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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Round 4 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 5.

Comments

Winter Soldier/underage!Laura Kinney, supersoldier breeding attempt

[(Anonymous)]

So, little X-23 is about twelve and has just started her periods and the whoever decides they should use her to breed supersoldiers and they order the Winter Soldier to fuck her, repeatedly.

Re: Winter Soldier/underage!Laura Kinney, supersoldier breeding attempt

[(Anonymous)]

Not sure this is the dumpster you're looking for, anon..

Trash party felching

[(Anonymous)]

Classic HYDRA trash party gangbang scenario where they rape Bucky and Steve, but they make them clean each other out between uses. Just with their mouths.

Re: Trash party felching

[(Anonymous)]

Oh HELL yes

The Winter Soldier's body armor doubles as a Thundershirt

[(Anonymous)]

Many people and animals find continuous firm pressure over the torso calming, and suppose Bucky happens to be one of them. (His Commando coat with all the buttons looked really warm, and also a bit tight.)

HYDRA discovers that buckling the Soldier into that fetishy armored jacket makes him more tractable because it takes the edge off the constant despair and panic they put him in. This causes complications like chafing from techs leaving it on too long, or the Soldier clinging to the jacket, or resisting getting undressed.

Later, Bucky is conflicted about body armor, feeling ashamed that something that reminds him of HYDRA could make him feel a little safer.

Re: The Winter Soldier's body armor doubles as a Thundershirt

[(Anonymous)]

Poor sweet Winter.

Prewar gangbang trash, Bucky offering himself up in Steve's place

[(Anonymous)]

What it says on the tin: in the backalleys of Brooklyn, Bucky catches wind of a plan by one of the gangs to get a hold of Steve and subject him to a brutal gangbang (maybe with the intention of coercing him into being their own pet prostitute afterwards). Instead, Bucky offers himself up instead - really piling on that charm and swagger - and doing what he has to do to 'convince' them that he's a better choice and has a lot to offer. Cue Bucky mouthing off while they all take turns with him, and limping home with a dozen guys' come dripping out of him and a pocket heavy with a fistful of come-stained money. Maybe it happens again.

Whether and how Steve finds out is up to you.

Sloppy seconds

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not really particular on the how, but Steve is coerced (because reasons) to fuck Bucky (preferably in WS mode) after a bunch of hydra goons have already had their way with him, and he's dripping cum and blood. Bonus points if Bucky is still in the early stages of remembering Steve when he's being fucked.

Re: Sloppy seconds

[(Anonymous)]

I think this might not be exactly what you wanted, but here:

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They put a gun against his head. He tells them to shoot. He knows they won't, he is too big a prize to let go so easily, but he still has a moment of wondering what would happen to Bucky if they did. Then they put the gun against Bucky's head.

Steve almost considers letting them shoot. Bucky's been through in their hands. It might be good to get some rest. Surely it would be better than this? But the stubborn part of his brain, the one Bucky always complained about, doesn't let him. Because they will find a way out. They will get out of here, and he will take Bucky back to Brooklyn, and they will get a small apartment with plants on the windowsill, and in the evenings he will draw and Bucky will read and sometimes they will go out dancing, and maybe, he will finally, finally get to dance with Bucky. He owes him that much. They can still be happy.

After he kills every last one of these HYDRA bastards.

So Steve lets them push him to his knees behind Bucky, though he doesn't know how they expect him to get turned on. Bucky is trembling and breathing hard, held up on his elbows and knees. He doesn't seem to be entirely aware of his surroundings, which Steve takes as a blessing, but he flinches violently when Steve presses a hand against his hip. Steve keeps it there, caressing him slightly, in a mockery of reassurance.

"Steve?" Bucky croaks out. Steve realizes his voice is raw from so many men fucking his throat.

"Yeah, Buck", he answers, his own voice breaking. "Look, pal, I'm gonna need to..."

"You're not supposed to make love to it", the nearest goon says, with a nudge of his rifle against Steve's temple. Steve doesn't talk back. The last time he did, Bucky lost two teeth. Bucky hears him, though, tries to cower away from Steve's hand.

"It's okay, Buck, it'll be over soon", he says, in the gentlest voice he can find, still caressing Bucky's hip, and he hates himself for not having a plan, for subjecting Bucky to this, for the lie. He uses his other hand to touch himself, wants to get this over as soon as possible, tries to imagine them both out of here, tries to imagine a soft bed, and a willing Bucky.

