Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

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Okay, kids, you know the drill. Don't be a jerk except to fictional characters. Warn if you want, but read at your own risk, because hydratrashmeme is about as far from a safe space as you can get. Garbage we like: noncon, whump, aftermath, violence, mind control, inappropriate uses of Bucky Barnes' metal arm, bad guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves. Garbage you should find a different trashcan for: a/b/o, D/s-verse, soulbonds, mundane AUs, OOC evil!good guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves, rotting leftovers dressed up as a romantic gourmet meal. Nothing wrong with 'em, but this isn't the crowd you should be pitching to if you're trying to sell Brock Rumlow as anything but a human dumpster fire.

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Comments

The old classic

[(Anonymous)]

I'm looking for pretty much anything, set at any point, where The Asset (current code name: Bucky Barnes) expects the avengers to use it the way Hydra did. If Emotion was permitted, it would be confused and frightened.

Re: The old classic

[(Anonymous)]

I will never get tired of this flavor of trash, which is to say seconded!

Bucky loves Steve and the Winter Soldier wants to destroy him

[(Anonymous)]

So, for the sake of this prompt, let's say that Bucky as the Winter Soldier was still mostly Bucky personality wise, but brainwashed to obey and believe he was on the right side with Hydra.

Now he's been getting therapy, and spending a lot of time with Steve. Almost every trace of the brainwashing has vanished.

Except the Winter Soldier isn't dead. Turns out that the better Bucky feels, the farther he gets in recovering from Hydra and putting it in his past, the bigger the Winter Soldier grows under the surface. He is his own separate personality now. He is mean, he is cruel, and he is pissed. Because he never got to finish his last mission.

He decides to make his first appearance as his very own person with his own black heart right as Steve and Bucky decide to take their relationship to the next level. While they are having sex the Winter Soldier pushes Bucky aside and starts killing Steve, still thrusting into him, and telling him just how much he hates him for ruining everything and how much better things will be when he's dead.

Steve definitely doesn't have to actually die, he can be badly hurt but survive it if you want, just looking for the surprise murder attempt during sex.

Not sure if Bucky is aware of what's going on when the Winter Soldier is in control or not. You decide.

Re: Bucky loves Steve and the Winter Soldier wants to destroy him

[(Anonymous)]

I can rec you a fic:
"The Winter Army" by gaudior. It is on ao3 and one of the best fics I read in 15+ years of fic reading.

It features most things you are looking for. Bucky developed multiple personalties and the avengers are trying to crack the winter soldier programming.
It is more a ploty drama than porn, but the "murder while sex" atempt is there.

The Asset in a Fake Marriage

[(Anonymous)]

Simply that—fake marriage. Somewhere in those decades of brain washing, someone pretended to be married to him.

My preferences are for Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow, or Vasily Karpov. Ideally, this has happened with numerous people, and the fic is a compare and contrast between their various styles of being his “husband.”

Would be fantastic if you also found two other Hydra characters for him to be “married” to for a 5 + 1, with Steve being the +1—whether he and Steve do the fake marriage thing or whether they don’t, or whether they do or don’t do real marriage, but some how, some way, the previous fake marriages are really ruining his relationship with Steve.

Identity Porn in captivity

[(Anonymous)]

Hydra regularly sends the Winter Soldier to rape their captives, as it helps keep them in line.

He gets sent to rape someone with a sensory deprivation hood on, not something on uncommon, but later they send back in, this time with orders to act like a fellow captive and pump him for information. The hood is off during these sessions, the man, Steve, claims to recognize the winter soldier and the soldier uses it to his advantage.

Every night the soldier is sent on his rounds to rape whoever Hydra feels needs it, and Steve is always on the list. Since Steve wears the hood, he doesn't know that Bucky, who he spends days with, is the one raping him at night. Until one night where they send Bucky in to rape Steve without the hood.

Re: Identity Porn in captivity

[(Anonymous)]

HEllo, yes, I love this!!! Bucky being with it enough to know the way he looks severely affects the prisoner, but being too confused to really understand why (maybe even getting wiped every week or so when he starts asking too many questions). Steve thinking Hydra has got Bucky as a POW, and maybe starting to question reality, since all he knows are his surreal days with a Bucky who doesn't remember, and his terrible nights being tortured and receiving the invasive touch of someone he cant see. Only to finally understand that Bucky's been under their control this entire time : D : D

Speaking out just makes it worse

[(Anonymous)]

So, at some point before he fell (pre-war, during his first captivity, on a mission with the Commandos) Bucky was raped. Steve knew about it & did his best to help him through it, but that was about all the support system they could risk-- back then, male rape wasn't a thing that was ever acknowledged. It wouldn't even have really been an option for them to open up about this awful thing that happened to anyone else, even the Howlies.

So when Steve wakes up in the future and finds out about all these organizations supporting and advocating for rape and abuse victims, he thinks it's absolutely amazing. He starts getting involved, speaking publicly in support of victims, and talking about his strong, brave, wonderful friend Bucky who had to go through this all alone, and how great is it now that there's all these people who are willing to stand up against sexual violence? It's a little bit of a violation of Bucky's privacy, but he doesn't think Bucky would mind too much if it helps others in the same situation. And besides, he's dead and this can't hurt him anymore.

...Oh, wait.

Meanwhile, the WS actually isn't used like that, but now that the idea's there...

And all the lovely awful aftermath of accidentally causing Bucky to be abused again

Re: Speaking out just makes it worse

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god Steve would be c r u s h e d if his attempt to use his best friend's memory in a positive way to inspire other male rape victims to get the help they need and heal results in actually not-dead!Bucky being raped again.

