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Can we get a Bucky recaptured by Hydra and John Walker as his handler? Obviously he has to be broken again and reconditioned.

Sorry, we both kind of drifted off into a fandomless void a while ago (it’s as hellish as it sounds) and neither of us have seen the show. If anyone else is interested in taking this on, maybe interact with this post so anon can see?

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Hey there, I was wondering if the htp community truly has moved on to discord and how one could get an invite? :)

Hi! To my knowledge, there are two active discord servers, I can invite you to the one here:

https://discord.gg/kbWy8SP3

For the other one, I don’t have much to do with but possibly @shinelikethunder or @buckybleeds could be more use to you???

Hope this helps and apologies to the two I tagged if this was not the right call, I wouldn’t know who else to recommend :)

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“Hold him still.”

“That’ll teach him not to bite.”

“And if it doesn’t, he’s got another thirty one to help the message to sink in.”

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— Nikita Gill.

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It has been a while since we hurt Bucky. This needs to change.

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🤗

We have been blessed!! Thank you!! 🥰

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Hey! I know this is kind of a longshot, but it seems like the fandom and HTP are dying and I’m searching for rp buddies. Help a girl out? 😅

Hi!! We don’t really do rp but maybe some of our followers might be??

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Hello just wanted to say I love Bucky whump so glad I stumbled upon your blog. Also do you want to join a small Hydra Trash Party discord server? It's only about four people large. I'll come off anon if you want the link/answer this.

He’s the BEST boy to hurt!! Oooooo really?? That would be very cool, I don’t know if we can do private messages on this blog so I’ll contact you through my main once you come off anon! Thank you, that’s so sweet you want us to join!!!

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- Toes scrunching while whumpee writhes in pain

- Trailing bloody footprints. Even better if it’s their own blood

- Limping.

- Prolonged foot injury like broken bones that stop them from escaping/leave them stuck and more reliant on the whumper/captive

- Having to walk on broken glass

- Removing boots that have been on too long/worn through a lot of rough movement, revealing blistered and bleeding feet

Bare Feet Whump

-In a tub of water before they are tortured with electricity

-Shoes taken away because it isn’t like they are leaving anytime soon

-Cold against the tile floor of the examination room

-Padding quietly down the hall escorted by guards

-Restraints around ankles chafe against the tops of the feet

-No shoes because not trusted with anything they could use to harm themself or others

-Cut and bleeding from attempting to run away through the woods

-Frostbite when kept outside for too long

-Limp as they are dragged away

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34 and 2 please? with the asset

Sorry this took so long! I hope you’re still checking or hopefully able to see anyway!! Not exactly 100 words, I got a little carried away but I hope it’s worth it!

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“Please.”

The agent loosens his hold on the asset’s throat. The asset slumps back against his chest, gasping and wheezing. He’s been at this for longer than the asset can keep track of in this dank cell; gripping his throat until he can’t breathe and releasing it, giving him barely seconds to catch his breath before choking him again. The intervals between constricting him get shorter and shorter each time and now he’s desperate, lightheaded and woozy.

“Yes?” His voice is filled with that air of danger that has the asset gripping on the agents knees, bracing himself.

“I...” The asset trembles. He wants to beg him to stop but he knows this game. The agent’s mouth presses close to his ear; hot breath wet and intrusive.

“Be very careful how you finish that sentence,” he warns, smirk evident in his too soft voice. The fingers on the asset’s neck tighten and it’s nothing but threat. Promise.

He tries to guess where this will go if he says what he wants to. His eyes strain awkwardly in search of what fills their immediate surroundings, not daring to move an inch and encourage the agent to respond. They land on the bolt cutters off near his right, a scalpel just next to those. They’re both within arms reach and this agent just loves to fuck with his flesh hand. His blood curdles because yes, they’re a likely sum.

“Please,” he chokes twisting his own plea before it’s too late. “M-more.”

“Oh, you’re enjoying this, huh?” The agent laughs, cutting his air again until the asset’s body squirms without his own permission.

The asset’s bloodshot eyes fill with tears once again, spilling over to draw shimmering trails down his reddened cheeks. He closes them as he nods his head slowly, his every reflex fighting against his movements when he tilts his head back to bare his throat. The lesser of two evils. It comes out more like a sob but he forces out the word regardless. “Please.”

The agent hushes him with a stroke to the cheek but those fingers return to his neck. His air stops and his vision wavers before he has time to be thankful it’s not the bolt cutters. At least if he passes out from this, the pain will stop for a little while.

