#ya'll be pulling sick flips now

[fairies-ask-legend-answers]

@individualperson8756

Legend will definitely use this to his advantage! Only for petty reasons, of course. But first, where did you go??

[megamindsecretlair]

One Track Mind

Pairing: Kane x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Use of n-word. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), size kink, hella dirty talk, begging, all consensual. Daddy kink. Toxic smut. Established relationship.

Summary: You were tired of listening to Kane's lies. You were sick of coming home to a chaotic house. You're mad with Kane and he has to set some things straight.

Word Count: 3,244k

A/N: Kane had to go on and say something that left me feral as hell! Enjoy my rotten brain. This had me sweating! Lemme go on and cool down. Ya'll can thank @planetblaque for this! It was written in a daze so all mistakes are mine. All arguments should be settled like this, just saying!!! Enjoy if you do too! Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs.

Taglist: @browngirldominion

You entered your home to the sound of niggas cheering at the TV. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, hanging your head down low at the thought of these mu’fuckas again in your goddamn house.

It was a never ending circus of clown niggas in your home, eating your shit, laughing and farting. It was revolting. You came in and slammed the door. Kane and his little friends barely acknowledged you. 

You walked past the TV. Kane sat in the recliner by the arch way. He caught your hand as you passed by. Brought it to his lips and placed a small kiss there. “No kisses for me?” He asked and looked you up and down. 

Too annoyed to be flattered, you yanked your hand out of his. “I’m sick of this shit, Kane,” you said. 

It was bad enough that he made you move down here after his bid. You hated it down here. Fake ass slice of paradise. There was always mu’fuckas running in and out of your house like you were a group home. Then it got shot up not too long ago and you were still finding debris on your floor. 

Kane rolled his eyes and sighed. He turned his attention back to the TV. You’d had this argument a dozen times. And he was gon’ hear it a dozen more. You walked into the kitchen to unload the few groceries you could manage. You did not want to keep shopping for these niggas. Maybe if the food dried up, they’d clear out. 

Finished, you walked past the living room. Kane stopped you once more. You snatched your hand away with a tiny slap against his wrist. His hand gripped your wrist, squeezing a bit. “Now that’s the second time you don’ walked past me with no kisses,” he said.

“Let me go,” you hissed at him. His little friends got quiet. You leaned into Kane’s face and leveled him with a stare. “Let. Me. Go.” 

Kane stared at you back. Smoke from his joint wafted into your face. The TV blared on and on about some commercials. 

Kane smirked and let you go. You whirled around and headed straight for your room. It was decorated in your favorite color with a complimentary trim on the bottom. You turned on the light and closed the door behind you.

You were still so fucking mad. You couldn’t walk around your house in your panties anymore. There was always someone around, always someone sniffing up under Kane’s balls. You liked the money as much as the next person, but you did not sign up for this shit.  

You turned on the TV, flipping the switch on the big box, and walked over to the closet. You stripped out of your work clothes, hanging them up. You climbed into bed in one of Kane’s shirts and laid across the top of the bed. You pulled a pillow over and hung your head on it. 

A moment later, the door opened. No knock. “What the fuck?” You yelled out, scrambling to cover yourself.

“You know I’m the only nigga that don’t knock around here,” Kane’s raspy voice said. Inwardly, you melted. His voice was like running your fingers across violin strings. Your thighs tingled just hearing it. 

“Go away, Kane.” You settled back on the bed. Fuck ass nigga. 

“Fuck is this about?” Kane crossed the room with his slow gait. He leaned against the dresser next to the TV. He leaned forward, his arms scraping his legs. “Fuck with the attitude?”

“I want these niggas out of my house. I’ve been sayin’ that shit to you,” you snapped. 

The tattoo above Kane’s eye twitched as he raised his eyebrow. You stared at him. “You bold as hell today,” he said. 

“I am sick of these mu’fuckas in my house. When we came down here, you promised shit would be different. You promised that I’d have my privacy. That this wouldn’t touch me,” you said.

“Baby, I told you things were going on that required extra security. These little niggas are ruthless. There’s no respect,” he said. 

“You and your fuckin’ code,” you said and rolled your eyes. When he was in a mood, he liked to go on and on about the game. That too many OGs got killed or put in jail. Leaving too many little Black boys to run along with their own rules. No one to rein them in. 

When he got like that, you tuned out and hoped it wouldn’t last all night. 

