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Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

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What's on-topic: Filthy and perverted twists on all the quality whump served up by Cap: Winter Soldier. Noncon, aftermath, uncomfortably sexualized violence, mind control, inappropriate uses of Bucky Barnes' metal arm, bad guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves.
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What it says. HYDRA somehow gets/infers the deets of Bucky's post-recovery sex life with Steve and decide to shit all over it when they recapture him--making comments about what Captain America is like in bed, laughing about anything he does to avoid Bucky's triggers, making comparisons to their abuse ("You didn't enjoy that when we did it" "How come you were never that good for us?" etc.), body-shaming, shaming any kinks they have (especially anything they see as compromising Bucky's masculinity), and/or whatever else you can come up with.

+Bonus points for any aftermath, especially if Bucky has to relearn being comfortable with his sexuality.

I love this

Well I can think of at least one good solution here, but it would mean introducing a third party.

I love this prompt. I want it so bad.

Give me faked readouts of the Winter Soldier's weight. He steps on the scale as ordered and he sees an inaccurate number based on what his captors want him to see. This falsified data is used to shame and manipulate him.

+ At first he doesn't care about his weight and tries to ignore the drama he's been cast in, but prolonged body shaming and mockery around food gets to him.
+ The number is calculated in order to shame him for doing particular things that they falsely claim have an effect (/a significant effect/an immediate effect) on his weight.
+ Touch starvation and reverse psychology to get him to initiate sexual contact (that was still nonconsensual). Calling him ugly and pathetic and desperate and waiting for him to ask to be touched before sexually abusing him.
+ The general atmosphere is fat shaming but there's one fat fetishist captor who says (demeaning, inaccurate) positive things and that confuses him more.
+ They also did fuckery with his height and convinced him he was getting taller and shorter.
+ When he gets out, he's confused as to why scales keep giving him around the same number no matter what he does? That's not normal right?
+ Post-captivity Bucky sees that most dieting advice is given to women and relates to women who have weight anxiety/EDs and feels uncomfortably gender non-conforming.
+ He finds out his actual weight, becomes fairly confident that it's not wildly changing, and tries to figure out whether it's "correct"/the right weight to make him not in trouble... which it better be, because he's stuck with it... but hang on, surely something works...? (cue fucked up fad diet cycling)
+ He tries to make his own scale so he can be sure it's not tampered with. Could go well or badly (worst case: it is itself inaccurate/inconsistent).
+ He drags his partner into it (Sam/Steve/someone else, or non-partner Steve) by comparing his weight to theirs.

I don't want the captors to directly intervene in his weight by not giving him enough food or ordering him to eat too much food (though they can force feed him if he's starving himself), but their psychological manipulation might well have some effect on his weight and more effect on his overall health. That said, it would take a while after escape for him to get enough data points to accurately quantify that effect.

Also I'm not picturing weight stuff as actually being a large part of what happened to him, but rather, that it might be a relatively small thing that therefore didn't come to his attention as "wrong" for a long time (and kept fucking him up). In between the memory erasure, lies to get him to kill people, imprisonment, beatings, electrocution, sleep deprivation, and general dehumanization, it's easy for more subtle forms of mistreatment to just... not come up. If someone said "that was really wrong of them" his first reaction would be "what the fuck, why are you focusing on that when they did actually really wrong things that hurt other people, and mutilated me, and made me want to die?? do you have no sense of scope?" but actually no people can be hurt by small/subtle things in deep and lasting ways :(

Ok, it's already hitting my buttons if the doctors or guards tease him and then act all surprised and disgusted that he reacts to it, but imagine if they actually "just" examine or rape him, and are genuinely put off that he gets hard...

I'd love to read this!

NA
I'm just gonna leave this right here in case you haven't read it... https://archiveofourown.org/works/14903199

Oooh my friend, I know that one. I liked it a lot, even though feminization isn't even usually my thing, but I still gave it a try because of the author and what can I say... I wasn't wrong ;)
Anyway, thanks!