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how did the asset become its name/handle? i mean, i've been using it since forever but can't put my finger on where i heard it first.

I think the first time it’s used in the movies is from Rumlow?? “Bring in the Asset.” I don’t think it was used before that???

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asset, 29. also please could you use pronouns of "it" instead of "him" (if you feel so incline, ofc.)

“Kneel down.”

The asset kneels.

“Why does it do that?”

“What?”

“Obey you.”

“It’s designed to obey.”

“But why does it obey when it knows it’s going to be punished?”

Rumlow doesn’t answer him, turns back to the asset. “Neck.”

The asset bares its throat. Rumlow prods it with the stun baton and grins as its body convulses and falls forwards onto its hands.

“Get up.”

The asset obeys, limbs trembling and breath stuttered.

“Again.”

The asset bares its throat once again. Rumlow pets its cheek briefly before lining up the baton again.

“See, it knows where its loyalties lie.”

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asset, 7- broken wings?

The asset crawls forward as if it isn’t already too late to put as much space between himself and the agent as possible. Blood streaks down his sides, the hacked stumps in his back raw and exposed. 

“Idiot,” another agent smirks. “Clipping ‘em won’t work with his healing abilities, they’ll just grow back.” 

“What should I do?” 

“You want them gone for good, you gotta pull them out at the root, like weeds.” 

“Jesus...” 

When hands return to his back, the Asset whimpers and pleads - though, not nearly as loud as when he catches sight of the pliers and bolt cutters.

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Asset + 84, lab rat? :0

Excellent! Sorry for the delay. As it turns out, writing a drabble is surprisingly hard? Thank you for the request! ----- Shapes of light blur his vision. The room spins. Pain. A gloved hand rests cold against his sweaty forehead, pressing him back as the steel contraption unlocks from his cranium and lifts away. They speak above him. "--Soldier--." His eyes flicker up. There’s something familiar about them. The technician shakes his head. “He’s not responding. Turn it up.” Dials turn and he watches numbers on meters crawl higher, and that seems familiar also, but why? The headpiece descends. His brain says fight - and he remembers why when the crackling blue energy lights up the machine locking back onto his skull.

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If anyone wants to send a Bucky/Asset whump request, we would be delighted to write some drabbles! ANON IS ON NOW!

100 Drabble Challenge - Whump Edition

(Edit: tag your drabbles #100whumpdrabbles and I’ll reblog them)

“Don’t touch them”

Torture

Forced to watch

Held

Bruised

Mind

Broken Wings

Rescue

Helpless

Happy?

“No”

Confusion

Broken

“Let’s have some fun”

Control

Blood

Grief

Cut

Breathe

Apology

Safety

Fighting back

Punishment

Death

Alone

Flinch

Forgiven

Abuse

Brainwashing

Illness

Caretaker

Amnesia 

Hopeless

Forced to Enjoy It

Blame

Bleeding Out

Escape

Fall

Burns

Transform

Robotic

Relentless

Bleeding Out

Friendship

Frozen

Undead

Perfection

Nature

Humanity

Obsession

Rape

Crack

Kiss

Non consensual 

Collapsed

Begging

Unhealthy 

Forced to kill

Hero

Regret

Addicted

Dream

Twitch

Hesitation 

Unaware

If only

Forgotten

Darkness

Poison

Secret

Ironic

Painless

Brother

Cough 

Watching

Distraction

Precious

Soft

Bond

Suicidal

Redemption 

Love

Lost

Lab rat

“I’m okay”

Odd

Father

Stars

Villain

Dance

Lies

Belief

Betrayal 

Games

God

Forever

Drunk

Separated

Relationships

Pain

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The Body of Bucky Barnes: A Massage Therapist's Analysis

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Hi! Can I request number 10 for Bucky please. And if you want, can it involve Brock Rumlow (only if you're feeling that of course)

Hell yeah we can exploit Bucky’s phobias!

(for torture tuesday)

trigger warnings: insects; bees; hornets; wasps; brief mention of: spiders, snakes, and heights

Nothing much gets through to the Winter Soldier. The guy just isn’t afraid of anything. Which Brock Rumlow finds nothing short of disappointing.

Just last week, Rumlow sealed the guy in a tank full of spiders—hundreds and hundreds of motherfucking spiders—and the Soldier did nothing. Just stood there, blinking at Rumlow. Waiting.

The fuck is that about?

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