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Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

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Before the war, some time after they get together, Steve finds out Bucky has a thing for getting gangbanged. After the initial jealousy, they talk it through and come to an arrangement: Bucky can go out and take all the dicks (maybe while Steve watches...and jerks off furiously), but only if at the end of the night, when Bucky’s a sloppy fucked-out wreck, Steve is the one who gets to go last, to finally stake his claim and fuck him, give him one final load to let him know who he belongs to.

Flash forward to post-WS, Steve and Bucky get captured by HYDRA. A trash party on Bucky ensues, (while Steve is forced to watch), etc etc, they escape. Cue horrible, filthy trash aftermath sex that maybe neither of them are really ready for, because - unlike all the other trash parties Bucky has been subjected to over the years - Steve’s here now, and Bucky needs Steve to remind him just who he belongs to.

Bonus: my trash kingdom for all the twisted parallels between the consensual and noncon scenes, e.g Steve (lovingly) dirty talking/slut-shaming Bucky versus HYDRA joking about how many fists the Asset can take, etc etc

YES, PLEASE. YOU ARE SINGING MY TRASH SONG, FRIEND.

I normally don't like bottom!Bucky, but I love this prompt so hard.

NA - Well I exclusively like bottom!Bucky and OP is singing my song. If I can get the juices flowing for it I might try to tackle this.

I'm writing this!
Pre-war cockslut Bucky who then needs to deal with the reality of getting raped is my jam.

Due to timeframe, I'm assuming you want skinny!steve for the first part? I personally have a thing for tiny top!steve, but what you want? So far your jam is totally my jam

Starting out somewhat off prompt, but I will be hitting the initial V1 gangbang eventually. I just thought this would be a sexy way to initiate the conversation. ....and I love possessive Steve. Bucky is HIS, whether Bucky likes/knows it or not.

“Ah! …Yes! Again!!” Bucky arched, springs of the small bed protesting their movement. The shades were drawn. Thank god the neighbors weren’t home.
Steve groaned and collapsed on top of him. “I can’t again, Buck. I’m tired.”
Bucky mumbled, clutching the pillow closer to his face, twitching his hips for more.
“You already got yours, how can you possibly want more?”
“I just need it, Stevie. Please, more?”
Steve rolled over, wrapping his limbs around the larger man, gently kissing his ear. “You’re so desperate,”
Bucky whined, allowing Steve access to his neck, hoping to get bit and sucked. His demands were met as Steve bruised the sinewy muscle below his collar line, but nothing went farther.
Steve wasn’t his first, but he was the first Bucky wanted a relationship with. Bucky lost his virginity from an older man while working at the docks. Men fucked hard and fast over there. No privacy, constantly on edge, the fear of getting caught. All lust. He regularly gave blowjobs and when the opportunities arose, other sexual favors. He had quite an underground reputation at the docks of being the one to go to for a good time. He never told Steve about these escapades. They didn’t mean anything, and they were a good way to make a few extra dollars on the side.
Several of the men knew each other, as escapades were becoming more frequent. Eventually they were becoming harder to hide, especially as his relationship with Steve was becoming more intimate. Before, sex with Steve was infrequent and more about kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, fragile and timid. Now, as they grew more familiar with each other’s bodies, secrets were shared. Bucky loved having his hair pulled, loved giving head, and getting fucked. He liked Steve being feisty and manhandling him. From time to time Steve would ride his lap, but overall Bucky’s preference was to bottom. Sometimes Steve would ride him just to hear him begging about how he’d rather get fucked.
So with this elevated sexual activity, and the preference of Steve topping. The overlap of Bucky coming home loose and Steve wanting sex was bound to happen. He played it cool until the other slid a finger in to prep him and he was wet in a way that no ‘self prep’ would.
Steve was shocked by what slid down his finger. The other man’s cum dripped on the bed. Bucky inhaled and blushed, adverting his gaze, he couldn’t meet Steves. It took Steve a moment before jerking his hand back, his face crinkled in disgust.
“Buck! What’s this?” Knowing full well what. Pinning the other’s thighs open with his bony hands, making him unable to shrink away.
Bucky shivered. He felt sick, slightly exhilarated, but sick. This could go very wrong for him.

