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pierppasolini · 5 months
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Night of the Demons (1988) // dir. Kevin S. Tenney
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gogmstuff · 10 months
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Early 1730s dresses and portraits (from top to bottom) -
ca. 1732 The Beautiful Greek (La Belle Grecque) by Nicolas Lancret (Wallace Collection - London, UK). From their Web site 1429X1960, The complex sleeves open at the top like they would in Russian court dresses a century later.
ca. 1732 Watson-Wentworth and Finch Families by Charles Philips (Yale Center for British Art, Yale University - New Haven, Connecticut, USA) persons. From Wikimedia 4902X3094. The décolletage-filling fichu would become prominent in the Louis XVI era, but just about every grown up woman wears one along with a fastened bodice, round skirt, and apron. The heads of every female are covered by a cap, veil, or hat.
1733 Marie-Geneviève le Tonnellier de Breteuil by French school (attributed to Alexis Simon Belle) (auctioned by Sala de Ventas).From invaluable.com/auction-lot/18th-century-french-school-alexis-simon-belle-a-646-c-2074af1b03 1940X3362.Round skirts flourish on both shores of the channel.
ca. 1730-1735 Lady by Joseph Highmore (National Gallery of Art - Washington, DC, USA). From their Web site 1148X1495. The cuffed outer sleeves are stuffed by under-sleeves and the dress lining has a very subdued pink contrasting with the gold color of the other layer.
1734 Princess Sophie Dorothea with Friedrich Wilhelm by Antoine Pesne (location ?). From Wikimedia1633X2611. Textiles with large patterns characterize the early 1700s. Her dress has a square neckline.suggesting French influence.
ca. 1734 Wilhelmine of Prussia, Margravine of Brandenburg-Bayreuth by Antoine Pesne (location ?). From Wikimedia 829X11221. The silver brocade over-bodice has a deep V neckline filled in with scoop neckline.
1734 Madame Marie du Tour Vuillard (1695- 1759), née Robin by Louis Michel Van Loo (Tajan - 12-12-12 auction Lot 37), From their Web site; fixed spots & flaws w Pshop 2487X3151.
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deevotee · 11 months
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francis, knowing her son's team is going to lose because her nephew is going to cheat as much as possible and they cant even scold him cuz he's on a mission for the queen: yeah...just like when my brother won...craaazy
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radishnt · 7 months
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i loveee drawing my ocs pretending to be normal regular human people it is so fun. for me. not for them. they are uncomfortable and confined for the sake of being palatable and safe (something something queer something something transgender)
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aroaessidhe · 8 months
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2023 reads // twitter thread
Catnip
space explorer goes to restore an abandoned Venus colony, falls in a vat of nanites turning her into a catgirl
about coming to terms with being a trans woman & also falling in love with the perviously-dormant lesbian AI from the station
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gaydelgard · 14 days
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this scene is so fucking iconic
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grande-caps · 1 year
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How I Met Your Father 2.05 - “Ride or Die” size: 1920x1080 1,228 screencaps
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bagelbucket · 1 year
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oh shes actually gonna try and turn him OH THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGG
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2truehearts · 9 months
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dont worry its not angst (im too tired to write anythingaduhegwu), just missed you
oh thank the heavens (mwuah rest well babe) also ?@?>!>2/!>?@ I MISSED U TOO AAAAAAAA
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captainishmael · 2 months
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earnmysong · 2 years
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the fabulously terrific @firstaudrina detailed her top five favorite fics from her repertoire! i’m also paraphrasing her invite: ‘[passing this to] all my writer mutuals! yes, you. you too.’ mine are as follows:
try and grab the spotlight (a dollop of fame) [schitt’s creek; alexis/ted; the extended rose fam]: i regularly have feelingssss about a duo, but? this? my crowning glory! it’s absolutely the ending i envision for my beloved babies and i regularly reread myself, like a complete nerd.
set my midnight sorrow free [the newsroom; sloan/don]: the comfort we saw in the series finale immediately spurred me to imagine tons more, so. this is that!
hush, my darling (don't fear, my darling) [stranger things; eleven+hopper, et al.]: the father-daughter pre-fight patch-up job that wouldn’t leave me alone until i’d written all the details over the course of three days!
superman's got nothing on me [mcu, ant-man movies; hope/scott, extended fam]: i came out of ‘ant-man & the wasp’ wanting to sob joyously. this emotion extended into navigating legacies and many familial shenanigans.
what’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing (what do you think we might see) [in the heights; vanessa/usnavi, tinyyyyy human iris]: i had an extremely clear vision/headcanon here ... part of me wishes the length could’ve matched my attachment level? 5K wasn’t meant to be, though!
number six would’ve definitelyyyy featured wanda maximoff!
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The Real Bling Ring: Hollywood Heist (2022)
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antagonistkas · 2 years
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Artstation -  Alexis Franklin
Ouch&Kids&Candy  
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IMALLEXX IS IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH LAUREN ALEXIS.
CC FANS... IS THIS REAL???
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ilsanslut · 8 months
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Can i please request some jealousy headcanons for Kaiser and shido with a female s!o? Smutty too if that's alright.Thank you!
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꒷♡꒷ GREEN-EYED GAZE!
