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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 2 months

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Yavin-4 Boy - Poe Dameron

A/N: I've been bopping to London Boy lately (always?) and have been itching to write, AND just recently rewatched the entire SW saga, so behold, this creation. Hopefully you'll see me more regularly, but we all know how that goes.

TS Prompt #3: London Boy

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 1.9k Synopsis: Poe begins to wonder if life on Yavin-4 is enough for you.

When the alarm goes off before the sun has even risen, you let out a groan of annoyance. Not that the alarm should surprise you. Since moving in with Poe after the defeat of the First Order, this had become routine for the two of you.

Where you are all grumbles and large stretches, Poe is up at the first chime of the alarm. He leans over to wrap a strong arm around you, and like always, you try to coax him to stay in bed for a while longer. Only occasionally do your temptations work.

This morning is not one of those mornings.

After kissing you at least twelve times, Poe reluctantly pulls from your embrace and heads toward the kitchen. He shuts the door behind him, knowing full well that you will fall back asleep.

Because that, too, has become habit for the two of you.

When Poe rises early, the first thing he does is start up a pot of your favorite tea from Naboo. By the time the scent drifts to your bedroom, the intoxicating smell is enough to coax you out of the sheets.

There is a mug steaming on the counter when you step into the kitchen. You take a healthy sip, feeling the warmth travel to your stomach. You hum happily and hear Poe laugh.

"I don't know how you make this so much better than me," you say as he passes behind you, smacking your ass.

"I've had lots of practice. You might be better at it if you ever made it," he teases with a grin.

"Hey, I make it in the afternoons, sometimes. You've just got the morning tea shift."

"A position I happily accept," he says as he kisses your forehead.

"When do you have to head out?" you ask quietly.

"Half an hour."

"Will you be back in time for drinks at Finn's?"

"I'll be sure to. Wouldn't want to miss the Frantxis beer."

"Well of course," you say with a laugh, wrapping an arm around his waist, "Who would ever want to miss Frantxis beer?"

"A fool."

"Precisely my thought." Your humor dims for a moment. "Be careful?" you say quietly.

"Always," he says, his dark eyes locked with yours. With a hand on his cheek, you pull him in for a kiss that lasts much too long. For this, too, has become part of your every day life.

You fell in love with a man with a strong work ethic, something he learned from his parents, from his years spent working on their farm. Even though the fight with the First Order has officially ended, Poe's loyalty to the Resistance hasn't.

When there was a former First Order base that needed to be destroyed, or a former convoy that needed breaking apart, Poe was the first to volunteer.

And he knows the strain it puts on you. He knows the anxiety that comes over you when he leaves. But it's a integral part of him, one that he cannot fight, even if he tried.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

The mission this time around is a simple one. Chances of running into any severe danger are low.

Poe arrives to Coruscant to speak to the Senate. They have been asking for a member of the former Resistance, and now the Reformed Republic, to address the Senate.

Peace was tentative, it always was. With his speech to the Senate, they hoped to work it into their propaganda, to let former First Order controlled planets know that it was safe to go back to the freedom they had known before.

Poe enjoyed the change of pace, but when he finds himself done for the day in the early afternoon, he faces a choice. He can return home to you early, albeit empty-handed. Or he can return home a tad later, and bring you an elaborate gift.

Poe was under no impression that life on Yavin-4 was easy. When he wasn't taking off with the Republic, he was helping his Dad on their farm. And on the days he was off-planet, you were there helping.

You had grown up in a life of luxury: fancy dresses, decadent food, elaborate parties every night. None of which, Yavin-4 was in excessive possession of.

After the reformation, after your marriage, Poe had asked where you wanted to live.

"With you," you had said plainly. Poe began to laugh and explain himself, but you cut him off. "I know what you meant, and my answer remains the same. Wherever you are."

So you had settled onto Yavin-4, and left behind the life you knew before.

Poe has one of the million cruisers of Coruscant fly him to a nearby shop. When he steps inside, he doesn't even know where to start. The surrounding walls are stuffed with elaborate outfits, arranged by color, all different kinds of fabric ready to swallow the shop whole. On the tables filling up the sales floor, are shoes, bags, and jewels on top of jewels.

He isn't sure where to start.

His attention first clings to the dresses coating the walls. It's been so long since he's seen you in something ridiculously fancy. He touches a soft purple dress that looks and feels like it's made of water, but when he thinks about you wearing it, in the damp forest that is Yavin-4, he laughs.

There is a reason you don't wear all the gorgeous gowns that fill an entire closet of your home. Your wardrobe these days consist of the same utilitarian type of stuff the rest of the planet wears.

Poe wanders over towards the shoes, but again, can't imagine you wearing them instead of your battered work boots.

The tables full of jewels beckon to him next, and they are overwhelming to say the least. The only piece of jewelry that Poe consistently sees you wear is the wedding ring he gave to you a year back.

A necklace catches his eye just when he's about to give up. It's a small pendant on a gold chain. The pendant itself is a black circle, and at it's heart is your home planet of Naboo. Poe knows before he's even touched it that this is the perfect gift for you. He knows that Yavin-4 is completely different from your home, but if you have a piece of it with you--

"Anything I can help with?" the sales representative asks, interrupting his train of thought.

You are pulling on a black sweater when you hear the X-Wing land in the yard. You glance at the clock in surprise. You weren't expecting him for at least another hour. You finish fussing with your hair and walk into the living room just as BB-8 and Poe enter.

"Hey," you say, hugging Poe. His embrace of you is tight. "Did something happen?"

"What? No, I just missed you," he says, before kissing you.

"How'd it go today?"

"Politics is never really my thing," he says. A non-answer.

"Do you want a drink?" you asked, already walking towards the kitchen. There is something different about his demeanor, and you fear there is something he isn't telling you.

