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Inside the Unstoppable Rise of Verzuz

Swizz Beatz, Timbaland, Alicia Keys, Ludacris, Lil Jon, Brandy, Monica, Patti LaBelle, and more tell the true story of the Instagram battle show that has become appointment viewing for the culture.

The multiplatinum Verzuz brain trust: Timbaland (left), at home in Miami, and Swizz Beatz (right), at home in San Diego.Timbaland: photograph by Devin Christopher; Swizz Beatz: photograph by Alissa Ashley

From GQ’s November 2020 issue, The Big Pivotexplores how nimble businesspeople in companies large and small—from an Austin, TX drive-in to an abstract painter to an Atlanta bookseller dedicated to Black literature—created communities and gave us hope in the middle of the pandemic. See all the stories here.

“Tim, this is a good time to call J.T.”

I’m on a Zoom call with Swizz Beatz and Timbaland, the multiplatinum super-producers and creators of Verzuz, when Swizz casually throws the suggestion out there. For those unfamiliar with early-aughts pop music, that’s “J.T.” as in “Justin Timberlake,” and Timbaland is flashing a mischievous grin. “I’m already on it,” he says, reaching for his phone to shoot a text to his friend and collaborator.

That’s how a lot of Verzuz matchups begin. As happy accidents. The original Verzuz got its start back in March, when stay-at-home orders effectively shut down clubs everywhere and we found ourselves scrolling through Instagram to see who was on Live doing what. One night, Timbaland popped up on his account, dancing and teasing the records that he’d been making while holed up in his studio. Suddenly, he called out for his brother Swizz: “Where you at?!”

The invitation led to them going Live together the following night for an epic five-hour soundclash in which they took turns playing their biggest hits and swapping stories. The format felt novel—part night out at the club, part Behind the Musicdocumentary—and it apparently had some legs: Over 20,000 fans tuned in, and by spring Verzuz was trademarked as a stand-alone brand.

The Instagram show quickly became one of the pandemic’s biggest success stories, as Swizz and Tim leveraged their connections to put together increasingly preposterous dream battles across R&B, hip-hop, gospel, and dancehall. Legends like Jill Scott vs. Erykah Badu. Nelly vs. Ludacris. Snoop Dogg vs. DMX. Gladys Knight vs. Patti LaBelle, in a firecracker showcase that Twitter users affectionately dubbed #AuntieChella. In a world where nightlife isn’t viable, folks are planning Verzuz watch parties online, filling out brackets to rank their favorite songs, and openly fantasizing on Twitter about the period-appropriate cosplay they would wear if they were to leave their living rooms (NBA jerseys and fitted caps for Fabolous vs. Jadakiss, Steve Madden platforms for Brandy vs. Monica).

But the real magic of Verzuz is the spontaneity, the sense that anything can happen. When Bounty Killer went up against Beenie Man for an in-person battle in Jamaica, for instance, their performance was so lit that the police showed up and tried to shut it down. “Come oooonnnn officer,” Rihanna pleaded in the comments as half a million viewers watched in suspense. “Tell the police go hooommeeee.”

The police soon relented, and the party continued.

Here, GQ talked to the artists and people behind Verzuz about how it became appointment viewing for the culture.

Swizz BeatzPhotograph by Alissa Ashley

While Verzuz seemingly began as counterprogramming for our lockdown lives, its origins can be traced back to 2007, when Swizz and Kanye West squared off in a beat battle at Hot 97’s Summer Jam concert—a tradition Swizz would continue with Just Blaze and, of course, Timbaland. Swizz and Tim’s 2018 Summer Jam battle sparked an idea for a tour that never had a chance to materialize. And then the pandemic hit.

Lena Waithe (Emmy-winning writer, producer of forthcoming Verzuz documentary): Like a lot of people, I didn't realize I was watching something that was about to evolve into something. I was just on my phone, like everybody else bullshitting on Instagram. And I saw Swizz was live with Timbaland. I didn't know what they were doing—I just thought they were talking. And they're going back and forth with beats and stuff. Of course, you kind of get sucked in because you forget how big their libraries are. I was just captivated like everybody else.

Johntá Austin (singer-songwriter, producer): They've been talking about [Verzuz] for a couple of years.

Alicia Keys (singer-songwriter, married to Swizz Beatz): I was with the kids and I was doing something, and I checked on Swizz. He has this area downstairs where he'll DJ and hang out and play music, and he'll work on whatever. He seemed like he was kind of up to something. I wasn't really sure what... I was just trying to get the kids to the bed. And then I went looking for him and I couldn't find him. I was like, "Man, I wonder, where ishe?"

Swizz Beatz: Without an announcement, 30,000 people were paying attention. That's with no flyer, that's with nothing. That's just us up there just going. Engagement [on Instagram Live] is usually 30, 40 seconds—not four hours, five hours. People stuck around with me losing Wi-Fi and taking it to the car and going up the hill and doing it from the car.

Keys: Swizz came back hours later. Kids asleep, tired. And he's like, "Yooo. We didn't have good reception at the house. I had to drive all the way up to the top of wherever so that I could get reception because me and Tim, just out of nowhere, started battling." And I'm saying, "What?" I didn't even know none of this was going on. And he's like, serious: “We've been on a thing for hours. It was crazy."

It was like three in the morning. I was like, wow, I missed it. I missed the whole thing. It was just amazing to know that this moment, this spontaneous moment—which my husband happens to be really good at—created this phenomenon.

Swizz Beatz: We knew we had something. We started getting phone calls, and then me and Tim was like, "Let's just keep this thing going and celebrate the writers and producers and the musicians."

TimbalandPhotograph by Devin Christopher

After Swizz and Tim’s epic soundclash, battles between hip-hop and R&B hitmakers Boi-1da and Hit-Boy, The-Dream and Sean Garrett, and Ne-Yo and Johntá Austin helped get the Verzuz brand off the ground.

Timbaland: Other people started to gravitate to it. The first one was Hit-Boy and Boi-1da.

Hit-Boy (rapper, producer): I was already hype on it from just watching Swizz and Tim. We were obviously on lockdown, so everybody was just super tuned in, and that was the moment for me to watch, like, as a producer, two people I looked up to go head-to-head. Next thing I know, I [see] a tweet from [rapper] Joe Budden. He basically subtweeted me, saying that he wanted to see a battle with me and 1da.

Timbaland: People was talking about it heavy on the timelines. Then I started seeing other people start to create their own battles.

Austin: You know what was crazy is I saw Joe Budden tweet, like, "Man what about Ne-Yo and Johntá Austin? What about that?" I'm a huge fan of Ne-Yo, just as a songwriter, as a creative, as a person. And so I reached out through the back channels, and within an hour I got a call back. His people were like, "Yeah, he's in. Let's figure out how we're going to do it."

Timbaland: We already knew it could be big, but it just clicked in. We just didn't think it would be in the digital form. We wasn't thinking digital...

Austin: [Ne-Yo] and I started talking about it and we were going to do it just on our own, but then Swizz and Tim got wind of it, and Swizz reached out and graciously offered their platform. He was like, "Man, let us bring it up under Verzuz and give it the real curation, the real attention and promotion that it needs."

Scott Storch (producer): We all have a lot of pride in our catalogs and our life's work. I look up to Timbaland and Swizz, and I would never say no to anything. These guys are incredible, and they're doing something great...so I wanted to be part of it.

T-Pain (singer, producer, rapper, writer): I was supposed to go up against Scott Storch first. And then once they made the announcement, everybody was like, "Well, that's stupid. That's not even the same thing," because it was a known singer against the producer. When people hear T-Pain, they don't normally think singer-producer-rapper-writer, all that bullshit. They just felt like it was a singer or rapper against a producer.

Storch: At the last second, moments before the battle, I was told it was going to be me against Mannie Fresh. I felt that he and I, our catalogs live much further away from each other—and in different time periods as well. So it was an odd match.

Swizz Beatz: I think that was an unfair Verzuz, to be honest. I think we owe Scott Storch a rematch, and I think we owe Mannie Fresh a better match. I think that one was a little bit off with the curation.

Lil Jon (rapper, producer): I called Swizz to be like, "Yo, why T-Pain didn't battle Scott Storch?" He was like, "Well, blah, blah, blah." And then he was like, "But we want you to battle T-Pain!"

I was like, "Shit, that's the homie!” It was somebody I know and somebody I respect, and we both silly, so I was like, "Yeah, it'll be fun."

Austin: So the first three [Verzuz matchups] didn't have the format. Ne-Yo and I actually were the first to go with 20 songs, 90 seconds [each round]. It was some rules that he and I had come up with. We had watched Sean Garrett and The-Dream the night before, and it went on for a good while. It was entertaining, but we wanted to do it with a little more structure. At first, it was going to be 25 songs, but we wanted it to move [fast].

And then when we spoke to Swizz, he said that he felt that 20 was a good mark. We set the tone for what the format is now.

Swizz Beatz: It definitely starts with a vision with myself and Tim. We see the analytics of what people are asking for, who people want to see. We know what the people want, and so we try our best to bring those to fruition, although it's a lot of work. We reach out to the teams. I might have a lead, Tim might have a lead. We'll watch out for the little things like, "Okay, this person did an interview and they got asked [about Verzuz]." That's enough for us to make the phone calls. It's about us keeping the pulse on the culture and the people and curating, because we can't just put any Verzuz out there.

We have to curate as much as possible as musicians. A lot of people put a lot of big names together, but their sounds don't go together. Their vibes don't go together. We try not to do Verzuz where people have negative energy towards each other.

Initially, the combination of tension between The-Dream and Sean Garrett, and the boast-filled slog between Scott Storch and Mannie Fresh, was enough to scare away would-be competitors, many of whom weren’t interested in the shit-talking inherent to battling. But Lil Jon and T-Pain changed everything when they turned their Verzuz into one big party.

Swizz Beatz: Sean Garrett and Dream made us be extra, extra conscious of the energy that we put together.

Scott Storch: [Mannie] kept throwing jabs at me. I went through a drug addiction for a while in my life, and I’m five, almost six years out of that, and for him to kind of throw that jab was uncool. So, I came back at him a couple of times because, you know, I got stuff that's still popping right now. I’m contributing to making new superstars.

Hit-Boy: Now it's more like a celebration, which is dope. Ours was as well, but it was more competitive.

Lil Jon: I just knew that going against T-Pain was going to be fun. It wasn’t going to be so, "I’ve got to win this round...or else." It wasn’t going to be a confrontational kind of battle.

T-Pain: When you get two people that are as successful as myself and Lil Jon together on the same platform, it's like, "How could you not celebrate this? This is obviously a fucking party." Especially when you got the energy of T-Pain and Lil Jon.

Reframing Verzuz as a celebration helped convince shy, reclusive veteran acts like Kenneth “Babyface” Edmonds to sign on, and the new emphasis on positivity helped secure the participation of female artists, who have historically been pitted against one another by the public.

Ludacris (rapper, went against Nelly): [Nelly and I] knew it would be all love. And we knew that we were trying to figure out what was the best way to present and try to have at least some sort of common theme going on, because at the same time, one of the things about Verzuz is the ones that have done it pretty much had a good appreciation for the other artists. And I think it always should be good energy going into it.

Jill Scott (singer, went against Erykah Badu): At first I said no, because I thought it was going to be mandatory that there'd be a battle. I didn't want to battle. Not with music. I love music. But when I talked to Erykah, she was like, "Yeah, let's love each other. Let's celebrate each other."

Swizz Beatz: The biggest challenge was having more ladies. We're very understanding, and we're cool with letting all the women take their time to do Verzuz. Just like Brandy and Monica. We had to wait for that. Me and Tim was just tired of it just being all the guys getting the flowers. Women run this music shit too.

Timbaland: We got to treat our queens extra. We got to wait on them. We don't force them.

Keys: I didn't think I was going to do a Verzuz [against John Legend]. I figured I was just going to kind of be the one on the side, just cheering and shouting and watching and being all excited about it.

Jill Scott: There's the myth that Black women can't get along so well; that we don't like each other. That there's always this ugly, wild rivalry between two women. Particularly Black women. And I wanted to share that I actually have a great deal of love and respect for Erykah Badu. There have been so many moments when I've called her to ask her questions about the industry. When I've asked her what to give my son when he wasn't feeling well and I needed to clear his chest.

That was the biggest part for me. Just squelching the negativity, because we've had our history but it's never been ugly. But the world will paint things in such a way that I wanted to defeat that negativity.

Brandy and Monica—two artists who peaked during the Clinton administration and collaborated on “The Boy Is Mine”—would finally reunite after a yearslong feud that allegedly involved the latter punching the former. Both of them wanted to use their Verzuz to bury the hatchet. (Their appearance, however, wasn’t without some spiciness: “There was a time,” Monica recalled on the broadcast, “when I was kicking in doors and smacking chicks—” Which prompted Brandy to interrupt her: “You sure was!”)

Swizz Beatz: Brandy and Monica—we knew that they was going to have a conversation before they hit that main stage. That was very important to us because of the history of them not really getting along or agreeing with things from the past. We would hate for those two queens to get up there, holding all these book bags, and then let it out on the platform, which does nobody no service.

They got 30 records in the top 40 of R&B. They got 10 reentries and their albums in the top 20. Had they not kept it about music and made it about drama, they would have never even seen that greatness. So we have to keep it about the music, the compositions, and the unity—and still keep it spicy at the same time.

Monica (singer): She and I hadn't spoken in eight years, until the day of the Verzuz.

Brandy (singer): We really wanted to see each other face-to-face. So we both can understand that the authenticity was there, that genuine energy was there. There was a time where I felt like my behavior in the media regarding her...and just not respecting her in the media in different experiences…I felt like I needed to apologize for that.

And I was able to do that. And when you own your stuff, and when you are genuine, and you really want to see something happen that can really touch and inspire people? We were able to have the conversation that helped us get to that place. And I was so thankful for that conversation. It was so needed, and it was well overdue.

