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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.

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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Post-TWS, Bucky leaves Steve on the riverbank and disappears. And doesn't turn up on Steve's doorstep to sleep on his couch. Instead, he slips into the shadows to regroup and piece together his fractured memories, timeskipped slices of familiarity with the modern world, and deep-but-narrow insider knowledge of Hydra. Post-WS Bucky as a hardened, bitter assassin with a lethal skillset and a growing understanding of how badly he's been fucked over. To maintain his skills and contacts--and finances--he starts selectively freelancing as a hitman or bodyguard, often for shady underworld figures with Hydra connections he can glean intel from.

The upshot of which is that his only contact with Steve is when their paths cross on a mission, usually on opposite sides.

Okay, that's a lot of backstory for what I really want, which is this: Steve and Winter Soldier!Bucky nominally on opposite sides, beating the everliving crap out of each other on the job (and sometimes aiding and abetting each other on the sly), and cornering each other in their spare moments for emotionally-charged confrontations that lead to aggressive sex. Metal arm choking, kissing each other bloody, fighting-to-fucking, wrestling over who's on top, slamming each other up against rusted-out shipping containers or the walls of disused maintenance tunnels, trysts with a strict time limit based on when the explosives are set to go off, Bucky cornering Steve to go "who the hell was I to you?", Steve cornering Bucky to go "why are you working for these scumbags and why do you keep running away from me?", occasional furtive cooperation leading to classics like "okay, I'll let you go, but this has to look realistic--hit me in the face as hard as you can."

Basically, lots of violence kink. Super-soldiers fucking while bruised, battered, burned, and bleeding, and leaving each other in even worse shape by the time they're done. Penetrative violence (knives, bullet wounds) is a plus.

Dubcon where one of them is struggling to get free or gain the upper hand is A-OK, as long as it's a fairly equal fight dynamic and both of them are into it. Trash past for either or both of them is also OK if they're relatively stoic/matter-of-fact about it. No recovery angst. No pathos over Bucky being the saddest of woobies. If you like that stuff, cool, plenty of room in the landfill, but it's the literal opposite of what I want out of this premise.

This prompt is everything.

I would also kill for:

Bucky super angry at Steve for letting him fall from the train/not coming back for his body/not staying safe in Brooklyn/being big now. The less context he has for his violent, all-consuming rage, the better.

- Steve super angry at Bucky for falling from the train/not going home after he escaped Zola the first time/still working with the shreds of Hydra/not coming home/refusing to let Steve feed him. The less he lets himself acknowledge his violent, all-consuming anger towards Bucky (and the more it pops up in weird, inappropriate places) the better.

OP

And I... do not want those things. Sorry. Maybe try to work it into a new prompt?

Like, I can see anger, including maybe anger over Bucky's freelancing choices. But I'm into hypercompetent danger junkies interacting through violence. DNW them getting mad at each other for not maintaining a mutual bubble of safety and comfort.

That's totally fair. Original prompt is still fucking gold.

This is amazing.

I want this. *makes grabby hands*

Do you have a preference for the progression/ending? Would you like them to gradually work thing out (in fucked up ways) or not at all? Does it go to a place that is somewhat hopeful, or does it just escalate into awfulness?

I'm cool with either direction! But I suppose my preference would be a gradual buildup of cautious trust and teamwork, in fucked-up and backhanded ways.

You've probably read this already because it's really popular and old enough to not be CA:TWS compliant, but your prompt reminded me of it 'cause it's kind of got that basic tone of "Cap and WS running into each other working and having sexually charged violent encounters", so maybe it'll tide you over a little until you get a fill, which I hope you do, because that is an A+ prompt.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/545058

Ooooh, no, I actually had never seen that one before! Definitely saving it in a tab for my lunch breaks. :D

DA

I love this prompt! A mountain of week-old used tea leaves and eggshells for a fill.

