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

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Uh, so this is 100% my thing. Fill incoming, and I guess it kinda ignores the post credits scene and assumes Steve, Bucky and co went on the run post-CW. Also please don’t think too hard about how they’ve incapacitated Wanda so that she can’t break them out but can get inside Bucky’s head...

When Rollins finishes making his proposal, there’s this awful awkward silence where all Bucky can hear is his own juddering heartbeat, and all he can think is that Barton must be expecting him to take the fall. Wanda is so- She’s tiny, she can’t possibly- There’s too many of them. Eight big, heavily armed men just in this room, and god knows how many more outside.

And Wanda, Barton - they all know after all, that he’s done this before. They must have guessed. They’ve all seen the scars and the goddamn piercings. He tried to keep them hidden at first but it isn’t like life on the run in cramped safehouses is especially conducive to privacy.

(Life on the run isn’t conducive to much really, and Bucky feels staggered sometimes when he remembers Steve is doing it for him. Bucky is pretty sure he can’t possibly be worth it, considering mostly all he does these days is eat and avoid people. Occasionally, when he’s feeling especially anxious, he climbs on top of Steve and lets him cuddle him. But even Steve’s weirdo virgin ass couldn’t be getting all that much out of...whatever you’d call their whole deal. Well, they won’t be calling it anything after today, even if they do get out of this goddamned mess. If Steve finds them, which is their best hope right now, Bucky’s pretty sure he won’t be too keen on cuddling with Bucky any more.)

Anyway, when Bucky stumbles forward and drops to his knees Wanda bursts into his head with a NO loud enough to make him flinch, and so all-encompassing he can hardly hear the jeering laughs of Rollins and co. Bucky can tell, she hasn’t really accepted the situation yet. She still thinks there’s a way out. Bucky knows there isn’t. He knows what men like Rollins look like when they’re sure they’ve got the upper hand, and he knows what they do.

Wanda’s presence in his head is so strong he doesn’t notice Rollins standing a foot away from him until his hand is gripping Bucky’s jaw hard enough to bruise.

‘You miss us sweetheart?’

Though Rollins has wrenched his head back to look at him, Bucky keeps his gaze slightly down and to the left. The asset doesn’t make eye contact with handlers. It puts him even more on edge though, unable to predict Rollins’ next move. He puts his arm behind his back too, more out of deeply ingrained habit than conscious choice.

‘I said, did you miss us, slut? You couldn’t volunteer fast enough, far as I could see.’

Bucky doesn’t answer, and Rollins digs his fingers in hard enough that Bucky thinks he’s cut the inside of his cheeks on his teeth. He can still feel Wanda in his head and he can’t do this and shield her from it at the same time so he shuts her down, pushes her out. He can feel her anger, and her fear, but he doesn’t stop.

Alone in his head again, he looks at Rollins twisted smirk and tries to keep his breathing steady and even. Tries to ignore Barton’s disgusted expression, and the restless excitement of the men behind Rollins. He thinks he recognizes some of them, though his memories after about ‘95 or so are some of his spottiest.

The silence stretches another minute or so, Rollins getting more and more annoyed, and Bucky swallows hard, instincts screaming at him for irritating a handler. Finally, Rollins lets go of Bucky’s jaw and takes a couple of steps back.

‘Strip,’ he says shortly, resting his hand on his stun baton. When Bucky hesitates, Rollins glances and Wanda and raises his eyebrows in mock question. Bucky grimaces, and pulls his shirt off. He regrets it immediately, feeling an ugly flush spread hotly through his face and neck, his shoulders hunching up defensively around his ears. Rollins smirks at the little metallic bars shining horribly bright in his nipples. A corresponding chuckle ripples through the cramped little room. Bucky feels unmistakingly like he’s been put on display, all these fully clothed men looking at his pierced tits, his body heavy and thick now in a way it wasn’t when he got most of his calories through a nasogastric tube. He wants desperately to cover himself. He tries not to think of Barton and Wanda behind him, but he can feel the kid pressing at the edges of his mind, anxious to help.

‘You liked ‘em that much, huh? Or did Rogers make you keep them?’ Rollins asks, nodding towards his nipples, voice mean and hard. Bucky drops his gaze to the floor and tries to relax his shoulders. ‘Do you still have the rest? Come on, show us all of it. You need a hand?’

Bucky clenches his teeth shut around his dumbass automatic no sir. He fumbles with his belt, made awkward without his left hand. He takes a couple of seconds to curse Tony goddamn Stark. It’s probably wishful thinking but Bucky reckons he could take these goons even with the strange glowing collar they have on Wanda. If he still had his arm.

He manages eventually to get his pants open, and pulls them off before he can think too hard about it. Kneeling on the cold hard concrete, completely bare and unarmed, he feels more vulnerable than he has in years now. Everyone in the room is staring at his dick, at the heavy jewellery in it, at the way it’s thickening under the attention. Bucky’s stomach churns, and he’s pretty sure he’s gonna vomit the second someone touches him. Which is unfortunate. He doesn’t think Rollins will appreciate that.

Anon, I love you. This is spectacular. Unwillingly-Pierced!Bucky is a secret love of mine and mixing it with this is sublime.

I cannot wait for more! *Snuggles up next to trash*

Thank you!!

I love any non-con body modification in fic - TMI!! but I recently got some ~private piercings and I can't imagine how horrible it would be to have them done without my consent, or to be objectified for them in a setting I had no control over. So ofc I love to read/write Bucky in that situation...

This is painful. My little masochistic heart is very grateful.
I'm also glad you chose Rollins for this, it's good to see the motherfucker's alive after all.

Thank you!

Yeah I decided on Rollins more or less exclusively based on mathildia's Rumlow/Rollins(/Steve) fics which are a++, definitely recommend

A!A here

On rereading this I've just realised I didn't include a line to clarify that they're given a choice between Hydra raping Bucky or Wanda - it should be made more clear that they don't consider Clint an option. As is, it just reads like Clint is a dick/not the self sacrificing Fraction-style dummy I usually like to read him as. V sorry to any Clint fans out there!! Completely accidental bc I originally intended this to just be a not-fic for myself, not anything I'd post

Also it should ofc be 'unmistakably" and not 'unmistakingly' which is not even a word

Nonnie you are singing my trash song <3

Ohhh yesss so much trashy angst! *pulls up a chair*

BRAVO BRAVO, oh the non-consensual piercings, I LOVE it.

I don't know how I didn't see this before, but holy shit, anon, this is so good. <3

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