It takes him a long time to get hard enough, and the jeering laughs of the agents are no help. He spits on this hand then, a few times, rubs the saliva all over himself, in a desperate attempt to make this any less painful. It probably won't make any difference, not when Bucky is open and raw, blood tinged come dripping out of him.

Steve feels the bile rising in his throat as he pushes into Bucky. He slides in easily. Any resistance has been fucked out of Bucky's muscles a few hours ago. Bucky whimpers, then, makes a weak effort at scrabbling away, just for a second, and then acquiesces. Steve can feel his shivers increasing, his breaths sounding more and more like sobs. He realizes his vision is blurry, and blinks away the tears as he carefully starts moving.

"I'm sorry, Bucky", he doesn't want the agents to hear him, but he can't help it. "I'm so sorry. It'll be over soon, okay? I'll get you out of here. I'm sorry..."

Steve is openly crying now, and he stops talking because if he continues crying he won't be able to continue this, and he'll never have the chance to get them out.

They tell him they want him to continue until he comes. He doesn't see how he possibly can, and at the same time, he doesn't want to prolong Bucky's suffering any longer. So he tries to speed his hips up a little while remaining gentle, and he closes his eyes and goes back to his imagination, focuses on the feeling around his cock, tries to ignore the squelching sounds everytime he slides into Bucky. He thinks of Bucky early in the morning, fixing his hair in the mirror before leaving for work. Bucky so dashingly handsome in his army uniform that the need to touch him was almost unbearable. Bucky washing in an European river, thin and scarred but miraculously, thankfully alive. Bucky's hands, his eyes, his mouth curving into a smile as he called him Stevie.

Steve's orgasm is short, perfunctory, simply the body responding to prolonged stimulus. Bucky curls up on himself as soon as he pulls out, whimpers as even more come drips out of him.

The HYDRA agents cheer as they leave, confident their reinforced door won't budge (it won't, Steve tried it yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that). As it clangs shut, Steve is left in the darkness. The only sound is his own breathing, and Bucky's sobs.

"Either you take a turn, Barnes, or the Soldier will"

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by the sloppy seconds prompt above. Steve's on the receiving end of a Hydra gangbang, and after everyone else is done, they fling (post-WS) Bucky to the floor at Steve's feet and order him to fuck Steve as well. If he doesn't cooperate, they'll just use one of the old trigger phrases to make him do it as brutally as possible in Winter Soldier mode.

+ Steve is being stoic... about how much the original gang-rape has already mentally ripped him to shreds. (Extra points if he was a virgin.) He gets that Bucky doesn't have much of a choice, but he's not in a position to offer much reassurance, or hide how much it fucks him up to have Bucky touching him--however gently--where he's just spent hours being horrifically violated. Of course he still tries to offer what little reassurance he can, because it's Steve, but he's barely holding it together.

Re: "Either you take a turn, Barnes, or the Soldier will"

[(Anonymous)]

This definitely sounds like something that's been written before.

Rape mistaken for cheating, Hydra husbands edition

[(Anonymous)]

Jack walks in on Brock being raped by a male character of your choice (although I prefer it if it wasn't Pierce. It can be an original character). Nothing can convince him that the sexual act he just witnessed wasn't 100% consensual on both parts. All hurt, no comfort.

Re: Rape mistaken for cheating, Hydra husbands edition

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded.

"I just want you to know, Cap, this isn't personal"

[(Anonymous)]

It's not like raping prisoners was Rumlow's idea. He's just following orders.

(Steve reacts with about as much sympathy as you'd expect.)

Predicament Bondage with the Arm

[(Anonymous)]

For whatever reason, Hydra wants to enhance the Asset's control of the Arm even in stressful situations. Maybe he broke some gear in the field, maybe he fucked up an expensive piece of maintenance equipment by not holding still enough.

The flesh arm is secured, and the Asset is given a handhold for the metal arm as part of a predicament bondage setup - if he breaks the handhold, his weight will be off the arm and he'll be in a lot of pain - CBT, nipples, a stress position, I eat all kinds of trash.

Then Hydra sees what it takes to make the Asset fail.