“Code is what keeps us safe,” he said.

“Whatever, Kane. Go away,” you said. You weren’t in the mood for an argument. You turned your eyes to the TV, letting the soft light lull you away. 

Rough hands grabbed you by the ankles and yanked. You screamed, nails sliding against the covers looking for an anchor. Kane’s hands rubbed and squeezed on your booty, scrunching the meat in his hands. 

A breath escaped you, close to a moan but you held it back. “Kane, what the fuck!” You yelled. You tried to hold onto your anger, but when his hands were on you like this your brain turned to mush. It was like he had you trained to his hands, to his voice. One look, one sigh, and it had you on your knees ready to do whatever he wanted. 

Kane ran his finger beneath the center of your panties, his finger lightly rubbing your pussy and clit. You bit your lip, hard, fighting to keep down the rising moan. The urge to arch your back and forgive him. 

“Fuck this, Kane. Get them niggas out of my house,” you yelled.

“You forget who pay all the bills around this mu’fucka?” Kane slapped your ass, hard. 

You cried out, but your pussy only got wetter. He went back to rubbing your booty, rubbing the sting away. 

“I am doing everything I can to make sure you’re straight, baby. And the only thing I get back is attitude. You wouldn’t even kiss me on the cheek. Fuck am I supposed to think about that?” He slapped your ass again. You felt your ass jiggle, each bringing more pain. 

You cried out and hoped it was in pain, not that it felt good. You didn’t want to encourage him. But it was probably futile. His finger was still running up and down your pussy, his finger getting wetter and sliding more smoothly.

“I’m sick of this bullshit, Kane. Yours this and yours that. I can move back to Vallejo tonight!” You had been kicking around the idea for a while. You were unhappy here. This was not what you had pictured. He said you’d be safe. He said he’d take you away from your family and treat you like a queen. He was nothing but a liar.

“You sick of the bullshit, then why my pussy wet?” 

At his words, your pussy throbbed. A weak whine left you. 

“Huh? What was that?” His finger sped up and you shivered. Your mouth worked open and closed like a fish. You couldn’t draw in a full breath. 

“Nothin’ to say now?” He asked. He slowed his finger. 

“No, no, no, no, wait,” you cried out. You moved your hips, trying to get his finger to speed up. Had he kept going, you would’ve cum in no time. 

“Get off me, Kane. Fuck you!” 

“It’s cute that you think you can just leave me,” he said. “I know this shit been hard. But I haven’t lied, baby. I got us. And I can’t do this without you,” he said.

“I don’t fuckin’ believe you anymore,” you said. Tears floated to the surface but you ignored it. You didn’t need this shit. Moving was sounding better and better. 

You felt Kane lower his sweats. He moved his finger to move your panties to the side. You wanted to push him away, tell him to get out and go hang with his little friends. To find some other bitch to suck his dick. 

Kane moved closer, swirling his dick in between your folds to get the tip wet. You shivered and moaned. He slapped the fat tip against your clit and you cried out, needing him to get on with it. 

“Let me hear you say it,” he said.

“I hate you!” You said.

Kane chuckled and slapped his dick against you again. “Then why my pussy wet then?” 

He slid inside you and you moaned again, clutching the sheets. Kane buried himself all the way to the hilt. He groaned and shook himself a few times, to make sure that he was feeling every bit of your pussy. 

“You know I love you, baby,” he said. His hands gripped your ass and squeezed. You moaned and shook your ass. His answering groan only turned you on and made you clench around him. 

“I know you love me too,” he said. He lifted your shirt, pressing kisses along your spine. You held on to the covers, nails digging deep and making your fingers cramp. 

“Move, nigga!” You demanded. 

Kane chuckled. His hand snapped out, wrapping around your ponytail and yanking. He pushed the side of your face into the bed. His face was next to yours, his breaths starting to come out in harsh bursts. 

“I see what the issue is now. You just wanted some dick. Daddy been gon’ too long, huh?” He asked. 

“Fuck you,” you said and pushed against his hand. He moved his hand down to your neck. His fingers tightened against it and you moaned, fighting off tears. 

Fuck him. Because dammit, he was right. With all of the craziness going on, you were lonely as hell. Kane was too paranoid to really let you go out. Sure, you went out for work and random crashes with your friends. But most of your life was spent inside being guarded from stray bullets. 