When you hand the glass to him, he sighs before taking a drink. He must feel you studying him closely, because he looks up at you with a laugh.

"What?" he asks.

"You tell me."

"I just missed you," he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I missed you, too," you say, and kiss him again. When you break apart, it's his turn to study you closely. You wait a moment, hoping he'll tell you what's gone wrong, when he says the last thing you ever expected him to.

"You're happy, aren't you?"

"What?" you ask in disbelief.

"You're happy?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"You don't miss all the fuss of life in Naboo, or crave the hustle of Coruscant?"

"What happened today?" you ask.

"I was just reminded of what you've given up, to live here with me."

"I haven't given anything up--" you begin, but Poe cuts you off as he paces towards the living room.

"Come on, this place is nothing like Naboo. The dense trees, the farms, we're miles away from any civilization," he says, running a hand through his hair.

"You said you only needed to be with me, but after seeing all that you're missing, all the nice things that you can't have here, I . . ."

"Poe," you say, walking towards him. He is shaking slightly as you put your hands on his arms. "I love Yavin-4."

"I know--"

"Let me finish, please. I love Yavin-4. I love that we get up at the crack of dawn every morning. I love how quiet it is here. I love going to your Dad's and drinking his insanely strong moonshine.

"I love farming with the both of you. I love that we have to travel so far to get our food, and that it tastes better than anything we could ever get in a city like Coruscant.

"I love that it's almost always just the two of us. I love this cabin, how we can have sex as loud as we want, because there's no one to hear for miles." He lets out a breath of laugh at that.

"I love that I had to learn all 53 rules of Primagge, and that when we play, I usually end up throwing the cards. I love that when I go into town, I usually end up hearing stories about you.

"I love that our friends come to visit, and that we have room for them. I love that you are teaching me to fly, and that BB-8 sits at the dinner table with us most nights.

"But mostly, I love you. And you are who you are because of Yavin-4. You are Yavin-4 through and through, and I wouldn't change a single thing. Believe me, if I wanted to put on one of those gowns, I would, and I would show this forest style like it has never seen. But I don't need those things anymore. I'm just happy here with you."

Poe takes a moment before he replies. Well, before he takes you in his arms and kisses you dramatically. You are both laughing as he tips you a little, but when he rights you, there are tears in his eyes.

"I love you so much, and am so incredibly lucky."

"You are," you say simply. He walks over towards the leather jacket he threw on the couch.

"So," he says, "Given all that you just said, this might seem like a stupid gift, but I saw this when I was on Coruscant, and I couldn't help myself."

He brings over a jewelry box and when you open it, you find a pendant, with Naboo emblazoned on it. It takes your breath away for a moment, and you see Poe smile.

"I figured you should have it, so even if we stay on Yavin-4 forever--"

"Don't threaten me with a good time," you interrupt, making him laugh.

"So even if we stay here forever, you'll still have a piece of home with you."

"Now who's the lucky one," you say quietly. "I love it."

"Here," he says, taking the necklace. You turn and he clasps the necklace close around your neck. He spins you back around and examines it. "Beautiful."

"It is."

"Not who I meant."

He pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. Even the taste of him is home. You wouldn't change a single thing about the life the two of you live, the life you fought so hard for.

"You are my home, Poe."

"And you're mine."

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #TS prompts

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nightfurylover31 · 2 months

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Dang, being a Sonic fan as well, this reminded a lot of the hate Amy Rose used to get. Like Yuna, she has a huge crush on Sonic, and would chase after him. In the 2000s, she was portrayed as being aggressive and obsessive at times. It really hurt her reputation. So this is pretty much what people would say about Sonic running from her. I know perfectly well neither Sonic and Yuga wouldn't do that though.

I didn't like comparing Yuna to Amy, so I turned to my friend @violetganache42 for advice. She's been in the Sonic fandom longer than me, so I thought she could help. I like how she put it.

Amy (especially prior to her maturing) and Yuna do have moments in their life where they're so devoted to their crushes due to them being tweens. I think the clear difference is since Amy trained herself to hold her own against Eggman and catch up with Sonic, she is strong-willed enough to know what situations should be prioritized. As for Yuna, it feels like the writers have made her feelings for Yuga go to a point where she doesn't care if the Velgearians go extinct. Hell, the Yu-TS were ROOTING for her for it and shunning Manabu when he pointed out how serious the Velgearians' situation is.

I think that's an excellent point. Amy wants not only to be with Sonic, but to stand by his side and protect him. Yuna, however, hasn't really been doing anything to help in the plot lately, and focusing only on telling Yuga how she feels. Please understand I don't hate Yuna. She's grown a lot from when we first met her, but her single-mindedness in this episode wasn't for me.

#yugioh go rush #go rush spoilers #yuna goha #amy rose #manabu sogetsu

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fandomfluffandfuck · 10 months

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Just another late night tho(ugh)ts about my boys (a lot of subby sugar baby ish Steve coming your way)

Imagine naked Steve with a fully dressed Bucky....a really mean fully dressed Bucky

Imagine Steve on the edge of their shared bed, face down ass up with his hands held behind his back while his sir stands behind him (in a suit 👀) , toying with his already abused hole.

His sir has been fingering him for a while, stretching his sweet obediant baby open with two fingers, purposely missing his prostate despite his baby's silent sobs.

Steve is physically trembling, it's almost humiliating.

Steve can't grind back, he couldn't, he wants to be still, he wants to take whatever his sir gives him even if it's torturous. However, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't desperate for Bucky to at least touch his prostate just a little bit, knowing for a fact Bucky could find his prostate with his eyes closed.

"S- Sir" Steve gasps out "Please hngh! i need- i need more"

"You need more, honey?" Bucky asks almost in a sarcastic tone, sending shivers down Steve's spine as he hears the sweet nickname somehow turning harsh as soon as Bucky says it out loud. But oh-

Oh God, Sir's finger's right there- right above his prostate, not even an inch away from pressing on it.