Steve/Bucky, very different trash pasts

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky is genuinely not that upset about the occasional sexual abuse he dealt with during the Winter Soldier years. A lot of it was dubcon--out on missions in the middle of nowhere, teammates who hadn't been laid for months, blowing-off-steam sex that was just a few shades darker and more coercive than the furtive handjobs he and Steve exchanged in their tent in the 40s. A lot of the other instances, mostly superiors taking advantage of the brainwashing, he barely even remembers. He jokes about it sometimes, and is still good at the "put up and shut up" approach to sex he doesn't enjoy, but he's way more fucked-up about having been forced to kill for Hydra than he ever was about occasional forced blowjobs.

Steve was violently raped by the enemy after being taken prisoner. Just once. He can't bring himself to talk about it. He's fine having sex with Bucky--that's different. But some things--the slightest hint of degradation, biting at a particular spot on his neck, dirty talk while he's getting fucked--make him suddenly tense up and turn to ice. Made worse by embarrassment, for freezing up over a single instance of something Bucky dealt with for years.

Naturally, their sex life is fantastic, if by "fantastic" you mean an unholy mess of issues.

Re: Steve/Bucky, very different trash pasts

[(Anonymous)]

UMG THIS IS AMAZING

Trash-us Interruptus

[(Anonymous)]

A trash party gets interrupted by an attack on the base-- the intruders find themselves being ripped through by a Winter Soldier who is completely naked except for a cock ring and still fucked open and dripping come. When the base is secured, of course, his handlers pick right back up where they left off.

Re: Trash-us Interruptus

[(Anonymous)]

YES PLEASE

Steve gets castrated

[(Anonymous)]

I thought about it, and while we've seen a few fic were Bucky is castrated, we haven't seen any(?) where it was Steve.

For extra trash, have Hydra make Bucky (or the Winter Soldier) be the one to perform the operation. Friendly reminder that anesthetics don't really work on Steve.

For super extra trash, Steve is raped before the operation and they imply that because they raped him, he doesn't need his balls anymore

Trashier AU of Lauralot's Alexander Pierce Should Have Died Slower 'verse?

[(Anonymous)]

Where age-regressed!Bucky /does/ want his new daddy Steve to use him sexually? And conflicted, grief-stricken, half-aroused-half-horrified Steve has to sustain guilty erections so that Bucky won't think his daddy doesn't love him? *sorry am trash* *hides*

Re: Trashier AU of Lauralot's Alexander Pierce Should Have Died Slower 'verse?

[(Anonymous)]

YES PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE

*piles up water-damaged magazines and rusty cans as an offering to anyone who writes this*

bestiality + voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

Hydra had it's dogs fuck the Asset and video taped it. Later Steve et all come across the footage and Bucky unwillingly gets off watching them watch it.

Re: bestiality + voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

PLEASE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I need this fic.

body modification - body horror

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to see some really intense body modification. Like Hydra has no use for Bucky/Steve/Sam/whoever so they just go to town on them, modifying them in crazy ways for the heck of it.
Maybe they give them self-lubricating assholes to make them easier to fuck, maybe they mess with their vocal cords so they can only bark or talk in a feminine voice, maybe they castrate them and dock their dicks, or maybe they try to give them gills. It could even be something like fusing their bones together so they become the perfect piece of furniture.
I'd prefer to see some coherent purpose to the transformation rather than just a mishmash of things, but honestly I pretty happy to get anything.
Plenty of horrified introspection and "and I must scream" moments wouldn't go amiss either.

Re: body modification - body horror

[(Anonymous)]

How do you feel about HYDRA cutting out Bucky's tongue and severing his vocal cords for faster and less noisy throat-fucking? Or maybe opening up a hole right over his throat so they have direct, easy access?

Steve, disclosure

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love a short-n-sweet character study kind of fic on how Steve might go about admitting to a partner that he's been on the receiving end of some pretty brutal sexual violence. Given that:

- he's big on honesty and doing the right thing, so he'll probably hit a point where he feels duty-bound to be up-front about it
- he tends to downplay his own pain, through wry self-deprecation when necessary
- he's terminally awkward about anything--especially sexual--that makes him uncomfortable

I'm especially thinking of him answering questions about his sexual history with something like "no--well, not as a willing participant, anyway" or "you know, I've made a career out of pissing off people who don't exactly follow the Geneva Conventions" and the entire conversation screeching to a halt when his partner processes what he's saying.

more tfa bucky abuse aye

[(Anonymous)]

I've seen prompts abt hydra guards raping bucky in front of the other prisoners, but what if they took it a step further: forced one or more of the howlies to step in and take a turn? Maybe he has to give one of them a blow job with a gun pressed to both of their heads? Maybe he had to ride one of them, everyone watching? pure public humiliation for both parties.