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♰ featuring: michael kaiser + shidou ryusei (separate) [blue lock]
♰ note: VAMPIIE WRITE UNDER 1.5K WORDS CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE). i got carried away making the headcanons and decided to write blurbs to go alongside them but they are both LITERALLY the length of fics.... ANYWAY ryusei’s section may or may not be based off of my interactions with my jealous!ryusei shidou bot teehee. yall know how i already feel about him in ANY type of situation, but adding a jealous michael on top of that??? . . . yall hear something purring or is it just me—
sypnosis: hey siri play jealousy by monsta x! wc: 4.9k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut. fem/fem-bodied reader. SHIDOU RYUSEI. jealous!ryusei. jealous!michael. possessive!michael. possessive!ryusei. mean!ryusei. degradation. unprotected sex. rough sex. big dick!michael agenda! tummy bulging. locker room sex (michael). dacryphilia (ryusei). Tit-slapping (ryusei). spanking. choking. creampie/breeding. cursing. dirty talking (ryu likes to call u mean names when he's horny). groping. hair pulling. sweet n vulnerable ryusei at the end :((. ꒷꒦
MICHAEL KAISER
❥ it should be noted that Michael is not prone to becoming envious. i mean, why should he? he’s handsome, wealthy, extraordinarily skilled at football, and he has you as his beloved girlfriend that he loves to show off. what more could he ask for? in fact, one might contend that he was the target of envy more than anyone else. ❥ at least, that’s what he thought until he noticed you talking with his teammate and sworn rival, isagi yoichi at one of their games. ❥ it wasn’t like he was afraid that the inferior little shit was going to take you away from him. on the contrary, michael could not even begin to describe the sensation of emotions he was experiencing within. it was as if a tumultuous storm of emotions raged inside of him, ones he could not quite pin down. ❥ hatred directed at Isagi? betrayal at the fact that you would so openly talk and dare to laugh with his rival when he was right here? angry that if he spoke about it right then, he would come off as a cowardly fool who lacks self-confidence? ❥ he’s deathly silent, menacingly brooding, and unbelievably furious. he couldn’t help but enviously glower at the two of you with so much intensity that it was a miracle that you didn’t have a hole lasered into your back. ❥ but he could not just idly stand by and do nothing, especially after that little shitstain dared to touch your shoulder. that was his last straw.
“K-Kaiser . . .” Ness' voice jolted him out of his reverie, and the innocent brunette unintentionally fell prey to one of Michael's infamous death glares.
Alexis tried his hardest not to flinch in the face of such wrath, but it was nearly impossible. Instead, he quickly averted his gaze, fearful of further infuriating his King, and motioned to the water bottle in Michael's hand, which had been unknowingly clenched so tightly that the cap had long since burst free, drenching his fist and shorts. Michael clicked his tongue, dropping the poor bottle to the grassy field, his deadly gaze returning to you and Isagi, now laughing about something else that he could not hear because he was too far away. Without saying a word, he extended his hand to Alexis, who hastily used his handkerchief to dry the wet skin.
“. . . I noticed them too.” Alexis murmured quietly, glancing briefly in the direction that Michael was glowering, but not for long since he knew not to look at you without his permission. However, it was at that precise second that he saw Isagi brush something off of your shoulder, which caused his breath to hitch and Michael's murderous aura to flare with ferocity.
“—He’s dead.” Your lover snarled, snatching his hand away from Ness and marching right over to where the two of you stood.
You were not aware of Michael's impending form, but Isagi was made very aware when his eyes met the ace’s murderous ones that were fixed solely on his form. When you noticed the striker's sudden silence, you turned to see what he was looking at, but before you could, you felt two strong arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you into an equally strong body. With the scent of expensive cologne and the familiarity of the rose-thorn tattoo wrapping around his forearm, you knew immediately that it was your boyfriend. Oblivious to the silent staredown between your lover and his rival, you continued to babble innocently.
“Oh hi, love! I was wondering where you were.” You commented, craning your neck up so that you could look at him. He would meet your gaze with a tight, unassuming smile on his lips, always a master of emotional disguise. The fire in his eyes, on the other hand, was undeniable. His smile was like a mask, meticulously crafted to conceal his true emotions, but it had begun to crack. You were no idiot. You could tell that he was upset. At what? You didn’t know.
“ . . . Were you now, liebchen?” You could not unhear the underlying malice that tainted his words, no matter how warm he tried to make his tone, nor could you ignore the cat-like narrowing of his eyes.
“Mhm! I was meaning to come back to you when Isagi and I started talking about ‘My Neighbor Toroto’, the Studio Ghibli movie!”
A stupid-looking movie. One that you still had yet to watch with Michael since every time you tried, he dismissed it with the notion of it appearing too childish for his tastes.
“Who knew that we had such similar tastes?!” You giggled as you turned to look back at Isagi, with Michael taking the opportunity to continue his malicious staredown at the striker. This time, he rested his head on top of your chin to prevent you from catching him.
“ . . . It that so?” His tone was grave, and his words were accentuated with a firm squeeze of your shoulders.
An awkward silence would ensue as neither man uttered a word, seemingly attempting to assert dominance over the other through mere looks alone, until it was abruptly broken by Raichi summoning Isagi. Once he was gone, you had little time to react as Michael's grip would release your shoulders, instead seizing your wrist to tug you along until the two of you were off the field and into the rest of the stadium.
“M-Michael?! What are you—”
“—Shut up.”
His tone was curt—rude—something that told you he demanded absolute silence, and you listened. There was hardly anyone on the way to the locker room since everyone had already filed into the arena and into their seats, and both teams had already taken the field. Once there, Michael dragged you inside, locked the door, and shoved your back against a locker’s steely face. In an instant, he was leaning over you, his forearm resting above your head while his other hand cupped your jaw, deft fingertips squeezing your cheeks as he forced his lips onto yours. It was passionate, possessive, and, above all, dominant, as if he refused to be opposed—as if he were trying to completely and irreparably erase Isagi’s name from your tongue. You adored it; his kingly persona was one of your favorite aspects of him. It was more reminiscent of his behavior on the field than anything else.
“Don’t ever look at him again.” He would mutter breathlessly against your lips, pulling away so that he could peer into your eyes—deep oceanics, half-lidded. His fingers squeezed your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker. Using this grip, he shook your head gently back and forth, relishing in the way your pretty eyes blinked up at him through your lashes. “Do you understand me, liebling?”
You nodded, your eyes wide and doe-like, just the way he liked them. A wolfish grin overtook his features, tapping your cheek twice with the hand that previously held you taut, “Good. Girl.” Both words were pronounced with a tap.
His lips were back on you, this time on the cheek he had lightly slapped. Soft brims kissed hot trails down your neck, becoming sloppy and possessive with each passing second. Sharp incisors and pointed canines would attack the sensitive flesh by the time he reached your collarbone, gnawing, lapping, and sucking at your delicate skin until he left deep marks and you mewling in his wake. Your digits went to grab his blonde tresses, threading your fingers through the soft strands, when his hand came to your wrist, snapping on the joint and pinning it beside your head against the locker.
The silent command was straightforward. Don’t touch him. This was a punishment.