Monica: We had a lot to discuss because a lot transpired in the eight years, more so the conversations about us and a couple of incidents on Instagram. Very small, minute things that with the time and distance became slightly a bigger deal than they should have been. And all it took was two adult women having a conversation. But what people don't realize is that what you saw was two people in each other's space for the first time in eight years.

Brandy: We wanted it to be a celebration, because people have really put us against each other in so many different ways. We had a very controversial song. There was real beef at one point between us, and we just didn't want that to be the highlight of what the Verzuz was. Once we were sure that that wasn't going to be the case—and we were really going to be able to come together and celebrate each other—that was the tipping point.

Monica: I have so desperately wanted to put to bed the unnecessary comparisons—the idea that you have to choose one. I feel like Brandy is one of the greatest of all time. Her tone is unmatched, and she paved a way for herself. And I, too, paved a way for myself with a very different sense of motivation, coming from a very different place. But our differences is what made "The Boy Is Mine" so great. And I didn't want to do anything that was a stir-up. I always wanted to do something else with her. I just wanted it to be something else positive.

Jill Scott: There is some kind of monster lurking under the sofa when it comes to R&B music—and when it comes to Black women in music. It's like there can't be more than one or two at a time, which is absolutely ridiculous. And I'm really over that. I look at Patti LaBelle and Gladys Knight, that camaraderie and that humor—that easiness after all of these years. They both have been exceptionally successful in their own way and enjoyed their ride and had a whole heap of life in the middle of it.

Patti LaBelle (singer): Most people were calling it a battle. There's never a battle with friends who have the same reach to people. Whenever people meet me and say how much they really love me, the second person they say is, “We love Gladys Knight also.” People love both of us, and we're not trying to outdo each other. We just do what we do.

Brandy: For us to come together and to be this powerful together, it just spoke volumes as women, as Black women coming together. I felt like we really were able to seize the moment, and I think it was a sign that we should work together more. We should do more things together. And not to take away from what we do individually, because she's a force all by herself, but it's something about when we come together. I wanted her to feel that, and I just wanted her to feel celebrated from me. And I wanted her fans and I wanted my fans and everyone to know that this was a real thing between the two of us. I didn't want it to end.

Celebrations aside, song selections were takenvery seriously. Strategies for winning rounds differed, but everyone came to the table with a plan. Jadakiss (rapper, went against Fabolous): I went in with a strategy to go more street-driven records and to stick to that, no matter what. I had the girly songs and the R&B features in case [Fabolous] was to go first and come that way. But once I knew that I was going to go first, I just wanted to come out the gate with a lot of street records and stick to the script.

Hit-Boy: I kind of was on some, like, [Floyd] Mayweather type shit. I just kind of danced around the ring for the first however many rounds, let him get his shit off. And then I started firing off at the end.

Storch: I just played the records that I liked the most. I had at least four or five Grammy-nominated songs that I didn't even play. There was a moment where it was like a backlash where people were saying, “Oh, you shouldn't have played this record because you did this with somebody else” or whatever. That made no sense, because in the real world of hitmaking there's a lot of collaboration. Now, I would never play a record that was something that I was a small part of. But if I'm the nucleus of the record and I happen to collaborate, and somebody else did the drums on it or played on it or whatever? That, to me, is still fair game.

Austin: People hadn't heard of me, so everyone was like, "I don't know who this guy is, but he's about to get killed. I've never heard of this guy, and Ne-Yo's getting ready to kill this guy." So I had to play a couple of songs early for people to at least be like, "Okay…wait.”

Swizz Beatz: When [Austin] played that Aaliyah, I thought that was a turning point, because a lot of people was questioning why we matched up Johntá Austin with Ne-Yo instead of doing Ne-Yo with The-Dream. That night they learned.

T-Pain: It's literally the same strategy of how you win tic-tac-toe. You just don't go first. You'll know every move if you just don't go first, and this asshole talked enough to make me go first. I had no choice. [laughs] Once I went, and I kind of played a real quick joint and I started seeing what his strategy was, I started knowing what to come with. Then we started talking like we were friends again, and I didn't pay attention to this still being a battle in a war.

LaBelle: My son Zuri, DJ Aktive, and I sat for, like, four hours trying to pick out 20 songs. In the 20 songs, of course, they're only 90 seconds. So to get the meat of the song, we had to go from the beginning verse, and then almost into the bridge, and then the end was right there. So that was a hard process, because I had about 51 songs that I would have chosen, but they didn't make the grade.

Monica: Us as the artist, we're going to have our own favorites. But the key with the Verzuz is to pool fan favorites and favorites of your supporters. I had to be realistic with myself. I knew that I could not choose those on my own. I did not want to mess the song selection up at all.

What started as casual, lo-fi affairs with artists playing tracks from their laptops or phones while praying that the Wi-Fi holds up (Babyface and Teddy Riley’s connection was so bad they had to reschedule) has evolved into full-on productions. Participants now perform together in person against a lavish backdrop of DJs and surprise guests like Kamala Harris.

Swizz Beatz: [Early on] the sound was a challenge. We realized that being in the room together helped, and we haven't had a sound issue since.

Ludacris: You got all these people waiting. The anticipation is through the roof. All that kept on going through my mind is: “I so don't want to reschedule this like Babyface and Teddy Riley had to...”

Swizz Beatz: Babyface and Teddy was a turning point for Verzuz. We were still at a [point] where people could count us out, or say this was just something for COVID. Dr. Dre even pulled out of doing Verzuz because of the quality. So that's when Tim and myself had to sit down to regroup and take the sound thing seriously.

Lil Jon: And everybody in those fucking comments, man. That's one of the greatest things about Verzuz, that you can see Michelle Obama, whoever it is. Everybody and anybody in pop culture, sports, fashion, politics is in those Verzuzes and commenting. I think that's one reason why the average person connects to Verzuz so well. They're basically in the VIP room in the conversation.

LaBelle: We saw that Michelle Obama was watching it. And Oprah. And Mariah [Carey] and all the folks watching, and I'm saying, “Well, God, if they're all watching, a lot of other people are watching too.” Not thinking about the football game or whatever else [was on TV]. It was like a birthday gift to me. Knowing that all these folks, they have their eyes on Gladys and Patti right now. I have a flip phone and I don't have social media or nothing like that, but my son and my assistant kept me abreast of what people were saying and all that wonderful stuff.

While artists are allowed to display their own sponsors—i.e., Rick Ross kept some of his Luc Belaire rosé on ice during his battle with 2 Chainz—Diddy’s Cîroc became an official sponsor of Verzuz in May. Apple Music has also signed on to help produce and broadcast the battles.

Swizz Beatz: Diddy is our brother. He believed in Verzuz very early. Verzuz is a celebration, and we felt that drinks [like Cîroc] fit the occasion.

We've turned down endless millions of dollars from sponsors, but we also let artists continue to have their sponsors and we don't touch any of that. Whoever has a sponsor, we ask them to do it tastefully, as we want to keep curating this platform in a classic way. I think everybody's been displaying the sponsors super well to the point where it's not ridiculous.

T-Pain: Hell, yeah, I did this shit for free. Not everything has to be a fucking benefit. What the fuck are you going to tell your grandkids? "I'm glad I made a bunch of money," or you're going to fucking sit them around the fire and tell them about the time that you had a goddamn three-hour party with Lil Jon over the phone?

Verzuz hit a new milestone when over six million people tuned in across Instagram and Apple Music to watch Brandy and Monica reunite. It’s the kind of viewership that awards shows would kill for, pandemic or not. And with the boon to catalog streams and social engagement that follows each match—known as “the Verzuz Effect”—the show has emerged in the streaming era as the most potent platform for artists that’s not actually selling any music.

Michael Keith (112): We felt like Verzuz was a validation for [fellow 112 member] Slim and myself, because for years we felt like 112 had been shunned, if you will.

When it came to Bad Boy and when it came to R&B music, we were always an afterthought. Like, “Oh, don’t forget 112,” as opposed to being one of the premier groups that you think about when you think about R&B music from the late ’90s to the early 2000s. I feel like the music we created helped create the sound you hear now. And Verzuz validated that.

T-Pain: A lot of old songs that I played on the Verzuz battle are starting to get more streams than my new songs. It's turned into a numbers game to where I'm like, "Shit, which one of my old joints is going to be the one on top now?" The Verzuz Effect is exactly what it is: It's a Verzuz effect, and it's not so much a moment.

Now that they're getting the support from Apple and we're getting a bigger platform and things like that, I was glad to be a part of the beginnings of it. It's the same thing as getting involved with a Kickstarter, or being an early investor in anything. You want to take pride in being one of the pioneers.

Scott Storch: At a moment where it was very grim at the beginning of the pandemic, it brightened up a lot and gave me a lot of inspiration to create. A lot of things happened after that. I made a hit record with Megan Thee Stallion (“Girls in the Hood”) right after that, and a lot of good things happened. I’m thankful for that.

Jill Scott: My catalog jumped up, and people were going through and buying the records all over again. And that was good. We sold an amazing amount of T-shirts and sweatshirts—that was dope—and this beautiful bond between Erykah and I was secured. I love her for life. I've always loved her as an artist. I've always thought she was just phenomenal, stunningly beautiful, and really open. She's been very open with me and I with her, and it just solidified those things for me. There's been a lot of artists that come and go, and I'm very grateful to have been able to still perform and still write. I'm just in a spirit of gratitude, ridiculous gratitude.

Waithe: I really do think this moment is our Woodstock in a way, and it's documenting Black music and giving artists their due in a way—and giving them their flowers and putting some money on the books.

Ludacris: I don't care who you ask. Any artists who’s been in the game for whatever amount of time, they are all going to say that they are appreciative of getting a boost. Of people reigniting their catalog and listening to their [music].

I can honestly say the best thing about the Verzuz Effect for me is…because I'm humorous, and like a lot of people that have comedy and lightheartedness in their music and in their lyrics, it's hard to try to put those artists into their top 10 and top 15 lists. But I feel like Verzuz made it a lot easier for people to put me in those top MC categories, when people were able to listen to the catalog within a two-hour period. I loved that it solidified me for people.

Brandy: I feel like because of Verzuz…opportunities are coming in and I'm just reinspired. After Verzuz, I just felt like I need to do what I'm born to do.

Jadakiss: We got a few liquor deals. A few liquor brands called. We got some things on the table—a few podcast opportunities, made some nice money off the #JADADRUNK merch [and] a couple of commercials, and a few scripts came in.

Keys: It's just not another vehicle. Name any television show, name any late-night, name any daytime, name any special...anything. It just doesn't have that same effect. It's so powerful to recognize the power of a global community coming together to recognize the greatness of these individuals.

Swizz Beatz: Now we be beating VMA and Grammy numbers.

On any given night, Verzuz would end up dominating the conversation on other social platforms—including, but not limited to, Twitter.

Austin: My brother showed me a text from my best friend. He was like, "I know you're in the middle of this, but you are trending worldwide on Twitter right now." And then when I'm playing an Aaliyah song, you see Drake commenting. I'm like, "Okay, not only are 70,000 people in here, but some really heavy hitters. Some real hitmakers and cultural icons are in this, watching Ne-Yo and I have this back-and-forth."

Monica: There was a really special feeling in the room, and [then] Kamala Harris dialed in. That was the first surprise. Our forever First Lady dialed in, and she was saying that she was watching and supporting us. Those were the moments when I started to realize this is a big deal. That this is something special.

Austin: There's a meme of me holding a [wine] glass. People sent me this, like, "You've made it. You’ve become a meme. You became a quarantine meme!"

LaBelle: I saw the dancing meme with me dancing to hip-hop and other types of music. I thought that was so funny, and so cool! When I'm on stage, I have my trunk with my shoes on. I have my mirror, my fan, my perfume, and my drink of choice. I pretended I was doing a concert that night, and when I kicked off my shoe, which I do on stage every night, this time, since I was sitting down, the shoe heel went into my knee and it's still a scab mark. That heel hit so hard, but it was worth it. To end my show, I have to kick off a shoe!

Monica: You have to be able to laugh at yourself. I mean, we knew that there would be some memes somewhere, especially after what transpired with all the Verzuz before ours.

But the reality is that people were still celebrating the music. You didn't see the memes without the music coming up. I have laughed hysterically at a lot of what I’ve seen. And I think that's a part of the joy, because the real key in this is that during the pandemic, we're all having to learn a different way of life.

Even though its creators see Verzuz as an “educational celebration” of the Black music diaspora, they plan on expanding beyond hip-hop and R&B and into other genres of music, like Latin and pop, soon enough. It’s an endlessly repeatable formula.

Timbaland: I feel Verzuz is like the new Soul Train, and maybe bigger. It's the new everything when it comes to culture and moving culture. I remember TRL used to move culture. Now, it's a Black-owned business by two Black men that's running the culture. We just got to watch it grow. Maybe it's a monster.

Swizz Beatz: For me it was showing creatives that we can build something and own it 100 percent. This is a blueprint of showing our power. People are calling us the next Live Nation. People are calling us the next BET. People are calling us to make [a new] Viacom. I like those names, but we got a chance to be bigger than all of those. Why? Because our culture made all of those. If we have the culture, then we can be bigger than all of those companies, and respected as those companies are and were. Our goal is to just take our time and not get caught up into the hype.

Austin: I'm hoping that the legacy will be a kind of renewed interest. Or really not even renewed interest, because I think people have always, at least on the R&B side, always loved R&B. But my hope is for labels and radio stations and influencers to see that if you have an artist and a great song, for labels to get back to artist development, and not base their signings on how many streams a person already has or how many followers they already have.

Swizz Beatz: Those labels weren't thinking about Monica and Brandy like they’re thinking about them today. Those companies just wasn't thinking about them like that. They was thinking about somebody new and they felt like these artists had their time, and now look. Everybody—the agencies, everybody—got to rethink it and stop being lazy and get out there and put greatness in front of the people.