And the poor WS wouldn't even have any idea what was going on. My heart.

Yes Please.

steve was expecting torture but not rape

[(Anonymous)]

One dynamic I love in noncon fic, and don't see as often as I'd like, is characters (especially male characters) not realizing what's about to happen to them even as it's happening. The sudden, devastating destruction of the notion that rape is something that only happens to other people, something they've never thought about in relation to themselves. The point-blank failure to understand what's going on because the thought is so incompatible with their normal worldview.

So, throw a virginal Steve Rogers into the mix. He gets captured by Hydra and he's fully expecting to be tortured or killed, isn't all that surprised that they want to humiliate him first. But even as his captors start descending into outright sexual abuse, he's thinking in terms of humiliation, expecting to be pissed on or kicked in the balls, having never even thought of his body as something that could be fucked. Even when he's being held facedown and feels something get shoved up his ass, his first reaction is that they must be trying some particularly sick form of torture--and then he realizes it's a man's dick, he's being fucked, his body's being used for someone else's pleasure, and he freaks the fuck out. Precisely because it's so wrong and unexpected, it fucks him up in a way straight-up torture never would've.

Bonuses:
+ extra distress when the rapist(s) call his ass a "cunt," or even just "hole" (as in "hole to be fucked") and talk about repurposing it for their pleasure, using his body in ways nature never intended, etc
+ just the fact of being raped is so confusing and unthinkable that Steve doesn't think ahead to the end, and gets a horrifying shock when the guy comes inside him and leaves a sloppy mess behind
+ to keep him from checking out/dissociating, they jerk him off to a forced and extremely unwilling orgasm... and then keep fucking him while he's raw and ultra-sensitive and every thrust is overstimulated agony

+++ Natasha is the one who finds him, and Steve is even more ashamed of how bad this fucked him up because he knows she's been subjected to worse. He knew it happened, he just never figured it would happen to someone like him.

Re: steve was expecting torture but not rape

[(Anonymous)]

I love this prompt - if I could have more than one firstborn I'd offer them all.

Awkward trash past reveal

[(Anonymous)]

I just have this idea of a hydra agent tied up to a chair after being captured by the avengers -read:all the avengers, most importantly Steve, Tony, Sam and Natasha- they’re waiting for him to spit some important information, but the guy is tight-lipped as it comes, and in strides Bucky, who was otherwise occupied securing the perimeter or whatever, and seeing him just breaks the dam, a total flood, the biblical kind, except, he’s not exactly spilling the data they’re looking for, he’s afraid of the winter soldier, so he panics, because he actually HAS some trashy past with said winter soldier, which Bucky was blissfuly unaware of up until now, which the agent doesn’t know, he figures Bucky knows and wants to make him pay-dearly- to the last dim for every gory details, thus on and on and on he sarts babbling and *explaing* how it:

"wasn’t what it looked like, it wasn’t really *him* man, you have to understand, Larry had this thing with necrophilia, and well, you have to admit you looked pretty dead when they defroze you, so he took a turn, and Dan, but that was just a blow job, I mean, he loved your dick, shriveled and limp like that, HIS WORDS not mine, christ, I swear to god I didnt get a go until,what, the fitfh time? I didn’t even touch you, just jerking off, honest, I did it because of Mick, he was a new recruit, still blue, still getting his bearings, felt pretty bad when he blew his load on you, t’was working him up, it affected his performance, see? I had to cheer him up, he looked up to me, had to show him there was nothing wrong with what he did, I mean, It was wrong, of course, awful thing, I’m really sorry mate, gotta believe me, but he was just a boy, y’know, it’s what boys do right? You see a sweet lady in the street, you wanna jump that pussy, err, not..in general, not talking about you, I mean, you’re not a girl obviously, too tight for that, hum...okay, so maybe I did more than some self-actualization, but again that was ONE time, and not my idea too! Charlie, we were all high strung from the mission, but poor guy, he was really feeling down, he was being stranded by his wife, they had a huge row the night before, s’what he told me, he needed to vent off a bit, loosen up, I wasn’t gonna leave him alone, it was a quick shag too! In and out, it was over in five, we were on a schedule, there wasn’t time, you didn’t even mind!, we made you feel good, remember...."

Meanwhile, Bucky’s getting greener by the second, Tony’s gone through 47 shades of wtf expressions, Steve’s still processing, digesting, regurgitating, someone else may be having a fit of nervous giggling, there’s a stream of swear words in the background and everyone’s too dumbstruck to react and shut the fuck out of the agent.

I want this to be a crackish fic, and even better, a post cw reunion where’s no issue has been laid off still, they just met in the battle field and fought together and now they haven’t even debriefed, they just crowded this so called prisoner waiting for him to confess a location or names or whatever, and now they’re all just waaay over their heads, especially Bucky which I’m dying to read his thought on the whole situation :)

but of course, artistic liscence and all that, feel free to do whatever you please with the prompt :)

Re: Awkward trash past reveal

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh seconded!

The Asset Loves Hydra

[(Anonymous)]

The Asset is really happy with Hydra, it feels accomplished when a mission goes well. It doesn't really remember what normal food is like, but it is happy with what Hydra feeds it. It's handlers are the best, they are really efficient and know how to properly use The Asset. They even let the Asset come sometimes.

Basically, I want the winter soldier so completely brainwashed that he loves all the horrible things Hydra does to him and believes everything they tell him. He's happy but only because he doesn't know better.