Pulling away momentarily, he admired his handiwork. Your previously subtle flesh was now ridden with purplish and red blotches—some lined with teeth marks—all over your exposed neck and collarbones. You could not possibly hide them, especially since the two of you were now in public and all of your makeup had been left at home. Smirking triumphantly, he grabbed both of your shoulders and spun you around, pressing your chest and cheek against the smooth steel. It was at that moment that you caught the nameplate that was etched onto the locker: Isagi Yoichi.
Michael seemed to notice your realization, chuckling to himself as he flipped your skirt up above your ass, bringing his hand down on both of your cheeks once and then twice, making you croon each time. He ripped your panties down your thighs until they pooled around the backs of your knees, all the while reaching beneath his boxers and shorts to pull out his cock, which was already hard and tip drooling with pre. He wasted no time lining his cock up with your soft folds, pushing into you in one single, hard thrust that had your knees going weak and you nearly sobbing from the immense pleasure. He kept you steady by grabbing your bicep from behind, using his weight to press you against the locker.
“You feel it, don’t you, liebchen?” He grunted, thrusting shallowly and languidly against you as though he were trying to fit every inch and then some into you. “Feel how deep I am in this tight cunt? My pretty little pussy? Hm?” His other hand wrapped around your front, pressing right against your womb as his thrusts grew deeper—longer. Each drag of his cock along your walls was tantalizing, leaving you a whimpering, drooling mess. You could feel him in your tummy, your slightly chubby pocket of flesh on your lower abdomen pressing into his palm. His thrusts grew faster and more ravenous as they began to mimic the fire that had previously been ignited in him only moments prior on the field. It was almost as if he were trying to get you to feel how you made him feel—what you did to him to make him just so fucking crazy for you—and you did. Loud and clear.
Your voice echoed off the locker room's concrete walls like a mesmerizing siren's song, only for his ears to hear. Moans of pleasure, pleas for more, his balls slapping your clit, and your ass bouncing off his hips—it was all too much for you.
“M-Micha, I-I can’t! Too much, plea— AHN~! —please slow down!”
Your cries went unheeded; if anything, they seemed to fuel him to pummel your poor little pussy even harder, ramming you against the locker at an unforgiving pace. He used the arm he held in a vice grip as leverage, pounding into you like a battering ram at a pace that made your brain go numb and your body clench around him as you felt your orgasm approaching.
“You can and you will. No one could ever make you feel this good, could they? Hit that sweet—” He paused, hips stuttering, as he delivered a particularly rough and targeted thrust to the squishiest part of your walls, causing knees to buckle beneath you and cunt to gush around him. “—There it fucking is. Hit that sweet, sweet spot inside of you like I can, huh?”
“N-No! No one–mphf! No one but you, Micha!”
“Not even Isagi?”
“G-God, not even him!”
“Goddamn right, meine königin.”
You would finally come apart against the lockers as Michael let go inside of you, both of you breathlessly moaning in unison. One thing about Michael is that when he came, he came a lot. Every time, without fail, thick, hot ropes of steamy, milky cum invade your womb and bloat you full of his seed. It was heavy too. It was a miracle you had not gotten pregnant by now, given how much he would pump into you.
Even now, as he pulled out of you, thick globs of his white release would leak from your sopping cunt. However, before a single drop could spill to the floor, he moved to grab your panties, which were around your ankles, and pull them back into position to stop any more from escaping.
His hold on you would soften as he became aware that you were still frail from your adventures. He would tenderly spin you around so that his lips would again touch yours, this time more tenderly. Unfortunately, Ness's familiar voice calling you both—more specifically, Kaiser—through the door interrupted your enjoyment of the moment. You knew he had heard what had happened between the two of you—possibly even more—due to the stutter in his voice.
“Uh, a-are you two done in there? Kaiser, the game is going to start soon, and Noel is going to put that Hirori kid in your place if you aren’t on the field in the next two minutes.”
“The hell he will.” Michael grumbled against your lips, placing another quick peck on them before he finally pulled away.
“Duty calls, emperor.” You teased him, lightly pushing at his chest.
He caught your wrist and pulled you into him in a way that always made butterflies arise in your tummy. “Are you coming out there with me, dear?” It was clear from your quivering and unsteady legs that you weren’t going to be able to do any type of walking any time soon.
“Ah, such a hassle.” He commented playfully, scooping you up into his chest, bridal style. “The things you do to me~.”
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SHIDOU RYUSEI
❥ this is ryusei we’re talking about here. the same man who’s not afraid to set someone on fire if they even so much as look at you. it should come as no surprise to anyone that he gets jealous easily. that being said, he’d never be one to admit it. instead, his jealousy presents itself in the form of possessiveness and protection. after all, you're his, and you know you’re his. ❥ think of him as a protective doberman, a perfect guard dog. if anyone, more specifically, a man gets too close to you, ryu will loom over you and all but glower, snarl, and howl curses his way until the male gets the hint or has his neck stomped on. ❥ you could not count the number of times you had to physically restrain him from knocking someone’s lights out, especially after that one foreigner asked you for directions and ryusei responded by grabbing him by the collar, strangling him, and barking at him to "get lost." ❥ oh and god forbid anyone dares to flirt with you. you’d need the strength of jesus and all of his disciples just to keep your murderous boyfriend at bay—even then, it might not be enough. ❥ it’s never immediate, though; it takes a minute for it to click in his head what’s going on. moreso, a moment of “is bro serious right now?”. when these moments occur, for once in his life, he’s silent. he looks between you and the fucker who has the audacity to approach you, his eyes narrowed in a glare promising lethality. it almost seems as though he is testing the waters to see if you will speak first or if he will have to. in the end, though, it’s always him. ❥ so what could possibly go wrong when he brings you to his u-20 team banquet?
Angry does not even begin to describe Ryusei's current state of mind. He was enraged—furious, even—by the events that had occurred earlier in the night. You see, the two of you have been together for a little over six months now. He enjoyed bragging about you, and you enjoyed being with him. You were his lock screen, the source of his brainrot, the majority of his entire instagram page, and the absolute apple of his eye. So it would only make sense that when he was made aware of his team banquet in celebration of their big game that he would invite you to come along with him, right? God, how he regretted that decision.