I also wanna throw in a link to this fic (another popular, older fic, not TWS-compliant), which you may have already read but hits some of the same kinks I'm feeling(/LOVING!) in this prompt:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2617406

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"Too bad," Bucky said as he pushed Steve up against the wall of the supply closet. "I should bend you over and fuck you right here." He shoved a knee between Steve's thighs and ground up against him, the armour plates in his combat suit hard and unyielding.

"I," Steve gulped. "Actually, you could, ah, fuck."

Bucky paused but didn't release his iron grip on Steve's hips. Even in the semi-dark Steve knew he was blushing bright red, and behind the black grease-paint Bucky's eyes narrowed. "Rogers," he started, warningly. "Rogers, what did you do."

Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times, embarrassment warring with the urge to spill the beans and get it over with. "Nothing, I--"

Impatient, Bucky jolted him back up against the brick. The impact angle was, like everything else Bucky did, horribly, exquisitely accurate and Steve gasped and jerked involuntarily in his grasp.

Incredulity flared in Bucky's eyes. "Are you insane?" he hissed. "This is a combat situation, I cannot believe you -- you would -- Christ --"

"Like you haven't crossed the lines of professionalism already, give me a break," Steve snapped. "When did an assassin get so god-damned self-righteous about who's stealing what illegal weapons first--"

"Shut up Rogers, just shut up, I can't believe you," but Bucky hadn't let him go, was in fact frantically feeling around for the catches to Steve's uniform. A distant part of Steve's brain hoped Bucky would manage to actually undo them properly this time rather than just tear them apart, because it was a tricky sort of field repair and there was no way he was asking his support team for spare trouser fasteners. He could see his 2IC's preternaturally expressive eyebrows questioning him right now.

Just as Steve felt the loops give way, Bucky flipped him around, yanked his uniform pants and shorts down, and pushed him face-first into the wall. The metal arm across the back of his neck pressed him unforgivingly into the brickwork.

"Oh my God, Rogers, fuck you, oh my God," Bucky was swearing as his other hand dropped down to press on the solid metal plug settled in Steve's ass. "Are you serious?" Bucky was dressed for combat, and the rough canvas of his trousers was scraping up against Steve's bare ass and thighs. Steve couldn't help pushing back against him, the plug rocking inside him, and feeling that ever-present ripple of excitement as Bucky forced him back against the wall, strength matching strength.

Steve was rapidly feeling like he might lose it if someone didn't start touching his dick soon. "What, Barnes, worried you don't measure up? Thought you had more steel in you than that."

Bucky let out a snort. "Pretty sure you're the one full of metal right now," and finally, finally his hand was on Steve's cock, tight and perfect, stroking him a few times and then dropping lower to cup his balls, squeezing just shy of painful. Steve shuddered and spread his legs wider in mute invitation.

"Fuck it," Bucky muttered, and the heavy weight pressing Steve into the wall disappeared. Steve almost turned to look over his shoulder, suddenly worried, but after a quick rustle of fabric he was back, hands squeezing roughly into the meat of Steve's ass, spreading Steve's cheeks apart to stare. His cock was blood-hot and heavy as he rubbed up against Steve's stuffed hole, breathing hard in his ear. "You want this? You sure?"

Steve felt dizzy as he nodded. Yes, God yes he wanted it.

He only had a moment to miss Bucky's warmth as he worked a hand around the base of the plug and pulled it out, none too gently. Steve had a moment to feel surprised at the ghost of cold air inside his ass, gaping open and twitching against the loss of the plug, before Bucky spat into his hand, lined up his cock, and pressed in.

As always, the initial penetration felt like too much, too fast, made Steve want to crawl out of his own skin at the overwhelming stretch and burn of it. Bucky had his metal arm thrown over Steve's shoulder and across his chest to pin him in place, and his right hand gripped Steve's hipbone so hard he knew there'd be bruises. Maybe they would actually last this time. Steve couldn't help the tiny "Ah, ah, ah," noises that escaped him as Bucky fucked his way deeper, working his ass open so much wider than the plug had prepared him for. The brick wall was rough and cold on his dick, and Steve started to struggle, not fully in control of his own responses.

