#cw:dubcon/noncon

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I'd actually like to rec my own fics rn lol

I recently wrote two Stucky fics, they're technically a series, but can be enjoyed separately too

The first one, Practice Makes Perfect, is Stucky as teens in the 30s where Steve asks Bucky to show him how to kiss. The second one, Trial & Error, is Stucky in Wakanda and it's a BDSM fic with Sadist Bucky and Masochist Steve.

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Guillermo the Heartless - Guillermo x Nandor One-shot Smut - *MIND THE WARNINGS*

WWDITS Masterlist

Summary: Guillermo is a vampire and Nandor is his human familiar and sex slave.

A/N: This is cursed.

Warnings: Non-con elements, Dub-con, Manipulation, Praise kink, Dom/sub, humiliation, dead dove dead dove

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“You could throw me down and walk on me And I'd just look on through my love and through the haze.” --Nightingale, Saves the Day

Guillermo the Heartless looks down at his flushed, panting familiar spread out for him like a needy sacrifice. Nandor's mouth is open and every few seconds a keening moan falls from those luscious lips as he works himself open with frantic desperation. 

"That's good, Nandor," Guillermo praises,  his cold eyes fixed on the throbbing vein in his familiar's cock. He can hear the thundering rush of blood flowing to the human's genitals. "You better be ready for me by the time I finish undressing. Because I'm fucking you no matter what."

The human makes a strangled sound and adds a third finger to the two already stretching and scissoring his hole open. Nandor is a vision like this. His long, dark hair, usually kept up in a sensible bun, cascades over his shoulders, tendrils falling across his face and sticking to the sweat on his brow. Guillermo’s gaze lingers on the dark hair covering his broad chest and extending down over his soft belly where his heavy, untouched cock weeps precum.

“Yes, master,” Nandor’s deep, accented voice is at odds with the tone of absolute submission. “I’ll be ready for you. Please…! I’ll be--I’ll be a good boy for you.”

Guillermo smirks, taking his time folding his sweater and setting it on top of the gleaming black coffin before moving on to unbuttoning his shirt. He relishes how fully his human has surrendered to him. It wasn’t so long ago that the man fought Guillermo over every single kiss and caress. Now, look at him. Fucking himself at his master’s feet, desperate for his cock.

This is what you can have when you actually take care of your fucking familiars, Guillermo muses with a slight shiver of annoyance.

It was six months ago that he won Nandor in a game of cards from that dipshit Simon the Devious. They call Guillermo heartless, but he’s never starved any of his human thralls. Nandor was skin and bones and deeply suspicious of his new master when he first came to live at the house. Guillermo, recognizing an opportunity, slowly and painstakingly built his familiar back up again. He gave him food, he bathed him, he clothed him and gave him gifts. All Nandor had to do in exchange was submit. It started out slow, with Nandor only being allowed food if he would eat it from his master’s hands. That part was simple. The man was dying of starvation, he put up very little resistance. Guillermo gradually moved on to more intimate training. Kissing, touching, sucking, fucking. And every time Nandor was a good boy, every time he did as he was asked without question, he would get a reward.

Now, Guillermo has his human so well trained that his praise is reward enough. Nandor craves it like a drug. He begs for it, degrades himself for it. And Guillermo, heartless as ever, takes pleasure in watching the pathetic human mewl for his attention. For his love. 

Love. He’s fully aware of Nandor’s little human feelings for him. He’s heard him crying out through the ether in his sleep. Master, master! I love you I love you I love you. How stupid to fall in love with someone like Guillermo. How inevitable.

“Turn around, Nandor,” Guillermo injects steel into his voice. “You don’t get to look at me tonight. I don’t like the way you talked back to Nadja earlier.”

Nandor removes his lube-slicked fingers and scrabbles up onto his hands and knees, coming down to rest on his elbows with his ass in the air. He lets out a choked sob at his master’s words and Guillermo is pretty sure he’d seen tears flood his eyes before he turned around. He’s so fucking sensitive.

He kneels down on the lush fur rug and nudges Nandor’s legs wider apart. The tip of Guillermo’s erection brushes the backs of Nandor’s thighs as he leans over his familiar’s back and strokes his hands down his sides affectionately.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Guillermo whispers and the soft tone is what does it. It always does, that’s why he’s used it. Nandor starts crying in earnest, his shoulders shaking with heavy sobs. Guillermo feels his cock twitch and bites back a groan before continuing, “Shhh...you can make it up to me if you take my cock like a good boy. You want to make it up to me, don’t you?”

Nandor falls apart, his head slipping down to rest on his forearms as he bawls, “Yes, yes, please, master. I’m good. I’m good!”

“I know you are, sweet boy,” Guillermo breathes and then he lines himself up and sinks into Nandor in one, swift, brutal thrust. Nandor cries out at the sudden intrusion, clenching around his master’s dick until Guillermo is cursing, “Fuck, yeah, baby. You still have a little fight left in you? Even after all this time?”