"mhhn- haA-" Steve let out a noise that he didn't even know he could make, wordlessly begging for his sir to push just a little bit deeper into him while tugging on his restraints (ropes or cuffs? Hmm) that held his hand still behind his back as he tries his best to hold back from grinding back on sir's long thick fingers.

"Words, sweetheart" Bucky said sternly, humming slightly at the way his baby was melting under him just because he shifted his fingers to another angle.

"Puh- please! Please! i want- i wan' sir deeper in me, i wan' it please!" Steve sobbed into the sheets that he bunched his face into, clenching around his sir's fingers, trying to restrain himself from trying to suck Bucky's fingers deeper in him and trying to- Oh-

"Oh-! oH god! Thank you thank you thank you!" Steve howled as soon as he felt Sir's fingers finally punch into his prostate repeatedly, almost crying in relief as he kept repeating his thank yous.

All Bucky could do was just raise his eyebrows at his baby's reaction, smoothing his hand down Steve's back, knowing he had way more in store for the hot mess in front of him...

Truly yours

- pleading anon

Jesus Christ

How could you do this to me?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨🥴 Like--

I am always here for the pairing of a wrecked partner with composed, basically unbothered partner.

There's just 🤌🏻something🤌🏻 about it. About the complete loss of control vs the complete control. It's delicious. A five course meal, at least.

And the suit--

The 👏🏻 suit 👏🏻

Steve, poor Steve, is naked and writhing (as much as he can when restrained in leather wrist and ankle cuffs, attached together over his back into a hog tie with Bucky spreading his knees apart to get at his hole) and frustrated and then so grateful as he's given what he needs after begging for it. But, all the while, Bucky is fully covered, not even breaking a sweat. Hell, he hasn't even bothered to push up his dress shirt sleeves or take off his suit jacket. He's so precise. Using just enough lube to have his way with Steve but not enough to drip and mess up his nice clothes. It drives Steve insane. Bucky has control. He has composure. He is competent. He knows what he wants, and he will get it.

Even with Steve, he's competent, composed, and in control. He knows exactly what he expects from Steve, and he will get what he wants--what he expects.

Especially with Steve.

Steve wants to be good. He aches to be good.

By the time Steve is through crying out his orgasm and the shakes from such gripping pleasure are gone, he's turning over his shoulder--the only real movement he can make when restrained the way he is--looking back at Bucky with open lips, wracking his brain for the ability to talk. He is more than ready to offer up whatever Bucky wants: his mouth, his stretched, now oversensitive hole, his fingers or hands, even his thighs or his tits. Anything.

Yet, Bucky doesn't say anything; he simply tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, questioning Steve without having to say a word. What? You want something?

Steve wants to get Bucky off, too! As good as he feels now, he knows he'll feel gooder with the knowledge that he's pleased the other man.

However, there's one problem beyond Steve's inability to get his fried brain to move his lips, teeth, and tongue to speak... Bucky is so put together that he's not even hard in his slacks.

How?

Not that Steve can see, at least. It's just the regular, tightly packed bulge of his soft cock in his pants. Nothing more.

And, oh, God, that should make Steve feel ashamed and insecure--was he not enough? Does Bucky not find him attractive? What? But none of those thoughts come. All that happens is a wave of hot, prickly arousal crashing over him. Steve chokes, gut-punched by the sneaker wave. It's such an intense feeling. Here's more proof of how Bucky can control himself. He can control his body. Meanwhile, Steve is at the mercy of his most animal desires--his base instincts that scream for sex. Steve's is simple and easy. Begging and pleading and crying. Stripped down to nothing but naked desperation. The contrast is immense. It couldn't be hotter.

Bucky is so...

So composed.

Not a hair out of place, dressed for business, serious business, and he's just penciled Steve's shameless need in a quick fifteen minute window (fifteen because, yeah, of course, Steve can't even control himself in that regard, always off like a shot with just a taste of pleasure) because he's booked the rest of the day.

Bucky squeezes Steve's bare ass possessively and Steve squirms on the inside, muscles too weak to do it on the outside now, "you're going to let me fuck you when I get home. Before dinner." Bucky tells him. "We can have take-out after--whatever you want."

"Y-yes, sir," Steve says in a rush, unable to keep holding his head up and letting it smack down onto the bed. He feels like he can't breath, all the air has been knocked out of him with how turned on he is.

If he could, he'd hump the mattress. It doesn't matter that he's not hard again yet. He's just...

Turned on.

"Good." Bucky informs him, undoing his cuffs with practiced ease and efficiency.

"Uh-huh," Steve moans, like it matters. Bucky's made up his mind, and Steve will follow. Steve loves to follow.

Thank you so much for this idea, sweetheart!

#asks #pleading anon #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

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allylikethecat · 2 months

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Omg, also a TS fan since debut and I massively took a step back from her personally prior to the reputation era because of her antics and victim complex. The music will always mean so so much to me, her lyrics mean so much to me, but her actions as a person and TS™️ as an entity is just weird and greedy. I think she accrued a lot of fans when she disappeared for a while who've completely constructed a narrative in their heads of who she is and they believe it and are eating up this current era, but those who've been here a long time know how PR and image driven it is. Exhausting.

I apologize in advance I have been having way too many feelings about this whole situation and how it relates to my identity as a 28 year old woman and you are about to get an oversharing novel in response lol

Also, I guess CW: this post is about Taylor Swift and if anyone sends me any kind of hate or whatnot related to my own personal opinions and feelings I will be deleting it because I am NOT playing that game.