"Wait, just wait," Bucky gritted out behind him. "Fuck, stop moving Rogers, I swear to Christ, just--" and Steve felt Bucky's dick jerk alarmingly as he stopped breathing and simply pressed Steve into the wall, tense all over.

"Oh my God, if you come now--" Steve started, appalled, "I'll -- I'll shoot you, you asshole, see if I don't. You fuckin' selfish bastard," and Bucky was laughing behind him, sounding slightly hysterical.

"No, shut up, shut up, I'm fine, just stay still--"

"Fuck you Barnes, get it together, Jesus!" Steve bitched, but in another few seconds Bucky had managed to get a hold of himself enough to try a few experimental thrusts. Steve was glad he'd been generous with the lube; he wasn't sure if he'd forgotten Bucky was this thick or if he'd reverted back to virginity from having gone so long without a proper fucking, as Clint claimed happened to him at one point in the nineties.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Yeah," Bucky grunted into Steve's neck as he settled into a rhythm, his breathing harsh in Steve's ear. A minor adjustment and his cock was hitting Steve's prostate at every thrust, goddamn his aim. Steve groaned as his own cock twitched feebly and leaked against the bricks. "Don't rub off against that, you're gonna make your dick bleed, fuck, come on," Bucky said, and hauled his hips back a couple of steps before bending him over and forcing his chest to the wall again, leaving his back arched and ass sticking out like a girl on the cover of a porn video. Big-Titted Blonde Takes It From Hung Military Stud--

Bucky's hand worked its way under Steve's shirt to pinch and worry at his nipples. Steve buried his face in his arms, elbows helping hold himself up against the wall. "You like this, Rogers?" He panted. "Is this what you want? Out here where anybody could get the jump on us?" Not that they would, Steve knew, Bucky had probably marked every guard in this facility and memorized their patrol patterns five times over before even considering any closer reconnaissance. "You want Stark and them to see you bent over like a slut, taking it from the big bad wolf?" Steve closed his eyes and imagined his support team finding them, the shock on their faces, Captain America being despoiled by the nameless, faceless ghost assassin. The hot burn of shame in his gut tangled up with the spikes of pleasure from Bucky's cock in his ass and he bit back a moan, pushing back to meet Bucky's thrusts and dropping a hand to his own dick. Steve's cock was red and dripping and he needed it so, so badly.

He'd barely gotten a hand on himself when Bucky sped up, reckless now, twisting a nipple cruelly between his metal fingers and using the other hand to squeeze the back of Steve's neck. "Fuck you, Rogers, I can't believe you, what is wrong with you," Bucky said hoarsely, and Steve was jerking himself furiously now, his hand slippery with pre-come. "If I pulled a knife on you now you'd probably come, wouldn't you--" and that was it. Semen spilled through Steve's fingers and splashed onto the cement floor as he milked it out of himself, Bucky's cock huge and thick and pressing relentlessly on his prostate. Steve choked out a gasp as Bucky's hand joined him in working over his balls, making sure he emptied himself completely, squeezing and rolling his tender sacs until they ached. He felt Bucky's sweaty forehead rest against the nape of his neck for a second before Bucky fell silent and then spilled himself inside Steve, the hot rush of come mixing with lube and leaking out a little to trickle down Steve's thighs. For a moment they just panted together, no other sounds breaking the silence.

After a minute, Steve heard Bucky fumbling around for something, he didn't -- oh. Oh, God.

"You wanna fuck with me?" Bucky muttered, biting at Steve's neck, "Then I'll fuck with you. You worked so hard to get this, you can take it home with you," and he worked the plug back into Steve's ass right after his own cock slipped out, twisting and pushing at it to make sure it was seated firmly, then smacking Steve's ass in finality. He staggered back a few steps and sat down hard on a box, pants still undone, looking slightly winded for the first time that Steve had ever seen.

Steve cursed his pale Irish skin as his blushed down to his navel, a hot squirmy feeling in his guts as he realized he was gonna be a mess for the rest of the mission, either letting Bucky's come leak out of him to soak his uniform trousers, or plugged and filled with Bucky's spunk. His cock twitched with interest at the thought.