He moved, moving out of you and then slamming back in with a brutal thrust. You cried out. Air escaped your lungs. You breathed in choppy waves. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here, baby. Everything I do, it’s for you,” he said. He kissed your ear and pressed forward, cutting off even more of your air supply. You couldn’t fuckin’ breathe. Kane used his incredible size to completely cover you. 

He moved out and then slammed back in again. “Oh god,” you cried. Your brain went ten kinds of mushy, calming down and making your eyes droop. He completely stretched you out, that fit tip pushing against the deepest part of you that he could reach. 

“I’m sorry Daddy hasn’t been around. But you have to start talkin’ to me baby. Let me know when you need me to get you right,” he said. 

“I’m serious, Kane. I don’t like these niggas in here,” you managed to croak. 

“It’s for your protection, baby. I need you safe. You keep me going,” he said.

He moved his hips. Your wet, hot channel warming his dick and soaking him. You felt how wet you were. Arousal leaked out around his dick, slipping down your thighs. Fuck, you needed him to move. You needed him to slam his dick inside of you. You needed him to put you to sleep. 

“I’m not comfortable here,” you said.

Kane moved his hips and you groaned. His dick twitched inside of you. You pictured him busting a nut, filling you up, and claiming you the way you wanted. 

Kane sighed and kissed your cheek. “What can I do to make you comfortable?” He asked. “Please, baby. The last thing I want is for you to leave me,” he said in your ear. 

His raspy voice only made you cry out. A shake was working its way up your legs and hips, vibrating with need. Kane moved a hand to the front of you, running his fingers through your pussy lips and rolling around your clit. 

You jerked forward, cumming on his fingers and flooding his dick with your arousal. You moaned and cried, shaking and twitching on his dick. 

He held you down through it, watching you with fascination as you unwound. “There it is, mama. Don’t that feel better?” He asked. He kissed you on the lips, running his tongue along the corner of your mouth. He licked your face and you moaned. 

“So pretty when you cum, mama. Say you won’t leave me,” he said. 

“Kane, I can’t–”

Kane moved over you slowly, stroking his dick into you at a leisurely pace he set. You moaned on every time he went in, somehow getting impossibly deep. 

“Tell me you won’t leave me. Who else hit this shit right?” He asked.

You didn’t dare answer. Your answer was never satisfactory. Kane moved his fingers to his mouth and licked them. He hummed and the wet smacks of his tongue turned you on. He felt it and angled his hips, driving in. 

“Who else get this pussy talkin’?” He asked. 

Your legs shook holding up your weight. “It’s you,” you said. You needed him to speed up. But Kane always did the opposite of what you needed. 

You continued to slide up and down his dick like a slow see-saw. You cried out. His hand squeezed harder on your throat. 

“Then why don’t you believe me, huh? Can’t you feel what you do to me?” He asked. 

You did feel it. His dick slid against your walls. The veiny underside rubbed inside of you. The tip of his dick kissed your G spot. 

“Kane, please,” you said. 

“You know what my name is, baby. Stop playin’ with me before I get mad,” he said. 

You didn’t want him to be mad. There were few things you could deny this man. You could at least be stubborn while he was winning. You could make him fight for every sound from you. Sort of. You never quite managed it in all the time you’ve been together. 

“Please,” you begged. Your belly tightened. With every stroke, he pushed it to the surface. 

He was dragging it out of you, each pump setting you on fire. 

“Say my mu’fucka name,” he said. His voice went lower and you cried out. 

“Please,” you whispered. 

He slammed into you once, jerking you to wake and scream out. “Daddy, wait!” You moved your hand behind you, searching for his body. He was pressed too close to you, so all you could do was slap against his back. Grip his shirt in your hands to push him off. 

Kane chuckled and started slamming into you over and over. “Feel so fuckin’ good squeezing this dick, mama. Gripping this shit. Needing this shit huh? Daddy won’t be gone so long next time, I promise. Haven’t I kept all my promises to you?” He asked.

“Daddy, wait, I’m sorry,” you said. His slams were forceful, pushing you into the bed harder and rougher. Your pussy walls fluttered around his dick and he groaned at the sensation. His thrusts were punishing. Pushing you too fast towards an orgasm. 

You cried out, your thighs squeezing together. “Tight as shit for Daddy,” he said. He kissed your lips, kissed your cries away. He kissed and licked your mouth, tasting your scream from the inside out. 