My Aunt bought me the Debut album CD at a concert after seeing her open for Rascal Flatts. She was like "I thought that you would like her!" and she was RIGHT Taylor Swift became my entire personality. One of my FAVORITE core memories as a child was the day Fearless came out. For some reason we didn't have school, and my Mom and I watched Taylor on the Ellen show, and then we went to Target and bought the physical CD, we then drove around town so we could listen to it together. My mom hasn't been well and that is one of my favorite memories of us together. It's silly but when you're in middle school that kind of thing is important to you. Then in high school I actually got MADE FUN OF for wearing Taylor merch and being excited about Red. BUT I loved her music and felt like she actually stood for something, so I brushed it off and continued to be a HUGE Swiftie. I had the Taylor Swift dolls, I had the perfumes, I had the LOVE LOVE LOVE bracelet, I had the sundresses from WALMART. I saw her on the Fearless and 1989 tours, I had the fucking 1989 haircut. I was supposed to go to Loverfest.

I was still a HUGE Swiftie during the post 1989-pre Reputation eras, then the Reputation era. I'm a few years younger than her, but I felt like I could relate to the kind of manic panic that she was sharing with us (lol turns out I was just unmedicated and we're doing much better now). It felt (in my probably naive mind) like she was experiencing the same insecurities that I was and reacting accordingly. Was she playing the victim at times? Oh 100% BUT I also fully believe that she thought she was one. (Plus... Kim is my least favorite Kardashian lol)

I LOVED the Lover era even as it was shit on at the for the sunshine rainbow hyper colorful aesthetic. Like, I don't know if new fans realize but when Lover was released? It was NOT as beloved as it is now. Then Folklore and Evermore were absolute genius, it felt like Taylor had grown up, and she got all of these new fans, which was great! She was in an "adult" relationship and her music and publicity choices seemed to reflect that. It was so refreshing to see a celebrity keeping their personal life, personal, and sharing what they wanted to share through music. Midnights broke all kinds of records, again, amazing! Even if it wasn't as strong as say Folklore. I fought for my life and got Eras Tour tickets (opening weekend!!) I had the BEST TIME EVER.

Taylor has always been extremely calculated with her public image. She was over exposed during The 1989 era and the public turned on her, so I truly cannot figure out why she is doing it again 100x in this new era of whatever the fuck this is. I don't know her, maybe she is legitimately happy, or maybe this is a cry for help. But I have been so grossed out by her behavior lately, and how in your face everything is with Kelce. It's no secret that I hate Kelce (and people that know me IRL know that it's not a new Taylor related thing lol) and if she actually loves him, fine, that's great for her, BUT we don't need to see it! Yes she was public when she was dating Calvin but ALSO she was what 25-26? She's a 34 year old woman now with the biggest platform of any celebrity ever. She feels too old (and this is not me age shaming her because I would be grossed out if my friends were doing it, and I would be embarrassed if *I* were to ever do it) to be licking a man's face in public like this. This feels like sorority girl in her first college relationship (I was *in* a sorority for a hot second so this isn't hate on sorority girls either!) and not record breaking Grammy award winning artist. ALSO I feel like she used to come across as so articulate and well spoken? Controversial opinion but I thought she sounded like a fucking idiot in that Time Person of the Year piece.

I think that this whole thing is PR for something, but because it just feels too icky to be real, but I don't know what it's PR for, (trying to bury the Matty situation from May? Because if so that just makes me even more sad for him or trying to get back at Joe? Which if that's the case, I feel bad for him too and she's even more immature than I thought) and now, for the first time, AFTER SIXTEEN YEARS I'm embarrassed to be a fan of her, both because of her own actions and also the actions of her fanbase as a whole.

It feels really weird, and I know I'm being parasocial about it, but when the times got bad I always had her music to fall back on and now I just, I don't know it feels cheapened somehow because the current image that's being crafted doesn't match the one that we originally fell for. And you know what, people change, she's a celebrity, I don't know her, what she does DOES NOT affect me any way, and how I feel does not AFFECT HER in the slightest, and I know it's being parasocial but I feel like a big part of me is in mourning about it. Less because of her changing her image so drastically, and more so because I feel like I'm mourning the loss of childhood and joy that used to be associated with her music for me and I think that's what's making me the most sad.

I have Eras tour tickets for one of the London dates this summer. I'm probably going to still go, because I paid for them, and I also have tickets to see Noah Kahan that same week in London (... and also the Longines tour has ALSO decided that the London stop is that week...) But I don't consider myself a "big fan" anymore. Maybe I will be one day again, but this current image that she's putting out just isn't it for me.

Sorry for the longest Taylor related novel in existence, I have had a lot of bottled up feelings about this that feel ridiculous typing out and sharing out loud BUT I know I will feel better sending them into the interwebs and your ask was the perfect catalyst.

Thank you so much for sending this in and for your continued support! I hope you continue to enjoy my fics and my secret sports hot takes 😂

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #keep it kind #i am so sorry this got so long #i just started word vomiting and couldnt stop #then i started crying thinking about my mom #and yeah anyway i am 100% sober just dramatic lol #dont worry i will still be working on you know where the city is #Fictional!2014/2015 taylor has not made me sad lol #and i know it doesnt matter or actually impact me and its super parasocial and probably not healthy that im sad about all of this #BUT i love projecting my feelings and shit onto other things #and why deal with the ~other trauma~ in my life #when i could just... be bummed out about taylor swift turning into a trashy hoe instead of the poet we thought she was #BUT IN IMPORTANT AND EXCITING NEWS #the way i am so hype for this beyonce country album #im not even a beyonce stan #i dont even know if i would go as far as saying im a casual fan #but 16 carriages is so good #and im so excited to see what the rest of the album has in store #also please be nice to me im being vulnerable on the internet #because i am too stubborn to be vulnerable in real life #... there is a 75% chance i am going to panic delete this later but oh well here it is

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ambersky0319 · 4 years

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I've been reading the very limited amount of Blind Deceit and I thought of something cute 💛 He used to read stories to Virgil and Remus when Thomas was young, with the two never knowing that it was braille. Years later, Remus finds their old story books and decides to ask Dee about them in front of everyone. It leads to them all finding out that he's blind, Patton finding out that he's a great Dad and Virgil (whom he hasn't made up with yet) asking him to read after a Nightmare that night 💜

I had a lot of fun with this one! I really love Blind Deceit, and really hope you enjoy this!!!