And what if, through all the fear, some of it starts to feel good? What if they manage to really get hard while he rides them--what if bucky gets hard from taking it non-consensually up the ass? What if some of them get hard from watching? Cue all the shame and exhibitionism that comes w it (++if bucky is still pretty inexperienced in this area, maybe this is his first time?) i would literally die for anyone who writes this you can never have enough tfa-era bucky abuse lol.

Re: more tfa bucky abuse aye

[(Anonymous)]

this is everything i didn't know i needed

FILL: comment!fic to Hunter Class

[(Anonymous)]

Comment-fic/umprompted fill to THE Pierce pony play fic.

Re: FILL: comment!fic to Hunter Class

[(Anonymous)]

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10237544


A thank-you-for-writing-this-lovely-filth comment!fic for Hyperthetical 's Hunter Class


Westfahl had no tact. He just dumped the contents of the duffle bag out onto the floor in the lockerroom. All the gear fell out in a pile of leather and metal, clinking as it landed on the white tiles. He already had a bowl of lukewarm water and a bar of saddlesoap sitting on the bench next to him, but made a face when the smell of sex hit his nose.

"Awww man, not horsejizz again!" he moaned, as he poked a foot at the pile to flip some of the stuff over. A bridle with a vicious looking curb bit appeared from underneath, the metal stained red with dried bloody saliva. Anders whistled and gingerly fished a hoofboot from the pile. She turned it over in her hands and tested the flex of the rigid curve that kept the wearer's heel off the floor and forced them to balance on the ball of their foot.

"I knew Pierce was into some kinky shit... but this takes the cake!" she exclaimed, studying the underside of the hoof. It was shaped like an actual hoof, and would leave horsey footprints in the sand, complete with the triangular frog in the middle.

Westfahl in the meantime had fished out the bridle, and had taken it to the sink to rinse off the bit. There was a chain with a little hook dangling next to the steel bar part, and he couldn't help wonder if the chain went into the Soldier's mouth too. He'd never actually seen a horse up close, apart from the nags pulling those touristy carts in Central Park. Sure as hell had never studied them.
"I bet he gets off on making us clean up the crap for him." he groused, while trying not to get the leather wet. He'd clean it, didn't want to spent hours oiling it too.

Anders snorted, her hand now inside the boot, feeling the curve from the inside. "Kinky bastard. Guess he gets off on flaunting his kink, I mean, why else would you play dress-up with the Asset on a farm with lots of people around?" The top of the boot was somewhere around her elbow, and she had to flex her wrist to get her fingers all the way down into the hoof-part. Damn, that boot was unforgiving! What would it like to be wearing these puppies? Sure as hell wouldn't be comfy, and she'd bet a month's wages that they would make the stiletto heels she wore at formal occasions feel like Converse sneakers...An idea struck her, as she felt the hard leather inside under her fingertips. She took the boot off her hand and set it on the bench, where Westfahl was sitting and grumbling under his breath about horse-jizz and spectator sports. He had dipped the saddle soap in the bowl of water, rubbed it over the sponge, and was sponging off the bridle, the little chain clinking against the bit.

Anders opened her locker and fished out the shoebox that held her stiletto heels. She'd been meaning to take them home, but never got around to it, but it might be a good thing that they were still here. She opened the lid and fished the little gel inserts from the toes of the shoes. They were a clear plastic with blue gel filling them, and made standing in those heels for long periods of time a helluva lot more bearable. Replacing the lid, she shoved the box back into her locker and bumped the door shut with her hip as she turned. The inserts might not be the correct shoesize, but they'd be better than nothing, she guessed.

"What the hell is this crap?" Westfahl moaned, as he ran the sponge over a blinker, trying to get a suspiciously white, dry stain off of it. Anders deftly inserted a gelpad in the hoof-toes of the boot she left on the bench, and fished the other one from the pile of tack.

"Beats me. Splooge, probably. Fuck, Rumlow, would it kill you to loosen the ties?" The laces on the second boot took a little untangling before she could slide her arm in deep enough to position the second gelpad at the toes. There was a piece of horse manure stuck in the grooves on the underside of the boot. She set the boot on the floor next to the bench and stuck her hands in her pockets.