"No. No, Rogers, no." Bucky rubbed a tired hand over his face. "For fuck's sake." He was crashing now, the post-orgasmic glow hitting him like a crystal chandelier to the head. Steve had thirty, maybe forty seconds of docile Winter Soldier, and he planned to take full advantage of it. He re-dressed rapidly and shot out the door, ignoring the weak "Hey," that followed him.

With Bucky out of his way, it didn't take long to neutralize the remaining guards, locate one of several access terminals for the data archive vault, and insert Tony's USB stick into the terminal interface. A handy timer window popped up on the desktop, ticking down thirty seconds remaining for the file transfer to be complete. With any luck, the little virus would ferret itself into the main operating system and start making hidden copies of any new files added to the archive, quietly uploading them to various secure locations on the internet. It wasn't as good as downloading the entire archive, but it was better than nothing, and it would let S.H.I.E.L.D. track the flow of inventory from this dealer's warehouse to their network overseas. With any luck, in a few months they'd have enough intel to crack the entire ring.

With a cheerful 'ping!' the timer hit zero and a pink cartoon pony popped up on the desktop in a burst of rainbow confetti. Tony was strange. Steve shoved the USB stick back in his pocket and dashed out the door, only to run headlong into a figure weighted down with a stack of olive-green Pelican cases and a couple of ominously long matte black cylinders looped over his shoulder.

Bucky neatly side-stepped a full-on collision and looked at Steve's empty hands in suspicion.

"Thought you were on a weapons raid," he said. His sex-tangled hair took some of the bite out of his sullen tone.

"I am! I mean, it's complicated."

Bucky frowned. "How complicated can rocket launchers really be?" Steve opened his mouth to explain and Bucky cut him off. "No. No, you know what, I don't care. Go away. Don't follow me. Don't -- fuck." The sudden blaring alarms were deafening, red and yellow hazard lights sweeping circles around them. "Thought that override code would last longer." He pulled a grenade out of one of his many pockets and fingered the pin, looking towards the doorway Steve had run though.

Steve panicked a little. "Not the only thing that didn't last as long as I'd hoped."

"Oh, fuck you, Rogers, you go to hell--"

But whatever else he was going to say was cut off by the sound of incoming boots. "Don't blow up their database!" Steve hissed, and Bucky's brow furrowed in disbelief. Then he shrugged and took off with his pile of stolen gear, clipping the grenade onto his belt. Steve watched him slip into a service hallway and disappear into the shadows, until he was startled back to himself by a distant explosion and then the sprinkler system turning on. Now he was uncomfortably sticky and wet. Dammit.

Steve focused on making a rapid exit from the facility while staying off the security cameras, only slightly hindered by his choice of tactical accessories for the night. He met Ramirez on the other side of the fence, had a quick discussion about ongoing surveillance priorities so that he could point out the additional ingress/egress location he'd found -- not mentioning that that particular unmarked ventilation shaft was how Bucky had got the literal drop on him -- and then collapsed, somewhat more gingerly than normal, in the back of one of the endless parade of black S.H.I.E.L.D. SUVs. He was no prima donna, but he was fine with letting someone else drive him back to base if it meant he could towel off before he gave his report to Hill.

He hoped there would be coffee.

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This is hot and awful and hilarious and has restored my faith in the trash meme. Pitch-perfect from start to finish, anon!

STEVE IS THE WORST

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

:D !

Hot and hilarious!

Glad you liked it! (Sorry I was so slow to respond!)

OMFG THIS IS OMFGGGGGGG

:thumbs-up emoji:

Sweet ever-loving cock-sucking fuck. How could I not love Steve with an assful of Winter spunk?
I do genuinely hope he's gonna keep it in through the debriefing then jerk off to the feeling once he's alone.

Oh 1000% he will, and then he'll feel guilty about it for at least 5 minutes until he recovers and needs to jerk off AGAIN ...

"only slightly hindered by his choice of tactical accessories for the night." Steeeeeeeve! I'm dying. This is beautiful

Steve knows what his priorities are, and he's all about sacrifice!

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