Your orgasm was still rolling through you. The tail end of it triggered another one. You started crying and shaking, mumbling under your breath. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” 

Kane finally groaned, filling you up with his hot nut. He pushed into you more as he came, biting your ear. His hand squeezed further, cutting off your air. 

Kane released you and slipped out of you. The mushroom head stretched out your entrance and you moaned. Kane slapped your ass. 

“You show Daddy that you want it. Show me you love me,” he said.

Kane yanked you off of the bed. Your jello-like legs wobbled on the plush carpet. He climbed into bed, having shed his sweats completely. You climbed back into the bed and backed into him. 

You straddled his legs and he slapped your ass. You pushed onto his dick and sighed at feeling full again. You got onto your elbows and started pushing your ass up and down, throwing it back on him and feeling more and more accomplished as he moaned.

His fingers curled around your hips. Fingertips pressed into your skin. He moaned and watched you slide on his dick. He once told you that he loved watching himself disappear into your wet pussy. 

That sometimes he got so hard, he had to rub one out thinking of your slick heat welcoming him home over and over. 

That thought made you lose your rhythm. Made you jerk and your hips stutter. Kane slapped your ass with two quick taps. The sting made you hiss. 

“Okay, okay,” you said. You rolled your hips, finding your rhythm again. 

“That’s it, mama. You needed this. That’s aight. I needed it too,” he said. He trailed his hand under his shirt, rubbing into your lower back.

“Oh shit,” you said, a moan accompanying it. The unexpected massage was like an extra slice of heaven. You clenched around him. You were stuffed, riding his big dick like one of them pony rides. 

“C’mon baby. Let me hear that pretty voice. You’re not going anywhere,” he said.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you relented. You moved your hand under your shirt and squeezed your nipples. A wave of pleasure moved from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. 

“You gon’ stay,” he said.

“I’m gon’ stay,” you whined.

“You gon’ stay by my side.”

“I’ma stay by yo side,” you moaned. 

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I need you, baby.”

“I need you, baby.”

“Fuck me,” he moaned.

“Fuck me,” you said and exploded around his dick. Thunder erupted in between your thighs. Lightning shot through your veins. The scream of the wind left your lungs as you came on him, creaming around him. 

You screamed out curses and stutters. Kane slapped your ass through this. “My fuckin’ pussy, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“This the last time we talkin’ about this shit, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.” He wrapped his hands around your back and pulled you towards him. Then, he grabbed your arms and pulled them behind you. You continued to slam yourself on him, even though you were far too sensitive. Too raw and exposed. But if you didn’t…if you stopped…you clenched around him at the thought.

“Daddy said he’ll get in this more, right? You believe Daddy?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” you said. 

Kane groaned and unloaded inside of you. His hot cum pulsed and shot deep. You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy,” you said.

The jets of cum tickled enough of you inside that one more orgasm rolled through you. You turned boneless, collapsing forward. Kane was the only thing keeping you upright. You twitched and moaned as it coursed through you. 

Kane wiggled his hips, causing a moan before he slipped out. He pulled you backwards. You groaned at the bend in your legs. The rough fucking made you twinge from overextended muscles in your thighs. 

He rolled you onto your side and followed behind. He spooned you, throwing one leg over you.

“I told yo ass, you can’t leave me. It’s us or nothing at all,” he said.

You sniffled and nodded your head. “Yes, Daddy.”

There's more! The Secret Kane Files

[lances-and-quills]

Symphony of Dusk, Chapter Two Part One

And now, chapter two begins, tell me what ya'll think Critisicm is always welcome :)

“Well, well, well, someone new.”

“Indeed, Lady Dusk, and they got tea all o’er my dress.”

“Yes, that is a problem, Negredo, pass the napkins please, or would you like to change, Lady Minagi?”

“No, I will be fine with napkins, although we can’t have these pawns just sleeping on the table, Negredo find them a room please.”

Cotton’s mind came back in a buzzing drone all at once, warm air prickling his skin as the haze of death lifted from his body. “Is this…the afterlife?” He whispered to himself. A hand knocked his head, a groggy voice accompanying it.

 “Cotton, quiet, you’re too loud I’m trying to sleep.”

He pulled aside the covers in shock, finding the sleeping form of Leice laid bare against the bedsheets. But he was so sure she’d died, just like him. He scanned his memories for any glimpse of the truth, only to turn up empty, the last he remembered was the forest, and his squad stopped for a break. “Why can’t I remember?”