"Well, good luck. Better not go all-in at the next pokernight or you'll be stuck cleaning old-man-jizz and horse-splooge off of bondage gear till retirement!" She smirked and turned around, Westfahl's undignified spluttering music to her ears as she left the lockerroom.

The Asset fucks a dog, bestiality (duh)

[(Anonymous)]

STRIKE finds out the Asset has been bonding with a stray dog. They decide they can't let a good thing stand.
Though the Asset is uncomfortable with this, he follows orders to fuck the resisting dog.

Bonus trash
The Asset has trouble getting hard
The Asset gets bitten

Fuck or Die with Steve and sextoy Rumlow

[(Anonymous)]

Rumlow was taken by his coworkers and made into their personal sextoy. Thanks to them he's got piercings all over, no gag reflex, swollen tits, and a gaping asshole. He's a favorite because of the way he whines and complains until someone shoves a cock down his throat.
(Also because they hated him and think he deserves what he got)
Of course it's only good hospitality to let the captive Captain America take a turn with him, right? Not that they give him a choice.

Re: Fuck or Die with Steve and sextoy Rumlow

[(Anonymous)]

OP, how would you feel about this being Rollins instead of Rumlow?

(Rollins could, after all, be blamed every bit as much as Rumlow for Insight's failure, and if this takes place after CW then Rumlow is dead, leaving his erstwhile second without any sort of protection from their old compatriots.)

De-aged Bucky rape

[(Anonymous)]

We've all enjoyed the fantastic Pierce Should Have Died Slower series, but my perverted trash mind would like to read some ACTUAL deaged Bucky abuse (no preference on how young, or on how he came to be deaged)

Re: De-aged Bucky rape

[(Anonymous)]

Not OP
I honestly think that no one would try and touch this. But OP you're not alone.

Habeaus Corpus Trash Prequel

[(Anonymous)]

Heeeeyyyyy, so this has been languishing on my hard drive for a while. In any case, remember this fill? (https://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1634.html?thread=3296098#cmt3296098) There had been talk of a Bucky POV prequel and, well, here it is. Thank you/sorry?

Re: Habeaus Corpus Trash Prequel

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky gulps in air. His heart slams against his chest like he’s been in combat. Has he? The smell of blood seeps past the all-consuming instinct to fight, and that’s when he comes back to himself. He’s crouched in the back of a box truck, surrounded by bodies with smashed-in face, broken necks, and bullet wounds. There’s another body safely under him: unconscious, but still breathing. Alive.

The back doors of the truck clang open. Romanoff holds her guns steady with Barton at her side, bow drawn.

Bucky keeps his hand on the mission’s chest---Steve’s chest. The fight is returning to him in flashes of sound and smell, stuttering frames of image. “I got him,” Bucky says, and lowers the Sig he’s holding. He turns his attention to Steve. Romanoff is more than capable of dealing with any Hydra survivors; he can relax. When Bucky reaches down to touch Steve, his hands are covered in blood.
--

“They had a needle, Steve.” Bucky can close his eyes and feel how it would have been, how it had been so many times, ice shooting through his veins, then darkness. He feels a bit like a skipping record, but he hasn’t gotten his point across yet. “A needle.”

“I was only out for a few hours.” Against the crisp white of the infirmary sheets, Steve still looks too pale.

“That’s plenty.” A dozen vivid suggestions spring to mind of what Hydra could do to a man in ten minutes, let alone a few hours. He holds those suggestions behind his teeth and says instead, “They could have taken you anywhere. Done whatever they wanted.”

“You would have come for me.” Steve reaches out to squeeze Bucky’s hand. His skin is warm, his fingers clean, not bloodstained. “Besides, I’m not afraid of torture.”

“Oh, a tough guy,” Bucky says, slipping in a hint of Brooklyn, just to make Steve chuckle, but he can’t laugh in return. The torture, the kind Steve is thinking of, is not what he’s afraid of. Hydra’s other methods for breaking its toys hold far more terror. Then a worse possibility drops into his mind, drowning out everything else. “What if they’d wiped you? There are plenty of facilities where it can be done. Doesn’t take long at all.”

“Hey.” Steve tightens his grip on Bucky’s hand. “I won’t let them take you back.”