Please give me 40s bucky getting brutally raped against the wall by the higher-up

+ if bucky struggles, cries and pleads a lot
++ show how obsessed that man is with bucky, how he have always wanted to fuck him etc
+++ the man offering something (better food, clothes etc) in exchange for sex at first and bucky obviously declining the offer and then the rape happening
++++ if there’s also rape aftermath, bucky trying to avoid that guy, flinching when he is touched, and steve somehow finding out ab his rape (huuuge bonus if they’re also in love with each other but won’t admit it)
+++++ bucky being praised while getting raped “good boy” “pretty boy” something about his beautiful fuckable mouth and etc

pls just make innocent young bucky suffer :)

Love this, seconded so hard. Especially that last bonus...

YES PLEASE!
the world needs more 40s!Bucky trash

Bucky watched the horde of jet black aliens sweeping across the Wakandan field. He lifted his gun as he ran with his army toward them, waiting for them to come into range. He didn't want to be here.

He couldn't have been anywhere else, and he knew that, had resigned himself to it, but he didn't have to want it. Just like the first War he'd been thrown into a lifetime ago, there hadn't been a choice. He was needed, so here he was.

There were aliens to fight instead of Nazis. Some alien dictator called Thanos wanted to kill a shit-load of people and had sent a shit-load of his four-armed attack dogs to Wakanda. Bucky loved Wakanda. He didn’t want to fight, but he did want to protect what he loved. That was something he’d always wanted to do, as far back as he could remember.

He used the gun Shuri had personally made for him. She’d teased him about his fondness for guns when there were so many better weapons she could make for him, but then she’d hugged him and whispered “Be careful, White Wolf,” making him miss his little sister and his little Stevie in the same breath. He sometimes wondered whether Shuri cared for him as more of a science project than a friend, but either way, he loved her. He wanted to protect her.

The aliens were vicious. He watched warriors ahead of him get ripped apart by teeth and claws. He shot as many aliens as he could. Head shots when he could, and he usually could. That made him smile as he fought. He’d always been a good marksman, whether with a slingshot or a sniper rifle. He hadn’t used his skills in years, but they hadn’t rusted. He was proud. He shouldn’t be allowed the pride, not after all the good people he’d murdered with his skills, but he was proud. The middle of a battle was no time for self-evaluation.

He tried to keep an eye on Steve, but lost him quickly in the melee. He wasn’t very worried. Steve could take care of himself now. He didn’t need Bucky. Bucky could focus on others that needed his protection. He saved a Dora from an alien that had her pinned. She returned the favor by spearing an alien that almost got Bucky from behind. They nodded their thanks at each other and returned to the fray.

The waves of aliens kept coming from beyond the broken energy barrier. They ran on all six of their appendages, like galloping insects. Sweat dripped into Bucky’s eyes. He was weary. So weary, and still they came. He could feel the tide turning. He fought on. His gun popped and aliens fell, oozing black blood from their eyes and foreheads. He fought on. It was all he could do.

Two of them flanked him. He killed one but wasn’t quick enough to get the other before it knocked his gun from his hand. The force of its blow staggered him backward, and it used the momentum to knock him flat on his back as it pounced on him to go in for the kill. He used his new vibranium arm to hold its throat and keep its teeth at bay while he reached for the knife at his thigh. He stabbed blindly at the creature’s head and chest, both of them flailing in the dirt. The alien gained a measure, its horrible teeth so close to Bucky’s face. The alien’s nostrils flared as it took a deep sniff of Bucky’s skin. Its eyes widened and it froze.

Bucky kicked up from the ground and headbutted the alien up and away from him. He scrambled to his feet, finding his gun a few meters away and gauging how quickly he could get to it before the alien came for him again. He had no idea what the thing had smelled to make it so distracted, and he didn’t care. He wanted to kill it and move on to the next one.

The alien threw back its head and made a warbling sound deep in its throat. Bucky dove for his gun, but another alien grabbed him unexpectedly by the leg and tossed him away from his weapon. He lost his knife as he rolled. He landed on his back and reached for the second one in his boot. Yet another alien wrenched his arm away, and held it this time. Bucky beat at it with his unrestrained vibranium arm as it started to make the same warbling noise. That noise was everywhere, reverberating inside his skull. He didn’t understand, and he was afraid.