All eyes were on you two the moment you walked into the banquet. Because it was a formal occasion, you wore a sexy red gown with an open thigh slit similar to Jessica Rabbit’s and a deep v-cut that exposed your cleavage and ended just at the tip of your sternum. Not to mention that the back of the dress was low cut enough that your lower back dimples were visible to all. Needless to say, it was no surprise that you were the center of everyone's attention—despite the fact that some of the others had brought their girlfriends with them.
However, anyone who dared look at you for too long would be met with Ryusei’s fury—everyone except for Sae Itoshi, who stared shamelessly at you with desire burning in his eyes. Somehow, you hadn’t noticed this. Due to his high regard for him and the fact that he was the one who gave him a second chance at football in the first place, Ryusei felt as though he could not confront his junior about it. Not to mention that you and Sae already had a pre-existing friendship before the events of Blue Lock. The two of you were essentially inseparable throughout the entire evening, conversing, laughing, eating, and even drinking together while Ryusei was left behind to stew in his festering emotions.
You two have just returned to your apartment after what was a riveting night for you and a torturous one for Ryusei. Now that the two of you had returned home, shortly after locking the door, Ryusei would turn to you with his infamous grin on his face, but the predatory glint in his eyes told a completely different story. He was seething, his gaze piercing right through you.
"You and Sae seemed awfully close tonight, huh? Ya' never told me you two were so 'buddy, buddy'.”
You paused, gazing at your boyfriend with an incredulous stare as you picked up on his accusatory tone. He was, in a sense, correct. Even though you two got along really well that evening, all of your interactions were completely innocent. Considering that you two had been friends for as long as you could remember, this was the first time you had seen him since junior high, when he left for Madrid. What were you supposed to do? Ignore him the entire time?
"What do you mean, Ryu~?" You would inquire, calling him by his nickname in a way that came close to disarming him, but he remained steadfast and scowled as he observed you take your heels off of your slender feet and set them on the shoe rack next to the door.
"You know damn well what I mean, sweetness. He'd retort back, his hands becoming stuffed in the pockets of his slacks as he towered above you. "You can put on your whole innocent 'I was just being nice' act all you want, but I’m no idiot, Y/N."
I’d beg to differ. You thought as you sauntered further into your shared apartment, the buzz of the alochol in your system flickering in and out as Ryusei began to sour your mood. You could hear him following you from behind you due to the sound of his socks shuffle across the wooden floors, much to your dismay.
“We’re just friends, Ryu.” Exasperated, you sighed and made your way to the master bedroom with every intention of taking off this dress and your makeup, taking a hot shower, and then going to sleep.
“Oh, just friends~!” He mimicked your tone crudely, his quick palm darting forth to snatch your elbow to prevent you from moving further. He whirled you around with surprising strength, shoving you backwards into the wall beside your shared bedroom non-too-kindly, drawing a gasp from your lips. His hand seized your jaw, slender digits squeezing harshly against your bones, making you whine aloud. He leaned closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing against your own at the scent of faint alcohol and mint wafted onto your face. “Don’t play coy with me, attention whore. I saw how you looked at him all night—practically eye-fucking him."
There was an undeniable fire in his eyes, accentuated by his downturned brows. His fuschia irises burned into yours as your eyelids narrowed into thin slits, boring into the core of your being. Sharp canines and pearly incisors were slightly exposed as his upper lip curled into an angry snarl. Excitement gathered between your legs as your 6'2" lover scowled down at you, forcing you to unavoidably squeeze your thighs together—an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Ryusei.
“Ohoho, what do we have here?” He commented, his knee sliding between your thighs as a ferocious grin spread across his lips. Due to the height difference between you, his knee was perfectly positioned against your panty-clad folds, causing your clit to needily throb against him. “Could it be that you did this on purpose, you little minx? Got me all hot an’ riled up just so that I could fuck ya’ up a little bit, huh?”
The hand on your jaw moved down to your neck, his lithe digits wrapping around it before squeezing. With each passing second, his grip would grow more unforgiving. Your delicate hands encircled his wrist, your back curved into his chest from the wall behind you, and your hips jolted across his knee, eliciting a contented moan from your lips. That was sufficient proof to him that you were, in fact, becoming aroused by this.
“Dirty little bitch.” He growled, a chuckle rising from his lips, before closing the gap between you two and smashing his lips against yours. It was rough, filthy, and full of teeth and tongues smashing against one another in a desire-filled exchange between two people who were both far too ravenous for their own good. Your hands were all over him, and he was all over you until his large palms came to rest on the backs of your thighs and hoisted you into the air, causing you to squeal against his mouth. His brims smirked against yours as he carried you over to your shared bed and placed you atop your silken sheets and plush mattress.
He was on top of you again before you could react, his deft fingers grasping the arms of your dress and pulling it down your body in one smooth stroke, leaving you completely nude before him. He tossed his head back, groaning at the sight of your body and sinful curves, feeling himself practically straining against his boxers. He wasted no time stripping out of his own clothes before diving back onto you, his tongue and pointed canines making quick work of the delicate flesh of your collar bones and neck, leaving visible marks in his wake. While doing so, his hands snatched greedy handfuls of your breasts, squeezing and groping at the engorged sacks as cunning fingers pulled your nipples taut. You keened under his body, fingers grabbing at the roots of his hair and tugging, a silent plea for him to give you more—one he heeded with a few particularly rough slaps to your breasts.
“Greedy slut.” He snarled, rising to tower over you once again, calloused fingers massaging the plump skin of your breasts that he had just brutalized. “Y’want more, huh? I’ll fuckin’ give ya more.”
Sliding off of the bed, he grabbed you by your ankles to take you with him and flipped you around so that you were on your stomach. Assuming he wanted you on your hands and knees, you began to rise to your knees, however, he placed a fiery smack on your rear that had you crying out in both pain and pleasure.
“Nuh uh, keep that pretty ass down here, baby. I’ll fuck ya just like this.” He muttered through gritted teeth, pulling you back down so that your toes bore most of your weight on the floor and you were still pressed flat against the mattress.
Before you could regain your composure, you felt Ryusei pressing a hand firmly against your lower back and his cock sliding into your wet folds in one full push. You gasped, already breathless from the intrusion and the feeling of being so full that you didn’t even know what to do with yourself. You sank against the sheets, your fists balling the material next to your head as you moaned curses into the sheets.