Pairings: None/All platonic

Warnings: None really? Just lmk if I need to add anything!

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Deceit was relaxing on the couch in the mind palace, one earbud in as he listened to a podcast. He and Remus had been… Mostly accepted. Things were still sometimes really tense, and he knew it would take a while for everything to settle. But Deceit took advantage of the calm day they were having. Roman and Patton were baking, if their laughter and the strong scent of chocolate was anything to go by. Virgil was still napping, or maybe just quietly scrolling on his phone. Deceit hadn’t heard a peep from him in a while. And Logan was reading nearby on the couch, the only indication he was there to Deceit being the frequent sound of pages turning.

And Remus was nowhere to be found.

Deceit guessed he was in the Imagination, preparing a prank for Roman. Or perhaps in his room, conducting an experiment.

And so Deceit closed his eyes, seeing the darkness that he saw all the time anyway, and lost himself in the voices of those on the podcast. He might as well enjoy this rare day of peace.

He didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until Remus was shaking him awake.

Deceit blinked, rubbing his eyes and looking in Remus’s direction. Deceit instantly knew it was him and no one else by the scent of fresh blood lingering in the air around the side.

“Yes, Remus?”

“Good! You’re up!” Deceit felt some stuff being pushed into his hands as he sat up. “I was digging around some old stuff, from when Virgie and I were really really young, right? And I found these!”

“Why would you even want find those old books, Remus?” Virgil asked tiredly, and Deceit could feel his gaze on the pair. In fact, Deceit could practically feel everyone looking at them. “They aren’t worth much.”

Remus stuck his tongue out at Virgil, glaring half-heartedly. “I thought you of all sides would be excited, considering they were always your favorite whenever Dee read them to us!”

Virgil’s surprise was evident in his voice. “You don’t mean-”

“They’re the old Disney classics.” Deceit finished, running his fingers over the covers lightly and feeling the familiar bumps of the title.

“Yeah! And I thought it’d be fun to read them myself, but I literally couldn’t understand anything. Dee, why’re they all in braille?”

“Because I’m blind?” Deceit stated simply, opening one of the books and tracing his fingers over the words. His eyes widened slightly. “Wait- didn’t I ever tell you?”

Remus was gaping at him. In fact, everyone was. There was a beat of silence, before Remus tackled him into a hug.

Deceit yelped as he suddenly had a duke clinging to him, laughing almost hysterically. Deceit blinked in confusion, but still held Remus close, because why would Deceit not? Remus was his family, as good as Deceit’s own child.

He tilted his head in Patton’s direction as the moral side began to speak. “You mean… You read to them when they were younger?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Patton.” Deceit stated, running a hand through Remus’s hair as the side slowly calmed down. “They were young, and afraid. They had nightmares constantly. What was I supposed to do, just tell them to suck it up and just go back to bed?”

Remus squeezed him tighter.

“I can’t believe you know braille and never taught us!” That was definitely Logan.

“I can’t believe I never noticed, I just thought you had good eyesight!” Virgil, and Deceit could imagine the look of shock on his face. He sounded closer though. Deceit nearly reached out, to beckon him into his arms as well, just as they used to. But he thought better of it. They still hadn’t made amends, and he doubted Virgil would want Deceit to hug him.

“I did not realize it wasn’t obvious, it wasn’t something I was trying to hide from either of you. The rest of you, yes, but not you or Remus.”

He heard Roman’s signature princey gasp. “Hide it from us!”

Deceit just shrugged, feeling Remus move to sit next to him instead of on top, which Deceit was definitely a bit grateful for. The suffocating smell of death was a bit more bearable when Remus wasn’t directly on him.

“Wait- how are you even blind? Thomas isn’t blind!” Roman added, glancing to the others.

“Logan and Patton need glasses, do they not?” Deceit pointed out. “Yet Thomas doesn’t need glasses all the time.”

“He should wear them more often though,” Logan mumbled.

“Well, I guess Deceit never saw this conversation coming, huh?”

The others groaned as Patton laughed, and Deceit felt the small bit of tension in his shoulders disappear, smiling gently.

“Oh! Roman and I made brownies for dinner if everyone’s hungry?” Patton asked, glancing around. Deceit could tell Logan was about to lecture them that it wasn’t healthy, and he was right. Deceit still got to his feet to join them all for brownies though.

Deceit was just about to fall asleep. He had stayed up listening to some show most of the night to unwind, and he could tell it was getting late. The others had all been asleep for a few hours now, if the silence of the house was anything to go by.

Just as he had pulled the blanket over himself, Deceit heard his door creek open and close softly. Deceit frowned, sitting up.

“Deceit?”

Virgil?

Deceit tilted his head. “Can I help you?”

Virgil hesitated, before taking a deep breath.

“I know… That we haven’t exactly made up, and we should probably talk things out soon and come to some sort of agreement, but I… I can’t sleep.”

Deceit raised a brow, confused. “Why are you coming to me then, and not Patton, or even Logan?”

“Because…” He could hear Virgil fidgeting. “I just, Remus bringing up those books reminded me of how nice things we’re. I had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. And, and I don’t think Patton or Logan could stomach reading one of the classics. Certainly not Roman. And Remus is too loud. And you always had such a soothing voice, but I get if you would rather not and I can go and we could forget this ever happened-”

“Virgil, do you want me to read to you?”

Virgil swallowed, and his voice came out meek. “Yes…?”