A third alien appeared and grabbed his vibranium arm with all four of its hands. He wasn’t strong enough to fight it off. He was held down, arms spread by the warbling aliens. The first alien approached, crouched low to the dirt. Its eyes were narrowed and its warbles had become softer and higher. Between its legs, Bucky saw its previously hidden genitals unsheathing, and he understood.

“No!”

He kicked and bucked, trying to escape from the creatures holding him down. He screamed profanities and threats that he knew they didn’t understand. His cries joined the sounds of the battle around him and were lost.

“No.”

He’d been in this position before. Various members of Hydra had raped him over his long life, starting with that guard in the Austrian work factory and ending with that STRIKE team in D.C. after the Winter Soldier had failed to kill Steve a second time. He’d thought he’d made peace with that, but the shame, horror, fear, and rage all came flooding back as he watched the alien’s cock engorge. He’d never thought to be in this position again, and he realized now how stupid he’d been. This was what he was. Something about him made this happen, not only in men, but in goddamn fucking aliens as well.

Bucky was sobbing. He didn’t know when he’d started, but the tears ran hot down his face and he gasped raggedly for air as the snot ran down his throat. One of his captors leaned down and licked his cheek with a veiny tongue. If it was a gesture of comfort or pity, Bucky didn’t want it.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

He twisted his hips and kicked at the first alien who’d now reached him. Black blood trickled from superficial wounds Bucky’s had inflicted with the knife. Not deep enough to kill or incapacitate. Not good enough. He’d never been good enough.

The first alien held his ankles. Its cock was obscene. Bucky stared at it with horror. Probably half a meter long, and thick as a good-sized eggplant. It shone all-over with some self-made slick, but no matter where it decided to stick that, it was going to hurt like a bitch. That was fitting. He was a bitch. Something about him. The alien had smelled it.

The alien kept two hands on Bucky’s ankles and used the claws on the other two, shredding Bucky’s brown fatigues like tissue paper. He fought, struggling in the dirt, until the aliens claws reached the protective cup at Bucky’s groin and removed it. Bucky’s breath hitched as the alien fondled his genitals, first his soft cock then his loose scrotum. Bucky stayed as still as he could, pleading silently for the alien not to damage him there. The alien leaned its face closer between Bucky’s legs and Bucky could feel its breath as it warbled softly and took a deep sniff. It let go of his balls and made one last trilling cry before it and the other two aliens became silent. It pressed its chest against Bucky’s, and Bucky remembered to struggle again.

He howled wordlessly as he fought the thing spreading his legs with its bottom arms while its top arms held Bucky’s shoulders against the ground. Bucky felt its wet cock slither, hard yet sinuous against his naked legs. This was a nightmare. He didn’t want to be here. Why did he have to be here?

The blunt head of the alien cock found his asshole. It seemed to pulse and quiver, like a living organism separate from the alien. Bucky could feel it contract to slip inside ass, and he felt stupidly grateful for that. The gratitude was short-lived as he felt centimeter after centimeter slithering inside him. When that movement stopped, he felt the cock begin to expand to its full width inside him. Slowly, but painfully, he was filled up with the alien’s monster cock until he thought it might fill him completely. He imagined the thick oozing thing pushing through his rectum to his intestines, then his stomach, and maybe up his throat until his mouth was split open on the end of it. He imagined Steve or Shuri finding him that way. His waning tears flowed freely once more.

The alien on top of him began to hump and thrust. It made little trills of pleasure that pierced Bucky’s soul. He was stuffed with the alien’s cock, and it was using him for its pleasure. Just like he’d always been used. Just like he was meant to be used.

He stopped his pointless struggles. He closed his eyes and waited for it to be over.

Finally read this wonderful fill, and I'm glad I did!

Wow, Bucky's mindset is so horrifying, and I love it. I can't wait to see where it goes, and what Steve does when he realizes that Bucky is still so messed up...

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

“The CIA wants to send an agent to talk to the Winter Soldier,” Natasha told him. “To corroborate some of what they’re getting from other surviving agents in custody.”