Keith: When you look at the other genres, they don't have an age limit. Thank God for platforms like Verzuz. Other than getting chosen to perform at the Super Bowl, you're not getting that type of worldwide feel where an older artist can get the same type of look as a younger artist.

And I refuse to think that, just because we get to a certain age, that we're not fans of ourselves anymore as far as music is concerned.

Austin: I feel like Verzuz has really solidified Black music as popular music. We drive the culture. Black music drives and influences and touches all other forms of music. When you see Michelle Obama checking in to a chat with John Legend and Alicia Keys and Jill Scott and Erykah Badu, or when you see the kind of show that Bounty Killer and Beenie Man put on…my goodness, these amazing moments in culture!

I have no doubts that when we look back 25 years from now, that Verzuz will still be in the top five of things that we remember about 2020.

Hit-Boy: It really is a time stamp. I'm sure when we go back and watch these, it's going to be something crazy to see. Like, "Damn. How they get all these people in a room together?"

Scott Storch: When the world was literally in jail, we had the arts to enjoy and we got a chance to be reintroduced to something incredible. The legacy is honestly a major contribution to music culture.

Brandy: I'm looking for a way to do part two. Can we do the virtual concert tour on Verzuz?

T-Pain: I would like to see this turn into a Verzuz festival. If that turns into a yearly thing, a Verzuz festival? It's over.

Hit-Boy: They should do a rematch of everybody live, in front of a crowd. That shit would be epic.

Timbaland: Something Swizz always said to me, “The sky is just a view.” Something like that, right, Swizz?

Swizz Beatz: Yeah, the sky is not the limit, it's just a view.

Timbaland: Exactly. It's so big that I can't say what I hope for. I just know what it is going to be. We're just taking the journey as it comes, being organic, being true to the culture. Just taking a ride, taking the gift that God gave us. I'm just blessed to see that something that started from IG... If you go back and watch all the battles all the way up, people are watching this grow in front of their eyes. Do you know how big that is?

Gerrick D. Kennedy is a Los Angeles–based journalist who profiled Travis Scott in the September issue of GQ. His next book, ‘Exhale,’ about the life of Whitney Houston, will be published in 2022.

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sethdomain · 2 years

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i want to strt watching my country cartoons dub but they all either sound ugly or fast as fuck

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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#RampitUp1Kinktober Day 14

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: Bucky smashed and dashed and now you want to smash in his skull. Will you give him another chance?

1Kinktober Kink: Creampie

Word Count 2.2K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk, smash and dash, anger, pining, jealousy, mention of sex toy, online dating, a lil bit of knife play, a lil bit of stalking, lol bit of dub con, creampie, cum play, oral (f receiving) fluff. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

This occurs in the time gap within Always between strip poker and the wedding. It’s also in the same AU as Validation.

A/N: This is for the 14th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! 🧡

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

After the strip poker game, and the night you two shared, Bucky had regrets.

You really were Steve’s girl and he had no rights. And you were too good for him anyway. But damn, he sure did feel good when he was with you. And fucking you did not make him get over his infatuation.

He was pretty sure he was in love.

So of course he tried to push you away. He was going to try and make you realize that you were his, even if you didn’t love him.

When you woke up the next morning, you weren’t really surprised that Bucky was gone not just from your bed, but from the Tower. But you were pissed.

You were tired of these damn super soldiers leaving you. You had something for James Barnes’ ass.

Bucky went halfway around the world and still couldn’t get away from you. Your taste, your touch, your smell was with him even in his dreams. And that was a vast improvement. He realized that he just threw away his one chance at happiness. He headed back to NYC, and you, after ten days of trying to forget you.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. let you know when Bucky landed, so you were ready for him.

Nat was talking to him as you walked into the common room.

You greeted him “Oh, hello Barnes. Didn’t realize you’d left.”

You breezed past him and Bucky knew this would be an uphill battle.

“Yeah, I needed time to… think.”

His eyes tried to capture yours but you were giving him no play.

“Must be hard for you, so I see why you needed space.”

You went over to Nat and motioned to the box, promptly ignoring Bucky.

“It’s heeereee!”

You waved the small box around and Nat’s eyes lit up.

“Ohhh! Let’s see.”

You looked at Bucky as if you didn’t want him to know.

Nat lowered her voice. “Oh, don’t mind him.”

“I guess you’re right. He wouldn’t know what to do with it.”

You opened the package and showed Nat.

“It’s from PinkCherry. It’s a clit flicker.”

Nat grinned at you and nodded her head at Bucky.

“Oh, he probably can’t even hear us, you know, old men lose their hearing, among other things.”

You and Nat giggled and you couldn’t help but notice Bucky’s jaw clench.

“Okay. But I thought you had that date with the guy you met online.”

“I do. Tomorrow. But I figured I needed a machine that worked to take care of me in the meantime. You can’t trust men for shit.”

Bucky took off his glove at that moment and the vibranium shined in the afternoon light. You cleared your throat, and your mind, of the memory of what that appendage could do.

“Don’t let what Steve did affect your opinion of everyone, love.”

“Oh, I don’t have a negative opinion of everyone. Just super soldiers.”

Nat laughed and cut her eyes at Bucky. He was looking out of the window, steam rising from his head. Him being in the room for this conversation was not lost on her.

“We can talk later, I have a debriefing right now.”

Nat left you and Bucky alone in the common room. You gathered your box and moved to leave when Bucky caught your arm.

“Get the fuck off me James.”

Bucky let go of you.

“Are you going to tell me that you’d rather a toy get you off than me?”

He was trying to summon his 80 year old cool, but it didn’t look like it worked.

It worked.

You gave a good front, because your clit was actually screaming that she wanted Bucky, not some toy. But right now you’d be damned if you let him hurt you.

“What I’m going to tell you is that I’m not interested in you getting me off like some casual jump off and then leaving without saying goodbye. I don’t have time for games.”

You stalked off down the hallway, pissed at your reaction. Damn him.

The next night, you put your best freakum dress and made your way to the restaurant that you were going to meet the guy you met on the dating app, Will.

You booked a room upstairs, just in case. You wanted to try a regular guy for once. You wanted a nice, normal, fucked up personal life with a nice, normal, fucked up person.

Will was cute, corny, but nice, and you were having fun with him on the dance floor. You were trying to give it to him and he seemed to begin to know what to do with it.

Bucky watched you from the bar. He was seething. He couldn’t believe that you were letting this fella believe that he had a chance with you. He felt so bad for the guy that he decided to let him live.

Your watch flashed the comms signal, and you excused yourself, thinking there was an emergency at the tower. As you went to the restroom to call, a hand reached out and grabbed you. You fought until you turned around to see who your attacker was.

“Bucky? What the fuck? What are you doing?”

“The question is, what are you doing, Doll?” His face looked wrecked. You almost didn’t care.

“Wait. Did you just ping my watch? I’m so done with you James.”

Bucky grabbed your hand again and you pointed one of his own knives at his neck. You’d taken it off him in the scuffle.

He put his hands up and backed up against the wall. He loved you even more as you threatened his life.

You pressed the tip to his skin until a small bead of blood appeared. You stared at it, wanting to lick it off his skin. Your eyes flicked up to his.

“You left without saying a word. I'm actually glad that you showed me who you were before I got in too deep. You’re just like your bestie. You can go to wherever he is.”

You pressed the knife a little deeper.

Bucky knew exactly who you were talking about. He who must not be named.

“I’m not Steve, Doll. The only way you’re rid of me is if you leave me.”

Bucky’s hand came up slowly and took the knife from you as tears welled in your eyes.

“Let’s go up to your room and I’ll show you who I am. And then I’ll leave you alone if you want. I promise.”

You shook your head.

“Your promises don’t mean shit, James.”

You turned and started back down the hallway toward the dance floor. You stopped and turned and looked over your shoulder.

“You coming or not?”

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In the room, you sat down on the bed, crossing your legs and arms, beautiful thighs on display. You made him harder than staring at your turned back and ass in the elevator when you refused to look at him.

“You have 10 minutes. I have a date.”

“Oh, you mean William? He’s gone. Sudden flood in his apartment.”

You glared at him.

“You’re an asshole. You know that?”

“Not too much of an asshole, because he’s still alive, but an asshole nonetheless. And that’s part of the reason why I left. I’m an asshole who doesn’t deserve you. But I want you. So now what?”

You stood up, anger rippling through you.

“Is that it? Is that your big speech to win me back? You don’t get everything you want. You’ve got to come with more than that.”

Bucky stepped toward you, invading your space like you didn’t realize you wanted him to since he got back.

“It’s all I got, Doll. Oh, and the fact that I love you.”

You opened and then closed your mouth, looking at him incredulously.

While your head was spinning, Bucky reached out with his metal arm and pulled you to him. He slid it down your waist to your ass, where it started whirring as he rubbed it and moved it around to the front of your dress, inching it up with his fingers as his palm vibrated against your pussy.

“Did I hear you say you needed a machine to work your clit?”

‘Yes! Oh yes,’ you said in your head, but out of your mouth came, “I hate you, Bucky.”

You murmured it in that sexy, needy way that set him on fire. And then your eyes rolled back as his heated metal fingers slipped into your panties and whirred at just the right frequency to get you off quickly and efficiently. He muffled your cries with a kiss.

God you loved how he handled you.

“I love the way you look when I make you cum. You still gotta go?”

You lowered your eyes, and whispered, “No.”

“Then fucking look at me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You watched as Bucky pulled out his knife and cut your dress and panties off of you. You were dripping down your thighs at this point.

“I love you Doll, but I won’t abide by anyone else thinking that they can have what is mine. Now get on that bed, ass up.”

Bucky hoped this was working. He only had one chance.

It was working.

Possesive Bucky was turning you the fuck on. You did as you were told.

“Don’t. Move.”

You heard Bucky moving behind you, probably taking his clothes off. You felt the bed dip as he climbed behind you and spread your thighs. He swiped one finger up your folds.

“Mmmmmm. Doll. I’ve been dreaming of this beautiful cunt since I left. This creamy pussy is mine. Don’t ever anyone else think they have a chance at it.”

You didn’t say anything and after a few seconds, you received a resounding slap from Buckly’s human hand.

“What did I say?”

“You were spouting some chauvinistic, hypocritical….”

Another smack, and another silenced your words and turned them into yelps of pain until your ass warmed up and you began to like it.

When you started moaning is when Bucky leaned down and started fucking you with his tongue. He pulled you back on his face and you came again in no time.

“You’re mine.” His whisper was gravelly and desperate, and making you quiver.

Bucky turned you over as he wiped his face with his arm.

“I wanna see your face when I fuck you to that realization.”

Bucky pulled your thighs down to meet his. You couldn’t help but notice how hard his cock was, bobbing against his abs. You also couldn’t help but lick your lips.

“You want my cock in your mouth?”

You wouldn’t admit it, but he could read the look in your eyes.

“Maybe later, I’ll feed it to you Doll. Right now, you’ve got to know that you are mine.”

You were two orgasms in and ready for more; there was no doubt in your mind that you were his. But he didn’t know that.

Bucky leaned down on one elbow, hand in your hair and pulling it from the scalp, pain delicious. He took his cock in his hand and positioned it at your opening while looking at your face. He pushed in slowly, savoring the expressions as he tore your soul apart with his dick.

Your mouth opened and you moaned, “Fuuuuucckkkkk!”

Bucky closed his eyes and dipped his head, your expressions too much for him. The thrill of you was causing butterflies.

“Got me close already Doll. I am ready to spill for you everytime I see you. Damn. I love you. You’ve got to know that. »

He was stroking inside you, making you feel every inch of him. He knew how to destroy you. And that’s why you were his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, and you make me feel so… fuck. You make me feel. You ground me. You bring me back to life.”

His words, as much as his actions, were getting you so high right now.

“Good god, James…”

“I don’t know if he’s good, but he has to be real because this….” He leaned down and kissed you. “... this is a miracle.”

He was stroking deep and completely. You felt molded to him. There could never be anyone else.

“And I’m going to cum inside you tonight until I am dripping out of your pores.”

When he whispered it in your ear and you started to cum, squeezing his cock for dear life.

“Fuck Doll. Fuck. I didn’t mean to make you cum again so soon. How did it happen?”

You could sense his smile, but you didn’t care.

“I fucking love you, James. Against my better judgement, I love you….Oh!”

Bucky didn’t dream that he would hear those words from you. He just hoped to get you addicted to him physically. He leaned up and took your head in his hands.

“What did you say?”

You glared at him. “I love you. That’s why I was so p…”

Bucky cut you off with a kiss, then put his hand around your throat as he pounded his cum into you.

He groaned at the feel of his release, and at you clenching around him. Then he collapsed onto you, both of you sweaty and spent.

He kissed your neck, and then climbed down your body to see his accomplishment. He opened your legs to see his spend seeping out of you. He licked your thighs and pushed the cum back inside you with two fingers, and wasn’t able to help himself from fucking them into you.

Bucky felt your swollen pussy quivering and he smiled as his tongue cleaned you up, inside and out. You tugged on his hair as he began to make you cum again.

“James…”

“If you love me, you’ll let me make it up to you. Love you. Cherish you.”

“Will you let me do the same?”

“I’m not worthy, Doll. But I will try.”

And his lips went to work on worship.

I accidentally deleted this whole fic and had to recreate it. 🥴. Ugh! Let me know. 🙈

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Hi hi!! I was wondering if you have any suggestions for a smutty fic that’s with Bucky, Steve or Nat (or some combination lmao) with an innocent/virgin reader? Maybe even some little!reader? Dub-con or non-con/dark is fine, but something a lil soft? Thanks ;)

And/or if you’re taking requests, this would be mine XP

Here are some recommendations(all of these writers are amazing by the way. Be sure and check out their work!!)

The Wolf, The Widow, and Their Angel by @buckybarnesplumwhore - Dark!BuckyNat x little!reader(Dark!steve is in this too and it’s more on the fluffy side and less smut)

Dear Diary by @mariessecretfantasies - Dark!stucky x innocent!reader

Special Lessons by @nastybuckybarnes - Dark!Stepdad!Steve x naive!Innocent!Reader

That’s all I have for recommendations! But I’m so down to write this!!