Leice's tail whipped around Cotton’s body, forcing into the sheets, “Why do you have to be so loud?” She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him almost suffocatingly. “See, it's quiet now, peaceful.”

“Quiet makes me nervous.” He mumbled as her scales wrapped around his face.

The lamia hugged him closer, so close Cotton could feel her breath on his neck.

“Better now?”

“No.”

She glared at him, “One of these days I’m going to make you smile.”

“You already do, this just isn’t one of those times. Can I please get out of bed?”

She pouted but loosened her tail, letting him go, “I’ll miss you, come back soon.”

Cotton delivered a small peck to her forehead and threw the covers back over her, “I will.”

He exited out into whatever building he had found him and Leice cooped up in, observing its foreign architecture as he walked its halls. His jacket’s tail trailed behind him on the floor, surprisingly intact despite the battle that still barely flashed in Cotton’s head. It was the only remnant that anything had ever happened to them past the forest, the only remnant that something had gone wrong during his squad’s expedition. He rounded a corner, entering an open room with a counter in the middle and multiple silken booths lining the corners and walls, a brothel. There was no one around, the only sounds being the outside bustle and the silks as they danced in the room’s rose-scented air. A voice suddenly caught his attention, coming from a dark secluded alcove.

“Lost, Darling?” The voice emerged from the dark to reveal a woman dressed in rather plain clothes compared to the garish decor around them. She stood confidently and approached him with an impish grin, “My name is Casanarea Dusk, and before you try there is no need to thank me, hunter. it was a pleasure.”

“YOU saved us? But I don’t remember you.” Cotton trailed off, finding the memory of the battle, he immediately fell to his knees, covering his mouth as bile climbed up his throat.”

“Whoopsies, forgot about that, normally the memories should have come with you after the plane traversal, guess you’re a special case.” She shrugged her shoulders, “That or old Caelus was playing a prank, never knew with him.” 

Cotton heaved down his sickness, pointing a quivering finger at the woman, “Answers now!

The woman agreed with a flip of her lilac hair, revealing pallid skin the color of marble, “I’ll make it short for you. You died, however, Caelus and the Reaper believed you had more to do than just become a part of the Silencers or reincarnate so…here we are.”

The reality of their situation hit him all at once, his chest tightened, legs fell out from beneath him. So they had failed after all, of course, they had, whatever that THING parading itself as the monster lord was, it eclipsed them all. Far stronger than it had any right to be; Cotton and his squad had no chance.

“I see you’re still in shock from everything, I’ve given you a room for you and your beloved. To rest in. Go to her and come out when you feel ready, I and my staff will deliver necessities soon for your stay.”

“No,” Cotton said. The trauma he had suffered, it was great, but he’d be damned if it broke him like some porcelain doll. He gazed back at the scar of memory, anger boiling inside him. Who the hell said that had to break him? That he as a normal person should shatter into a blubbering mess at the feet of the memory. His heart raced, and his eyes squinted into angry slivers, How dare that beast kill him so easily and leave her mark on his mind! How dare she harm Leice! For that, he’d kill her a thousand times over! No! A trillion, till her blood became a sea, and her corpses became continents! He would create a whole new plane from her suffering for what she did to him and his companion. “First…I’m going to get a new rifle, then? I’m finding that whore who thought she could kill us and get away with it.”

A sigh came from Casanarea, “Of course, you would, welp.”

A thundering crack split Cotton’s hearing, his vision going black as something hard impacted the back of his head.

“Listen, just, take it easy, you can worry about HER later.”

[winterspiderpurrs]

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Lets do this! My brain is fried but I gotta put this out there before I forget! @smidnite and @illogicalkat ya'll are the best!

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Steve was spoon feeding May some of his frosty. They had ordered some all of Harleys favorite places. Burgers from Burger King - Frosty's from Wendys- Fries from McDonalds - Chicken strips from Caines. They had finished up eating for the most part.

Bucky dipped his fries into his frosty.

" So you actually married that guy?"

Peter sighed and nodded.

"yeah... But it wasn't the intention, we had been dancing around each other for a month or so... and well. When the trip came up, its kinda foggy but he invited me out and then.... the adrenaline was going and well... I guess he never really broke his habit... and I got dragged back into it. "

Harley, was flipping through the journals that Peter offered him as they talked. Asking questions here and there.

" I get that he didn't know about me but... why didn't he try to see you again."