She met Steve’s eyes levelly as he tried not to grind his teeth.

“He’s not,” he started to protest. Bucky’s not a prisoner. If anyone should be arrested… He cut the thought off as well as he could. He was trying to be more positive and he didn’t want to put more tally marks on his therapy homework.

“The perception that he is keeps him safe here,” Natasha reminded him. “You know how limited our options are since agents started talking about him.”

Exhaling, Steve deflated a little. It was true and he did know.

“Without you,” she added. “You influence him just by being present.”

Which made sense, considering the circumstances, but didn’t mean he was happy about it. Bucky was affected by Steve’s absence too. “I’ll let Bucky know,” said Steve.

Bucky and Nat were not safe to leave together. To put it very mildly, her presence confused and agitated him. Apparently, neither of them knew exactly what history they had together, but whatever it was wasn’t good. Since Bucky had come in to the Tower, they had met twice and both times had ended with some level of violence.

“I’ll ask Clint to be there,” she promised.

So far, Bucky had warmed to Clint more than any of the other Avengers. He was really the only option.

Bucky’s reaction to the news was a tired sigh and deepening furrow in his forehead. “Most of what I remember isn’t coherent or detailed, Steve.”

Steve knew that, but it still hurt to hear. “But you know things,” he said. “And you know more when you’re prompted.”

Bucky closed his eyes and leaned his weight into Steve’s side. “Yeah. You remember how I work.”

“You’re not a machine. You’re a real person.”

Chuckling weakly, Bucky pressed his chin against Steve’s shoulder. He said, “Easier if I was.”

Steve shook his head, afraid of how Bucky meant that and even more afraid to ask, and turned to put his arms around him.

Much too soon, there were debriefings, assessments, and arguments. Once or twice, Steve genuinely considered petitioning Asgard for asylum. Some of the attempts to debrief Bucky turned out to be outright interrogations Clint had to put a stop to or have JARVIS call Steve to put a stop to and Bucky’s current reality was still… fragile, particularly when he was tired or stressed, which was often. When he shut down, Steve knew it was exhaustion, confusion and fear, but to an interrogator it too often looked like hostility or resistance.

Steve would send Bucky off with whatever gesture of affection he could accept with an audience and hope he’d come back without retreating into being the asset.

They weren’t missions. This wasn’t HYDRA. Steve meant it when he said Bucky was in charge now, but as long as everything was as precarious as it was, Steve had to protect him.

And however frustrated Bucky was, so far as touching each other went, they didn’t go much past first base.

“Eat this,” Bucky demanded.

Steve looked up from the old reports on his tablet and nearly took a sandwich to the nose. “What?” He pulled back and swiped at a drop of what turned out to be mustard.

“Eat this,” Bucky repeated, even less patiently, standing over him.

“Bu-ghuh!” The moment his mouth was open far enough, Bucky took advantage.

“No excuses now, Rogers. This isn’t the Depression. Take a break and eat your fucking lunch.”

In addition to the mustard, the sandwich was beef and cheese with lettuce and tomato. Steve tried not to choke on it.

“So,” said Bucky, falsely conversational. “I can’t help noticing I’m a lot better at taking what you put in my mouth than you are at taking what I try to put in yours.”

“Not helping,” Steve told him, hoarsely, as soon as he could speak.

Both of Bucky’s eyebrows went up. “We could work on that.”

“How about I finish the sandwich?” was Steve’s weak counter-offer. He fought the urge to squirm under Bucky’s looming shadow.

“That’s a start,” Bucky allowed, and retreated. “I’ll bring you another one. What do you want to drink?”

It took a Steve a few seconds to realize the tablet had gone with him.

“I’m going to touch you,” Bucky announced the next time they were naked together touching themselves. He had already come, no prompting or permission required.

Steve was too close to immediately think to protest (he didn’t want to protest) and Bucky’s hand ran down his chest to rest over Steve’s own hand on his leaking dick. There was no direct contact. Possibility alone was enough to push Steve over the edge and that was it. Bucky was a warm weight relaxed against his side, slightly damp and impossibly perfect.

