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

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Holy yes seconded!

This is terrific! I love how Bucky fills in Steve's you should know that with something totally reasonable, but wrong. Even without knowing the full story behind Steve's reactions, Bucky is being so tender and careful. Looking forward to the next part!

Yes!

"Damn! Westpfahl, get the jumper cables! Tech is always pissed when we bring him back D.O.A.."
Brock Rumlow, at some point probably.

"Stop whining, man. Some free pussy for you. Just flip her over. They didn't cut off her booty."

Side note: Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch were a incestious couple in The Ultimates (the Ultimate Universe Avengers).
Well, a consensual one...at least(?)

Guys, we have seen young mopey Tony in Civil War being hung over on the coach... after a night partying...
When we put 2 and trash together, I think you can follow my degenerate way of thought.
Hydra was observating the Stark family and was getting the asset ready, so time and place line up for it being possible.

So, yeah.
I am saying Bucky could have raped Tony the night before he shot his parents.
(drops broken mic into pile of rotten meat.)

Steve stood at the end of the bed, frozen. A expression of shock on his face.
"What?" Bucky pouted "Don't you like me anymore?"
On his back he slid down the bed and raised his leg. A bare foot pressed down on the tight hot bulge in Steve's pants.
"He still likes me..."
Steve stifled a groan. "Please. We...never did something... like this, Buck."
"No? Odd...but we should have, don't you think?." Bucky slid down further,so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head right next to Steve's scrotch. "Come on, big boy. I will show you a good time."
"Please, Buck. This is not right. You would never... I don't....Not like this!"

OP here

Okay, so when I prompted this I was thinking it'd take place a few years after Tony's parents died, but you know what, I like this better.

I'm imagining Tony complaining about his dad as he drinks, saying how he's glad he's going to be alone for christmas, he'd rather spend it partying than with his parents anyway.

*flails in agonized delight*

God dammit OP, I cannot stop thinking about Clint and Wanda in this scenario, trying to comfort each other, Wanda offering to make him think she's Laura and Clint being even MORE horrified by THAT idea...

"You're right, that's much better. Mind putting something over its face, too? Otherwise I feel like I'm fucking some guy."

"Sure. Its piss pail is empty, that work?"

Oh, damn...

DA: imagine Steve or Stella aftermath, tho: when they have sex, bucky always gets into doggy style and then covers her head with a pillow so that it's better for Steve/Stella.

When the WS was with HYDRA, most of its nutrition came from IVs, which gave him energy but left him feeling like he was starving. He knew better than to take anything he wasn't given, but that didn't keep him from drooling over other people's food. I just have this image in my head of the WS like one of those dogs that always just appears whenever you have food and just stares at it intensely. You can try and nudge it away, but it will barely even notice you because FOOD. And STRIKE is just totally wierded out.

+1 for STRIKE giving him the wrappers to make him go away, and they still smell like food so he eats them.
+100 for him keeping the habit after he gets free
+ my soul for him doing it to Sam who is just DONE with all of this

I'm totally going to hell, because I'm laughing so hard at this. I really hope someone writes it!

Da

I love all of you this is EVERYTHING TO ME

So, let's say the serum shrank Bucky's dick, because HYDRA off-brand serum and all. And HYDRA's like, no, we can't have that, let's do experiments on making his dick big again, for trash parties and SCIENCE! Except they TOTALLY overdo it and the Winter Soldier ends up with a Monster Cock. Bonus points for extra libido, specially designed jock straps and cups and all that, HYDRA victims that need surgery after they program the Soldier to rape them.

Fast forward to present day, Steve takes one look at that dick and thinks, super soldier dick + super soldier ass = PROFIT. Bucky's all "oh god I don't want to hurt you" and Steve's all "I don't care, it's going up my ass." Cue terrified, triggered Bucky remembering all of the people he hurt, Steve halfway through going "oh no this really might be too much", and both of them being idiots and carrying on with sex anyway for the sake of the other-type misunderstanding and pain.

OP is totally on board with this. Clint seems very protective which would make things awkward as it is...

OP: Oh man, I love all of this!!! <3333 Like, think about a Bucky who's used to sex being just for breeding, and used to thinking of herself as a dehumanized weapon. She would be *so confused* that Steve/Stella would want her out of love or lust. Clearly Steve's fucking her just to get her pregnant, because supersoldier baby, right? And if the sex was actually *enjoyable* she'd be like "it's all going to stop when I get pregnant" and be really nervous about that.

“Hey, okay,” Tony says. There’s cold air brushing at his ass now where his jeans were a second ago. He tries help, make his legs work the right way to step out of his pants, but suddenly that's not an issue anymore. A tearing sound, and ripped denim pooled around his ankles. Probably this is going to be a concern in a while, when he's sober enough to start caring again.

The guy still hasn’t said anything. He’s hot as fuck though, dark eyes and dark hair falling to hide his face and his body is hard all over; smooth skin covering muscles ripped like nothing Tony’s seen before outside of pornos and sex clubs. And he hadn’t even been at one of those tonight, he doesn't think.