“Nah, baby, that won’t do.” His fingers threaded themselves through the root of your hair, forcing your head up from the bed. “Let me hear how I make this pretty pussy feel, yeah?”
“R-Ryu, y-you’re too big—”
“—The hell I fuckin’ am.” His pace increased, becoming brutal and unrelenting. Every time his hips touched yours, you felt him miraculously strike deeper and deeper areas within you, bullying his fat cock in and out of your helpless cunt as if he were trying to punish you. He was.
“Bet if—ngh! Bet if I was fuckin’ Sae, this pussy would take his cock with no problem, huh? Y’wish it was him fucking you, baby?”
He was barbaric and cruel, channeling every ounce of rage and jealousy into his furious thrusts that pistoned into you within an inch of your life. You enjoyed every second of it. Your mouth remained agape, drool threatening to pool over your soft brims as a chorus of unapologetically pleasured cries and moans escaped your open maw. Without even trying, he hit every spot inside of you as though he knew you in and out—no one would ever be able to replicate how his cock made you feel, not in a million years. That’s one of things you loved most about you.
A sharp smack to your rear snapped you from your fucked-out haze, a cry escaping your lips as Ryusei used the grip on your hair to yank your body flesh against his chest, his lips snarling into your ear, “Answer me, bitch.” He snarled through clenched teeth as his thrusts grew erratic, sloppy even. The distinct pleasure moans he used to emit between his words had evolved into almost feral snarls and grunts, as if you were being ravaged by a beast rather than your lover.
“Tell me the truth, you wish you had another cock fucking you this good, huh? Making you— fuuuck! Making you gush around this big dick, huh, princess?”
“N-Noo, ah~! O-Only want you, Ryu! I only want you!” You babbled through tears of overstimulation as the hand that was previously grabbing your hair was now holding your neck, pressing you taut against him.
“Yeah? Y’love me and my cock that much, sweets?”
“Oh God, yes! I-I only love you, Ryusei! O-Only you, baby!”
“Thaat’s my fuckin’ girl. G’on. Make a mess on me, pretty.”
By the time you gushed around his cock, you were hardly able to stand. Ryusei's powerful arms helped you maintain your balance so he could finish the last few thrusts inside of you before coming undone, spilling ropes of hot milky cum inside of your dripping cunt. The sheer volume of it was too much for you to hold, squelching around his cock as he now languidly thrust inside of you, fucking you both through your highs.
When he was completely spent, he let go of you and pulled away, letting you fall gently to the mattress beneath you. He collapsed beside you onto his back with one arm covering your back and the other resting on his forehead as you writhed around lazily in the moment. Even though he usually could not think of anything other than falling asleep and how great his orgasm felt after having sex with you, you could tell by the unmistakable pinch of his brows and his intent gaze on the ceiling that he was still thinking about something.
“Somethin’ the matter?” You inquired softly, concerned by his sudden silence. You fashioned an arm pillow to rest your head on while looking at him. He didn’t look at you, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly in his throat. “. . . Did you mean it?”
Now it was your turn for your brows to furrow as confusion etched itself onto your features. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows so that you could at least meet his gaze, to which his fuschia hues would give in and finally meet your own. He looked bashful, unsure—it was unlike him. If you squinted, you were certain that you could make out the faint tint of pink tinging his cheeks. His gaze darted away from your own and off to some random corner of the room.
“Yanno . . . about lovin’ me.”
A wave of emotions came over you when you realized that, as you were at your highest, you had unintentionally confessed to him. A sudden warmth filled your heart and permeated every fiber of your being, spreading like a delicate dance of butterflies in your stomach. You said you loved him. Every word you said was genuine.
You shuffled over on the bed so that you could climb partially on top of him, resting your head on his shoulder as you guided his head to meet your gaze again, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “Of course, I meant it, Ryusei. I love you now, and I always will.”
His eyes held a tenderness that you did not even know he was capable of, his gaze softened, and his brows rose as if he had been suddenly struck with love. He loved you just as much as you loved him.
“What was that, babe?”
“I said I love you, Ryusei—”
“—I know.” He grinned suddenly and cheekily as he encircled you in a bear hug, squeezing you into his arms and pulling you up onto his naked form. “I just wanted ta’ hear ya say it again.”
“. . . I love you too, Y/N.”
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Baby Fever
Tony x reader x Steve x Bucky
Parenting Universe
"Mom?"
"Da?"
"Did you ever think about being a mother again after Ohio?" You asked, internally wincing as your mother froze.
"I didn't stop being a mother after we were separated, dorogoy," Melina said, turning towards you as she leaned against the sink. "I spent all my time keeping you girls safe from what Dreykov wanted to do to you all. And then when he was gone, it didn't feel right to fill that hole." She told you. 
"Right." You said slowly, nodding in understanding.
"Besides, I had the pigs. I was busy enough. Why do you ask?" She asked, raising a brow.
"It doesn't matter. It's nothing." You shrugged, focusing on the mug in your hands.
"Don't lie to your mother. She can smell them like bloodhound." Alexi said, entering the kitchen with a bloody bag from the butchers.
"You know me so well." Melina smiled, patting Alexi on the cheek as she took the bag from him. "And yet you never remember the wine." She tsked, moving towards the fridge.
"Ah, not this time!" Alexi exclaimed, pulling a bottle of red wine from behind his back.
"If that was from your pants, I'm not drinking it." You were quick to say.
"Oh hush, is still good." Melina waved you off, kissing Alexi as she took the bottle. "Now, out with it. Why the baby talk? You're not pregnant. Is Peter pregnant?"
"Mama, Peter's a boy."
"I know that I can see, dorogoy, but we don't know all his spider powers, do we?"
"Oh my God, Mom, Peter is not pregnant!" You hid your face in your hands, wishing your sisters would hurry up and get here. "I only asked because the boys and I were talking about maybe adopting another." You admitted with a sigh.
"That's fantastic! Melina, we're going to be grandparents again!" Alexi exclaimed, rushing to pull you into his chest.
"Nothing's set in stone yet, Dad." You groaned as your lungs started to collapse.
"Why not? Malysh, Y/N." He whined.