“I know.” Bucky dredges up a smile for Steve. He does know that the team would come after him, but he won’t mention that there probably wouldn’t be anything left worth rescuing. He won’t burden Steve with that. In fact, if Bucky has his way, the dark possibilities that plague his nightmares will never even cross Steve’s mind.
--

Stark (and his frighteningly competent staff) assure Bucky they could figure out some kind of countermeasure or defense that would nullify or even reverse the chair’s effects in the event Hydra got their hands on one of the Avengers. One of them even shows him a nifty three-dimensional projection of a machine that rebuilds neural networks. It’s all very promising. Of course, to be certain, they’d need full schematics of the chair or, preferably, a specimen that wasn’t blown to bits.

Romanoff puts out feelers, looking for a likely facility.

“It won’t be undefended,” she tells Bucky as she’s pointing out the location on a map.

“I know.” He stares at the blinking dot on the display and reminds himself that Alexander Pierce is dead. It won’t be that bad.

“They’ve wiped the data every place we hit. They’re not going to leave those schematics anywhere we can get to them.”

“I’ve got a plan.” He’d been with Hydra for years, decades. There’s nothing they can do to him that they haven’t already done before, surely. When he realizes the fingers of his left hand have started to crush the edge of the console, he snatches his hand away. When he looks up, Romanoff is studying him.

“This is why you haven’t let them see you. You haven’t let any Hydra agent live. You don’t want them to know you’re with us.”

He looks down at his body, the one all Hydra knows as the Winter Soldier, the one he’s been occupying since he fished Steve out of the river. “I’m the only advantage we’ve got.”
--

Every time they go out on a mission, Bucky could die. He’s got no complaints. What he has now is more than he ever thought he’d get. But this mission isn’t anything so easy as dying. He’ll still do it, of course. It’s worth any price to know that Steve will never wake up in a chair not knowing his own name.

Just in case that price includes Steve never wanting to touch him again, he makes the most of the wait for Romanoff to finalize the mission details.

He touches Steve whenever he can: folding his hand over Steve’s when Steve passes him his morning cup of coffee, holds him around the waist and breathes in the smell of his neck when they’re in the elevator, rubs his cheek against Steve’s thigh as he fingers Steve, opening him up until he’s good and ready, until he begs.

Bucky intends to store up as much sense memory as he can, to weave the memories into a sanctuary, a place he can go while it’s happening. And a comfort for after, too, if his secondary objective can’t be completed, if Steve finds out what Bucky will have allowed to happen in the service of this mission. What’s he’s allowed to happen so many times before. Bucky hopes it doesn’t come to that, of course. He’d rather Steve never find out. But even if Steve never speaks to him again, it will be worth it to know Steve is safe.
--

The day before they’re meant to leave, Steve leads a final training session for the whole team. They drill the maneuvers they’re planning to use for the distraction phase of the plan. Bucky stands in for Hydra soldiers and critiques the weak spots he sees. He won’t be there to guard Steve, so the others must be flawless. While he drills Wanda in a Judo throw, he catches Steve watching from the corner. He tries to memorize that proud smile. Even if he knows it’s meant for Wanda, Bucky’s not above embellishing the memory with a little imagination.

After everyone’s been dismissed, Bucky follows Steve to their quarters, letting Steve’s running commentary about the training wash over him like white noise. As soon as they’re behind closed doors, Steve strips off his sweaty workout clothes, tossing them unerringly into the hamper. He seems not to mind being naked—and why should he? Steve has nothing to hide, and never has, as far as Bucky’s concerned. He’s generous with his body: using it, displaying it, giving it away, as if he had no idea it could be truly violated, turned against him, or even taken away. That’s as it should be. Steve should never have to live with the constant fear that clings to Bucky like a second skin.

Bucky trails Steve to the bathroom and stands in the doorway while Steve fiddles with the shower controls; he’s always liked the water steaming hot. Without breaking his monologue, Steve steps into the luxurious shower and beings soaping himself up.

Bucky only meant to watch—to put away a few more mental pictures to get him through what’s the come. Every inch of Steve’s marvelous body has already felt Bucky’s touch; he’s done everything he can think of to bring Steve pleasure, to wring from him soft moans and sudden gasps, precious losses of Steve’s usual self-control. Perhaps it’s greedy to want more, but Bucky does.

When Steve turns his back to lather up shampoo, Bucky strips efficiently and stalks across the bathroom floor. Stepping into the spray, he presses against Steve’s body, his hard cock snug against Steve’s ass.