Okay, thought Steve. He repeated it aloud as soon as his breathing slowed. “Okay. We can do this. That was okay.”

“It’s easier once you get the touching boundary out of the way, I think,” said Bucky, languid and pleased.

Wait. What?

The afterglow of orgasm collided with reality like the words were artillery shredding a parachute. Steve twisted for the bedside wastebasket. Don’t think about it!

Rumlow and the Lockbox and first time he’d touched Bucky like that and how many times had Bucky heard that exact phrase that-

Too late.

Even after Steve assured him that it had been the words and not the touch that set it off, Bucky wouldn’t try again for weeks.

“I’m gonna say stuff like that, sometimes,” said Bucky. “All that stuff the Commander said about horses? Basically verbatim from the user manual the Russians put together. They never let me read the thing, of course, and the book’s gone now, but I heard enough of it I could probably write my own copy.”

Steve shot him a look from across the too-large bed. By now, he was fairly sure Bucky didn’t want to be the asset the way HYDRA had made the asset be, but there were moments he wasn’t sure Bucky remembered that.

“I won’t,” Bucky promised. “I’m not interested in another handler and you know the important stuff. Anyway, they tried. I’m here.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened in Ohio?” Steve asked hesitantly. He remember Bucky coming to him incoherent, shaking, and covered in blood. He knew it had been a close call, but the clean up had been especially thorough and the Avengers hadn’t ever had the complete story. If Bucky had shared more information in any of his interviews, they hadn’t shared the resulting intel with the Avengers.

“No,” said Bucky. “Unless the imagining is keeping you up.”

“The only thing keeping me up is your jabbering, jerk,” Steve told him automatically. “Wait, no. I kinda do want to know, but I mostly want to know how sure you are no one has this manual anymore.”

The sheet rustled as Bucky turned on his side to face away from Steve. “Very,” he said. The word came out dark and hard.

“Good,” said Steve. He ached to reach out, but Bucky’s intentional distance preventing him from even trying.

Steve was going crazy. There was no other explanation. He had lost what was left of his mind.

The thing was, Bucky wouldn’t touch him unless they were sleeping. He wouldn’t even touch Steve while they were going to sleep. Worse, the more tightly wound they both were, the more nightmares they had. Bucky had had more violent episodes in the past week than in the previous six weeks all put together.

Starvation was a good word for it.

Steve felt like scum all over again because if this was how he felt after two and half weeks, Bucky had clearly been the exercising all of the asset’s superhuman restraint not to simply jump him and demand physical intimacy. While Steve often felt raw immediately after therapy, he didn’t usually burst into tears at a gentle touch to his shoulder. Clint had looked almost comically taken-aback and pushed him at Natasha for an embarrassingly long hug.

Nat hadn’t appeared too comfortable either.

Steve had to do something. This wasn’t a situation he could solve with punching. How could he convince Bucky that he really meant it when he said he was ready to let Bucky do what he wanted? What they both wanted?

“Holy shit, Rogers!“ Tony Stark blurted upon seeing him.

“Didn’t JARVIS tell you I was here?“ Steve crouched to pick up the clipboard Tony had dropped when Steve had apparently startled him. “I thought you were expecting me.“

Tony’s frown was incredulous. “I wasn’t. That’s not.” He pulled off the protective glasses he had been wearing and squinted at Steve’s bruised neck and bloodshot eyes. “Have you, oh, looked in the mirror today, Cap?”

Steve sighed. “Yeah, but I swear that has nothing to do with why I’m here.”

“Really,” said Tony. “You think maybe it should? I’d offer you an armor to stand guard or something, but that didn’t turn out great for me and Pep. Then again, your boyfriend clearly is a danger to your physical health, so-”

Interrupting, Steve pulled the set of STRIKE-issue magnetic cuffs out of his shield bag and said, “I was hoping you could either improve these or do something to make them a little less… SHIELDRA?” He didn’t have the energy to worry about whether he should be upset by the label Tony had given Bucky.

The question itself appeared to insult Tony. “Can I? Did you seriously just ask me that? Can I?” He took the cuffs. “Tell me you’re planning to use them for your safety. I don’t want to make it easier for him to beat you up.”