Cliff hanger! I will write more.

*gulp*

*sharp inhale*

Okay, more of this, please.

“Ah…” Bucky thought of a way to explain.
“I SAID, what is this!?” Steve shoved the hand between his legs again, two fingers opening him up. Shoving the hand in front of his friend’s face, watching the fluid string between his fingers and roll down his hand. He looked close to crying. The blonde’s expression was hurt, angry, betrayed…… the type of passionate expression that happened right before he started one of his infamous fights. Just….he couldn’t believe this was happening with his best friend.

Bucky decided to tell him the truth. He couldn’t lie to him.
“I’ve been messing around with the guys from the docks,” He swallowed, shakily doing his best to hold the other’s gaze.
Steve leapt at him, invading his space, grabbing his shoulders, “Why!?
“It doesn’t mean anything. I only love you, Stevie,”
Steve silently fumed, his disapproval apparent.

“It started before we started. A man has needs, and I didn’t know you’d ever be okay with going this far,”
Steve pulled him upright so he was sitting on the bed.

“I keep em because they give me what you can’t, and I get a bit of money on the side from it.”

“Are you saying I’m not good enough! You’re a whore, Bucky!”
“No! No, Steve! I love what we have! It’s just, with your health issues an all, and at first we didn’t do it all that much! I’ll stop I swear!” That sounded bad, but he hopes Steve knew what he meant.
“Aren’t you worried about danger! Getting found out! Killed!”
“They’re decent guys just trying to blow off some steam, and you know I can hold my own in a fight. I can tell ‘em I have a steady partner now and stop,” Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s face, pleading.
Steve shoved his hands away, throwing Bucky backwards. “What can they give that I can’t give you!”
Bucky whined, “……I just……like to be used by multiple men. But at the end of the day, I know I’m yours,”
“That’s right you are,” Steve pinned him by the hair, “Are you still up for tonight so I can reclaim my territory?”
“Yes, take me back. Use me, I’m yours,”
Steve captured his mouth in a rough kiss, biting his lip and tongue. “I don’t even need to prep you, do I? You’re so loose and wet, you must be pretty resilient, I’ve been fucking you all this time thinking you were a virgin,”
“Oh Steve, you knew I wasn’t a virgin,”
“You told me it was a woman’s fingers, not some man’s cock. There’s a difference.” He plunged in, jerking his hips abruptly, bottoming out.
“Mmm…. Feels weird,”
“It’s pre-lubricated….. Just for you,” He pulled Steve into a kiss as the other tries not to lose himself abruptly at the thought. “Do you like it?”
“Mnnhnn, Yes….” Fiery rage replaced with lust, the smaller began slamming in abruptly, causing the brunette to jerk and moan. A small hand found his hair and wrenched his head to the side.
“But you’re mine, always come home to me,”
“Yeessss….” Bucky slung a leg over the other’s shoulder for a better angle, last of the other man’s contents leaking out as the new member stirred his insides.
“You’re such a slut”
“Yeah?” Bucky’s mind was hazy, “Do you want to watch sometime? I think it’d be fun to take someone else’s dick and get you all riled up. There’s a couple of them. I know four guys at the dock who will do me,”
Steve choked, “You’d never come back from that,”
“It’d be glorious. Four in a row? Can you imagine?”
“Yeah, I can!” Steve pounded into him harder,
“You’re my little spitfire,”
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Part 1 done! I've had a lot of time today. Might skip over part 2 (consensual gangbang) for now, because I feel their dirty talk gives a pretty good idea what's to come and I really wanna rape Bucky now.

Onto the trash party! I want to make him forget all his fun and games by getting dicked and abused by a bunch of hydra agents. Whump yes.

How many do you think he can take? And what yummy sick things can they do with his healing factor? Poor Steve just looks on and screams.