Re: The Asset Loves Hydra

[(Anonymous)]

seconded pls

Knifeplay/bloodplay

[(Anonymous)]

Anon needs trash/noncon with lots of focus on knifeplay and marking cuts all over and bleeding. Can be Hydra roughing up their Asset, or Hydra or their Asset roughing up a prisoner/target, who could be Steve.

Fill: Knifeplay/bloodplay, JR/WS, BR

[(Anonymous)]

Brock isn’t sure what woke him up. Maybe the bumpy road, maybe the guys talking too loud. He opens his eyes to Jack playing with his butterfly knife, flipping it. Brock almost rolls his eyes. Jack and that thing are inseparable, like a child with its favorite toy. They’ve only known each other for less than two years and Brock is already more familiar with the knife than he is with the most of his teammates. Intimately familiar.

Jack flips the knife again and catches it, raises it to his lips and drags his tongue up its flat side. He looks up at Brock and grins. Brock’s throat goes dry. Fucking tease.

The guys obviously notice but nobody mentions it; they’re all used to Jack’s weird obsession, and besides, he’s probably been going at it for a while now.

The van they’re riding in turns left and halts. Brock hears the doors in the front open and shut. The guys get up, Westfahl opens the backdoor and they all exit to the sidewalk in front of their safehouse for the night.

“I call dibs on the shower,” Mercer says.

“The Soldier calls dibs on the shower,” Brock says. “He’s caked in people.”

Mercer regards the Soldier, her eyes lingering on the chunks of meat caught in his hair. “I guess you have a point.”

The guys slowly grab their bags and enter the safehouse, while Brock rummages through their supplies, searching for the Soldier’s things.

“Who was responsible for the asset’s bag?” he asks with his hands resting on his hips when he doesn’t find them.

“Westfahl,” Jack replies tersely. He’s leaning on the opened backdoor, the tip of his knife pressed against his lower lip.

Brock rubs his temples. “And who thought it was a good idea to make him responsible for anything?”

He tries to keep calm. It’s not easy with Jack extending the tip of his tongue to taste the blade while looking as unbothered as possible.

“Must feel pretty nice, huh,” Brock snarls at him. “Just not giving a flying fuck.”

Jack shrugs. “It is pretty nice.”

Brock does roll his eyes this time. He shuts the door and walks to the safehouse, motioning for the Soldier to follow him.

He is the last one to use the bathroom. The water’s cold so he decides to give up on the shower and just washes his face in the sink. He’s not that dirty anyway. When he exits, he joins the team gathered around the fireplace in the living room.

“Where’s the Soldier?” he asks upon noticing his absence.

“Upstairs with Rollins,” Bourne replies.

Brock raises his eyebrows in a silent question.

“He was wearing that odd look again so we didn’t ask,” Mercer clarifies.

“Hoo, he creeps me out.” Westfahl shudders. “What made you handpick him for the team?”

“Who doesn’t creep you out? Don’t answer that, it was a rhetorical question.”

Rooms upstairs are empty. This isn’t a commonly used safehouse, and they carry sleeping bags with them at all times anyway, there’s no need for actual beds. Which begs the question of why the hell Jack brought the Soldier here – there isn’t really much to do.

Only one door is shut close so Brock tries it first. He walks in and freezes, because his imagination made up several different scenarios of what Jack might be doing, but this isn’t what he expected.

And he doesn’t know why. He knows Jack well enough know. He should have expected that.

The Soldier is kneeling in the middle of the empty, dusty room, naked from the waist up. He has two diagonal cuts close to the corners of his eyes; blood runs down his cheeks, making it look like he’s crying it. The Soldier’s cold blue eyes are fixed on Jack standing above him, but they flick to Brock once he enters.

Jack remains unaware of his presence. He caresses the Soldier’s left cheek with that fucking knife of his, lightly enough not to break the skin. He catches a drop of blood on the blade and watches it run down until it reaches the hilt. Brock can’t see his face but he can imagine his expression well enough, he’s seen it. Until now, it was reserved for him.

“What the hell?” he asks.

He doesn’t manage to keep the anger out of his voice but maybe it’s better, maybe Jack should be aware he just got himself in a hell of a trouble. He shuts the door behind him and walks up to them with his fists clenched tight. The Soldier’s eyes flick to him again.

Jack turns to face Brock, takes notice of his angry frown and trembling fists but doesn’t look a tiny bit fazed by it. He presses the blade to the Soldier’s face again, runs the tip down his neck in a caricature of a caress and Brock’s eyes follow it. That’s when he notices another mark on the Soldier – two bloody letters carved into his pale skin right below his left collarbone. JR. Jack fucking signed him.

“You fucker,” Brock snaps.

He grabs Jack’s arm hard enough to bruise and shakes him. The fucker doesn’t get to sign Hydra’s asset with his name while all he leaves on Brock are straight, impersonal lines. He doesn’t get to mark the Soldier’s face where everybody can see while Brock’s marks are hidden from the eyes of the world. He doesn’t get to show him off as his new favorite toy while Brock remains his dirty little secret.

“Calm down.” Jack clutches Brock’s wrist painfully, digging his nails into the toned skin until Brock lets go of him and shoves his hand away. “I was just bored. He pouts funny when I cut him.”

Brock glares at him, still clenching his fists, trying to control his shallow breathing. “That’s because he thinks you’re punishing him and he’s trying to figure out what he’s done wrong. He doesn’t understand you’re just fucked in the head.”