Nandor, thinking he’s displeased his master again, says in a panicky whisper, “No! No, master. I want it. I want you. I do...please…”

“Shut up,” Guillermo orders, snapping his hips back and watching as Nandor’s ass jiggles with the impact. He kneads his hands into the thick flesh at his human’s hips and pulls him back against him with every thrust. “You’ve done enough talking tonight, don’t you think?”

In truth, Guillermo knows that Nandor did nothing wrong tonight. Nadja can be a drama queen and overly sensitive. She’d come to him to report that his familiar had “talked back to her” when she asked him to assist with retrieving one of her skulls which had inexplicably fallen down the well. Guillermo told her to fly down the well and get it herself and to stop asking his familiar to do dangerous tasks. But Nandor doesn’t know that. And Guillermo likes to keep him on his toes.

“Disrespecting vampires,” Guillermo taunts with a particularly vicious thrust that sends Nandor’s face skidding off of his forearms and onto the rug. “That’s unacceptable behavior, Nandor. Really it’s...nggh...it’s enough to make me second guess taking you on as a familiar. I know Simon would be...ugh...delighted to have you back in his fold.”

The words are absolutely without any weight. Guillermo would never send Nandor back to live with that asshole. But he is interested to see what kind of reaction he can get from the human. He loves fucking Nandor while he’s crying. His emotions are absolutely...delicious.

In the months he’s had him, Guillermo has avoided mentioning Simon around Nandor, supposing that the subject would be painful. But now that Nandor’s a healthy, happy little sex slave, Guillermo feels the need to pick at the scab. Still, he’s surprised by what he gets.

Nandor shuts down. His muscles, straining and tense only a second before, relax into dead weight and the man curls in on himself as much as the awkward position allows. Guillermo can hear the faintest hitches and squeaks of suppressed tears and Nandor’s voice, softer than soft, pleading, “Please no, no, no, no…”

Guillermo’s heart--he does have one, despite popular belief--squeezes and he feels the desire to take back his words at once. But that’s not how this works. Not yet, anyway.

“You think you deserve to be my familiar, you disobedient little slut?” Guillermo growls, gabbing Nandor’s hair in his fist and pulling his head back, dragging him up off the floor until his back is flush with Guillermo’s heaving chest. He’s so fucking close now, thrusting raggedly up into his human at this slightly awkward new angle. “Give me your neck”

The words are a familiar command and Nandor obeys at once, reaching up to brush his hair away as he tilts his head to one side. Guillermo leans forward and tears into his human’s throat. His cock finally going rigid and shooting his seed inside Nandor as his mouth fills with the man’s hot, thick blood. 

Guillermo pulls out, his semen slowly spilling from Nandor’s hole as he continues to feed from him. Nandor, the good, good boy...the best boy, really...is limp and pliable in Guillermo’s arms. His erection is still aching and hard between his legs and Guillermo idly wonders if he should take care of him tonight. He has been so good…

He reaches around and curls his soft, cool fingers around the thick base of his human’s cock. Nandor gasps in surprise and the words trip off his tongue like a prayer, “Thank you, master!”

Guillermo jerks him off perfunctorily and he finishes his feeding. He feels Nandor’s muscles jump and twitch as he reaches his climax, but the human remains unusually quiet. Normally, Nandor is all broken moans and needy cries. Once he’s finished, Guillermo withdraws his fangs with one final lick of the bloody wound. He pulls back, watching Nandor flinch forward and hug his knees into his chest, looking up at Guillermo with a fear and uncertainty in his eyes that hasn’t been there in months.

“Are you going to give me back to Simon?” Nandor asks and his voice is so quiet yet poignant that Guillermo feels as though a tuning fork has been struck inside his chest.

“Come here, please,” Guillermo’s voice is a soft command despite the “please.” He holds his arms out and Nandor crawls forward, burying himself into his master’s side and pressing his bearded face against Guillermo’s soft chest with a relieved sigh.

“I am never going to give you back to that asshole,” Guillermo says, dropping a kiss onto the crown of Nandor’s head and lingering to breath in the sweet, shampoo scent of his thick hair. “I’m never giving you away to anybody, baby. You’re mine. Only mine.”

Nandor’s strong arms tighten around his master’s middle and Guillermo feels his tears trickling down onto his chest. He wonders if Nandor is even coherent enough yet to think about the basic hypocrisy of what Guillermo has just said. Because the vampire does, in fact, give Nandor away from time to time. Loaning him out to Nadja and Laszlo when the couple need a third partner for their sexcapades, ordering him to go down on vampire acquaintances during social gatherings… Guillermo gets off on watching his familiar degrade himself with other vampires. But the part he loves the most is the way Nandor always comes flying back to him after whatever unmentionable deed is done. Eager for praise, desperate for the reassurance of his master’s touch. His Nandor. 

“I love you, master,” Nandor’s voice hitches with silent sobs and Guillermo realizes how much his idle threat has spooked the poor human. Nandor’s never said those words to him out loud before. Not while awake, anyway.

Guillermo cards his fingers through Nandor’s long hair, humming a tuneless melody for him and resting his cheek on the top of his head. 