Steve’s hands come back to grasp Bucky’s hips, then he turns his face into the spray to wash away the suds. “I didn’t know you found training exercises so hot.”

“Not training exercises. You.” To Bucky’s relief, Steve doesn’t pry. He lets Bucky stroke him until he’s hard, finger him open diligently and thoroughly, and fuck him until his shouts echo against the wet tiles. He lets Bucky do whatever he wants, and he doesn’t try to turn around and look. He lets Bucky hide the body that has brought him only shame.
--

Relearning the intricacies of the Soldier’s uniform, with half a dozen buckles up each shin and another dozen elsewhere on the body armor, means Bucky takes longer to suit up than Steve. In the early morning light of the hangar, completing a final check of weapons and supplies, Bucky can’t help sneaking a few touches—brushing Steve’s hand as he reaches for a knife, steading himself on Steve’s shoulder while he adjusts a strap on his boot, smacking him on the back when he chokes on his laughter at one of Barton’s jokes. The memories of these moments will be enough, even if he is never allowed to touch Steve again after this. The sacrifice will be worth it, if it means Steve will never face what Bucky has.

“You boys done powdering your noses?” Romanoff calls from the jet.

“We’re coming!” Steve reaches out to squeeze Bucky’s shoulder. “Everything’s going to be fine,” he says, then turns and jogs onto the plane.

Bucky stays a moment, closing his eyes to savor the sensation of Steve’s touch. Then he follows.

A BDSM coming-of-age story with Baby!Rollins

[(Anonymous)]

I am but a humble trash baby, and I stand before you meekly to offer up the following idea:

Young Jack Rollins is but one of many promising Hydra recruits. Rumlow's sponsoring him, because he's the only one who can see the potential hiding underneath a laundry list of problems - anger, anxiety, insecurity, a tendency to insubordination, a self-destructive streak a mile wide...

John Garrett figures even Rumlow won't be able to prevent Jack from washing out of the program pretty damn soon, and he reckons he can have a bit of fun before the day comes when the kid is found in a ditch with a bullet in his head.

Now Jack knows fuck-all about BDSM going into this. 'Safe, sane and consensual' is a completely unknown concept to him (and something that Garrett wants to stay that way), but he quickly discovers that it gives him everything he didn't even know he needed.

At least, at first.

Really, my desires are simple. I just want a gross, vicious Garrett using every tool at his disposal to push Jack into an ever-deeper, ever-nastier hole. I'd prefer for their arrangement to be non-sexual at first, but sex could definitely be one (of many) limits that Garrett gleefully disregards as it all escalates.

And then because I am trash of the highest order, I want Rumlow to get him out. (After all, in TWS, Rollins is Rumlow's constant shadow; almost always by his side. They work extremely well as a team, and Jack has clearly grown into a capable, competent agent. It's not a huge stretch to imagine that their compatibility extends beyond their work.)

Re: A BDSM coming-of-age story with Baby!Rollins

[(Anonymous)]

I love this idea and I haven't seen anything like it! YES PLEASE

Post-trash dependent-dominant dynamic

[(Anonymous)]

So Bucky is free from Hydra, and remembers and understands much of the abuse, but understanding does not make it magically better.

I'd love a dynamic where he's helpless/dependent in everyday things - like keeping a calendar (he forgets stuff), feeding himself, getting out of the house, deciding what he wants to watch on TV etc...but where in bed he's the direct opposite: a very take-charge Dom who's taking back control of his sexually quite literally. (And allllrighiight, he miiiight also be doing that because this way he controls how he's touched=. Bonus if various memories and reactions to his abuse pop up bth in "dependent" and in "Dom" mode.

I guess I'd prefer this scenario with Steve, ideally. Though Nat could work, if you're het-trash inclined.

As for the actual sexual trash...hit me with your best shot! I'm just not very fond of cheating, or things like scat and watersports.

Re: Post-trash dependent-dominant dynamic

[(Anonymous)]

I really really love this, someone please make it happen!

Waitress WS

[(Anonymous)]

Pierce makes the asset serve him and his buddies (preferably in something that resembles a french maid outfit) and makes him do things like take their orders, bring their food out, and basically be at their beck and call. I want a very nervous WS desperately trying to get to everyone and having them mess with him (trip him while he's bringing the food out, deliberately call for him while he's taking orders from someone else, etc) with as much humiliation as possible.