(OP) Yay for skinny!Steve topping Bucky - my fave. And I am all about that Bucky whump if you decide to go that direction!

Wow my heart melted while reading this prompt

Hey! I started working on a fill for this, but wanted to ask - are you okay with an underlying D/s dynamic between them? (And is there anything you don't want to see?)

I don't want to run too far in that direction if it's not what you're looking for. Thanks!

(OP) Hell yeah, that sounds great! In terms of things I do/don’t want to see, I’d really prefer the focus to be on Bucky bottoming (though a little switching is fine if you really want to go that way, bottom Steve just really isn’t my thing, especially when he’s pre-serum.) Good luck with your writing, if you have any more queries/concerns let me know! <3

(AYRT) Great, thank you!

Bucky was right next to him. The magnetic cuffs hung them from the ceiling so only their toes touched the floor. His shoulders hurt. Bucky’s metal arm sparked from where the electron burst shorted it, his real shoulder might have been dislocated. The weapon compromised vibranium, making Steves shield weak, as well as the arm. Weak enough to get them both captured.
This was one of the old winter soldier facilities. It was supposed to be building a new ‘model’; a new Asset even stronger than before. It was ignorant to think they wouldn’t have built faculties to neutralize and contain something that powerful.
Bucky’s muscles tightened as the men approached him. He wasn’t The Soldier anymore, the programming had been erased. He wasn’t that half conscious, detached doll on autopilot anymore; doing what he was told and accept what was done to him.
Steve knew about his past. Most nights he’d woken screaming about it in in bloody detail. Steve would soothe him, gently pinning his thrashing limbs to his body in an embrace. Bucky jerked and twisted beneath him, hyperventilating and crying.
Steve watched as the love of his life struggled to maintain control. Brunette keeping his face down, shielded by his hair. The men traced hands down his body, starting at his wrist, smoothing the touch down to his pecs.
“He’s gotten bulkier. What you been feedin him, Cap? His tits are so soft,” the handler rolled the flesh in his hand, evaluating it.
Bucky bit his lip. Steve had always enjoyed his body. Before when he was athletically lean, small Steve would marvel at him. Running his hands along Bucky’s shoulder’s and down his arms, telling him how strong and beautiful he was, and how honored Steve was to have such a man submit to him.
When Steve got bigger sex had new potential. Bucky thought he was hallucinating when he woke from the table, and not only was Steve there and he was rescued, but Steve was HOT. He would beg the bigger man to roughhouse and choke him, but Steve was just too gentle, afraid of hurting him.
When he stopped being the Winter Soldier, and his relationship with Steve resumed, Steve was less cautious, appreciating Bucky’s new serum induced curves with his mouth before flipping him over and taking him, making him feel exhilarated and powerless.
Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head, remembering. Steve’s hands on him, holding him down. Hands on his thighs, his shoulders, his throat….
“You didn’t give him a haircut though, you like pulling it too?” Another man jerked Bucky’s head to the side, bringing him back to consciousness. A tear slipped from his eye.
Steve grit his teeth. Bucky’s eyes were glassy.
The man teasingly slapped Bucky’s face, “Hey! I hear you think you’re a person again?” A hand slipped lower to painfully pinch at his dick, which was steadily becoming hard. The handler smiled, “Good boy. Are you relaxing your ass for us too? Because theres a lot of people here who miss you,”
Bucky’s eyes rolled over to look at Steve. His body was trembling. The men tore his uniform open exposing his chest. “You don’t have chest hair?” A man bent forward and ran his tongue from Bucky’s navel up to his neck, stopping to ravage his pert nipples. Bucky nervously bit his tongue and squirmed as the other man’s tongue traveled up to his ear.
He did that for Steve, kept his chest clean. Steve would love him either way, but when he first came back and Steve saw…. That look on his face. Lust for this novelty….
“Does Captain America tell you he loves you?” The breath in his ear was hot, “Why did you want to leave? We treated you well,” A hand crept around to Bucky’s ass and squeezed, a second hand pulled his cheeks apart. Somebody undid his belt and pulled it out of his pants, another pulled his pants around his ankles.
“You still wear little black briefs, cute.”
Bucky willed his mind to other places. The apartment. Steve. Steve playing with his underwear… Inspecting him in them. Playfully snapping the band. Deviously blushing and commenting on how tiny they were…. No. No.

