heard no reply, and could only assume that Sergei had nodded.

The blond man turned his attention back to him. "Well, that should be easy for you to remember, pet. I'm Alexander. But you may call me Mr. Pierce. Whimper if you understand."

The Soldier whimpered. Pierce laughed.

"Good boy."

Pierce grabbed hold of his hair, and forced himself even deeper. The Soldier could feel his throat constricting. He couldn't breathe. His face was turning red for lack of oxygen. He was on the verge of passing out.

"So damn good," he could hear in what felt like a distance.

Just before the Soldier thought he'd lose consciousness, the cock withdrew and he gasped for air. But it was merely a brief reprieve, because Pierce re-entered him instantly, and started fucking his throat with long, deep strokes that made his vision black out each time Pierce hit home.

The Soldier hated the taste, hated the smell. The lack of air made him feel anxious and vulnerable. But he was proud, too, proud of being called good, proud for being obedient, proud of being the best soldier he could be. He was well-trained. He could take any pain or discomfort. He was pleasing his new handler, and after all that was all that mattered.If he proved useful he wouldn't be kept in storage, until years later, with holes in his memory. Pleasing his handlers was important. It kept him alive, and if some them wanted to use his holes, then so be it. It was no worse than taking a bullet. Hurt less, most of the time.

He tried to loosen his jaw as much as he could, allowing his new handler to use him as he wanted. He was glad that he didn't have to worry about his gag reflex anymore. It had been fucked out of him over many, many years. Alexei had told him it was for his own good, and he knew that was true now. Pierce's enthusiastic grunts told him he was doing a good job. His new handler was taking pleasure from him. This was a good sign.

He tried to focus on that, on the pleasure he was giving. If he focused on that and not on the pain and discomfort, he could take anything.

But then Pierce started pulling on his leash, constricting his air even more. The grip on his hair tightened, and the thrusts became more violent. His throat instinctively constricted again to fight the intrusion, but that only resulted in even harder thrusts and raw grunts of pleasure from Pierce.

"That's it, boy. Take it. Choke on it. Unnghh."

The times that his vision blacked out become longer and longer, until he could only hear the grunts, and in the end even the noise faded away into blackness.

ALL MY GARBAGE FOR THIS.

Do you just want Bucky fucking Steve in this, or also vice versa? And has Bucky been raped in this scenario before, or not?

Like I was figuring, if he hasn't been, he could offer up his ass for Steve (and of course that wouldn't be enough, and he'd have to fuck Steve eventually anyway, but oh the ucked-up chivalry!). And if Bucky's an (anal) virgin it could feed into that fixation, too.

If he has been raped, it makes it all the more complex, and well of course Steve would be all self-sacrificing! Nooo, fuck me!

Re: the bloody deflowering- is that part of what he wants re-enacted?

So say there's another agency wanting to get their hands on the winter Soldier. Maybe Leviathan, or vibranium smugglers, or whatever.

They kidnap him, but soon realize they can't really control him as an assassin. They don't have a mindwipe chair, so he becomes more and more "Bucky", and less and less a weapon.

Since he's not useful as a weapon, his captors decide the use him in other ways...by which I mean his ass and his mouth...to at least get something out of it. It's doubly painful because this is a WS that's on his way to becoming Bucky again (but can't quite put it all together).

Then, Hydra barges in and "saves the day" and frees him. He's so grateful that he basically offers to service his liberators "voluntarily" out of gratitude, so he ends up offering himself to Rumlow and/or Pierce, or really any random agent you want (but I sort of like a familiar face). They're terribly amused by it.

+Bonus if in the end he goes into the chair willingly, so his rape memories would be erased.

teehee. I'd like to imagine the HYDRA buttplugs to be quite well designed. Maybe Bucky kept his! XD

Fine German engineering!

Soooo, I'm late to the partay, but I'm here. :D

So I've been thinking, wouldn't it make sense for HYDRA to find a way for the WS to self-lubricate? Not in an ABO sort of way, but his ass getting pleasantly wet for whoever gets to fuck him.

+ forced feminization, as in making him wear a dress or make-up
++ slut shaming when he actually gets wet
+++ someone rimming him to really get him going
++++ lots of insincere praising and dirty talk

there seriously need to be more blindfold fics

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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

WS keeps memories and gets revenge

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Dirty talk about past noncon: WS/Steve remix

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Bucky is raped...just not by Hydra.

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