“Huh” is Jack’s only response. Brock’s ready to turn and leave – he’s not gonna just let it go, of course, no, nobody just ditches Brock Rumlow, and certainly not like that, Jack’s gonna pay for that – but not now, now Brock’s done with this shit and he just wants to go to sleep. Maybe Mercer packed those little bottles of whisky and he can have some, too. Maybe Westfahl does something stupid again and Brock can torment him a little, that would be nice.

“Wanna try it?” Jack asks and Brock freezes, all his angry thoughts dissolving into nothingness. Jack’s looking at him with genuine curiosity.

Brock doesn’t care about cutting. It’s always Jack doing it and Brock never once asked or wanted to switch places. For him, Jack’s knife could not exist. But it does, and Jack happens to be quite fond of it, so when he insists on including it in their sex life, Brock lets him. Jack doesn’t take refusal lightly, and Brock kind of likes the pain of it, likes how it feels like love.

So Brock doesn’t exactly want to try it. But it’s not about what he wants, it’s about Jack including him in this… whatever he’s been doing. It’s about Jack wanting him.

He reaches out for Jack’s knife, but Jack jerks his hand away.

“You have your own.”

Brock’s lips curl in a scowl and he drops his hand, pulls out his own knife instead. “Sometimes I think you love that thing more than you do me.”

Jack shrugs. “It’s not gonna wake up one day and decide it doesn’t wanna be with me anymore.”

Brock rolls his eyes at that, flicks his knife open and sinks to his knees in front of the Soldier. The Soldier’s eyes follow him, shifting to the shiny blade every other second, and he starts fidgeting unsurely.

“Stay still,” Jack barks at him and the Soldier stills, only his chest raising and falling in time with his quickened breath.

The skin splits open beneath the sharp blade; the cut fills with blood and drops run down the Soldier’s right pec. The Soldier doesn’t show any new signs of discomfort, but it doesn’t come as a surprise. The Soldier knows pain – this, this is nothing.

Cutting a straight line is easy. A crescent, now, that is more tricky. Cutting skin isn’t as simple as cutting fruit, carving something in it is even harder. When Brock’s done, his letter B is crooked, blood smeared all around it. He looks at Jack’s curvy letters with a new found admiration for his skill.

He rests a hand on the Soldier’s shoulder to support himself, leaving a bloody print. He doesn’t pay it any mind, already focused on carving the second letter. He gives up on trying to make it curvy; his R is combined of four straight lines. It’s easier and quicker that way, but on the other hand, it’s less painful for the Soldier.

Brock leans away to admire his work. There are now two sets of initials on the Soldier’s chest. It is… pretty, in a way. Doesn’t really do anything for Brock sexually-wise, but he can see where Jack is coming from.

A warm hand rests on the back of Brock’s neck, fingers play with the tips of his hair. Brock leans into the touch and looks up at Jack. Jack stares at the Soldier hungrily, his other hand rubbing his crotch through his pants. At least one of them is having fun.

Jack’s hand abandons Brock’s neck to grab the Soldier’s jaw. The fingers dig into his cheeks, trying to force his mouth open. The cuts on his face stopped bleeding; the blood left tear-like stains on his skin.

“Open it,” Jack growls and the Soldier’s jaw goes slack, his lips part. Jack whips out his hard cock and forces himself inside. “No teeth.”

The Soldier gags when the head hits the back of his throat; he tries to draw away, but Jack grabs a handful of his hair and pulls to keep him in place.

“You like it, huh? Keep going.”

He addresses Brock this time. Brock holds his knife a little tighter and cuts in the Soldier’s shoulder, so Jack can comfortably watch him from his position. He drives the blade deeper, and the Soldier shudders and whimpers on Jack’s cock when he drags it down. Blood spills on Brock’s fingers and he can’t help a grin that spreads on his face. It’s not that he loves sucking cock, but it should be his mouth on Jack’s dick.

It takes more effort, to carve so deeply, but it’s worth it. It might be that his knife just isn’t sharp enough. Brock doesn’t think he’s ever sharpened it during his career, but truth be told, he hardly ever uses it. He isn’t in love with it, like Jack. No, Brock forms healthy relationships with actual living people.

The Soldier’s body keeps moving back and forth along with Jack’s thrusts, and it’s making Brock’s work that much harder. At least he’s not gagging anymore. Jack grunting above him every once in a while is also a distraction, as is Brock’s own hard-on throbbing against the thick material of his pants. When he’s done, everything’s in blood – the Soldier, his hands, his knife, the floor. Brock leans away, stretches his back and looks at the angry red letters. This is definitely the longest he’s ever hailed Hydra.

“Lick it.”

Brock glances up to make sure Jack’s talking to him. He catches the sight of the Soldier’s face. His eyes are leaking real tears now, washing away the dried blood on his cheeks, but Brock isn’t sure if it’s from the cuts or his mouth being stretched, or both. Brock watches Jack’s long cock drag out of the Soldier’s red mouth, spit spilling down his chin, and breath catches in his throat. His hand creeps up to his crotch, presses against his erection, but he stops himself there. His eyes go back to the Soldier’s shoulder.

Brock tasted his own blood before, when he split his lip and bit his tongue. He knows what to expect, and there are grosser things to lick, as far as he’s concerned. On the other hand, this is the Soldier’s blood. Brock isn’t hundred percent positive it’s safe.

“Go ahead,” Jack prompts him. “I know you want it.”