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Nothing to be Afraid of

TW: dd/lg dynamics, slight non-con, forced age regression, unprotected sex, oral(m recieving), daddy/mommy kink, fingering

Paring: Soft!Dark!Daddy!Bucky x Soft!Dark!Mommy!Natasha x Soft!Dark!Daddy!Steve x innocent/virgin!female!Reader

Summary: The three of them are done waiting for you to be ready. They just have to show you that there is nothing to be afraid of.

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The three of them have always been patient with you. Well- as patient as they can be. They still toyed with you; fingering you, eating you out, placing a vibrator up against your clit until you had passed out from your orgasms or were begging you to stop. But they were getting impatient.

“It’s been almost a year! How is she still not ready?” Bucky asked. He was the one who was the most ready slam himself into you, but Steve had convinced him to wait. But he wasn’t waiting anymore.

“Buck, we all know that she’s still a virgin. She’s probably scared.” Steve said. He’s always the softer one of the three and he’s always taken it slow with you.

“Then let’s show her there’s nothing to be afraid of!” Bucky said, standing from his seat. “Bucky is right, Steve. She’s only prolonging it.” Natasha said. She wasn’t super rough with you, but that didn’t mean she was super soft with you either.

Steve sighed as he watched Bucky and Natasha walk to your playroom. He decided it was best he followed along.

You were laying on the floor, coloring in one of the coloring books they gave you. Even after a year of being stuck with them, you refused to play with any of the ‘kid toys.’ When you saw them enter, you looked at them with a small smile. One that made each of their hearts flutter.

“Lovebug, can you come here, please?” Nat asked, sitting on the bed that was kept in your playroom. Quietly, you stood and sat in Natasha’s lap, with Bucky and Steve sitting on either side of her.

“We know you’re scared but only we know what best for you. So you’ve got to listen to us, okay?” Natasha said softly. You were slightly confused as to what she was talking about but you nodded. “Good girl, now lie on the bed.” She said, letting you go and you did as you were told, lying on your back.

In a matter of seconds, Bucky was towered over you, Natasha had your head straddled in her lap and Steve was to the right of you. “Daddy what are you-” Natasha shushed you as Bucky moved his hands to your skirt, taking it off.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, doll.” Bucky said, taking off the pull-up you were wearing and immediately shoving a finger into your warmth.

It didn’t take long till Bucky had three fingers in you and you were a moaning mess. But before you could reach your climax, Bucky pulled his fingers out of you and you whined at the lack of contact. “Don’t worry baby, just had to get you ready.” He said as he began to undo his pants, taking his cock out of his boxers. Your eyes widened and you tried to get away, but you only ended up closer to Natasha.

“No, Lovebug, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Natasha soothed. “‘M not ready, Mommy-” You whined as Bucky lined himself up with your entrance. “Hush, little girl. We know what’s best for you, and if we say you’re ready, you’re ready.” Bucky said, sliding himself into you. You looked to Steve with pleading eyes as tears fell down your cheeks. Steve only looked at you with a reassuring smile as you screamed at the fullness. “See, baby? You take Daddy so well.” Bucky praised, giving you time to adjust. You had never felt this full before, and the pain was unbearable. You squirmed underneath Bucky as Nat reached down and toyed with your clit, trying to distract you from the pain.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore and he began thrusting intensely.

“No! Daddy stop!!” You yelled, but you were ignored. “Here, how about you suck Dada’s cock. Keep that pretty little mouth quiet, hmm?” Natasha suggested and Steve nodded, already taking out his cock. He gave up on being the nice guy. He was going to fuck your throat hard, and then when Bucky was finished, he was gonna fuck your pussy even harder.

Steve was quick to shove himself into your mouth, groaning when you whined around him. He shoved his whole length down your throat and you thought you were going to die. “Breath through your nose, baby.” Steve said, locking his hands in your hair in order to force your head up and down with intense speed.

Being full from two different ends made your head fuzzy and your core tingle. Especially after the pain mixed with pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to cum around Bucky’s member, moaning around Steve’s cock, sending vibrations through his dick, effectively making him fill your throat with his spend. That didn’t mean he stopped thrust, though.

Bucky felt your already tight walls tighten around him, causing him to moan in pleasure as he reached closer to his edge. “Fuck- You’re so fucking tight, Doll. Feels so good-” Bucky continued fucking into you with great swiftness, his hands grasping your hips tightly. In a matter of seconds, Bucky was filling you with his seed.

He continued thrusting for a while, riding out his high, before switching places with Steve, who fucked your absolute brains out. He wasn’t holding back anymore. Natasha continued to toy with your clit with one hand, and your nipples with the other. All while whispering praises in your ear as you reached another climax.

You had came at least twice around Steve’s member before he filled you up with his own semen.

Your entire body was sore and your brain was dizzy. You could barely focus on things that were happening.

“Good job, babygirl. You did so well.” Steve praised, picking you up and taking you to the bathroom where Bucky was already filling up the tub. “See, Lovebug? Nothing to be afraid of.” Natasha said, planting a kiss on your forehead before Steve placed you in the warm water. Natasha got in behind you as the boys left, leaving the two of you alone. “Now, it’s Mommy’s turn to have some fun.”

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Maneater Writing Challenge

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Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing great!!

In honor of the upcoming Hot Girls Summer, and of me hitting 2.6k followers here on Tumblr, I wanted to host a smut writing challenge with the topic of “Maneaters”, aka fem doms.

FemDom is a large term that includes many different kind of dominant women. It originates in the BDSM community and it indicates activities and relationships where the female partner is in charge. There’s different type of femdoms, for example the gentle kind that combines sexual dominance with nurturing elements (example: mommy kink), or the more widely known dominatrix kind that enjoys dominating in a cruel, strict way.

Fem!Dom readers x Sub!Male character is a pretty rare trope in the Marvel fandom, but I hope that by hosting this challenge I will inspire more people to write this type of content.

Let’s go over the boring rules before we can get to the fun stuff:

You can write for any characters played by Sebastian Stan (ex. Bucky Barnes, Lee Bodecker...) or Chris Evans (Steve Rogers, Andy Barber). Any other Marvel character, like Sam Wilson, is also fine.

The story must be a reader insert (character x reader). So no OC’s and no character x character. Poly and multiple characters x reader is fine to me.

The closing date is September 9th, my birthday! No pressure if you can’t get it done by then.

You must be 18+ to participate.

No word limit, but please use ‘read more’ if your story is longer than 250 characters.

Due to the nature of the challenge, all stories must include smut. You can make it nsfw of any kind, as any genre is welcome: fluff, angst, dark (dub-con, non-con), hurt/comfort.

Any AU, trope and kink is welcome except: scat, snuff, gore, underage, bestiality.

Send me an ask or a dm with the prompts you’ve chosen. Choose at least one. You can pick as many as you want from all categories. No limits of # people per prompt.

I’m going to reblog and comment each story I get, and I will eventually create a masterlist with all the submissions I get.

If you have any doubts, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

I picked over 50 prompts in total, so I hope you’ll find at least one that will inspire your creativity.

The prompts are listed below the cut.

Lyrics (You can use the whole song or the lyrics I selected as inspo):

Maneater by Nelly Furtado: I wanna see you all on your knees, knees, you either wanna be with me or be me. Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds: Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored, I'm the girl you'd die for. I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about. So pull me closer and kiss me hard, I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds: Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run. Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose.

CryBaby by Megan Thee Stallion: Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah), I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby

Heart of Glass by Blondie: Once I had a love and it was divine, soon found out I was losing my mind. It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind. Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind.

Daisy by Ashnikko: Make your man call me daddy, he talk too much, he's too chatty.

Get on your knees by Nicki Minaj: You gotta beg for it, beg for it, I wanna see you lookin' up. Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it. Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees.

Poker Face by Lady Gaga: Russian roulette is not the same without a gun. And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.

Prompts

Mommy kink

Dacryphila

Gagged and Bound

Anal Plugs

Chastity belts

Humiliation

Degradation

Omorashi

Body Worship

Loss of Virginity (Virgin Character)

Innocence Kink

Corruption Kink

Men wearing panties and stockings

Faceriding

Cuckolding

Revenge/Makeup sex

House Husband kink

Mistress kink

Pegging

Lactation/Breastfeeding kink

Breeding kink

“How quick can you make me cum?”

“I’m not touching you unless you beg me to.”

“Bad boys don’t get to cum.”

“Take it.”

“Please, mommy.”

“You look so pretty on your knees.”

“I like men better when they shut the fuck up.”

“Did that hurt? (...) Good, because it was meant to.”

“Keep making those noises for me, baby.”

“You’re not coming unless I say so.”

“You’re in so much trouble, baby boy.”

“Should've thought about it before you decided to piss me off.”

“Jealousy looks great on you.”

“I’ll be so good to you.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Please, gimme more.”

“So fucking tight.”

“You’re such a pathetic little slut.”

“Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”

Situations (You don’t have to use these, but I thought I could give you some extra inspiration):

Jealous reader shows character who he belongs to;

Reader pegs the ‘_’ (insert whatever annoying behavior you want) out of the character;

Reader cucks disobedient character;

Character surprises the reader with a maid costume;

Reader makes character wear a sex toy (anal plug, vibrating panties, chastity belt) in a public setting;

Seemingly innocent and sweet reader surprises character with a kinky side;

Seemingly kinky and experienced character reveals a soft, innocent interior;

Reader gets revenge on her cheating partner;

Reader verbally humiliates the character;

Character accidentally call the reader “mommy” in the middle of sex;

Yandere!Reader is obsessed with character;

Yandere!Reader thinks that the character is cheating on her with another woman.

Tagging some writers who may be interested. Please don’t feel pressured to join.

@buckycuddlebuddy @msmarvelwrites @sweeterthanthis @whateveriwant @imanuglywombat @nsfwsebbie @jtargaryen18 @jobean12-blog @world-of-aus @river-soul @buckyownsmylife @burnthematches @sherrybaby14 @sinner-as-saint @kleohoneyao3 @literate-lamb @candy-and-writing @cap-n-stuff @docharleythegeekqueen @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @honeyloverogers @honeygingergemini @fafulous @foxgloveprincess @giorno-plays-piano @gotnofucks @gogolucky13 @cherienymphe @mcudarklibrary @emilykjh @overr-written @teamcap4bucky @threeminutesoflife @iraot @sebbysbaby @propertyofpoeandbucky @hailmary-yramliah @cryptidcasanova @asadmarveltrashbag @angrythingstarlight

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #stucky x reader #writing challenge

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thebonesofhoudini · 3 years

Audio

Here’s tonight’s episode for you to enjoy. Good lord this episode came out amazing.

Tracklist

J Dilla - Jay Dee 50

Local Artist - Dancer

Archie Hamilton & Benson Herbert - Swerve

Wavescape - Dave (2001 Mix)

Braincell - Peterson Session

Fred - Mono Flight

Haass - Night Shift

vault. - Wandering

Anton Kubikov - Higher And Higher

Archie Hamilton feat. Onallee - Eye Of The Storm (Archie Hamilton VIP Mix)

Christopher Ledger - MPC Sketches 02

BADEO - Particularity

Skender - Right Away

Janeret - Bright

Aybee - In The

Gauss - Odyssey

DJ Slip - L Train To Bushwick

Paul Hester - Millennium

Grant - Viewpoint

Eduardo De La Calle - Low Vaikunthas

Harrison BDP - The Flow

Steve Hammer - Small City

DJ Lil' John - After Dark

Levantine - Cry

Kaelan - Odissey

Monk Dub

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Bankrupt | dark!40′s!Stucky x reader

Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: non con, dub con, DP, anal sex, coercion, a lil bit of knife play, basically everything awful you can imagine, please don’t read if you would find it upsetting.

@hnryycvll thanks for watching me write this live lol

moodboard by @nsfwsebbie

You knew something wasn’t right when Bruce left in the morning. He kissed you on the forehead, which was normal, but just before he stepped out for the day he turned back.

“You know I love you, right honey?” he asked nervously.

“Uh, yes, of course I do,” you answered with a raised brow, “I love you too.”

“Good,” he nodded, stepping out the door again.

“I’ll see you when you get home,” you smiled.

“Of course,” he agreed, and shut the front door behind him as he walked to his car.

You’d seen that look before, and you knew he’d done something. But it felt different this time. You wouldn’t be shocked if he came back with a few bruises, claiming he had tripped when you knew he had been roughed up by mob thugs over his gambling debt. He had told you before that he’d settled the debt and that it was going to be fine, but you weren’t sure you could really believe it anymore… after years of lying and stealing to feed his addiction, you had lost a lot of trust. But you always tried to stay positive.

That said, a knock at the door an hour later made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You really considered not answering it, and yet you were already unhooking the latch and turning the knob before you knew what you were doing.

Two men stood outside, dressed much nicer than a visit in this sort of neighborhood merited. You nearly had to crane your neck to look at them: they were so tall. And you could tell that underneath the three pieces, they were carrying a lot of muscle.

You’d seen guys like this hanging around before. You knew what they did.

“My husband isn’t home,” you instantly informed them.

The blonde one standing in the front smiled. The dark-haired one in the back took a last puff of a cigarette before dropping the butt and stomping it with his shoe.

“That’s no trouble,” the blonde explained. “Why don’t you let us in and we can talk to you?”

“You can go hassle him at work, if you want,” you shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“We’re not here for your husband, sweetcheeks,” the other one interjected with a tone of irritation.

“Just invite us in for a drink, won’t you? It’s hot out,” the blonde requested.

You didn’t get the sense you had much of a choice. You stepped back and opened the door. The two of them nodded as they filed in, giving your living space a cursory glance as you shut the door. You knew it wasn’t much. You hoped they felt guilty for taking all your money and leaving you with so little that you had to live in a place like this.