Admittedly, it’s kind of hard to think at all past the roiling haze in his head and the supreme effort it's taking right now to hold back from throwing up. Maybe that last drink hadn't been such a good idea, or maybe that last hit.

“Shut up,” Mr. Muscles says, and it’s the last thing Tony hears before he’s twisted around, his cheek pushed against the rough wall of the alley behind the—bar? strip club? wherever the fuck he’s staging his rebellion tonight.

The various fronts of the guerrilla war against Howard tend to blur in his head just like this dirty alleyway is blurring in front of his eyes right now and—god, he hopes this guy is fast, fast enough to finish fucking him before Tony loses the contents of his stomach in a supremely uncool way, all over this dirty brick and down the front of his own designer t-shirt. Plain and white and Givinchy, a thousand plus dollars on Howard's black plastic; sure to give the old man a fit once he sees this month's—

“Fuck,” Tony grunts, the sound pulled out of him by the dry scrape of a thick finger pressed into him, and Jesus, no give at all, like a metal dildo under that leather glove. Tony cranes his head to look back and it really is just the guy’s hand. It’s shoving further into him now, and okay, that’s totally fine, it’s exactly what he’d followed Mr. Muscles out here for—but seriously, hasn’t the guy ever heard of lube? Or at least a little spit to ease the way, for fuck’s sake?

“I’ve got, fuck, stuff in my pocket, just lemmie—” but Muscles apparently isn’t in a listening mood right now; there’s another hard shove—two fingers now, Tony thinks dazedly—and suddenly the scrape of brick against his cheek takes a second seat to the urgent, alarmingly abrasive pain at his hole.

It’s sharp enough to break through some of the fuzz in his brain, and the still-sadly-sober part of Tony’s brain is starting to have vague misgivings about tonight’s particular insurrection. No fun in rubbing his sleazy stand in Howard’s face if he can’t actually stand up tomorrow.

Tony starts to push back a little, instinctively, if still pretty woozily, to wrench his neck out of Muscles’s iron grip around the back of his neck, but there’s no give. It’s like the guy is made of stuff just as unmovable as the wall he’s holding Tony against.

“Stop moving,” comes the order, rough and hot against Tony’s ear. “Stop struggling. Or they’ll make me hurt you.”

They? Who the fuck is they?

Vague misgivings are starting to coalesce into into serious doubts by now, but Tony’s next jerk for freedom is even less effective than the first. This guy isn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. His fingers are still inside of Tony, still as invasive and insistent as they were when Tony was still 1oo% on board with the proceedings...

But hey, he’s still on board, isn’t he? Tony focuses on pushing down the icy unease that’s staring to run up his spine, acrid and bitingly clear in contrast to the hazy churn in his head and gut.

He’d come out here of his own volition after all; it’s not on Muscles if Tony’s irritating brain is starting to sober up way ahead of schedule. He’d met those dark eyes head-on, hadn’t he? He’d run his gaze over Muscles’ body, sharp and shameless, cocked his own hips out in invitation. He’d thrown back the drink the guy had brought him, no compunctions there. Tony’s not the kind to set up a tease then refuse to see things through.

Anyway, what the fuck choice does he have now. This guy isn’t going to stop—that’s fucking clear as day by now. It’ll just be awkward all around if Tony tries to act like he’s suddenly being pushed into something he hadn’t been asking for all along—something he doesn’t want.

Another hard shove, and Muscles is starting to scissor his fingers now, opening up the way for the main act. Tony presses his face into the wall, shuffles his feet another couple of inches apart, and lets him.

“Yes, like that,” the guy approves, “It’ll hurt less if you don’t fight.”

“Fine, yeah, whatever,” Tony mumbles into the wall. He focuses on relaxing his body, on letting the fingers stretch him without damaging anything behind repair. The hand on the back of his neck has relaxed just a tiny bit, enough to let Tony breath a little easier at least, though still not enough to let him wriggle away. Way too late for that. But maybe—

“Okay, big guy, I know what you want and I’ll give it to you, don’t worry. You gonna let me take care of you?”

There’s a surprised pause behind him, and Tony takes advantage of the break to unclench his left hand from its deathgrip on the wall. He manages to turn his head just enough to spit onto his fingers. Muscles doesn’t stop him as he reaches back to smear the wetness at his hole, letting the spit drip onto the gloved fingers that are pressing into him. It’s not much, but it’ll be better than a total dry fuck. Hopefully.

He doesn’t have time to do much more than that before a rough hand—this one ungloved—grabs his wrist and presses it against the wall again, hard. It’s an order to stay still or else, Tony reads that loud and clear, yes sir and thank you, a genius IQ not for nothing. He braces both his hands flat against the wall and goes back to focusing hard on not throwing up as he hears Muscles reach down to unzip and pull himself out.