Brock doesn’t, not really, but Jack does, so he leans in and licks the Soldier’s skin, where the blood dried off. He runs his tongue along the H, and it leaves a metallic taste – nothing unexpected here. He can feel the Soldier’s muscles tense under him – the cut must sting. Jack’s fingers tangle into Brock’s hair and Brock laps at the bloody cuts more eagerly. The taste isn’t entirely unpleasant, but Brock can feel his cock go soft anyway.

Jack tugs his hair gently and Brock pulls away, looking up at him expectantly.

“Lick the knife.”

Brock raises an eyebrow. “I’ll cut myself.”

“You won’t.”

Brock lays the flat side of the blade onto his tongue. It’s sticky with blood, but his mouth is already full of its taste, so he doesn’t mind that much. He moves the knife up and down, the way he’s seen Jack do a hundred times, and as much as he doesn’t care about knives, this always seemed to do the trick for him. He speeds up, watching Jack with his eyelids half-closed, very aware of how hot he looks.

Jack’s hips jerk forward and he holds the Soldier’s head in place as he comes with an exhale; for all the previous moaning and grunting, he finishes quietly. He withdraws from the Soldier’s mouth, slowly, and tucks himself away. Brock stops licking the knife and wonders briefly if it’ll be okay if he spits, but he swallows the bloody saliva in the end. He wipes the knife on the Soldier’s pants and stands up. Jack cups his face and kisses him, licks inside his mouth, chasing the lingering metallic taste. When he pulls away, he’s grinning.

“That’s a good look on you,” he says softly, rubbing Brock’s chin with his thumb.

Brock realizes he must look like a toddler that just went through a jar of strawberry jam. He gently pushes Jack away.

“I’m gonna get a wash,” he says, already walking towards the door. “If anybody’s still awake and they ask me why I look like a fucking vampire, I’m telling them exactly what happened here.” And screw how Jack feels about it. He still deserves to be punished, even if Brock isn’t angry anymore.

Jack seems unfazed. He shrugs. “They’re not gonna care.”

And he’s right.

Steve fucks a rubber doll (or a fleshlight or whatever)

[(Anonymous)]

I have never seen this anywhere.

I am mainly looking for sexually frustrated Steve fucking a rubber doll (inanimated object, not a person pretending to be a sex toy) or another sex toy and feeling dirty about it. Maybe because he views using a toy as "unnatural" or "deviant" or he feels guilty because of the fantasies he has while doing it. Maybe thinking of Peggy, Natasha, Bucky, whatever.
Maybe Brock and his follow trash dwellers send him the toy as a cruel joke or to gain blackmail material.
Go crazy! Do what you like with this.

Just give me desperated Steve thrusting into silicone.

Re: Steve fucks a rubber doll (or a fleshlight or whatever)

[(Anonymous)]

I like the Hydra trash dwellers sending Steve the toy. In the real world, there are kits for making lifecasts of penises (https://cloneawilly.com/). I can personally attest to the fact that the results are quite lifelike.

What if Brock Rumlow discovers the existence of the Clone-A-Willy Kit and decides to send a perfect replica (complete with built-in vibrator) of the Winter Soldier's penis to Captain America?

There are a number of interesting possibilities here on the parts of both Rumlow and Steve:
1. Rumlow doesn't know the Winter Soldier is Bucky Barnes; he just thinks this will be a funny prank to pull on the supposedly prudish Captain.
2. Rumlow does know the Winter Soldier is Bucky Barnes, and he's gleefully pulling one over on the Captain.
3. Steve has never seen Bucky's penis up close (though he certainly wanted to), so he is puzzled by the anonymous gift, but uses it while fantasizing about Bucky.
4. Steve is intimately familiar with Bucky's penis and recognizes it immediately, even as a disembodied silicone replica.

Pierce is Santa

[(Anonymous)]

All of Strike are his reindeer, and the Asset is Rudolph. Give me a fucked up trash holiday party roleplay. Let your imagination go wild!

Re: Pierce is Santa

[(Anonymous)]

Not Pony, but Reindeer play?
Someone installs a blinking light to the soldiers muzzle?

Serum means WS/Bucky can recover from otherwise unthinkable torture

[(Anonymous)]

So, I have read some absolutely glorious trash torture fic, but friends, I need more. Specifically, I want the Soldier being tortured beyond usual limits, to the point of a full-on, guts out gore-fest. Why? Because Hydra CAN. He'll heal in record time from anything, long as it's not fatal.

Imagine the Soldier, despite being obedient, pushed to outrageous and inhuman limits. I want to see him driven out of his mind with pain - but there's no way out, nothing left to give up to them. He doesn't know why they're doing it. He doesn't know how to make it stop, how to cope, how to even make it through another hour. He begs uncontrollably, and it just makes it worse.

Not picky about who is doing this, or why, but I'm excited to see what you come up with. Maybe it's extended punishment, maybe it's for ~science~, or just a kinkier-than-usual office party.

bonuses
+ being fucked in his exposed intestines
++ puking, or losing bladder/bowel control from sheer agony
+++ stockholm syndrome. despite everything hydra's done to him.
++++ the long, horrible days left alone in a cell to recover

now if you'll excuse me, i'm finding the nearest plastic bag in the dumpster and using it to hide my face for all eternity.

Re: Serum means WS/Bucky can recover from otherwise unthinkable torture

[(Anonymous)]

*applauds this lovely prompt and encourages fillers to get creative*

Falling asleep in the middle of sex

[(Anonymous)]

The winter soldier wasn't supposed to be having sex so they rewired him to just fall asleep if things started moving in that direction. Some of the guys at hydra use this to their advantage.