When you turned back to face them, you caught their glances moving up your body. You tried to ignore it.

“Do you want ice water? I think I might have some tea--” you began.

“It’s fine,” the blonde dismissed, “we’ll make this quick. We just need to have a little chat with you.”

“What about?” you asked nervously.

“Your husband owes a lot of money to my employers,” the dark-haired man explained through a thick Brooklyn accent.

“I don’t see why that’s my problem,” you frowned, crossing your arms.

“It’s about to be,” the blonde chimed in, his tone lacking in any sense of mocking or deridition… which somehow made it even more sinister.

You did your best to keep a brave face, not show any fear. You knew that’s what they wanted, and you had no intention of giving them anything they wanted.

“What, you gonna beat me up?” you asked incredulously, rolling your eyes.

“No, sweetheart, that’d be a waste of a pretty face…” the dark-haired man looked you up and down with a grin, “...and a great body.”

“Let’s start from the beginning,” the blonde suggested, cutting through the tension. “I’m Steve, and my associate here is Bucky. We’ve become quite acquainted with your husband.”

“Heard a lot about you,” the other-- Bucky, apparently-- added as he took a seat on your sofa like he owned the place.

“Only good things, I hope,” you chuckled nervously.

“Only great things,” Steve confirmed.

“Come sit on my lap, doll,” Bucky smiled, patting his leg.

“N-no, I’d better not,” you denied, stepping back only to bump into Steve’s towering form. He pressed his body against you and you gasped as you felt the hard outline of a gun by his waist.

“Go sit on Bucky’s lap, sweetheart,” Steve recommended with a low voice, his eyes scanning you hungrily.

You nodded a little as you obeyed, watching Bucky’s face as you uncomfortably stepped towards him and sat on his knees. He slipped an arm around your hips and pulled you back until you could feel what you hoped was a gun against your thigh.

“You seem like a good wife. Obedient,” Steve praised, stepping a little closer.

“Loyal,” Bucky added, his voice reverberating over your neck as you felt the heat of his gaze. “Stickin’ with him even when he spent all your money. You shouldn’t have to live like this.”

“Yes, well,” you swallowed, “marriage requires… sacrifice.”

“You’re more right than you know,” Steve laughed.

“I don’t underst--” you began.

“Buck, hold her legs open,” Steve commanded as he started to reach for his fly.

Before you had a chance to attempt to squirm, Bucky obeyed and grabbed your legs, wrenching them apart with a brutal strength that you had no chance against. Your skirt rolled up your thighs and you tried desperately to cover yourself but it was futile.

“No, please,” you began to beg, the illusion of fearlessness finally cracking.

“Does your husband ever get rough with ya?” Bucky asked with a low voice right against your ear that sent crawling chills up your spine strong enough to make your back arch. “This’ll be like that. Only better.”

“No, no please, you don’t have to do this,” you rushed as you saw Steve step forward, pulling his cock out from his trousers. You looked away, though as you did you realized you should look at it to prepare yourself as best you could. You gave it a glance only to whimper and look away again; it was big, and thick, and he was stroking it to its full size with ring-adorned hands. He laughed a little when he saw your intimidation.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart, I bet you’ll like it.”

“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll get the money if you need it, just don’t--”

You were interrupted by Steve’s hand roughly grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You think this is a negotiation?” he growled. “It’s not. The negotiation happened yesterday, with your husband. He traded you for forgiveness of his debt. Don’t you understand? It’s over. You’re ours now.”

Before you had even fully processed the meaning of his words, tears were welling in your eyes and you began to sob. “It’s not true,” you denied, “you’re lying. He would never…”

“I’m a lot of things but I’m no liar,” Steve frowned. “Buck was there-- he sold her right? You remember?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded, “and pretty quick, too. It was his idea, actually. We didn’t even lay a hand on him before he offered you up. Showed us a picture and everything.”

You fought against Bucky’s grip again as you cried but it was useless: he managed to pull your legs up higher, hooking under your knees, and grab your wrists too. The position was uncomfortable but you couldn’t really worry about that as you screamed and cried at the feeling of betrayal. “No, it’s not true, it’s not true…” you sputtered, not making much sense anymore, and not really believing your own words.

“You look pretty when you cry, doll,” Bucky purred. You tried to kick at Steve and Bucky pulled at your legs harder, sending pain to your hips and causing you to yelp.

“Stop fucking fighting,” Steve hissed. “You understand that if your husband isn’t good for the deal he made, we’ll kill him, don’t you? So you’d better behave if you want to save his life.”

You froze. On one hand, this was the guy who had apparently traded you to these awful men as if you were his to give away, and you hated him for all the years of lying and sneaking around and, most notably, gambling away all your money until he was deep in the mob’s pocket.

On the other, you still, for some reason, loved him. You couldn’t stop yourself from loving him. You’d promised to stick by his side for richer or for poorer. You hadn’t known then that this was the poorest option, let alone one you would have to choose. But you couldn’t let these men kill him.

Steve held your face with his hands in a way that was both dominant and soothing-- or at least, an attempt at soothing.

“You’re going to be good, aren’t you? For your husband’s life?” Steve pressed.

You shivered a little, but took a deep breath and nodded. He smiled and patted you on the cheek.

He pulled a knife from his jacket and quickly sliced off your underwear. You sniffled as you tried to stop crying, fighting the urge to try to close your legs as Steve kneeled to look at you closer.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he cooed. “You know, at first I wasn’t sure this was a fair trade. I mean, he owes us a lotta lettuce. But now I’m thinking he’s the one getting screwed.” Steve stood up and wiped a tear from your cheek. “You know, besides you of course.”

“Just get it over with,” you whispered. They both laughed.

“What’s with the pessimism, sweetheart? Behave yourself and I’ll make it good for you.”

You whimpered a little as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, focusing instead on the hard grip Bucky had on your arms and how it would probably bruise tomorrow-- it wasn’t a pleasant feeling either, but much easier to handle than a near-stranger’s cock about to plunge into you.

He had to push pretty hard to get it to go in, barreling past the resistance of your walls until he was sliding into you. You gasped and cried out, feeling Bucky’s cock harden underneath you in response to the sound.

“Fuck, so tight,” Steve groaned. “If I had a wife like you I’d’ve never let you go, sweetheart. Wouldn’t even let you leave the house. Not when I could fuck this perfect little pussy all day long.”

“It’s that good?” Bucky asked with a husky voice.

Steve buried himself in you completely and savored the feeling of your muscles fluttering around him. You bit your lip and fought your tears.

“You’ll get your turn, Buck,” Steve promised, “but I can’t promise I can give her to you in one piece.”

He pulled back out nearly all the way before slamming back in, making you choke on a scream. He set a brutally hard, yet slow, pace as he fucked you senseless, stretching you open more than you’d thought was possible. You hoped you weren’t as loud as you seemed to sound in your own head.

“You like my cock, don’t you? See, this was what you always needed,” Steve purred. “A real man. Somebody to fuck you like a whore, just how you like it, huh?”

“Hnng,” you gurgled in lieu of a reply.

You relaxed into Bucky’s embrace as best you could, letting Steve use your body and hoping it would all be over soon.

“You ever gonna let me get a piece of that?” Bucky growled at Steve.

“Soon,” Steve nodded breathlessly, “just a little more… fuck, it’s so good.”

Steve made a noise when he pulled out like he was mustering all his restraint to do it. He gripped his cock once it was free, stepping back and watching Bucky adjust your body on top of him as he freed his cock from his suit pants.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be good, right?” Bucky pressed as he angled you to slip onto his cock. You nodded feverishly as he finally pushed into you, rougher than Steve had, making you wince. “Oh god,” he groaned, “you’re so wet. Your pussy feels amazing, doll. Jesus.”

You felt an unexpected sense of pride warm your chest. You refused to believe that you actually wanted to make him feel good. You decided it was just a tactical thing-- the more you pleasured him, the sooner this would be done with.

“Good, right?” Steve asked with a smile.

“So fucking good,” Bucky agreed, leaning you forward a little. “Come on, baby, bounce on that cock,” he encouraged. You set your legs on the ground and balanced your hands on his knees, lifting and dropping your hips with stuttered breaths as his cock brushed against something inside you that made your legs shake and quiver.

Bucky leaned back and watched you work, occasionally taking a moment to squeeze or slap your ass. His hands wandered over your back, your shoulders, even your thighs; Bucky’s touch explored you until you felt his thumb circle over the puckered opening of your ass and you jumped a little in shock.

“Not there,” you begged, stopping your movements. “Please, not there.”

“Wherever I want,” he corrected sternly. You whimpered a little as you felt him press ever so slightly, your tight rim expanding to accept the tip of his thumb.

“Say it,” he demanded.

You forced your eyes shut. “Wherever you want,” you repeated. “Wherever you want, Bucky.”

He hummed in approval, and pushed his digit in to the first knuckle. You suppressed a gasp.

“Did your husband ever fuck you here? Or did he try, but you wouldn’t let him?”

“He never… we never…” you began, shaking your head.

“Seems like a waste,” he replied in a low voice, pushing in a little deeper. “You’ve got such a great ass. First thing I noticed when I walked in.”

“Is this what you were thinking about?” you asked with a gulp. “Is that what you wanted to do the whole time?”

He chuckled darkly, and it was answer enough.

He pulled his cock from your pussy and you hated that you’d supplied plenty of lubrication all on your own. He held you up as he started to press the head against your tighter opening, watching himself penetrate you with dark eyes.

He pushed his hips forward, adding more and more pressure until he was able to break past the tight ring of muscle, and you gasped like the wind had been knocked out of you.

“Fuck!” he yelped, his head falling back against the top of the couch. “So fucking tight.”

It stung like nobody’s business but you tried to keep your breathing steady as he pulled you down to the base of his cock, which was apparently even thicker and so much harder than you seemed to remember.

“Aw, I’ll be gentle, baby,” Bucky soothed as you whimpered, moving you on top of him slowly. “I don’t wanna break you. Yet.”

The pain took what must have been hours to subside, your toes involuntarily curling into the shag rug-- which made you realize your shoes must have fallen off at some point. Even when it hurt, you felt the pleasure underneath it all, his cock managing to stimulate places inside you even through the layer of your body in the way.

“She’s dripping, Buck,” Steve observed with a predatory grin. “She loves it.”

Bucky slipped his fingers between your legs and felt the wetness for himself, indeed as plentiful as Steve had promised, reacting with a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “Fuck, you like my cock in your ass, don’t you?”

You shook your head even as you felt your hips moving with his involuntarily.

“Just admit it,” he growled, wrapping a hand tightly around your neck. “Admit that you love getting fucked in the ass, because you’re my dirty little slut.”

You sobbed, choking from the tightening grip on your throat. “Bucky,” you whimpered, trying to plead with him but not getting very far into it.

“Do it for your dear old husband, huh? God, what would he think if he saw you know?”

You closed your eyes, trying not to imagine the answer to that question.

“He’d probably be wishing he’d known sooner that his innocent little wife liked it up the ass.”

They laughed and you winced, feeling Bucky graze his teeth over the shell of your ear.

“Say it, doll,” he whispered, “say it just how I told you to.”

“I…” you began, but trailed off. You yelped when he slapped you right between your legs, sending a shock of pleasure-pain through your body. “I love getting fucked in the ass,” you finally stuttered out, “because I’m your-- your dirty little slut.”

Bucky moaned right into your ear, thrusting faster and deeper into you. “Yeah, that’s right. Dirty mouth on ya, too. Gonna fuck you there another day.”

“Please,” you whimpered, not entirely sure what you were asking for.

Every slam of his hips into yours made your body shake, and you whined when he stopped thrusting to hold you down and grind against you.

You moaned with every movement, unable to stop the tears from flowing as the pain and the pleasure became indistinguishable.

You were so lost in it that you didn’t realize Steve was standing in front of you again until you felt his fingers pressing into your pussy. You were so wet that it took almost nothing, but you still gasped.

“Damn, so wet for us. Such a good girl,” Steve groaned.

Bucky pulled your legs up again, stilling inside you to hold you open for Steve.

“You can let go of her now, I reckon,” Steve informed Bucky. “She’s done fightin’. Look at her, she loves it.”

Bucky nodded and let go of your legs and arms. You did try to shut your legs a bit, not out of any notion that this would stop: you were just trying to relieve the soreness in your hips.

It didn’t last long as Steve pushed your legs apart, freeing Bucky to wrap his arms around your waist.

You hadn’t even known it was possible to fit two cocks at once, especially two cocks like this.

You made a noise that was purely inhuman as Steve pressed into you again, feeling full beyond the brim, incapable of taking anymore-- and there was still so much of him left.

“I can’t,” you began to protest, but it fell on deaf ears as Steve continued to slide into your pliant body. “It’s too much! Steve!”

That got his attention, and he looked down at you with bared teeth. “You’re gonna take it, whore. You’re gonna take our fucking cocks. And you’re gonna say my name just like that when I come in this ruined little hole.”

You sobbed as he bottomed out, feeling your holes clenching around them as you struggled to fit their girth.

Both of the men groaned a bit as they felt your struggle, Bucky licking and kissing at your neck while Steve tore your blouse open and roughly palmed at your tits.

“So fucking perfect,” Bucky praised before pushing your face to the side, pulling you into a deep and sloppy kiss. You reciprocated instantly, though you struggled to put much thought into it as all your attention was on the peculiar and powerful feeling of two men inside you at once.

You heard your moans get louder and more unabashed as they were lost in Bucky’s eager mouth, echoing back until you weren’t sure who you were hearing anymore.

Steve’s thumb roughly rubbed at your clit and you nearly screamed from the overwhelming sensations flowing through your body; your head fell back on Bucky’s shoulder again, who kissed your temple and cheek in a way much too delicate for the situation.

“Didn’t I say I’d make it good for you?” Steve growled. “Tell me how good it feels.”