"Its... I had hoped in the beginning he would come back for me. Then I thought it was cause of the drugs he didn't actually... really mean anything he said."

Bucky reaches over and rubs at Peters thigh.

" Now though... it could of been guilt. I ... had been sober for a few months already. And... well I was on my honeymoon so why not have the champagne and then one glass became two, then a bottle, then Tony brought out a thing of drugs.... The wreck was horrible. I don't remember much else other then waking up in the hospital. Then a month later I was sick... It took forever for the doctors to actually check me out, we all thought it was me detoxing with the withdrawals again and then found out I was pregnant... "

Peter rubs his hand against his matting gland, over the faint scarring of Bucky and Steve's bites.

" I was at-least four months and showing already when... Miss Potts showed up. Divorce papers, NDA.... it... was made perfectly clear that I was a mistake. And I wasn't allowed to reach out.... "

Across the country, Pepper is trying to get into SI. She felt like it was odd that the doors didn't automatically open up for her like they normally do. Rolling her eyes. Tony is probably in lock down mode. She pulls out her badge and the monitor flashes red. She tries again.

" Friday - Override lock down 56741jde6 "

"Access denied."

" Lock down override Alpha96AES104"

"Access Denied. Your badge no longer works Miss Potts. Please vacate the premises."

Pepper pulls out her phone and calls Tony, after the 3rd ring it picks up.

" Tony just cause your having a crisis doesn't mean you can lock me out of the building. I have to get to work!"

"... I have a son.... imagine my surprise when I show up with divorce papers and find a fucking teenager.... but you knew that already didn't you."

Pepper huffs and keeps trying to get her badge to work, typing in all the access codes she has control over on the side panel.

" Do you have a DNA test that SAYS he is your kid? He was in rehab when you met. He is a junkie omega. I know how your benders were and how wild you could be. Don't you think its funny you sleep with him one time and he is pregnant? Probably sleeping with any knot head to get a fix."

The post was getting a little long BUT @illogicalkat and @smidnite are so amazing for this!

Previous posts from the last addition done here:

And cause I loved it.... imma add a little more :D

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Steve went to get Sarah; his mom on the phone. She was always a voice of reason with him. He was hopefully she could shed some positive light in this situation.

"-That child has known you practically his whole life. You're his papa. Doesn’t matter what some... DNA test says A leanbh. " her Irish accent became more prominent, the more she talked.

" But a man has a right to his child. I know it's going to be hard. And poor Peter! Having to face that man again! I woulda hit him!"

Steve coughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

" Well, uuhh.. no problem there."

" Steve Grant Rogers Barnes! That temper of yours is always getting you in trouble!"

" Ma!"

" Could be making the situation worse."

" I know, Ma, I know..."

Steve could hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

" Well. Was it at least a good hit?"

Steve laughs and moves back toward the dining room where Peter and Matt are still at.

" Yeah, it was a -"

Clatter.

The phone slipped from Steve's hand as he stared at Peter.

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While Steve had wondered off to speak to him mom, Bucky had gone back up stares to check on Harley and May after seeing that Tony had gotten in the car and was a long ways away from the house.

Peter gathered up the paper they had, scanning it over to Matt's office for him so he could review it again in Braille once he got it to his special machine.

" I uuhh... have another question since it's just us."

" Of course. What is it?"

Matt tilted his head toward Peter, sensing that he was nervous again.

" I umm read before that you cannot uhh get divorced if your... pregnant?"

Matt blinks.

" Oh,"

Peter nervously gathers the papers and puts the extra copies in Matt's briefcase for him.

" It's not his. Obviously, but umm, I just wanted to be sure."

Matt smiles and shakes his head.

" You're fine. The state of New York lets you. And as he has no rights to you anymore... you're safe. Congratulations."

Peter smiled in relief and pressed a hand to his stomach. Laughing a little.

" Yeah... I just found out last week. Was gonna wait a few more weeks. Before saying anything to Steve and Bucky. This one definitely was an oops surprise pregnancy."

Clatter.

Peter and Matt turn toward the door to see Steve standing there staring. Cell phone on the floor.

" You're pregnant?!?"

Meanwhile, upstairs, Harley is pacing his room. Why would THE Tony Stark be here? Was it for Dads metal arm that Mom helped create? Was it the scholarship program his school had?

Was he coming to expand his art collection with one of Papa's paintings? Mom had gone back to school and gotten his degree and had written a couple of papers. But would that be enough to get Tony Stark's attention?