“He’s not beating me up,” Steve insisted tiredly. “He woke me up and I triggered him because I forgot...” when we were, what we were, “...to be careful.”

Tony Stark scoffed. “So, he is beating you up, but it isn’t his fault.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Capsicle.”

He started to rub at his face and immediately thought better of it. “Will you do it? Ideally, I’d like them to be relatively comfortable for several hours.” There was no fighting the rising flush. “Ah, comfortable to lie on, too. Not just to wear.”

Tony’s expression softened. “Yeah. Sure. I can do that.”

It was obvious, as soon as he stepped onto the floor and saw Bucky’s face, that the Winter Soldier had found a way to listen in on his conversations again.

“Buck…”

“I know they aren’t for me,” said Bucky, but he didn’t look like he knew.

“They’re not!”

“But. Are they for the asset?”

“No!” Steve only realized he hadn’t said it loudly enough or that Bucky was lost in a memory, when Bucky continued to talk.

“The girls were cuffed to the beds at night. To help them remember, not to stop them escaping.” He was smiling slightly, but it was wrong. “No one ever-”

“Jesus, Bucky, no. No, I’m not cuffing you to the bed. The cuffs are to use on me.”

Bucky stopped and Steve realized what had been so off before. Bucky hadn’t really been looking at him.

He was looking now.

“We’re not cuffing you to the bed,” he announced, focused and intense. “It’s not safe. I’m not safe. You gotta fight back better next time. You can’t count on confusing me.”

This was not a conversation Steve was interested in having for the umpteenth time. “No one is getting cuffed to the bed,” he said, and immediately knew he was turning pink.

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Punk?”

Well, that’s done it. “...Unless you’re into that?”

The expression dropped off Bucky’s face. “What,” he said, affectless.

Steve winced and fumbled for the words he needed. “Into me, I mean. In them. For you. So, they are for you, but not to use, except, fuck, I mean, to use on me. I-“

Still without discernible emotion, Bucky said, “I’m always into you, Stevie.” He turned away and walked into the bathroom without giving any more clues to what he was thinking or feeling.

Shit.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said aloud. Bucky would hear him, but he could pretend he hadn’t. “I could have thought this out better. I’m more comfortable with letting you do what you want if I know I can’t do anything you don’t want. That’s all. We don’t have to use them. Hell, Tony hasn’t even had a chance to do anything with them yet.”

The silence was long enough that Steve gave up on a response. There was no sound of Bucky doing anything in the bathroom, though, so Steve kept an ear out while he went about the first task that occurred to him and began to set out ingredients for sandwiches. Hot sandwiches. This wasn’t cooking, just assembling. The sandwich press had to be Steve’s favorite small kitchen appliance. Tony Stark had tried to tell him about maybe a dozen other things it could do, including burgers, bagels and small pizzas, but Steve and Bucky were mostly interested in hot sandwiches.

Lettuce was waste of space for them anyway. There weren’t very many calories in lettuce. If they wanted lettuce, they could put it in a salad and get junk calories from the dressing.

Had he heard a noise? No.

Salad. Half a dozen sandwiches was enough. He could make salad. They had some other vegetables. He could add sliced apples and maybe heat up some strips of steak. In the back of the fridge, they still had a most of a block of weird artisan farmer’s cheese made from raw milk with peppercorns. It was probably one of Tony’s attempts to broaden his horizons. It was fine in small quantities.

Apples. He would slice the apples first and they could eat them even without a whole salad.

“He’s had them twenty-two minutes,” said Bucky said from behind him. His voice was quiet but not so horribly flat now. “He is a genius.”

Steve put down the knife in a smooth motion that almost certainly did nothing to hide the fact that he had almost changed his grip on it. “Okay.”

“I don’t want us to be afraid of each other.”

Bucky had definitely noticed.

“Sorry. Stupid reflexes.” Steve tried to relax his neck and shoulders. It didn’t work so well.

“My friend in DC says it’s hard for people to make well-considered decisions when they’re afraid.”