You would look back on this moment and try to convince yourself that you were immersed in your role, that you were just saying whatever he wanted to hear for your own safety. You would repeat over and over internally that you hated it and that you were just a hell of an actress with a strong sense of self-preservation. But you would know that it was a lie. Because what you said next was the honest-to-God truth, and deep down, all three of you knew it.

“It feels so fucking good!” you screamed. “Please don’t stop, oh my god, I’m going to-- fuck!”

“Yeah baby, come on my cock,” Steve praised. “His cock, too. Come for us.”

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck to brace yourself, “yes, yes, yes!”

Every part of you tensed up and tightened, your entire body like a spring pulled to its limit. And as the tension released and you felt yourself shatter in their arms, a gush of wetness pulsed out of you.

“Fuck,” Steve grinned, “look at our girl, coming so hard for us.”

“Bet her husband’s never made her do that,” Bucky laughed. “She’s clenching around me, Steve, I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Want us to come in you, baby?” Steve growled, nipping at your jaw. “You wanna be so full of us, don’t you? Wanna make us come?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, exhausted and weak, limp in his arms, “yes, Steve, please…”

Bucky lost it first, holding you so tight that you could barely breathe. He babbled praise against your ear as he spilled inside you, telling you how good you were for him, how you were gonna make him feel good from now on, whenever he wanted. You could barely process that as you felt Steve follow suit, moaning weakly as he pumped into you with stuttering thrusts, painting your insides with his spend.

“Yes,” Steve hissed as he began to come down from his high, both of them buried in you as deep as they could fit, all three of you panting like you’d just run a marathon.

You winced as Steve pulled out of you, your face feeling hot as you felt his cum begin to leak out of you.

Bucky helped you stand up and adjusted your clothes a little until you were covered up again… but you were sure you must’ve looked completely fucked anyways. He scooped you up into his arms; an hour ago it would’ve terrified you, but now you leaned into his shoulder and curled up into a ball in his embrace. He carried you out of the house and laid you down in the backseat of their car, with a tenderness you wished he had shown a little sooner.

He sat in the back with you while Steve drove you to Bucky’s apartment: your new home, they informed you excitedly.

The movement of the car rocked you to a place between sleep and wakefulness, and you tried not to listen to the men talking about the plans they had for you, or the ‘assignments’ they needed to complete this week. Steve talked about needing to go out of town, and they decided that he would take you with him to relieve his stress. “I’ll miss you though,” Bucky cooed, stroking your hair.

You were crying but there were no sobs, just tears flowing silently as you tried to think about the lines they were leaving on your face and not the fluids leaking from the rest of your abused body.

When the car stopped and you were carried into Bucky’s apartment, you felt your locket slip from your neck and fall into a grate. A picture of your husband was inside that locket. You got the sense you wouldn’t be needing it anymore.

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when-i-was-your-angel · 3 years

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Steve Rogers Drabble

NSFW!

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

WARNINGS: Dub/Noncon, Oral (m receiving). Anal, Vagnial, P in V sex, backshots, no lube, possessiveness, petnames (peaches, baby, little girl, princess), daddy kink, spit as lube, mention of masturbation, innocence kink, degradation, praise, Captain kink

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. DO NOT READ IF THE AFOREMENTIONED BOTHER YOU.

Steve Rogers would want to claim all of you.

He'd start with that pretty little pussy, fuckin' you deep and slow so he knows. Knows no other man will be able to fuck you like he can. Make you cum like he can.

Then that perfect mouth. God, Steve loves your mouth. Your perfect lips are what he thinks of when he's stroking his cock on a long mission, thinking about how cute you look with your pretty lips stretched around him.

Finally, finally, he'll take your tight asshole. He's ruined every other hole, and now he wants to take the last of your sweet innocence. Wants to transform you into the perfect cockslut he knows you can be. Should be.

He's gentle at first. Takes your pussy from behind and working his thumb into your tight hole. Steve didn't bother asking you first, he knows whats good for you. For his princess. For his whore. He shushed your complaints with vague praise, smoothing his large hand up and down your back.

"Hush now, baby. Don't you wanna be good for your Captain?"

"'s gonna feel so good, peaches. Don't you worry that pretty head'a yours about a thing."

Then he'll push his broad cockhead in your sweet hole, spitting on the puckered ring as lube. He shushes your whines and pleas for lube, praising you and telling you what a good job you're doing as he robs you of the last of your innocence.

"Sweet girl. Doin' so good for me. Takin' me like a good lil' girl."

"Daddy's got you now."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #dark!steve rogers #tw noncon #tw dubcon #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst

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openforjean · 4 years

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the king’s secret

dark!king!steve rogers x handmaiden!reader

warnings: +18, dark fic, dub con, unprotected sex, oral sex (m), fingering, breeding kink, degradation, sex with knight!bucky too, cheating, language, pussyspanking, spanking, forced breeding (kinda)

a/n: ty for 4.7k :’) here’s a lil something to show my appreciation and love <3

“You say she’s in the kitchen, Barnes?” Steve questions Bucky, his loyal knight and close friend.

“Yes, my king. She wears a white gown and a gold necklace, her name is Y/n,” he answers.

Steve hums. “What can she do? Is she good to you?”.

“She’s very useful, and yes she is. Very good to me,” Bucky says in a low voice.

The sound of skin slapping and panting filled the garden, y/n clutches the grass as she gets pounded from behind.

Y/n looks over her shoulder and she sees the knight, shirtless with his head rolled back, holding up her gown. The moon shines on his sweaty body, his moans become louder and she feels cock twitch inside her.

”You want my seed in you, don’t you whore?” The knight questions, y/n doesn’t answer only whimpers as his fingers begin to you with her aching clit. His other hand smacks her ass, his metal hand. Y/n yelps, “yes, I want your seed in me”.

“Beg for it,” he demands. The knight begins to slam harder into y/n, she screams as he begins to rub her clit harder. “I want my womb filled, please fill me with your seed,” y/n screamed as she reached her peak. Her legs trembled and her body gave out. She laid out on the ground as Bucky filled her womb with his seed.

“She must be very good if she has you coming back to her,” Steve says. Barnes lets a small chuckle out. “She is. May I ask why you take such interest in her my king? It’s so sudden,” Barnes asks.

“I only ask because you seem happier, more satisfied. I’m happy for you,” Steve says.

Only lies. Steve knew about you and him before Bucky even mentioned it. He has eyes everywhere in the palace.

After the conversation, Steve sat in his throne thinking about his relationship with the queen.

The rumor is true. The queen cannot satisfy the king.

It’s sad, Steve lays in bed longing for sex and his own wife can’t fulfill it. But! His mind goes to the name Y/n from the kitchen, Bucky’s little whore. Or whatever you are to him.

Steve leaves the throne and makes his way to the kitchen, he enters. Chatter ends.

The women freeze and the tension rises, his eyes scan for a gold necklace and he finally finds it.

You’re kneading dough, his eyes meet yours and he examines your body. A nice face and backside.

“Are you Y/n?” He asks, with his eyes scanning your body. “Yes, my king. I’m Y/n,” you answer, leaving the bread all alone.

“Come with me,” the king says. You abandon the dough and you follow behind the king.

You follow him in silence as he takes you to an empty bedroom. He closes the doors and locks it. You begin to feel nervous and uneasy.

“Y/n, you are loyal to me, right? To your king?” The king asks and you nod. “You’d do anything for me, correct?” You nod again. “Good girl, get on your knees,” he demands. You drop to your knees and your mind goes to Bucky. Yo knight. This is betraying him, with his friend, the king.

He pulls down his pants and trousers, he begins to pump cock looking down at you.

“Please your king,” he says above you. You grip his cock and you begin to pump it with guilt. Your heart weighs heavy and your stomach feels sick. “Faster,” he demands. You go faster, twisting around his tip, you wrap your other hand around his shaft too.

Pre cum begins to drip from his tip and as you pump his cock, it covers it. You look up at Steve and his eyes are clouded with lust as he looks down at you, his lips part and he lets out a little moan. “You work so well with your hands, let’s see how your mouth feels,” the kings says. You take him in your mouth and his jerks forward, you were about to pull away but he takes your head down his length. He guides your head down and pulls you off.

“On the bed,” he demands. You stand up, Steve strips off his clothes and waits for you to do so. But you don’t. “My king, I have someone and I don’t know-”

“I know, Bucky, my best friend and bet knight. He’s told me all about you, his little plaything. He seems to take interest in you, and I can see why. You’re very beautiful and you have a great physique,” the king says, getting closer to you. You gulp, he gets close enough and pulls you to his erect member. You feel it throbbing through your gown. “But I am the king, and you listen to your king. Now, strip and get on the bed,” he sternly says, ghosting your lips.

You strip and you lay back on the bed. You close your eyes and you dream of Bucky. Your knight, in your heart. You’re not sure if he likes you or not but being with him, is different. The thought is interrupted by the king teasing your bud, he rubs it and gives it a harsh spank. You yelp and he spits on your core, the warm spit dripping down your core managed to turn you on. He pushes his fingers in you as he watches your face get lost in euphoria. “You have such a pretty pussy, you smell divine too. Barnes is a lucky man to have you at his service,” the king says. He pulls his fingers out and he licks off your juices, “you taste delicious too, holy fuck”.

He slides into you, filling you completely up. He’s longer than Bucky, and he’s stretching you so much. It almost hurts, you moan. “You like this don’t you? You like fucking the king? Tell me you like fucking me,” he says, sliding in and out you. He dips down and latches onto one of your nipples, he sucks and nip at it. “You fill me up so well, my king, please go faster,” you plead, holding onto him. He goes faster, and he begins to moan around your nipple. He pulls away and his mouth is wide open just like yours. Only silent screams fill the air, he groans. “You feel so good around me, I could just cum in you,” he says, going faster into your hole. You moan at his words. You can’t lie and say you’re not enjoying this. It’s wrong but he feels so good. What? No, no, no. He can’t cum in you. “Please, not in me my king, cum on me. I can’t-Bucky,” you plead. Steve only goes faster slamming into you, your head rolls back and your back arches and you come undone. “You’re going to take my cum and if you happen to get pregnant, we can make arrangements. But you are taking my cum, you’re gonna take it like the good whore you are, right? You’re my whore, my little whore,” he says, groaning as his cock spurts out cum.

He doesn’t pull out, he waits and makes sure he’s done.

You lay limp and in deep thought about the chances about you getting pregnant.

The king lays beside you, naked.

“If you tell Bucky, I’ll have him sent to battle. And you’ll never see him again, and you’ll have no one but me. Your king. You’re my little whore now,” he says. His words scare you.

He pulls you to him and he whispers into your ear “I think I might make you mine”. He kisses your temple and holds you close.

You’re now the king’s secret

again tysmm for 4.7k, love u all:’)

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foxgloveprincess · 3 years

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If you are taking requests tho… 👀👀👀

Hi nonnie! I’d be happy to help you out by recommending some writers I follow! I’m not really taking requests right now. I tend to take drabble requests occasionally, but will post about it when I do. Right now, I’m focusing on a couple of my story ideas that I’ve had bubbling around in my brain—so that’s my focus.

But...here’s the names that immediately popped into my head when I read your request:

@nony-bear - writes mostly for Chris Evans characters. But they have some Steve fics that are really good and include little!reader. Lots of sweetness and fluff and sexy on this masterlist.

@harryspet - writes for Bucky and Steve. She writes dark fics and has some really stellar little!reader fics that still feel kinda soft and sweet in a twisted way.

@mianorth - does a lot of little!reader and has some soft!dark (and dark) content. She also takes requests (though they are closed right now)! So definitely check her out. She writes for lots of characters, but Steve, Bucky, and Nat are ones I’ve seen her write for frequently.

@peachyteabuck - their masterlist has a lot of range and variety. They have some amazing Nat content. And the whole universe of Old School (Makes Me Drool) and Good Behavior is just *chefs kiss*. Lots of submissive reader fics and interesting relationship dynamics. Truly stellar content to check out.

@mypoisonedvine - writes some great Steve and Bucky and Stucky fics. Just absolutely fabulous writing. This includes some little!reader fics, but really everything on JD’s masterlist is pure gold.

#✨rachel replies✨#fic recs #writer recs #masterlist recs #i love nonnies

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okay so i just got my first ever massage today and holy crap it was so sensual. and i was wondering if you could write something where like tony’s had so many massages in his life that he knows where the best spots are and peter is stressed cus of college or whatever and tony gives him a massage and peter cums just from tony giving him a back massage.

Ooohhh, yes! I’m not one for massages personally because I kinda hate being touched by people I don’t know, especially like that, but I’ve given a few to friends and received a few from past lovers, so I hope this is to your liking! Thank you so so much for the prompt! I added a little dry humping in this, too, because cumming just from a spinal massage seemed a lil too unrealistic.

Super healing was all well and good, but Tony knew well enough that it didn’t mean the absence of pain. He’d been around Steve long enough to know that in some cases, it even amplified it. What was feeling your bones and muscles stretching for each other if not painful?

Watching Peter wince and reach for his lower back for the fourth time since they holed themselves up in the lab, Tony knew the answer. The kid had taken a pretty decent battering on the field - No broken bones, but plenty of taut, aching muscles.

“Hey, kid” Tony called, setting down the holo-pen he was using and motioning for Peter to join him. The boy moved happily but gingerly, overcareful of stretching too much as he bounded over to Tony’s side.

“Yes, Mr. Stark?”

“You doing okay? You’re creaking more than I do”. Tony had just began to come to terms with the fact that his age unfortunately hadn’t slowed down. He was verging on fifty, greying at the temples and finding it harder and harder after each battle. He was by no means unfit, but age was unkind to even superheroes.

“I’m fine, Mr. Stark. Just kinda twinges a little” Peter shrugged, and visibly regretted it. Tony cast the kid a pointed look, and he deflated slightly. “Okay. So...It kinda does suck. But only a little! Like, a day or two and I’ll be fine. Hot baths help, too”.

Tony gave a considering hum and reached up to rub at his jaw. “What about massages?” He asked, and Peter blinked at him.