He looks at the magazines cut out he had of Tony Stark from a few years ago when he was on the cover of Time magazine. Dad had bought it for him while they were in line at the store. He frowns a little. Now recalling the wide-eyed stare his Mom had when he came into the room and saw it the first time. He seemed oddly nervous when he asked where that came from and why he had it.

The look on Tony Stark's face downstairs, he seemed scared, nervous, and hopeful?

He pulled his laptop up and hesitated a moment. Then he started typing away.

' Young Tony Stark photos'

The more he looked, the bigger the pit in his stomach grew.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

Across town, Tony was once again looking through the paperwork and looked at the copy of the birth certificate.

Father spot was blank on it.

But when he saw the name on the certificate, he rushed towards the trash can and threw up. It all just became too much. Everything that he was robbed of. And how much at least at the time of Harley birth that Peter obviously cared for him deeply.

Harley Edwin Anthony Parker.

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Who's soft now?

Pairing: yoongi x reader ft best friend Jk

Warnings: secret lovers, talk of oral, rough sex, choking, daddy kink, unprotected sex (be safe ya'll…..no glove, no love)

Rating: 18 and over

“I’m 21 now and all I want is to be with my two best friends for a night of drinking and fun!” Jk whines into the phone. “He's so annoying Jk, why don’t you and I go out alone and paint the town? No third wheel needed!” He sighs into the phone. “OK, fine just us tonight. Meet me at King Murphy's, 10pm.” He states. You squeal with joy and head off to get ready.

You walk into King Murphy’s and find yourself squeezing through the crowd to get to the back. You spot Jk at the end of the bar and call out to him. He smiles when he sees you and waves you over. “Happy birthday Rabbit!!” You shout and he does his best to keep a disapproving face at your nickname. He folds quickly and laughs pulling you into a hug! “You still let her call you rabbit?” A familiar voice curls up your spine. You whip your head around to find Yoongi behind you, sizing you up. “Whats up y/n?” He smirks at your look of disgust. “Not much Min.” You turn to look back at JK who is pretending to ignore you both. “You look good.” He whispers in your ear, extending his arm to place his empty whiskey glass on the bar.

“You look pale.” You snip, looking him up and down. He chuckles and signals to the bartender for three more drinks. You lean in to Jk's side. “What the fuck Jay? I thought we agreed no third wheel.” “That’s what you wanted y/n, but its my birthday and I said I wanted both my best friends here.” He gives you a large smile. His eyes grow wide when he sees the whiskey placed in front of him and quickly tosses it back. The bartender sees and refills it much to Jk's delight. “Come on, let’s toast to Jk.” Yoongi leans in and places a hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze. It causes your body to betray you as you shiver under his touch. “To Jk. Its time for the big leagues now.” Yoongi raises his glass to Jk, giving him a wink before throwing back the amber liquid. You can’t help but roll your eyes.

By 1am, Jk is a hot mess, laughing and falling all over the place. He can barely stand when he makes mention of needing to pee. You look at Yoongi who looks at you puzzled. “He's gonna need help.” You shout at him. “I’m fine!” Jk shouts, standing up and wobbling back and forth. You shoot Yoongi a threatening look. “Come on Jk, let me help you. Maybe I’ll even hold it for you.” Yoongi jokes, causing Jk to burst out laughing. “Time to go.” Yoongi declares on the way back. “I threw up.” Jk confesses with raised eyebrows. “Yeah you did.” Yoongi rubs his back as Jk rest his head on Yoongi's shoulder. You gather all your things and head out together.

“Youre coming back to my place yeah? We can keep partying.” Jk mumbles. “Yeah of course we are, right y/n?” Yoongi looks at you for confirmation. “Of course Jay.” You all pile into a cab, Jk in the middle rambling about how much he loves you both and how he wishes you would love each other and see what he sees. “Just rest rabbit.” You whisper to Jk. “Yeah rabbit, listen to mommy.” Yoongi teases. Jk pouts and looks over to you. “I am not a baby anymore. I am a man now. You can’t call me rabbit anymore,” He scolds but quickly holds his belly, “Ugh, I feel sick.” He leans over you and sticks his head out of the window to vomit. Yoongi laughs as he pats Jk's butt. “I am so glad you find this funny.” You shove Yoongi's arm. “It's his birthday! Leave him be. Learn to have a little fun.”