Someday, Steve was going to find out exactly who Bucky’s friend was and thank him. Some of what Bucky repeated made him want to punch the guy, but that wasn’t an usual desire for Steve, so he couldn’t weigh it too heavily against all the good. Bucky didn’t respond nearly as positively to any professionals he had met in the Tower.

“I’m not afraid of you, Bucky. I’m afraid of me.”

“That’s stupid,” said Bucky. He picked up a sandwich and stalked to the corner of the entertainment area to eat it.

(A!A) I am aware it has been much longer than usual since my last post. I'm still here. I'm still alive. I'm still working on the last part of the last chapter.

(A!A) omg that was meant to be "unusual" not "usual" desire.

Everything is painful and beautiful. I'll just go cry myself to sleep over this masterwork of a mess. It's all good.

I had a prompt very similar to this in 3. Still very keen to see someone run with this no matter which party it's in. I crave thiiiiiis

(A!A) Thank you!

yes yes yes please i need this!!!!!!

With Halloween coming up, how about some occulty trash? The Nazis were quite fascinated by the occult, and the little we see of WWII-era Hydra suggests that they had a similar interest, if their search for the Tesseract was any indication. So...

Summoning tentacle demons and giving them the Winter Soldier as an offering, for tentacle sex, of course?

Trash Party Orgy as some sort of ritual?

Maybe that's how Wanda and Peitro got their powers? With the requisite fucking to confer the powers on them?

Perhaps a demonically-possessed Winter Soldier who has to fight with Bucky for control of the body they're forced to share, complete with mindfucking and possibly actual fucking?

Maybe the Winter Soldier gets to do the fucking for a change, as part of some initiation ritual for new recruits?

Have fun and be creative with this one, if anyone's up for it!

The Red Skull may be horrifying to look at, but he still has needs, needs that are not easily met with his super-serumed libido. What if in addition to forced labor, the prisoners at the weapons factory in Kreigsburg were also used to satisfy the Red Skull's sexual urges? This is not an enjoyable assignment for the prisoners, and for some of them it's their last assignment, with the Red Skull's sadistic streak.

Bucky is the latest in a long line of prisoners sent to service the Red Skull. He's heard rumors about what he's in for, but he has no idea how bad it might be. He soon finds out that the worst he could imagine pales in comparison to what's actually waiting for him. But Bucky is a fighter and a survivor, and he figures out how to survive this, too. He impresses the Red Skull enough, in fact, that he's brought back for another session. And another, and another. Finally, the Red Skull decides that Bucky is worthy of being handed over to Zola for experimentation with the new and improved serum. If the serum works, after all, the Red Skull can get a nearly indestructible plaything that can actually survive his most intense sessions.

can’t believe no one filled this one yet

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Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

HYDRA mocks Bucky's post-recovery sex life

Re: HYDRA mocks Bucky's post-recovery sex life

Re: Steve/Bucky, sadism

Re: HYDRA mocks Bucky's post-recovery sex life

body shaming, gaslighting, disordered eating

Re: Shaming or punishing Bucky for orgasms

Re: body shaming, gaslighting, disordered eating

Re: Shaming or punishing Bucky for orgasms

Re: Shaming or punishing Bucky for orgasms

40s Bucky getting raped by the higher-up

Re: 40s Bucky getting raped by the higher-up

Re: 40s Bucky getting raped by the higher-up

Fill: Just Like He Was Meant To Be

Re: The House Wins (3/?)

Re: Fill: Just Like He Was Meant To Be

Re: Fill 110b/110: Undeniable Plausibility - On to the aftermath!

Re: Fill 110b/110: Undeniable Plausibility - On to the aftermath!

Re: Fill 110b/110: Undeniable Plausibility - On to the aftermath!

Re: Fill 110b/110: Undeniable Plausibility - On to the aftermath!

Re: 40s Bucky getting raped by the higher-up

Re: Fill 110b/110: Undeniable Plausibility - On to the aftermath!

Re: 40s Bucky getting raped by the higher-up

Hydra Occult Trash

Red Skull fucks Bucky

Re: 40s Bucky getting raped by the higher-up