"We're trying to work things out, Dad. We've still got to ask Peter, and work out logistically how it would work with work, and" You started to explain, only for Melina to wave you off.
"Oh, you think too much. You don't have to think about children. You have children. You have other children. It is life." 
"You know we were all technically abducted from an orphanage, right?" You asked, raising a brow.
"The point is life happens, and sometimes you don't have time to think it through," Melina told you.
"Yes, life happens, roll with punches, all good. Now hurry up and decide your mother and I are getting old. We want to meet the new grandbaby. We want to see great-grandbabies. We want to see it all." Alexi said with a clap.
"Great-grandbaby? Is Peter pregnant?" Yelena exclaimed, entering the room with Natasha behind her.
"Someone kill me." You groaned, smacking your head against the table.
"This feels like an intervention." Tony sighed, slipping into a seat beside Bucky.
"You would know." You snorted, sipping your smoothie.
"In all fairness, the last one did work." Bucky pointed out, wrapping his arm around Tony's waist. "He hasn't had raw cookie dough in seven months."
"I miss it."
"Seriously, Tony?" Steve sighed, lifting your legs and placing them on his lap when he sat.
"Oh, lighten up, med." You said, offering the blonde your smoothie as FRIDAY announced Peter's arrival.
"Underoos, take a seat," Tony said, nodding to the bean bag you'd placed before the four of you.
"Okay, if this is about the putty arrows, it was entirely Clint's fault," Peter said, raising his hands innocently. "I told him not to do it. I told him it would piss off people, and he made me help. I am very susceptible to peer pressure,"
"Okay, I am going to stop you right there," Tony said, holding up a hand. "This isn't about the arrows, though we are gonna circle back to that later,"
"And talk about peer pressure," Steve added, causing Peter to groan.
"No more Rappin' with Cap. I've seen enough." Peter complained, collapsing onto the beanbag. "Okay, if it's not the arrows, what did I do wrong this time?"
"Why do you just assume you're in trouble?" You cocked your head.
"Because this feels like an intervention."
"What did I say?" 
"Don't yell in my ear, Tones."
"You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love." You muttered to yourself, rubbing the space between your eyes as the two continued to argue.
"Getting back on topic," Steve said, causing Bucky and Tony to fall silent. "We just want to get your opinion on something, and we want you to be completely honest with us."
"Honest like we are about Mama's driving, or honest like we are Dad's cooking?"
"You're grounded."
"What's wrong with my cooking?"
"The driving one, kiddo." Bucky chuckled. 
"We have been talking, the four of us, and we would like to expand this family. Our family." Steve explained, watching Peter's face carefully.
"You want to have a baby?" Peter gasped. "Wait, no. That doesn't make sense." He said after a second thought.
"Med, we're thinking of adopting." You told the teen.
"And, just for clarity, bud, it's not happening yet," Bucky spoke.
"Yeah, right now, we're just laying the groundwork, seeing what happens." Tony nodded. "And your opinion matters here, so be honest, you know,"
"I'd get to be a big brother?" Peter cut Tony off, looking between the four of you with glassy eyes.
"If that's what you want, of course, med." You nodded.
"I'm gonna be a big brother!" Peter screamed, launching from the beanbag and towards you and Steve. The teen wrapped his arms around both your necks, squeezing you both tightly before moving on to do the same to Tony and Bucky.
"I take it you're okay with this?" Bucky clarified as Tony fake choked.
"Yes!" Peter exclaimed, pulling away. "Are we thinking boy? Girl? Twins? Triplets? Oh! I could make them a suit." He gasped. "I love you guys! I'm really excited, but I gotta call Ned!" He said, blowing kisses before turning on his heel and rushing from the room.
"Well, I guess we have Pete's approval." You smiled, hearing the sound of his door slamming shut.
"See, there was nothing to worry about," Tony said, rising to a stand. "This calls for a celebratory drink, but since I'm sober, who wants coffee?"
"Nat, I need a drink." You huffed, falling face-first onto Natasha's couch.
"You need to get your feet off my couch," Natasha said, wacking your legs with a magazine. "Who raised you and Lena?"
"Murderers." You said, shfting to sit upright.
"Why are you moping? Why are you moping on my floor? I'm trying to watch my movie." Natasha sighed.
"Well, I can't mope in my room because Steve's doing some mindfulness meditation yoga bullshit that's making me question my marriage to him in there." You said, running your hand over your face. "And Tony's hiding in the lab, and Bucky took Pete to the Lego store, so you're all I've got."
"Alright. Alright." Natasha said, pausing her movie to turn to you. "What happened?" 
"We got another rejection letter." You sighed, letting your head hit the back of the couch. "No one wants us to adopt."
"Well, that's bullshit. Why?" Natasha asked, moving towards her drinks cart.
"One wouldn't take us because of Tony's past, another for me and Buck's, a lot said no because we're poly, and there's a few that won't take us because we're avengers." You told your sister as she poured two drinks.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." She said, handing you your drink. 
"To be fair a lot of people are dead because of me."
"Oh yes, terrorists and murderers. A lot of human traffickers on that list as well."
"Nat,"
"What have we talked about?" Natasha cut you off, taking your free hand. "C'mon, say it."
"For as much bad as we've done, we're trying to do the same good." You sighed, trying to believe your words meant something.
"Look, every reason they have listed is bullshit, and I'm surprised Tony's not suing to be honest," Natasha told you.
"Steve's handling the lawyers." You said before downing your drink. The burn a familiar and comforting feeling.
"It's probably for the best." Natasha hummed. "I don't get it. There weren't this many problems with Pete."
"We were his legal guardians. May made it very clear in her will." You shook your head. "According to the lawyers, it would have been a lot harder without that."
"Look, Y/N, you guys are great parents, which is surprising given how you all grew up,"
"Buck and Steve had stable childhoods."
"As stable as it could have been in the forties, sure." Natasha amended. "But you four are good parents. Peter loves you, and you are doing better than your best to keep him alive and in school. There are other adoption agencies, and any kid would be lucky to have the five of you."
"Thanks. I love you, Nat." You said, leaning over to hug your sister.
"Love you too," Natasha said, patting your back. "You want to get drunk and watch the rest of this with me?"
"God, yes."
"I'm ready to just call it a year." Bucky sighed, laying his head on your lap. 