Later, Bucky doesn't remember that aspect of his time at Hydra at all and it was completely missed during his deprogramming so when he tries to start a sexual relationship with someone he keeps passing out instead.

Bonus
Bucky has dreams of being raped while sleeping during this time.

Fuck or die - Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Steve

[(Anonymous)]

Hydra captures Tony, Sam, Steve, and Bucky. They order Bucky to rape Tony and Sam in front of Steve, before finally ordering Bucky to fuck himself on Steve's cock.

Bonus
After Bucky is done, they give Steve a choice, he has to pick someone to go another round with or they all die. He choses Tony to spare Sam and Bucky.

Fuck potato Bucky getting gang raped

[(Anonymous)]

Basically just quadruple amputee Bucky getting gang raped by Hydra goons.

+DP
+Hydra guys dehumanizing him by using degrading language and treating him like an object

Re: Fuck potato Bucky getting gang raped

[(Anonymous)]

help i want this i am a horrible human being

Bucky has intestinal damage from the extreme insertions

[(Anonymous)]

When Hydra had Bucky, they would go to the absolute extreme of anal insertions (against his will of course), inserting things 20+ inches long into his ass. And not the soft things either. His healing factor allowed him to survive without extreme damage.

But after decades of this, his large intestine is pretty destroyed. Which leads to some problems once Bucky is no longer in captivity.

Bonus for him trying to hide the pain out of embarrassment, then trying to lie about the cause of the damage

Re: Bucky has intestinal damage from the extreme insertions

[(Anonymous)]

I'm so here for this brand of garbage. I have seen people shove some utterly crazy things inside them....

I was staring at a wall at 2AM and...

[(Anonymous)]

- 1940s
- POW Bucky Barnes
- Premature ejaculation
- Humiliation
- Hydra

+10 if somehow a Steve who doesn't know his casanova best friend has a "weak penis" finds out.
+100 if Steve finds out because he has to witness Hydra goons do dirtybadthings to Bucky Barnes.
+1000 if there is A LOT of humiliation. Like A LOT because that's my cup of sour, cold soup right there <3

Re: I was staring at a wall at 2AM and...

[(Anonymous)]

I am in love with this prompt already

Steve and Intersex(?) Bucky fuck-or-die

[(Anonymous)]

Not sure if Intersex is the correct term here, do not mean to offend.

Bucky identifies as male, always has, he looks and sounds what society would perceive as male, too. But he was born with a very small penis and balls and a vagina in between them. He doesn't have a uterus or ovaries.

No one knows about it, except Hydra, and they sure loved having a vagina to fuck that couldn't get pregnant, and loved to tell him what a freak he was.

Fast forward and Steve and Bucky get captured by Hydra and they tell Steve that maybe they won't end it right there if they get to watch Steve fuck Bucky's vagina. Steve didn't know about Bucky's "situation", Bucky thinks there's no way Steve won't be disgusted by him now that he knows the truth, and Steve is horrified that he has to rape Bucky in a way that he didn't even know was possible.

+++ Moldy apples if Steve can't figure out if Bucky was born like this or if Hydra carved a vagina into Bucky themselves.

Re: Steve and Intersex(?) Bucky fuck-or-die

[(Anonymous)]

I'M SECONDING THIS SO HARD!!!

and omg the bonus! imagine steve's righteous fury about hydra and their sick and perverse experiments! why did they need to do this to you, buck??

and bucky dying inside, because yeah, it's just as he'd thought, even steve thinks he's a freak :(((

WWII Steve/Hydra trash, Steve sucks at blowjobs

[(Anonymous)]

(I would start by apologizing for the subject line pun, but I'm not sorry, pun fully intended)

Steve gets captured by Hydra at some point during WWII. Hydra goons think, "Hey, a supersoldier! I bet he'd be fun to facefuck." Hydra goons are wrong. Steve used to be a tiny guy with asthma, and having a cock down in his mouth, especially down his throat cutting off his air supply, makes him panic and puke.

Cue the double humiliation of having Hydra goons facefucking him and not even being able to take it without tears and gagging and freaking out. Extra garbage presents if you include the Howlies finding him for a rescue with his mouth held open by a WWII Hydra version of a ring gag, face covered in tears and snot and puke. Also come, from when the Hydra goons gave up fucking his face and just finished themselves all over his face.

Fill: Coming Back Up 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

Merry Christmas? Oh man this prompt has kind of been following me around for a while and I finally found time to write it. Hope it's what you're after. Will get the rest up soon hopefully.

Italics are German. Was too lazy to attempt to actually translate. Sorry.

And I was inspired to research what they would have actually had along the lines of ring gags in the 1940s and came up with this little sucker, called a whitehead gag: http://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/9IAAAOxyOalTbVUs/s-l300.jpg. It was actually used for dentistry purposes, which is why it's vaguely familiar to Steve. I doubt he would have been able to afford dental work himself, but he might have seen it in use, or at least seen pictures of it.

***

“Send word to Herr Schmidt. Tell him we have Captain America.”

Steve yanked against the chain that kept his arms wrapped around the pole pressing horizontally against the small of his back, but, restrained as he was in an upright kneeling position leaning slightly forward, he didn’t have the leverage to break it. And, he suspected as the Hydra officers passing by paused to look at him with malicious intent in their eyes, he wouldn't be left alone long enough to try to free himself. The men looked like they were going to take full advantage of the opportunity to be alone with Captain America, Hydra’s greatest enemy. He could only hope the Red Skull would forbid them from doing anything until he got there. That would at least buy him time.