Deceit bit his lip gently, before shifting on the bed. Virgil’s eyes brightened slightly as he climbed into bed beside Deceit, feeling some of Deceit’s arms wrap around him. He handed Deceit the book he wanted read to him- The Little Mermaid.

They both got a bit more comfortable, Virgil curled into Deceit’s side as Deceit began to read. His fingers traced the pages slowly as Virgil lost himself in Deceit’s voice, and soon Virgil drifted off back to sleep.

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the-mad-starker · 5 years

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Starker Smut: Homemade

Length: 8.2k

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Prompt: Omega mommy Tony and alpha son Peter who finally starts his rut. Tony ends up pregnant, and Tony loves feeling the life inside him, that feeling amplified by knowing that the pup(s) have part of Peter in them. When Tony starts lactating, Peter likes to nurse while he fucks his mama, caught between the safe, warm, feeling he gets from drinking from his momma and the desperate, near-frenzied mindset he gets fucking him.

Ive been MIA. Lack of motivation + IRL stuff = one very sad mads. So I finally finished this mommy kink fic yayy. Also using this as a fill for Starker bingo, X-ing out my Incest square 😱 anyone curious about my card can see it in the AO3 post.

Notes: ABO Dynamics, Incest (normalized sex setting), Omega Tony, Alpha Peter, intersex, marathon sex, knotting, breeding, impregnation, pregnant sex, lactation, ruts, lingerie, and so much mommy kink

Note 2: Not explicitly stated but throwing in the underaged warning here.

Also before anyone jumps me for breast feeding info/correction, I was too lazy to do a thorough research into this so I'm tweaking it in this omegaverse lol

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Tony's actually in a meeting when he gets the text.

It's from Happy, his loyal but too serious bodyguard slash chauffeur.

Boss, i just dropped the kid off at the house. He literally begged me not to tell you, but he isn't feeling too well. - HH

Tony frowns at the message and thinks for a half second before he shoots a text to his son.

Hey, kiddo. How's class going? - TS

There’s silence for a few seconds before his inbox is flooded in Peter's usual lightning fast but short sentence texts.

…

...Happy told you, didnt he

im sorry, i wasnt feeling good

They said I should just go home

And I told Happy not to tell you

he promised but I guess he lied

I'm fine, really just need to nap.

Sorry, mama.

It's the last line that gets him because lately, Peter has been trying to stop calling him mommy or mama. he wants to be more formal, more grown up and just call Tony mom, but it slips when he's feeling particularly vulnerable.

Meaning his baby needs him right this instant.

Tony excuses himself from the meeting and texts Happy to bring him home. Smart man, the beta is already waiting for him when Tony strolls out of the building.

He makes it to their home in Queens in record time but doesn't text to let his son know. Peter, despite being a clingy child, has some guilt about pulling Tony away from his job. The omega doesn't know where it comes from since he has always reassured his boy that he would move mountains for him.

Tony loosens his tie, slipping off his shoes when he enters their home.

There's a scent neutralizer in the air so the omega can't tell from scent alone if his son is in distress. Scent neutralizers in the ventilation but the walls aren't soundproof. The only ones that are soundproof are Tony's bedroom for… reasons... Not that he needs it. The omega hasn't had a partner for heats or otherwise since Peter was a baby.

He approaches Peter's bedroom and pauses when he hears sounds from inside.

A soft moan. His hand stills on the doorknob before he decides to knock.

He gets a soft yelp and the sound of something crashing on the floor. Tony raises a brow but schools his expression when Peter cracks the door open.

"Mama?" Peter whispers incredulously. He licks his dry lips and blinks too rapidly. "Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting…?"

Normally, Tony would have a sassy reply instantly but something… It's… It's hard to pinpoint really, but the scent is familiar and it makes Tony's insides clench and his legs feel weak. He hasn't responded like that in so long and the last time–

Tony's eyes widen when the realization hits. It's all processed in less than a second and his instincts surge to life inside him.

"A little birdie told me you aren't feeling well," Tony says coyly, leaning closer.

He gets more of that scent, spice and musk… Knows by the way Peter's lips quiver that he's catching his omega mother's scent at the same time. Peter's eyes dilate, the pupils expanding and eating up the brown of his irises. Brown eyes that he shares with his omega parent.

Does Peter even know what Tony's scent means?

If he's presenting today, the deeper notes in Tony's scents might still be a mystery. In that case, his body would be responding but Peter wouldn't know, consciously, why he's so aroused. Why Tony's scent is turning him on so much when just yesterday, his nose only registered comfort and security.

"I told Happy–" Peter groans, "Mom, I'm okay, I just need a minute."

Tony smirks but when he tries to nudge the door open, Peter holds it steady, a soft whine of, "Mama, p-please–"

He abruptly stops talking when Tony caresses his cheek, subtly posing his wrist right next to the boy's nose. He's feeding his presenting boy the scent of a viable omega. It's a dirty trick but he just wants to help and possibly ease his son's suffering.

"Baby, I can smell it," Ton says gently, "You're becoming a man… An alpha."

"Mama…" Peter groans, breathing the scent in with greedy lungfuls of breath.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Tony encourages his son to speak honestly.

Peter swallows, so unsure, but he whimpers when Tony continues stroking his cheek, soothing and arousing at the same time.

"It does," he admits, "but… but… I…"

Tony's poor baby is struggling.

"Do you want Mama to help, darling?" Tony coos to his son. "I can make the hurt go away."

"You can?" Peter looks at him with wide eyes, full of trust and innocence.

It makes Tony's heart beat so harshly against his chest. His body responds too, but he's already been dripping slick since he smelled his son's arousal. The scent of an alpha in entering a rut. It's even more potent for a first time presented. It's even more arousing that it's his baby boy, his sweet Peter.

"Open the door, baby," Tony encourages, "I'll help you feel better."