"It's March, med." You reminded the brunette as you tangled your fingers in his hair.
"It's been March for six years." He groaned.
"I know." You sighed. "You think either of them are going to come down for lunch?"
"Steve was still on the phone with the lawyers when I checked." Bucky shook his head. "He was starting on the risking our lives tangent so he'll be a while."
"Tony had three cars pulled apart when I went to check on him." You said, causing Bucky to roll his eyes. 
"Married life. You feel the bliss yet?" Bucky asked, causing you to chuckle.
"Well, I think it's too late to leave ya, so I must love you lot."
"Mom? Pops?" Bucky pulled himself upright and the two of you turned to see Peter hovering in the doorway.
"Hey, bud. I thought you were out with Ned." Bucky said, gesturing for the teen to come in.
"I was, but it looks like he got what his sister had last week because he upchucked halfway through the movie," Peter said, settling onto the recliner beside the couch.
"Hm, lovely." You wrinkled your nose.
"Yeah, but at least it wasn't on my lap this time, like when we went to Coney Island. So, that's something." Peter shrugged as Bucky chuckled.
"Your Dad wasn't exactly thrilled to have you in the car after that one." 
"Well, I'd let you into my car, but I wouldn't be thrilled." You told the teen.
"Your Ma doesn't like vomit." Bucky teased.
"No, I don't. And I'll thank you to keep that to yourself. I don't need terrorists finding that out and vomiting on me." You shuddered, poking Bucky's side before turning to Peter. "Well, since you're home, you want to have lunch with us?"
"Yeah, sure. Are Dad and Pa going to join us?" Peter wondered.
"I don't think so, bud," Bucky said after hesitating. Peter frowned at the words but didn't say anything.
"Pete, everything okay?"
"I wanted to ask, is everything okay?" Peter asked, causing you and Bucky to share a look.
"What do you mean, dorogoy?"
"It's just that it's been a while since we talked about you guys adopting, and nothing's happened, but you seem upset," Peter said, shifting uncomfortably.
"Come sit, kid," Bucky said, shifting and patting the space between the two of you. Your arm wrapped around his shoulders, and Peter relaxed into your side.
"There are just a few people who aren't exactly keen to let us adopt, but it's alright, it's just a couple of setbacks. We're working through it." Bucky explained, placing his hand on yours.
"I'm sorry." Peter frowned
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Pete. It's not your fault." You promised, squeezing the teen's shoulder.
"I know, but I know that you wanted this," Peter said, looking between you both. "I know you wanted a family."
"We have a family, and we love our family." You promised, kissing the side of his head. "Having another child was just an idea." You added, sharing a sad look with Bucky.
"Yeah, just a thought. But we're pretty happy with how things are right now." Bucky told the teen, pulling him into a side hug. 
"You know what? I am going to get the boys. Family lunch, no excuses." You said, jumping to a stand and rushing from the room.
When you were safely in the elevator, and the doors closed behind you, you allowed yourself to curl in on yourself and let out a half-sob.
It was just an idea.
Life continued to move on. Six months later, you, Tony, Steve and Bucky came to an uneasy acceptance of the situation and, for the most part, put it behind you.
You had the Avengers, your family, Peter, and each other and that was all that mattered.
And unfortunately for you all, the world still needed your help.
"Spider-Man, I swear if you jump in front of another bullet, you are so grounded." Tony snapped over the coms. "I'm too young to have another heart attack."
"It's not my fault. I'm trying to neutralize like you asked me to. I didn't ask to be shot at." Peter snarked, causing laughter to be heard over the gunfire as Tony gasped.
"Sass back! Oh, you are so grounded!"
"If you two are done, I found an exposed vent. I'm going in." You interrupted the two.
"Exposed? That sounds risky, doll." Steve worried.
"Oh, it wasn't exposed before now, don't worry." You said, shimming into the hole you'd created.
"Oh yeah, because blowing a hole in the wall is real subtle." You could just hear Tony rolling his eyes.
"Unlike you, Tones, I don't blow holes in walls." You said, slowly crawling through the vent.
"Damn, Stark, what did you get up to in your playboy days?" 
"Y/N, there's a heat signiture coming from your left." Bruce spoke, watching through FRIDAY and guiding people where he could.
"You see anything weird up there, all knowing one?" You asked, turning left.
"It's a small heat signiture if that counts." Bruce said as you came up to a grate. You kept just behind the vent for a moment, trying to hear if anyone was outside, but when you heard nothing, you ventured to peak through the mesh.
"There's a lot of blankets out there." You frowned, seeing nothing else in the sparse room. 
"Maybe it's just a rat." Steve suggested as you watched a blanket move and something peek out.
"Oh shit." You swore, quickly pulling the vent free and jumping to the ground.
"What, you scared of a little rat, Y/N?" Clint teased as you knelt down. 
"Shut the fuck up, Barton." You swore, staring unblinking at the bundle before you. "I'm gonna need medical and some help in here." 
"Y/N, what happened?"
"On my way, Mama."
"Speak to us, Y/N."
"There's a baby here. A live one." You said as the baby before you started to cry.
"Live?"
"There's a lot that aren't." You said, reaching out to pull the baby into your arms and shield them from the sight. "Someone's gonna have to call Xavier. I think these were all mutant children." You said, brushing tears from the baby's blue skin.
"I'll handle it," Bruce assured you as you started to bounce the baby soothingly.
"It's okay, malen'kiy. You're safe. I have you." You hushed, fixing the blanket with one hand. "No one I don't know is coming through that door, okay? Anyone bad tries to touch you again, and I will shoot them." You promised.
"It's not what you say to a baby, Y/N."
The baby let out a snuffling sound as it reached a hand from the blanket and rested it on your collarbone.
And for the first time in so many years, you wereactually surprised at what happened next.
"Holy fuck."
"The files definitely indicate female at birth," Tony said, placing the manilla back on the table. "So we can stop calling her it."
"FRIDAY, did the files help turn up on any living family?" You asked as Bucky played got your nose with the baby in your hold.
"No boss spider." FRIDAY replied. "I found the death certificates for an Elijiah, Mila and Raven Darkholme as well as the burial plots for Elijiah and Mila."
"I'm going with they faked Raven's death certificate." Bucky commented.