No such luck; it seemed the officers were unwilling to wait for instructions from their leader. One of the men left the room. The rest approached him, practically rubbing their hands together in glee. Steve didn't waste any time wishing he had his shield; it was on the other side of the room along with the sidearm he’d been carrying, his helmet, and his radio. Instead he focused on what he had, which was nothing less than an inescapable situation. Whoever had been in charge of restraining him had known what they were doing. He couldn't get his feet under him and most of his weight was hanging from the bar his arms were wrapped around. It struck him as maybe a bit over cautious. At least he could rest easy in the knowledge that Hydra had no idea what he was capable of and was frightened enough of him that they were willing to go to great lengths to make sure he didn't escape. It didn't help him any, but it gave him a sense of resigned satisfaction.

One of the men grabbed his hair. He yanked himself free, ignoring the pain of hair being pulled out, and tried to bite the hand that had grabbed him. The man pulled back and the others laughed. One of them said something in German. Steve had a basic understanding of the language -- enough to carry on a conversation and understand potentially relevant tactical information. “What did you expect?” the man said. “It's Captain America. He is not going to cooperate like some other American --” Steve didn't recognize the last word. He filed it away as something to look up later, pretending he wasn't about to be intimately introduced to the meaning of the word for a few blissful seconds.

“I wanted to see him resist,” the first man replied. The patch on the front of his uniform identified him as a Lieutenant Friedrichs. “It makes him look desperate. It's hot. Give me the --” Another word Steve didn't recognize. His eyes followed Friedrichs’ hand as someone passed him a rather unnerving contraption made of metal with ratchets and leather straps attached. It looked vaguely familiar but Steve couldn’t place it. Friedrichs took advantage of the moment Steve was distracted by the device and punched him in the head suddenly. Steve was still blinking stars out of his vision when someone grabbed his hair and held his head still while someone else grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open. He felt cold metal between his teeth and pressing against his tongue and then the straps were buckled behind his head. Steve's head was released and he tried to yank it away but someone was holding the gag and he almost felt embarrassed by how easy it was for someone to hold his head in place.

Whoever was holding him wasn't unduly bothered by his attempts to get away, and suddenly there was an ominous clicking noise next to his ears. The gag widened and his mouth was forced open until his jaw ached and he felt sure he couldn't open it any wider. Finally, his head was released and he jerked away from the hand that had been holding him. Another lieutenant; Klein. Steve glared at the men standing over him, trying not to listen to the way his breath came through his open mouth like gasps. Friedrichs unzipped his pants and let them drop to the ground before stepping forward and fisting a hand in Steve's hair, angling his head back and holding him there for a second before his hard length suddenly rammed into Steve's throat, hitting the back of it hard and then pushing further, forcing his tongue down to make room for the intrusion.

Steve couldn’t breathe.

Maybe if it had happened slower or if he was calmer he could have approached the situation more logically; relaxed his throat and breathed through his nose and tried to forget where he was and what was happening. But it had happened very quickly and he was not calm and, just in case any part of his mind or body had missed the memo, he couldn't breathe. His throat was the first part of him to rebel, seizing up and working rapidly trying to reject the foreign object. He was trying to cough but he couldn't get enough air and it came out as a series of hiccupping clicks that jerked his entire body against the bonds that held him in place. He tried to slow down his breathing and focus; he knew his body was acting on its own and he might be able to fix things if he just focused. The dick pulled out a bit and slammed back in too quickly for him to get a breath and any sense of focus he might have had was in a different country by now because he couldn't breathe and it hurt and his entire existence was reduced to an almost forgotten sense of familiar helplessness as he realized he had no control over his body anymore and could only ride along with it and experience as it struggled to free up his throat so he could fucking breathe.

Friedrichs pulled out and thrusted in again and Steve's body stooped to a new level of desperation. He tried to keep his throat closed, but when it was being forcibly opened by someone's cock ramming down it, it was damn near impossible. His stomach won out in the end and he heard himself make a pitiful gagging noise as his body tried to pitch forward. Friedrichs must have realized something was wrong because he pulled out, just barely avoiding the deluge that followed; a half-digested C-ration from that morning, sporting an unpleasant shade of orange that it definitely hadn't been when it went in. Dugan claimed the Brach’s fudge tasted just as good coming back up, but all Steve could taste was acid.

As soon as he was done puking, he took a deep, shaky breath and was almost surprised to find that his throat was no longer blocked. For a few precious seconds he was just kneeling there, paying attention to nothing but the air in his lungs, eyes locked on the greasy trails his vomit left on his uniform. Then his mind finally caught up with him enough to process the fact that he’d just puked in front of five or six Hydra officers who were in the process of raping him. He started to look up, but as he did so he felt wetness on his face too high up to be the remains of his breakfast. Crying was normal during an asthma attack. It wasn’t necessarily because of panic - often it was just his body responding to a lack of air. It was a reaction he’d never been able to train out of himself, no matter how many times his asthma hit him at an inopportune moment and he found himself kneeling on the ground in an alley in front of someone who’d been in the process of beating him up moments before. It always made those moments worse when he couldn’t hold back the tears and gasping sobs and he had to rub his nose with his hand and make quick, abortive snorting noises because it would get so clogged up that even after the asthma attack subsided he still couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t want to admit even to himself that this time it might be because of panic. He lowered his head, clinging to some kind of feeble hope that maybe, just maybe they hadn’t seen the tears running down his face and the snot threatening to drip from his nose. He should have known better. Someone grabbed his hair again and forced his head up and back. Friedrichs again, still hard. “Disgusting,” the Hydra officer said. He evidently expected Steve to be more cowed after the way his body had just reacted to his situation, as Steve easily yanked himself free when he bucked his head forward.