It’ll hurt less if you don’t fight, the guy had said, and Tony’s not one to ignore some fucking solid advice, even if it’s hard as hell to make his body obey and bear down, relax, as Muscles pushes into him. God, the guy is gigantic, it seems to go on forever and the spit wasn’t enough even for the first burning inch, that’s fucking painfully obvious, and there’s a million more behind it. Tony breathes and breathes and bites his lips shut to keep from begging.

When the guy finally bottoms out, he pushes forward hard enough to wrench a low grunt out of Tony. There’s just enough time to pull in one unsteady breath before Muscles starts pulling out, the ungloved hand coming down in a bruising grip at Tony’s hip to hold him still and—Jesus—it’s almost worse than the going in had been.

On top of everything, Tony’s head is still hazy, his gut is still jumping in sick lurches. He’d have thought being drunk and high beyond the telling of it would make this—whatever the fuck this is—feel less awful, or at least further away, but it doesn’t, it somehow makes it all worse.

That’s when the guy starts thrusting for real and Tony jerks uselessly, no escape between the brick in front of him and the rock wall of the invading body behind him. It’s gratingly, abrasively awful for the first few strokes, then something gives inside, a sharp, tearing pain and—things are smoother, unnaturally slick all of a sudden.

It just—hurts, no fun at all, and Tony’s dick has gone completely soft against the unyielding press of the alley wall, the thrusts that push his body against it with every shove of the body behind him. Had his cock ever even gotten interested? It’s hard to remember now past the pitching nausea, past the rough scrape of the brick against his skin, past the awful, wet stabs inside of him.

Tony clenches his eyes shut and focuses on holding back the most embarrassing sounds, along with the vomit. Nothing to do now except ride this out; Muscles can’t last forever. Anyway, it’s not like this is the worst thing Tony’s ever done. He tries to hold onto that thought.

The guy’s gloved hand is still gripping Tony’s hip, impossibly hard; brutal, fucking pointless pain since it’s not like Tony’s trying to get away.

But the other hand is still wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers digging into his flesh and that’s more useful—it’s going to leave glaring, brazen bruises for Howard to see tomorrow. Tony makes himself focus on that. Those bruises are why he’s doing—why he’s allowing this, along with the marks on Tony’s mouth, where he’s been biting gauges into his own lips to hold back the whines.

They’re going to drive the old man crazy—this is going to be worth it for that, all this pain is going to be worth it—

Jesus, fuck. Another hard, grinding shove and Tony feels the jerk of the cock inside him, flooding his burning insides with wet heat. The relief that rushes through his mind feels almost as palpable as the jizz that’s being pushed out of him with the guy’s last, urgent thrusts.

Then finally, it’s over, god, the nightmare is done at last and this asshole will let him go now, and Tony will pull up the remains of his jeans over his bruised ass and limp home.

Maybe Howard will still be up even, and Tony will pull his best shit-eating grin and this will all be fucking worth it for the look on dear old dad’s face; proving him right in the best way possible that this is all Tony’s worth after all, fuck you very much.

Muscles does pull out, as expected, but he doesn’t pull away, doesn’t give Tony a chance to reach down for his pants.

“Well done, Soldier,” says a new voice, nasal, imperious. Tony stiffens all over again, tries to turn his head to look. But the fingers tighten around his neck, brutal and unyielding. He can’t move. “It’s important to reward yourself after a hard mission. Now, bring him here and hold him down. It’s only fair for us to let off a little steam, too.”

Tony feels a new wave of nausea roll over him, right on the heels of fresh, acerbic panic.

Basically what it says on the tin. For whatever reason, the STRIKE team likes to put a female winter soldier in chastity belts whenever possible. They shove a dildo up her cunt (and her ass too, if you really wanna have fun), attach it to a belt, and only take off the belt when they want to rape her.

+Bucky having to fight with these dildos in her, and all the discomfort/squirming that comes along with that
++rumlow
+++when it looks like Bucky is getting too used to the belt, they switch out the dildos for vibrators

OP here

This is beautiful. Exactly the sort of trash I was looking for. Thank you so much. I'm so excited to see what you've got coming.

With all the Fem!Bucky prompts lately, somehow this got into my head: Alexander Pierce was born in 1936, according to wiki. Steve & Bucky would have been 17/18. That's a perfectly reasonable age for someone to accidentally end up pregnant. And if they gave the kid up for adoption... then there's an extra layer of baggage when grown-up Pierce joins HYDRA and comes face-to-face with the Winter Soldier.

I'm up for either Fem!Bucky or Fem!Steve, but please no mpreg.

I would love, love, LOVE to see creepy incestuous Pierce trash, but author's choice whether it's a punishment thing or a dysfunctional attachment sort of thing.

(and now I'm going to hell :) )

This is the AU trash I didn't know I needed. Imagine a grown up Pierce meeting fem!Bucky and feeling drawn to her, and then figuring out she's his mom and feeling both loving of her, and angry at her for leaving him.

I already headcanon Pierce as having an unhealthy attachment to the Asset, and this just adds another layer of horror to it. Bravo,anon!

(is there room in your car?)

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