I need to get to the actual gangbang part, but the parallels are just so yummy to write. I will stay closer to the prompt next post

Not OP, but please don't apologize. OMG, this is delicious.

This makes my trash heart sing. Love your writing!

Thank you so much! I am trying hard. I'm glad someone enjoys my dirty mind and cheesy dialogue.

He should have kept his mouth shut, but…Steve. Think of Steve. “….Steve,” He strained against his bonds, angling his body the best he could towards his lover. If this was any other situation, Steve would have blushed. He did look attractive, arms above his head, in a predicament, begging…. But there was a knife involved, and multiple men with the specific interest in making sure they would not be alright.
They had started consent play recently, to help Bucky deal with his trauma. Negotiated ‘rape’. If it was up to Steve, he wouldn’t have. He was more into enthusiastic consent, so the first part weirded him out, but the ‘No, no, no! Yes, Yes! Yes!” dynamic seemed to be soothing for the other. To be out of control, but safe…
….And in the throws of being pinned down and taken, after the initial scene, Bucky would tell him how wonderful he was, he was meant for “just you, only you. Never anyone else” And kiss him with that hot mouth, that dirty mouth. Steve’s heart ached.
Bucky grunted as someone dragged a knife over his skin. His hair prickled. Steve, think of Steve. He breathed and tried to chuckle, rolling his eyes at the hydra agent, “Are you trying to scare me? Because now I’m turned on,” It wasn’t his fault. Think of Steve. Think of Steve. Think of all the times with Steve. This isn’t real. This is all planned.
A false front. Steve could tell he was scared. But Bucky’s dick reacted. Steve wanted to throw that hydra agent across the room, cut the other down, and run. But how to get free…
They hydra agent smirked at him and traced the knife down to his briefs, sliding it between the elastic and his skin. Cutting down to the leg hole caused them to pop and slip down. Intact leg hole catching on the muscular bulge of Bucky’s thigh.
Somebody licked his neck, attempting to draw his attention from Steve.
“Come on now, give us nice kiss for Captain America to see,” The agent pressed his lips to Bucky’s. Bucky froze, accepting the kiss but not opening his mouth to comply.
“That wasn’t very nice, have you forgotten what to do? Brain damaged still? If we give you a couple smacks will that get ya going again,” The handler jostled his face. Bucky let himself be moved.
Too scared for a snarky retort. Steve would have never been too scared to stop fighting…. Steve. He didn’t have his programming anymore. Why. Why.
Hand’s wrapped around his genitals, “At least muscle memory hasn’t faded.” The asset’s cock grew in his hand. “You’re like Pavlov’s dog, you know what’s coming next,”
“Aren’t you happy we let you keep these?” The handler wrenched the asset’s balls away from his body. Bucky whimpered as a clamp was applied, pulling his testicles taunt. “I think you enjoy us torturing them as much as we do, but we don’t want you enjoying this too much,” The hand twisted and Bucky shuddered.
Bucky bit his lip. The weight was uncomfortable, and would only would get worse as he was fucked and it was jostled. This was not something he could relate to Steve. It was too weird to bring up. It was…. It was…..
“Who’s going to fuck him first?” More agents had gradually come in the door, Steve assumed they had been watching on cameras, deciding it was close enough to the ‘good part’ to be worthwhile. He clenched his fist, wanting to knock out every single one of them.
Fingers were roughly shoved into him, more to feel him out than actual prep. He tried to relax. They buckled a choke collar around his neck. The man wrapped it around his knuckles and gave it a playful pull. Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head as air supply and blood flow was diminished.

BUT WAIT. THERE'S MORE.

*Sets up camp*

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