Peter's breathing escalates, his body practically vibrating with unspent energy. Tony can read all the signs and more slick drips out of him when he does.

His sweet Peter is going to be such an amazing, good alpha.

His son opens the door and Tony almost sinks to his knees right then and there. If he thought Peter's emerging scent affected him before, it sends his head spinning. It's intoxicating.

Alpha… alpha…

Tony breathes it in and takes a few seconds to acclimate himself. Then, belying the struggle he's feeling, Tony saunters into the room and promptly sits on his boy's bed, crossing his legs. It helps to hide the trembling and the urge he has to just lay back and offer himself as a rut toy for his son.

Peter, sensing the change in his omega mom, hesitates when he turns.

It's obvious why. His erection is tenting the soft pajama pants he has on and he's trying to hide it behind his hands. There's a light flush on Peter's cheeks, such a pretty pink that Tony wants to snuggle the boy close.

"Well," Tony smiles and it's a sultry thing, an expression that Peter's never had directed at him. It makes his son push out even more pheromones, trying to lure in the omega teasing him. "We're not gonna solve your problem with you all the way over there. Come closer, baby."

Peter does step closer then takes another until he's standing right in front of Tony. The omega gently eases his son's hands away.

"Need to see what I'm working with here, kid," Tony tells him.

Slowly, he tugs his boy's pajamas down, letting the fabric drag over the erect length. His son's flesh is uncovered, slowly, like a grand reveal and Tony's mouth fills with saliva with every inch he exposes. He guessed the size a bit, just from the outline, but that doesn't compare to what he sees.

Tony knows right away that Peter has a pretty cock. The flesh itself is flushed a gorgeous pink, just like the blush on his cheeks. The girth isn't something to scoff at. It looks like his presentation hit Peter like a truck, giving him all the tools needed to be an alpha stud despite still being Tony's baby boy.

The omega eyes the loose skin around the base. For a kid who hasn't popped his first knot, Tony can already tell Peter's knot will be massive. When the band of his pajamas finally slips over the tip, Tony's breath catches when the entire thing is freed. It's so hard that it springs up but the weight of it is too much to curve up against Peter's belly. His son's cock bobs in the air, all flushed and needy, drooling for his omega mama's touch.

Tony takes a moment to admire it. A soft sound catches his attention and he looks up to see Peter's embarrassed face. The blush has only deepened and the color has crept down Peter's neck and chest, disappearing beneath his shirt.

"You've grown to be such a big boy," Tony murmurs, rubbing circles on the hard jut of his hip.

"Mama…" Peter whispers, a tiny bit embarrassed. But there's a hint of pride there like he can't help being happy that Tony compliments him so.

"It's a good cock," Tony assures him, "You'll make plenty of omegas cry on this thing…"

Another soft embarrassed sound then his sweet son admits, "I don't… don't really want any other 'mega, mom…"

His son is such a sweet boy. Tony feels his heart twist because Peter's always been such a good boy, always thinking about his omega mama, always so sweet and kind. Some young omega will steal Tony's sweet boy away and that's… that's life.

Tony doesn't say such things though. They'll come in time. For now… He'll take what he can get and teach his son what he wants to know.

"What do you think…?" Tony says casually while he wraps his hand around Peter's cock. "Think you can hold out for me, kid? Or are you feeling sensitive…?"

He gets his answer as soon as he gives the firm cock a single stroke. It twitches wildly in his hand, drops of precome beading up quickly at the slit. It drips down the flushed head and just as quickly, another drop forms. It keeps going, fat cloudy drops that gather and overflow so that it drips steadily.

"I…" Peter whines, hiding his face behind his hands again. He peeks through his fingers, "I don't know…"

Tony tries to be gentle but his baby isn't too far from his first orgasm by another's hand.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Tony tells him as the boy shuffles closer. His hand works over Peter's erect cock, jerking him off with firm but quick strokes. "Let it out, little alpha… Let it out for mama…"

It doesn't take more than a few strokes before Peter's body grows taut. His cock twitches and pulses in Tony's grip, balls drawing up quick. Tony doesn't stop and soon, his son is bucking up his hips, soft gasps and a cut off "Mmph…!" before Peter spills all over Tony's hand.

The load his son releases is so much…

"Fuck, baby," Tony says, astonished at the sheer amount of come, "you were really backed up, hmm? You should ask for mommy's help if you need it... Don't want my baby getting so frustrated…"

Tony milks it all out of Peter, massaging and encouraging the soft little baby knot at the base of his cock. He ignores the fact that his son's come makes a mess, some of it getting on his designer suit and dripping all over.

Peter slumps against him, sinking onto the bed. His head falls on Tony's shoulder and he buries his face against his Mama's arm.

"Isn't this wrong, mama…?" Peter asks softly.

In that quiet, whispered sentence, Tony hears all his boy's doubts and fears. Tony can't bear to have his kid upset, so he tips Peter's face towards his and gently, lovingly, kisses the boy on the lips.

Peter's brown eyes, so like his own, widen but he doesn't scramble back. If anything, he melts into it, hands twitching at his sides, wanting to touch but unsure of where to place them.

"I love you, baby," Tony tells him. Then he smiles a bit wryly, "You love me too, don't you…?"

For a second, Peter looks a bit offended at the question before he eagerly nods, replying, "Of course, I do, mom."

He nuzzles Tony's cheek then brushes his nose against his jaw and then his neck…

"You're perfect… my perfect mama…" Peter tells him, "I love you so much… There's no one I'd love more than you…"

Tony melts and tugs Peter down onto the bed with him. The young alpha curls up against his side while Tony kicks off his ruined pants. Since those are already gone, he strips off his suit jacket and the vest beneath. As he's unbuttoning his shirt, he feels curious fingers trace along his underwear.

He looks over his shoulder, raising a brow at his touchy feely son.