You and Yoongi tag team Jk once in his apartment. Yoongi helps him shower and change into pajamas, while you make him tea and tuck him into bed. “Did you have a good time?” You ask him as he curls into a ball under the covers. “The best but remind me never to drink again.” You chuckle, shutting the light off and closing the door behind you. Now there’s only one thing left to deal with. “Still here Min?” You spew as you catch Yoongi sipping from a flask. He offers it to you and you shake you head. “When did you become such a prude?” He questions. You flip him the bird. “I got dibs on the guest room.” You turn to leave. “Plenty of room for the both of us.” He suggests. “Not in your wildest dreams Min.” He smiles wide, exposing his gums. “I recall a certain someone fulfilling their wildest dreams right here in this very spot,” he points down between his legs causing your core to heat. “I was drunk.” “Drunk and begging to suck my cock. Begging for daddy to cum all over your pretty face as you opened wide for me. What happened to that girl?” He bites his lip causing your heart rate to speed up at the memory. “I woke up and started playing with real men. Men who can handle a woman like me. You can’t keep up Min, you’re too soft.” His face flushed at your comment and you knew you struck a nerve. “Night.” You tease, making your way to the guest room. You change out of your clothes and throw on one of Jk's old sweatshirts. After scrolling through your photos from this past evening you finally fall asleep.

“Wake up, y/n.” You hear a familiar voice whisper into your ear as he presses warm, wet kisses along your lobe. You moan softly as Yoongi comes into view. He looks you over before planting a hard kiss onto your lips. You open your mouth for him, allowing him to take control of your tongue, slowly teasing it with his own. You moan as he rubs his erection into your already soaked pussy. “Fuck, Min.” You moan as he makes his way down to your neck, biting down, and suckling, leaving a bruise in its place. “Beg me.” He whispers. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please Min." He smirks as he lifts his body up to take you in. “Beg me the right way.” He demands, slowly circling your clit with his thumb. You begin to rotate your hips, dying for more friction. “So wet. So ready.” He says, delighting in your hunger for him. “Fuck me please, daddy.” You moan unable to take his teasing any longer. He smirks and quickly yanks off your thong tossing it. You widen your legs for him as he frees his member. He gives it two full strokes before aligning his body over yours.

He presses the thick head at your entrance and slides it up and down your folds, circling it around your clit causing you to moan his name. “Please daddy don’t tease me, please. I need to feel you inside me.” “God your sexy when you beg.” He aligns his head at your entrance again and slams his cock inside you without warning, causing you cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So, wet." He moans into your ear as he rocks his hips deeper and deeper causing his cock to hit your G-spot and pelvis to rub your clit simultaneously. “Oh, fuck! Please.” You cry out, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, you begin to crash your hips into his, trying desperately to keep his pace.

“Fuck me harder, make me cum.” You cry out. Yoongi smiles seductively as you lose your breath trying hard to keep up with his forceful thrust. He slowly runs his hand up your chest and grabs you by the collar pulling you close to him for a forceful kiss and then slamming you down onto the bed. “I give the orders around here y/n.” He grunts, pulling his cock out to the tip and slamming back into you so hard you lose your breath. You are so overcome by pain, lust, and shock you haven’t enough time to register his long slender fingers wrap intently around your neck. “Yoongi.” You manage as he adjust himself on top of you wrapping both of your legs around him, while tucking his knees beneath your thighs, fully thrusting his masterful cock deeper and deeper inside your trembling cunt.

His hands clasp down tighter and tighter with every thrust, till its just enough pressure to blur your vision and cause a wave electricity from your abdomen to your cunt. “You gonna cum for me huh? You gonna cum all over daddy’s cock?” He questions and it’s all you need to throw you over the edge as all of your nerve endings catch fire. “Oh God! Yes! Fuck yes daddy!” You cry out as you come completely undone around his cock. He releases his hold from around your neck as the feeling of your cunt gripping his cock tighter and tighter has him chasing his own release. After a few full deep strokes, Yoongi comes undone, moaning into your neck while the feeling of him exploding inside you has you seeing stars. You’re both out of breath as Yoongi plants one final kiss on your lips and rolls over beside you. Too tired to clean up, you simply roll into his side and lay your head on his chest. “Who’s soft now?” He grumbles. “Hmm, still you.” You tease, gripping his now limp member. “Challenge accepted.” He whispers as he grabs your bottom lip in his. “This time from behind?” You ask. “Only if you beg.” He teases.