It was a short-term solution. He was still stuck kneeling there, and when Friedrichs grabbed him again and forced his face into position he was being held too securely to pull himself free without being able to move. He could only watch as the dick went for his mouth again, and he suddenly became aware of the fact that he was babbling, or trying to. Through the gag it only came out as a series of breathy grunts and for the first time he was almost glad of it. He wasn’t sure what kind of words he would be saying if he could be understood, but even if every other part of his dignity was crushed at least they wouldn’t have heard him beg. A particular noise was repeated several times, a rounded O sound that he thought might be the tail end of the word “no”. Friedrichs, of course, paid no attention.

Once again, Steve’s mouth was full of cock pushing further and further back and once again he couldn’t breathe and he could feel his body convulsing against the restraints. He was gagging, choking and he couldn’t stop. He could only close his eyes and hope it would be over soon, before he passed out or suffocated or puked again.

Steve can't help himself

[(Anonymous)]

(nsfw gifs)

Using a formula they used on the asset, hydra agents dose Steve, making him desperate for cock. Before the drug wears off, the agents dump him back in his apartment. He wakes up remembering everything and completely ashamed that it happened

Bonus points if
- he makes out with a bunch of agents
- he tops and bottoms
- lots of dp
- Steve sucks everyone off
- the asset is involved

Mission Report / Memory issues

[(Anonymous)]

HYDRA has Bucky programmed such that, once he's made a mission report, he forgets about the mission (so the intel is super safe!) Conversely, anything that he doesn't report on, he retains every single detail.

No one has asked for a mission report on his "recreational" missions.

I'd be very interested in:
- a recovering Bucky realizing that the only way to move on from these memories is to make "mission reports" to someone. Who would he choose to report to?
- the reactions of the person (or people) he reports to.
- the transfer of burden with these reports: now that person (or people) are saddled with very detailed knowledge of what happened at a specific trash party, but Bucky doesn't remember it ever happening.

Also related, and possible worth exploring:
- Does this hold true for the non-HYDRA years? As in, does Bucky forget about an Avengers mission after he reports on it? Does he forget about having sex with Steve after he talks about it? Does it create a taciturn Bucky who doesn't want to talk about memories because he wants to save them?

Re: Mission Report / Memory issues

[(Anonymous)]

This prompt is amazing! God, so much angsty trash potential...

stun batons???

[(Anonymous)]

so i see people talking about fills involving stun batons, can someone link me to some? or if ur feelin up to it you could write something too omg

Re: stun batons???

[(Anonymous)]

There's um... a lot? Like, just recently, Conversion features some excellent stun baton usage.

It's so common that I'd suggest using google and browsing through for the type of fic you want.. https://www.google.com/#q=site:hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org+stun+baton

Wanda witnesses Bucky's abuse when her powers go wrong

[(Anonymous)]

Basically, that's it.

I don't really care about the setup - maybe Bucky is part of the Avengers now and she needs to go into his mind for some reason, or maybe Steve asks her to remove Bucky's triggers, whatever.

Anyway, something fucks up badly, and Bucky gets stuck in a particularly unpleasant, humiliating rape-memory and Wanda, while not involved, is forced to witness the whole thing. In this "flashback" or whatever it is, they're aware of each other's presence, so Bucky knows she's watching as he's being raped. Neither of them can get out until after it's run its long, unpleasant course.

The setup here that Bucky is sort of in his past self's place, reliving it (but with awareness of Wanda being there) and Wanda is an unwilling observer.

Bonus points if:

-Wanda herself is a virgin and her own experience with Hydra was not at all like that.
- Bucky is protective of her even in this situation, like maybe he says things like "try to close your eyes for this part." etc.
- Bucky has masculinity issues about a woman witnessing that, made worse by having been raised in the past with different views on sex and gender.
- Guilt on both ends. Wanda thinks she got off lightly, feels guilty about going into his memory. Bucky feels guilty for traumatizing a young woman with trash.
- The setup can be either romantic or platonic, I don't care, but ideally afterwards they're going to have to have a conversation about this for sanity's sake, and some h/c even if it's just a hug.

Re: Wanda witnesses Bucky's abuse when her powers go wrong

[(Anonymous)]

That first bonus - yes please!! Love the idea of virgin Wanda exposed to trash.

Seconded!

Rumlow Body Horror

[(Anonymous)]

As it says on the tin.

Crisp Lasagna Brock Rumlow pays hiding-in-Romania Bucky Barnes a visit and "things" (aka "Hello, it's me. Your Crisp Handler"-rape) happen.

+100 for SUPER DETAILED discomfort and pain on both sides
+1000 if EVERY INCH of Brock Rumlow is burnt

Steve sees Rumlow being raped

[(Anonymous)]

Hydra captures Rumlow and punishes him for his failure. His former coworkers are not kind as they rape the shit of him.

Steve breaks into a hydra base to steal some info and destroy it from the inside, but on his way through he encounters Rumlow being raped. He has to decide if he's going to save him or not. He knows some of the awful things Rumlow has done, in particular to Bucky, but Steve also doesn't like seeing anyone being treated that way.

Bonus
+Rumlow thinks Steve wants a turn with him
+Rumlow doesn't want pity and says awful things
+Steve is squicked out

Re: Steve sees Rumlow being raped

[(Anonymous)]

PLEASE