“I know you do, baby,” he acknowledges, and that’s all Nandor is going to get.

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hey there, I’d like to rec my own fic that I just started posting if that’s okay! it’s called Dark Paradise by Loubrator on ao3, it’s an A/B/O Mafia AU that deals with some dark themes here and there, it’s also an enemies to lovers fic!! thank you so much for all you do, sending you loadsa love xxx

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Dark Paradise* by Loubrator (WIP | 5,088 | E) *graphic violence, dubcon/noncon, attempted rape/noncon, further warnings in a/n

Steve has been living and working in New York all his life, but he's always been fortunate enough not to cross paths with the Mafia that reigns over the city. Until now.

When his deceased parents' secrets come to light and Steve has to look for safety, the head of the Mafia, George Barnes, volunteers to take him in and makes it his son's job to look after the Omega.

Murders happen, betrayals are unveiled, and soon Steve finds himself on the arm of Bucky Barnes, the most powerful Alpha in all of New York.

("Us two together make hell nervous, sweetheart," Bucky whispers, "come with me, let me lead you into my dark paradise.")

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For the anon asking for sex addiction recovery, the tag DOES have one! What's not living can never really die by TyrantTirade

Thank you for writing in!

What's not living can never really die* by TyrantTirade (oneshot | 4,319 | E) *chose not to warn, dubcon/noncon

Steve's got those eyes, freshly fucked and a little stoned on it, glassy and even bluer than they usually are. His hair is a mess and he trips trying to get his pants up. He looks like an idiot but he still looks beautiful.

Bucky thinks he's beautiful every time, and there's been a lot of damn times.

Part 8 of MCU kink bingo

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just wanted to pop in and rec the “ready to comply” series by onymousann. it’s criminally underrated in my opinion, and a must-read if you’re into bdsm-verse fics. the identity porn trope is so well done here, i’m literally on the edge of my seat waiting for the next installment. go check it out!!!

Thank you for writing in!

Ready to Comply*  by onymousann (series, ongoing | 17,093 | M) *chose not to warn, dubcon/noncon, abuse, drugs

As an operative of SHIELD, Steve’s intentions toward the Winter Soldier have never wavered. The assassin deserved a bullet to the brain, and Steve has never had any compunctions about being the one to provide it.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hi, I never submitted anything before and I don’t know if this is how it’s done. I was about to ask for your help in finding this fic when I managed on my own and thought why not reccomend it. It’s excellent.

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Looking for a fic where Steve has some kind of issues controlling his emotions so shield implant some kind of port to automatically inject drugs into his system whenever he feels overloaded. I remember he was separated from Bucky cause he triggered this emotional overload, and was off working with the Agents of Shield and Coulson. Bucky and Steve get reunited for a mission, which ends with Steve ripping out the port in order to “be” with Bucky.

This one?

Songs About Happiness, Murmured In Dreams* by Whendoestheshipsail (complete | 29,786 | E) *graphic violence, rape/noncon, dubcon/noncon, HTP, heed the tags

Steve Rogers died in 1955. After a mission, but before they’d both been sent back to cryo. Steve had died on top of him, bleeding out from bullet wounds meant for Bucky. Bucky’s lived with the secrets of what they were to each other, how exactly Hydra got the both of them to comply, going on missions with Nat and Tony, and as long as he doesn’t dream about the past, then he’s almost okay. Then the base where Steve died is discovered and Bucky has to go in to clear it. Behind a wall is a cryo tube holding an alive Steve Rogers. Decades later, still brainwashed by Hydra and wanting to please his handler. How do they go on when the only way to survive is to be apart?

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Can I get some Hydra Wins, kinda dark but a happy ending? Preferably no Hydra Cap, but WS!Bucky is fine.

I made this search for you so you can check back, but for now I only found two results:

Gotta have faith* by arxiver (complete | 33,287 | E) *rape/noncon, dubcon, check the tags

Hydra takes over the world, and Steve and Bucky are the first Avengers to be captured. After months of torture, they are brought back together. And then Bucky goes into heat.

Or the story of how Bucky gets pregnant through sex pollen, and learns to love his child before Hydra takes it away. Can he get out and save his child from a life raised under Hydra?

What Remains* by Annaelle, Juulna (oneshot | 13,676 | M) *graphic violence

Over 900 million estimated dead in initial wave, Bucky read.

Gut-churning fear gripped him, and Bucky had to consciously control his breathing. He couldn’t read the rest of this… this… hopefully it was a joke; a sick, terrible joke to go along with this tomb he’d woken in. Maybe this was a nightmare. Hopefully. But Bucky knew, deep in his core, in his mind, that this was all real.

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He’d lost Bucky, before they’d even gotten a chance to figure out what they could be, before Steve had been able to find the words to tell Bucky that he loved him, that he had since the day they’d met and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stop.

He’d failed Bucky and then he’d failed the world, because he should have stopped Schmidt. He should have been faster and better and he didn’t know how to deal with the guilt that swamped him every time he was handed reports on the outside world.