“What, like...Some stranger rubbing you all over while you wear nothing but a towel?”

Tony huffed a laugh. “I don;t know what porn you’re watching, kid, but the majority of places ask you to wear your underwear or a bathing suit”. Peter went a pretty shade of dusky pink, eyes flitting anywhere but Tony’s face as he died a little inside.

“Uh. Well. No to either. Both! I mean...I’ve never had a massage. Its just a little weird, isn’t it? And expensive” Peter rambled, gesturing meekly. Tony supposed it was a little strange, but he was also not ill-advised of the merits of a skilled masseuse.

“Cm’ere” Tony coaxed, motioning Peter closer. The boy frowned a little, but was mostly curious as he stepped forwards, and Tony grasped him by a lithe shoulder, turning him until the kid was facing away from him, and Tony could see the smooth lines of his back through his shirt.

He reached up and set his hands on Peter’s shoulders, brows furrowing as he carefully felt about the honed muscles. God, but Peter was tense. Not coiled like a spring, but he definitely wasn’t lax as Tony pressed his thumbs gently into the meat of his shoulder. Peter jolted in surprise but visibly forced himself to relax as Tony began to knead at him, and after several moments, let out a soft sound.

“Huh. That’s...Not so bad” Peter admitted, when Tony was digging into the space between his shoulders, paddling out the tension across his spine there. Tony gave a light smile and a hum, to show that he was listening to him.

“You feel like someone just caught you jacking off, kid” he chuckled, and then paused. Perhaps...Not the greatest choice in words, and he hurried to wipe them from immediate existence. “I know you got pretty beat up out there, yesterday. How about I book you in with my guy, huh? You can see him whenever you feel too...Tense”.

“I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I mean, I don’t think I want some stranger feeling me up” Peter replied, but it was quiet, distracted as Tony let his hands dip a little lower, to the point where his spine began to broaden out into shoulderblades, pawing at the meat and bone.

“Have a think about it” Tony urged, thumbs pressing against the dip of Peter’s spinal cord, and the boy gave a muffled, sharp sound. Tony almost, almost paused, but he knew pleasure when he heard it, and continued wordlessly. And he was kind of glad he did, because when he took the selfish opportunity to run his hands down Peter’s spine, the kid truly did feel like he’d been tazed or something.

“Jesus, kid” Tony whuffed, petting gently at the locked up muscles. Peter ducked his head and then looked over his shoulder at Tony, almost shyly. Tony greeted him with a small smile and let his knuckles graze the delicate outline of the boy’s spine, not enough to really do enough except indulge himself.

“Alright, here. Sit on this chair, facing the back” Tony instructed, motioning to his abandoned stool. It had a sloped back, and Peter twisted, moving cautiously but clearly interested to see where this was going to do. He took a moment to psych himself up as he watched Peter splay those toned, lithe thighs around the chair, watched the shirt hug his back when he leaned forwards.

But Tony was nothing if not a pleaser, and he stepped forwards, waggling his fingers and then driving the heels of his palms against the small of his back. Peter made another of those soft little noises, and Tony offered a smirk, brows furrowing as he focused on mapping the lines of Peter’s body, each slope and curve and each battered muscle.

Somewhere along the five minute mark, Peter’s head was lolling and on every other press of Tony’s hands he was uttering pleasured, sighed little sounds. It sang through Tony’s veins, catering to every nurturing and giving atom in his body. Peter was growing laxer by the minute, and yet...

“Hey, kid. If you wanna get the most outta this - And this isn’t a come-on, but you ought to be laying down, and I’ve got a perfectly working bed one floor up” Tony remarked, trying his hardest to word it so it didn’t sound like he was being a leech.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter sounded sleepy, but his voice was a little higher, too, hitched like he was trying to contain himself.

“Not a come-on” Tony hurried to reiterate, hands stilling but not leaving Peter’s body. “Massages are done with you laying down, right? So you’re all relaxed and...Easier to mash up like a potato, I suppose. I can do a little magic like this, but if you want the full effect...”

He was aware of how it all sounded, and he was about to take it all back when Peter shifted, and then nodded.

“Okay. Yeah. Um. Are you sure? I mean, its your bed” Peter uttered, Tony stepping back just in time for him to swing a leg around, standing and then sitting again, so he was facing his mentor. Tony snorted lightly, and eyed him.

“You say that like I’m a wolf and its my den”.

“Well. No. But its kinda...Private, isn’t it? Like, its your space”. And. Well, Tony could understand that. He was, in fact, rather comfortable with having his bedroom as his personal space. Especially with the majority of the Avengers living at the Tower now.

It was his space, yes. Even the rare hook ups he’d managed over the years, he took them to one of the spare rooms. But he wasn’t about to tell Peter that, and he certainly wasn’t going to analyse why he was so comfortable with the idea of Peter not only seeing it, but laying in his bed.

“Its not like you’re gonna be rolling around naked in it, kid”.

And.

This is why he didn’t talk to people. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, but a shuffle brought his gaze up and he blinked when he found Peter standing, smiling at him almost meekly.

“Okay, Mr. Stark. It’ll be nice to be able to move around properly again”.

Tony opened his mouth, closed it, and turned on his heel. He’d offered; he couldn’t back out of it now. It felt hideously odd to lead the way to his room, his skin prickling and his mind like a box of angry wasps. He was hyper-aware of Peter’s footfalls behind him, light and steady.

The stairs. The penthouse main suite. Up the short steps and along the balcony. And...Right outside his bedroom door. The actual penthouse was nothing new to Peter - The two of them had spent enough time in here, as had the other Avengers, though it was by far not as heavily populated as the ‘main floor’ of the Tower, now dubbed a communal space.

And yet.

Tony pushed open his bedroom door before he could think too deeply about all of this, and swung an arm out with bravado. “Ta-Da! Here it is. My humble abode. Or...The very top part, at least”.

Tony’s bedroom was...Indulgent. His bed was a super king, and then just a little bigger. Black sheets that adorned a mix of silk of teddy fleece, and snowy-fox style fake fur throws. Ample pillows. The decor was minimalistic but a blend of regal and cool, sleek modern. Steel greys and deep blacks. One entire wall gave a one-way view of the cityscape and could be projected into anything he desired.

Besides him, Peter audibly breathed out.

“I know. Pretty lame, right?” Tony could do with more than 6 blankets. And he could definitely do something more creative with the decor. Besides him, Peter looked affronted.

“My bed came from a garage sale”.

“Ah” Tony considered, then gestured. “Go ahead”.

Like a puppy being told it could get on the couch, Peter went bounding towards it, flopping down near the centre with a delighted sound. Tony’s heart did something that defied gravity, and he let Peter squirm about for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Alright, alright. Roll over”. And he was really gonna have to stop with the puppy analogies before he couldn’t walk down the same street as a dog anymore. But Peter co,plied instantly, rolling onto his stomach with a whine of satisfaction, nosing into Tony’s sheets and...And he took the opportunity to adjust himself briefly, cursing the fact his cock had pricked up in mild interest.

“Alright. I’m gonna avoid any ‘deep tissue’ kinda territory, because you’ve never had a massage before”. And Tony knew from personal experience that ‘flying before you could walk’ was not always the best approach. Peter was looking at him again, blinking doefully and entirely too trusting, and Tony gave a light cough before he set a knee down next to Peter’s hip.

He decided on safe territory, and went back to the boys shoulderblades and upper spine, kneading intently and applying more pressure than he had before, know he knew the boy was safely and comfortably relaxed. Beneath him Peter was pliant and soft, eyes closed, arms crossed as a pillow and doing something utterly unforgivable to Tony’s heart.

He let his hands naturally gravitate towards the centre of Peter’s back, pressing at the easy slope of his spine. Beneath him, Peter’s hips hitched, and Tony fought back a smile. Involuntary movements could be hilarious. He pressed the heels of his palms down, thumbs sliding along the gentle ridges of the bone, and Peter heaved out a breath, hips pressing down into the plush bedding.

It was relatively quiet, Tony focusing on his work and Peter reaping the benefits of it with cute little noises. It wasn’t until Peter moaned that Tony realised his hips were inching quite...Rhythmically.

Doing his best not to alter his hand movements, Tony let his gaze zero in on the boy’s hips, watching as they rolled languidly and minutely against his bed. Something feral opened its eyes within him, licking its great, gaping maw. Tony sucked in a sharp breath and let his weight drop a little more, pressing Peter’s hips against the bed.

“O-Oh” Peter stuttered, and Tony couldn’t help a sly grin.

“Good?”

“Mm” Peter breathed, lips parted. Tony watched, rapt and hungry, gravitating to the space between Peter’s hips. He did his best not to make it obvious, the way he manipulated how Peter rutted against his mattress, but before long the boy was shaking and a steady stream of moans were dripping from his tongue.

Peter seemed to catch himself at one point, stiffening, cheeks flushing, but Tony shushed him cheerfully. “Hey, its okay. At least you’re not screaming in agony” he teased, and Peter giggled, relaxing again.

“I’m sorry. Its just...Its good? I mean, it hurts a little sometimes. But it feels really nice”.

He wanted, so badly in that moment, to make Peter feel even better. To drive his hips down against the bedding until he came. It was possessive and greedy, and he tried to fight it even as Peter’s sweet, high little moans filled his ears.

“Its okay” he repeated, quieter. “How does...Do you feel any better?” He asked, keeping his voice light. Below him, Peter nodded, paused, and squirmed.

“I do, yeah. Tonnes, but...I mean, I’m still a little stiff? In the middle. Maybe...Maybe the muscle is too tight? Or its not the right angle?”

Something twisted within him, warping and bending until it snapped, and he was parting his lips before he could even muster the self-control to murder the thought. “I could...Its not common. For obvious reasons. And feel no obligation to agree, but I could change the angle? Just means kinda...Sitting. On your legs. A little”.

And...Fuck. He wanted to claw the words back in, especially when Peter’s breathing hitched and he whimpered, but...Fuck. Was the kid nodding? The kid was nodding.

“Okay. Yeah. Just...For the...Benefits” Peter near whispered. Tony stared at the back of his head for a little while longer, tracing the spirals of his curls before he sucked in a breath. Right.

“Right” he affirmed, and after a moment, he brought his other leg up, so, so carefully over the other side of Peter. He aimed it close to his knee, so that when he truly shuffled across he wasn’t quite reverse-straddling the teenager. The angle actually was better, because he could pay closer attention to the alignment of his back and the muscle layout.

And now that he had better access, he began to knead at the boy in earnest, drawing soft little ‘uh’s on each press that went straight, unfortunately, to his dick.He couldn’t help the thought that this was quite possibly what the kid sounded like, stroking himself to orgasm in secret, late at night in his room.

“O-Oh. That’s...Yeah, Mr. Stark” the boy half-moaned, shaky and almost surprised, like he hadn’t ever expected it to feel this good.

Tony’s own hips nudged forwards, irregardless of his own permission, until he was all but three inches away from grinding against the teen like a...Well. Like a teen. Tony remembered all those youthful days of rutting against his partners like a dog in heat, the teasing friction that layers of clothing offered.

“Can you...Could you go lower? Like, the bottom of my spine? It feels...tight” Peter sounded hesitant, but more in the way that he typically was when asking anything of Tony. It was still fresh on Tony’s mind that it had taken the kid almost a month of being at the Tower to even ask for a drink.

“Yeah, kid. Okay” Tony agreed easily, surprised at how little his voice strained or wavered. He shuffled on his knees to adjust his balance and lowered the placement of his hands, watching Peter’s spine bow under his touch, hips sliding in an arc against his bed.

The short little hitches had Tony tipping forwards without even really registering it, and when a shuffle from Peter had Tony’s hips just barely grazing his ass, they both paused. Tony was about to open his mouth when Peter relaxed again, fingers flexing then twisting in the bedsheets, and he wordlessly continued.

The squirming increased. The moans grew bolder, less held back. Subtle nudges became flat out grinds into Tony’s luxurious sheets, and each torturous movement nudged them together in bare touches.

One particularly heavy press of Tony’s palms had Peter letting out an honest to god whine, hips pushing back against his hips instead of down against the bed, and Tony breathed out heavy, thumbs digging into his muscles. “Good?” He rasped, and Peter whimpered below him, fisting the sheets tightly and grinding back again.

“Peter...”

“I’m sorry. It just...Your hands. The bed” Peter heaved, burying his face into his arms to hide his shame. Tony found himself squeezing Peter’s hips, swallowing thickly as he looked down to see where they were connected, the jut of his hips flush against that plump, round ass he’d been doing his best not to look at for the past fifteen minutes.

“Its okay” he was speaking before he could even think about it, fingers flexing reassuringly in their perfect, fitting hold before he ran his hand down Peter’s spine, pet at his flank. “Happens to the best of us. Just...Don’t ruin my sheets”.

God. What was he saying? This is why Pepper didn’t let him do things. Or meet people anymore. Beneath him Peter’s little body hitched and he turned his head slightly, blinking back at Tony with wide, vulnerable eyes.

“Wha-?”

“Just relax” Tony cut him off, hands drifting to resume his work on that tight little knot at the base of his spine. It looked like Peter was going to protest, but then he lolled his head back into the duvet, nuzzling it with a low groan.

“M-Mr. Stark” the boy dragged out, trembling just ever so slightly under his hold as Tony drove his hips down against the bedding, and pulled them back up against his hips, where his own cock had begun to swell into a thick rise.

“You’re...Hard” Peter squeaked, and Tony ground his teeth, thumbing at a stiff slope of muscle.

“Yeah” he agreed quietly, and was surprised when Peter’s hips drove back against him. His breath stuttered in his lungs and he folded over slightly, gripping at Peter’s hips as a spark of pleasure jumped through his pelvis.

He fucked forwards against it without thinking, pressing down on Peter’s bowed spine, drawing a moan from both of them. “How close are you?” He ground out, rolling his hips languidly to ride the slope of Peter’s firm ass. Beneath him the boy whimpered and rolled his hips in response.