"I have also concluded the same for the six other children found today." FRIDAY informed you all.
"I hate HYDRA." Peter shivered, looking down to Raven who had taken his thumb and was getting salivia all over it.
"Well the social worker said she can stay with us until they find a home to take her." Steve said, reentering the room. "She said it might take longer than normal."
"What? Why?"
"There's not a lot of orphanages for mutants, Pete." You said, smiling when the baby made her hair look like yours.
"Yeah, unsurprisingly she had space until I mentioned that part." Steve shook his head, sitting on the coffee table before you. "Doesn't Charles have space for her?" 
"Wheels doesn't have a space for babies yet," Tony said, reaching out to take the baby from you. "You're holding her wrong."
"We'll have to order some supplies." You commented, laughing when Raven copied Tony's goatee.
"How are we supposed to know how much we need in supplies?" Bucky asked, looking to Steve, who frowned.
"Depends on how much the social worker was exaggerating." Steve scowled.
"So, she just goes into the system?" Peter asked, causing you all to turn to him. "Into a home where there's no one like her? Where she may not even get adopted?" He clenched his fists.
"Pete," Tony started, stepping closer.
"It's not fair, Dad." Peter shook his head. 
"We know, dorogoy." You said, reaching out to take his hand. "That's why they want her to stay here until they can find her a home with other mutants. So she doesn't grow up alone."
"Why can't you take her?" Peter asked, causing the four of you to look between each other.
"We can't just claim a child, Peter." Steve shook his head. "She's not a lost pen."
"No, but you could adopt her. Like you did me."
"Pete,"
"She deserves a family who'll love her, and you've always made me feel loved."
"Aw, kiddo."
"And you know she wouldn't be alone in this family. We're all different kinds of different."
"Well, you do eat cereal on the ceiling."
"And I would be the best big brother. I'll teach her to love Star Wars, the perfect amount of butter to put on popcorn, and I'll teach her all the best ways to avoid FRIDAY for when she's a teenager."
"You know, you were doing real great until you got to that, right?"
"You took me in when I had no family left, and you gave me a family. Why can't we give that to her?" Peter asked, smiling when Raven let out a coo.
For a moment, you all stayed silent. Contemplating Peter's words before,
"You know I don't go to church much anymore, but ma would call this a blessing." Steve commented. "She would call her a little blessing." He nodded to the baby in Tony's arms.
"No matter where she goes, HYDRA will be after her." Bucky murmured, placing his hands under his chin. "We could keep her safe. Try to give her a childhood that they can't take from her."
"Buck." Tony gently handed Peter Raven as he sat beside Bucky, wrappping his arms around the super-soldier.
"Dad? What do you think?" Peter asked, adjusting his hold on Raven.
"I think she grows a better beard than you do, and you're almost seventeen." Tony was quick to quip.
"Dad,"
"Look, this is what we wanted, right? To give you a sibling? To expand our family? Why are we looking the gifthorse in the mouth?" Tony shook his head. "I say we take the chance. It may be our last one."
"Mama?" Peter turned to you.
"When I got out of the Red Room, I knew I could never have children after what they did to us. And I didn't think after all we've done, that I deserved any." You admitted, staring at the wall behind Peter's head, where a photo from your last beach trip hung proudly.
"Mama,"
"But you changed my mind." You said, looking to Peter with a smile. "You are my child, and I would burn the world down if you asked me to, and as soon as that little girl looked at me with those same trusting eyes, I knew I would do the same for her."
"Y/N?"
"Call the lawyers in the morning. They can start making arrangments." You smiled, reaching out to take Raven from Peter. "I guess this is welcome home, malen'kiy."
"Y/N!"
"Be quiet, Alexi!"
"Don't hit, Melina! Yelena, you see the abuse your mother heaps on me?"
"Please get him to lower everything." You sighed, looking to the bedroom door.
"Why? He's your father." Tony smirked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Your father-in-law. I didn't have a choice, you had a choice." You said, leaning into the hold.
"You love him."
"I love him, but if he wakes Raven, I will kill him." You promised, causing Tony to chuckle.
"Go, I got this." Tony said, kissing you before heading towards the sound of your other family.
It had been two months since that fateful day you had found Raven and your family had been completed. Surprisingly, everything had gone smoothly with the adoption.
Your heart hurt to think of the children like Raven who were struggling to find a home, so you, along with the Avengers were working with Charles Xaviers school to make this less of a reality.
And now you were free to watch your children together and only allow yourself to feel happiness.
Both your children lived in rooms down the hall from you, Peter a little further down because no mater how much you soundproofed his room, sometimes he could still hear the four of you.
And while you were happy that meant you'd always hear Raven cry, you worried that Pete would still have to to.
As you neared Raven's room, you heard a familiar sniffling but before you could enter the room intent on drying your daughters tears, you heard something that made your heart swell.
"It's alright." Peter cooed. "Dedushka is pretty loud, but he makes up for it with pretty great hugs. Babushuka's probably already warned him to be careful with you, so you don't have to worry about crushed ribs." You peaked around the doorway to see Peter holding Raven and making faces at her.
Raven let out a laugh as she attached her hands to Peter's face, taking on his hair and eye color.
"You know, I don't like loud things either, but we'll talk to Dad, and he'll be able to make something for you like he did for me." Peter said, bouncing back and forth. "Did you know our family are superheroes? Yeah! They save the world. They saved you and they saved me too in a way. And you know what, this family is never going to let anything happen to you.
We're really lucky, you and me. We got picked by the best family because no matter what we do, they're always gonna love us. And I meant it when I promised to be the best big brother. You are never going to hate me a day in your life, and I am always going to be here."
Peter finished his speech by pressing a kiss to Raven's hairline, causing her to flash him a big gummy smile.
"Should we tell Mama we know she's in the doorway?" Peter asked, turning to face you with a smirk. "You're slipping, Mama."
"Not a spy here." You shook your head. "Just a very happy mother." You smiled, walking over to embrace your children. "I love you, Pete."
"Love you too, mama."
"And I love you, malen'kiy, but I do have to make you suffer through your dedushka." You spoke to Raven in a high pitched tone.
"You love dedushka." Peter accused as the two of you made your way to the living room.
"I do, but it's fun to tease him." 
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