“Close”.

“That the skill of my hands, or the durability of my bedding?” Tony couldn’t help teasing, and Peter shuddered beneath him, head shaking slightly as he refused to answer. Tony couldn’t even feel affronted - He knew the pleasure of good bedding and sturdy mattress.

They began to move together in earnest, rutting with single-minded intent like Tony was eighteen and driven by his cock all over again (he might not be eighteen now, but the latter still largely applies). Tony braced himself, thighs tensed and body arched over Peter’s, riding his ass like it was all he was born to do even as he kept working on Peter’s spine, digging into the meat and bone until one of Peter’s arms bent backwards, searching.

Their fingers interlocked and Tony moved his arm forwards, bringing Peter’s hand back to a more comfortable position as the signs the boy was getting closer to completion became more apparent. Tony’s own pleasure was coiling through his body, taut like a spring about to release. He felt flushed, heady, cock hot and desperate.

“Mr. Stark!” It was pitched, a half-yelp, and then Peter’s body was jerking beneath him, arching and locking up, torn between fucking forwards and pressing back against Tony’s cock as the boy shuddered through his orgasm, coaxed through it by Tony’s hand on the centre of his back, pressing him down into the mattress.

Peter cums with the most breathtaking sound. A moan warped into a cry, shaking and rich with pleasure and emotion. Has the bite heightened everything? Peter’s senses are always so sharp, so raw. How did an orgasm feel, when even the sound of your own breathing could overwhelm you?

When the kid finally, finally slumps down beneath him, still pinned - allowing himself to be pinned - Tony can’t bring himself to chase his own, heat and guilt fighting an equal war in his gut.

“How do you feel?” He bit out, forcing himself to let up some of the weight. Peter had only consented to Tony making him feel good. And even then...Had it really been consent? He kind of felt like the guilt was winning out of the heat.

“I feel good” Peter breathed, head turned to blink at him lazily, sated. “Really good. I feel...Loose”.

The lecherous smirk is dazzling before he can stop it, palm sliding down the gentle slope of Peter’s spine the settle dead centre on that inviting, round ass, thumb pressing just a fraction into the dip of his cheeks, towards a wet, hot heat Tony knows awaits.

“Want to feel even looser?”

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 16

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Summary/TWs: Trouble is brewing. Canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of wounds and Clint whump. Bad, terrible, no-good medical accuracy. Aliens. Reader is an anxious genius with low self-esteem and PTSD. ✨spicy sadness✨

From now on, chapters will be posted un-beta-ed. She's taking a lil break. 💖💝✨

I liked to think I had made peace with the fact that my boys and girls had one hell of a dangerous job. Natasha, Clint, Steve and Bucky frequently left for missions and while I missed their usual bickering in the background, it wasn't like the tower's common room became absolutely quiet. The fact that they mostly did recon-only missions helped, too, as they would come home unharmed and in one piece. The worry was there but subtle - like setting the table and including silverware for the people who were gone on a mission.

Peter's patrols went less smoothly, usually. He was small and even in his spider-suit, the boy was frequently underestimated by common thugs. Apparently, they didn't know how to read the news - it was blatantly obvious the hero was enhanced. And yet somehow, Pete more often than not sported all sorts of bruises, scratches and tears.

Tony and I routinely tore out our hair over the spiderboy's carelessness. The engineer had a funny way of showing he cared for Peter. Once I got to know him better, my brain dubbed them as Irondad and Spiderson. And it wasn't weird at all, somehow, that I was basically fucking my best friend's dad. Tony never made me uncomfortable, if anything, he went to great lengths to accommodate my whims. Tony continuously found time for me, answered my dumb questions and soldiered through the shenanigans I got up to after having too much caffeine and too little sleep.

Sitting in the quiet, empty common room was unnerving. It was shortly after dinner time - the evening news skipped their usual political debate in favour of the battle that was raging downtown, the reason for my headache and wrung hands.

I missed Tony's running mouth. The aliens the team was fighting looked quite hilarious, murderous intentions aside, and I could only imagine the way Tony and Clint would mock them. Hentai rejects. Tentacle porn knock-offs. The aliens were squid-like, about half the size of a human and very, very slippery, from what I spied on the TV.

An irritated-looking Stephen had me equal parts apprehensive and drooling - one after another, he conjured up a series of small portals, teleporting the aggressive octopods only god knew where. It would have looked incredibly badass if not for the exhausted sheen of sweat I could see on his brow, even despite the camera footage being shaky and grainy.

The news footage showed Tony - Iron Man, soaring contentedly through the darkening skies and taking out the squirmy mass of tentacles with his plasma beam repulsors. Steve and Bucky and Loki appeared too, sporadically, being well-oiled murder machines. Nothing new.

Yet, I worried. The little worm of doubt was squirming full-force. I tried to ignore it, yet pacing, sitting and playing Candy Crush got me nowhere. I pestered Friday to order pizza, the team's usual post-mission order plus a large one for me - stress-eating was better than stress-popping-molly in a tower full of superheroes. It took some courage to admit to myself I'd gotten attached enough to be this much from running away from all that in a blind panic.

And it would be the best option for them, really, because they had much sensible things to worry about than me. Yet every time, my selfishness won against even the most logical arguments I presented. I hated fighting myself but it was all I did - not only I was in love with Tony, I loved him.

Even when he forgot about my existence for five days, to emerge from his workshop with a new piece of tech that revolutionised one or another or something else. I loved him when he annoyed the ever living fuck out of everybody, me included, because I knew that it was hilarious to see people getting riled up over totally trivial shit. I loved Tony Stark when he ran away from his feelings, and everybody else's, because he never managed to run far enough. Or he didn't want to. I loved him, because he was like a multilayered puzzle, complex and captivating and beautiful.

I thought a lot about it, more than people would have noticed. For someone as selfish and goal-oriented as me, Tony lived in my head rent-free most of the time. And nobody would find out if I had the choice because let's face it, I'm a short cameo in his life. I'm a fuckin' catch and even then, I can't expect to hold his attention forever. His genius is too brilliant to settle for one when he could easily have the whole damn world.

Another hour consisted of me pacing and accompanying the pizza delivery boys to the common floor. It was hilarious - they were obviously star-struck about walking the same carpet as their heroes. I could see the faint hope of meeting one of the Avengers in their eyes, their posture. All they got was me - in my sweatpants, Tony's tee and no bra. My tits got the attention they deserved, at least.

My lounging was interrupted by a golden circle noisily appearing in the middle of the room, followed by Clint abruptly falling through it with a pained moan. I froze, the pizza in my mouth turning to ash - Strange poked his head through the hole in space, finding my eyes. He looked exhausted.

"Help him, I don't have much time," He breathed and disappeared, closing the portal behind himself.

The pizza piece flew back in the box as I stumbled, jumped over the headrest, kneeling beside Clint in no time. "Bird, tell me what hurts," I demanded. Not that I had a clue what to do. I mean, I knew basic first aid and...

"My leg," He gritted out, curling in on himself. Fear flooded me, limbs turning to lead. Hawk had a good pain tolerance, I knew he could break an arm and not utter a single syllable until he thought it safe to showcase his vulnerability. "That squid motherfucker stung me, I don't know. My whole body is on fire," His speech was slurred.

I nodded, deciding to limit the touching to only the necessary actions. The leg of his pants was torn and the wound itself was shaped like a whip mark, thin and red and angry. It oozed a yellowish pus-like substance, it smelled bitter, almost like stale water and seaweed salad. I didn't know much about aliens but jellyfish stings, I could work with. A short Google check later, I had an approximate plan.

"Friday, run diagnostics." I ordered, taking a deep breath and filing away the fear, the panic and anxiety for later.

"Mr. Barton has a wound that appears to be contaminated with an unknown chemical that is causing an adverse reaction. The elevated body temperature suggests that his immune system is fighting it. I would suggest a blood test to examine the offending specimens."

A blood draw? I could do that. I definitely, absolutely, could do that.

"Bird, Clint, did you hear that?" I gently touched his shoulder only for him to recoil from my hand, muttering unintelligibly. "Pretty bird, I'm going to help you. Let me." My bedside manner needed improvement - with brain running a mile a minute, I babbled utter nonsense as Friday directed me to the needed supplies. Getting the blood was a feat on it's own - I had to physically sit on top of Clint to get but a tiny vial of the red liquid.

A few tears escaped the emotional fortress I had to build within myself. Clint was in so, so much pain - pain I was inadvertently making worse by touching him. I sprinted to Bruce's lab, feeding the sample to be analysed by Friday, tearing through the room in a hurricane. First aid kit, IV, saline, antibiotics. Restraints, too, just in case.

"Analysis complete. The contaminant appears to be acting similarly to a parasitic infection with a short life-span. Primarily feeds on copper, iron and various metals contained in the human body. Does not appear to reproduce or multiply, my algorithms cannot determine the cause of said behaviour. Calculating..." Friday's mechanical voice paused. "I have calculated the approximate duration of Mr. Barton's symptoms. Onset of critical stage in one to three hours. Complete extinction of parasitic organisms in approximately sixty hours."

"Fri, do you think I have a chance of saving Clint before he goes crazy from pain? And have you figured out what's causing it?" My brain was all over the place.

"I have the best faith in you, miss." The AI sounded almost... Comforting? "I am still running multiple diagnostics. My algorithms suggest the organisms may be attacking the nerve endings - reason unclear."

An idea struck me. A crazy, brash, absurd idea. The pathogen was alien and we didn't have antibiotics to kill it. Even if I gave Clint some sort of medicine, it could go awry really really quickly. Besides, wasn't there a medical team for this..?

"Friday, alert the medical suite."

"Request denied. Per Mr. Stark's protocols, only Sir himself and Dr. Banner are authorized to request medical assistance in case of alien pathogen contamination."

"Fuck. Fuck, that makes no fuckin' sense!" I yelled helplessly. "Okay, do you have blood matching Clint's type laying around?" I asked sarcastically. This protocol pissed me off. What was Tony scared of? That someone would steal alien germs? Too late for that, there were plenty of samples all over the sidewalks downtown.

"A-positive, blue refrigerator, top shelf." Friday's answer was curt.

My hands shook. My whole body shook. Clint was laying in fetal position right where I'd left him and the man wasn't looking better - he became paler, dark circles under his eyes, clammy sweat breaking on every exposed part of his skin. Moving him was out of the question - Clint violently recoiled from me once I tried to touch him.

Reluctantly, I dragged the dining room chairs and piled up whatever heavy things I could on top of them, praying to every god that they would hold a trained man trash around in pain. Then, came the restraints. Belts with clips unlike one could see in a movie with a psych ward. I fumbled with them, then with Clint - very slowly, but I got both of his arms fastened and the man rolled onto his back.

"Wwhat... S'appening..?" Hawk finally slurred, cracking his eyes to see my (probably) disheveled and panicked face.

"This is going to hurt, I won't lie. A lot," I rambled, setting up the tools needed for both a blood draw and a blood transfusion. "I'm not a doctor. I'm not a scientist. You have alien parasites in your blood. I'm going to get rid of em," I announced, not mentioning the fact that I had to Google all the things I was going to do to him.

"S'okay, I trust you," Clint slurred again, moving about much more weakly than before. The tips of his fingers began to turn blue and the blood vessels on his face stood out in a pink-purple web. Not good.

My finest thinking moment: laying out some tarp around the archer and putting on gloves and a mask to minimize the possibility of getting infected. I started with the wound first, carefully wiping away the yellowish goop and immediately sealing it into a biohazard container. Some alcohol around the edges, the wound began emanating a faint wisp of smoke as Clint yelled hoarsely. I didn't even react - man, aliens and their germs were fuckin' weird.

Another biohazard container traveled next to Clint's arm. I had a disposable scalpel in one hand and my courage in another - it was now or never. The vein I was cutting was a minor one, but with Clint's body in total disarray, it was an ugly fountain of pinkish-purple liquid that spurted from it. I was no doctor but blood shouldn't have looked like that.

I stared at the timer on my phone. Twenty seconds, thirty, fifty. Eighty seconds, the blood was beginning to have more of a red hue. Clint's breathing slowed, tremors subsiding by a smidgen. One hundred and eighty seconds, the stream was a healthy deep red colour. With a swift motion, I wrapped up the wound, folded his arm, tied off the blood flow higher up his arm with a spare restraint. Clint wasn't moving much anymore; my hand that periodically checked his pulse shook but dutifully did it's job. His heart was working steady.

Compared to having to drain a friend of his blood, setting up the IV with a transfusion was a walk in the park. My mind was empty of any thoughts but for the actions needed to complete the process.

The container with contaminated blood, closed, sealed and put in a plastic bag, along with the gloves and the tarp. My own exposed flesh, meticulously scrubbed with alcohol until the skin became red and raw. All the instruments, Clint's pants, my clothes - in the bag.

The archer himself was laying still, his breathing steady and calm, face no longer looking like he was one step away from the grave. After undoing the restraints, I wiped down every surface we touched with Tony's vodka - rubbing alcohol had run out and I was too emotionally drained to go downstairs and leave Clint for too long. Whenever the booze collided with a stray drop of blood, a wispy smoke emerged. Such an interesting reaction. Part of me couldn't wait to examine the phenomena together with Bruce. The other part was considering the possibility of having a panic attack in a seafood restaurant.

"Fri, keep an eye- a sensor on Clint for me, will ya? I need a shower and some pants," I denounced tiredly, padding to the communal shower. I found respite, however brief, under the steam for a few minutes. Then I found Tony's old tee and a pair of someone's sweats - I didn't care whose. Post-stress adrenaline shivers had me feeling stark naked in the middle of Alaska despite the room being a toasty, comfortable temperature according to the digital thermostat.

Now I just had to think about what to tell the team.

Propping Clint's head on a decorative pillow and covering him with a soft fleece blanket was the least I could have done for the long suffering archer. The floor was hard but I sat next to him, running a hand through his matted hair, my brain an incomprehensible mess.

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