Peter gives his mama a shy smile, "It looks nice on you…"

Tony looks down, grinning at the hot red lace underwear he's wearing. He hasn't had an alpha in years but he still likes to feel sexy beneath his clothes. He's also glad he wore something nice since Peter seems to love it.

"Thank you, baby," Tony says leaning down and kissing the top of his head.

He leaves his shirt on but it's entirely unbuttoned. Tony is, perhaps, a bit eager but Peter certainly appreciates it. He tilts his face up, lips puckering a bit in expectation. Amused but not willing to turn down the request, Tony takes Peter's lips in another sweet kiss.

He's practically leaning over his son when he feels Peter's cock swelling against his thigh. The joys of having such an eager and young alpha…

Peter had just started getting into the kiss when Tony pulls away.

"Mama–" Peter protests but Tony shushes him with a finger to the lips. When his boy pouts, Tony takes his finger away and pecks him on the lips.

"There's no rush, sweetheart," he tells Peter, "But hmm… How about we make you a real alpha, hmm? Would you like that…?"

Peter's wide but eager eyes are answer enough and yet, he seems conflicted.

Tony reads him easily and kisses him softly.

"Still think it's wrong?" He raises a brow.

Peter's eyes are wide and even though he shakes his head rather enthusiastically, there's still that tiny bit of doubt that shadows his face.

He wraps an arm around the boy's shoulders and gently eases Peter down on top of him. His legs spread to accommodate his son, knees cradling the boy's hips.

Peter's cock presses between his legs, firm flesh poking and dragging along his clothed pussy. It makes Tony shiver in anticipation.

He reaches between their bodies, leading his son's cock where he wants it… The tip nestles against the fabric, precome wetting the lacy material.

"Pete… You're my baby," Tony says. Their eyes lock, alpha and omega, mother and son, as Tony teases him. He rubs against his son's cock, dragging the wet tip up and down along his slit. Even with his panties in the way, it's such an intimate feeling.

He nuzzles against the boy's cheek, purring, "Part of you should always be inside me… So, do it, baby, it's okay… Put your cock inside mommy."

He wants to do badly, Tony could see it. His eyes are hooded and his lip caught between his teeth. Tony only knows he's breathing because they're pressed close.

Peter's so close to getting his first taste of omega pussy.

"...What if I'm bad at it…?" Peter mumbles then, the last thing holding him back.

He can't take his eyes away from Tony though and the desire is there… Oh God, Tony hasn't felt this kind of mutual attraction in years. His baby alpha is just so eager but so worried about disappointing Tony… It's just so sweet, so typical of Peter.

"You're a Stark, aren't you?" Tony gently teases, "Being great is in your blood."

Then Tony smirks, a confident grin that trembles when he feels Peter's hips shift forward, seeking the warmth of his body.

"Besides…" Tony murmurs as he pulls Peter closer. "I'll teach you, baby… Don't worry…"

He squeezes the alpha's cock, stroking along heated flesh. It's dripping again, so much precome and fluid, his son's cock naturally providing lubrication so it could penetrate any tight hole.

Tony's pussy clenches, slick and wetness just dripping right out of him. This entire time, he's been so focused on Peter that he's been holding back his own wants. But this… He knows it's going to be amazing.

He's so wet and his own little omega cock is stiff and aching. It's nothing compared to how his insides clench in anticipation, eager to be split apart and seeded thoroughly.

Screw the fact that he hasn't bothered with birth control in years, there's always the after morning pill. Unless…

"You wanna be safe and use a condom, baby alpha…?" Tony asks. He hates it though, loves knowing his partner is bare inside him, but if his son wants it…

Peter looks torn and says forlornly, "Do I have to…? I haven't…"

"You really should but since it's your first time…" Tony gives in easily and then, pulling his panties aside, exposes the tight little hole of his pussy for penetration. He notches the wet tip right there and murmurs, "Push in a bit, Pete…"

His boy complies and oh… Tony groans at that initial stretch, his son's fat cock nudging its way inside…

"Mama…" Peter gasps, a strangled sound as he gets his first taste of Tony's omega pussy.

His hands fly down to Tony's hips, fingers clamping down. Once the tip is swallowed down, Peter's control frays and splinters, coming undone as his hips buck up. It's harsh and uncontrolled as the alpha tries to shove into Tony's tight body.

"Mama… mama .." Peter almost pleads but Tony's a bit distracted himself.

The omega is caught in the sensation of his pussy being split apart. In his younger days, sex was easy and he was used to it. It's been… years and Tony's definitely not used to it. His tight little pussy struggles to even take Peter's cockhead and Tony breathes through the stretch.

It's not unpleasant, it's just a lot… Especially with Peter trying to greedily fuck the rest of his length inside without giving Tony time to adjust.

"Mama… I can't… gotta…" Peter's words are incoherent babbling but actions speak louder than words. With a sob, Peter forces the rest of his cock inside his omega mother's pussy.

To Tony, it feels like the breath is punched out of him. He grips his son's broad shoulders and his entire body shudders, clenching down tight on Peter's cock.

It feels so good after the initial push that Tony's body goes limp. His son covers him, dark ravenous eyes staring down at him from above.

"It feels… so good…" Peter groans, eyes rolling back, and yet… he's staying so perfectly still like he can't move. Or refuses to.

Tony gazes up at his son with hooded eyes. His pussy clenches on the thick length, tiny little hole tight from lack of use. As he lays there panting, split open on his boy's cock, Tony has a feeling that he won't be left empty now that Peter's had a taste… He knows how alphas get and the look in Peter's eyes tell him the same thing.

There's this dazed look in Peter's eyes. His mouth trembles in pleasure and his entire body strains with the need to move.

"It's okay, baby," Tony encourages, wrapping his legs around the boy's waist. "C'mon, Pete… Move… I can take it… was made to take it…"

"Mama…"

It's breathed out like a prayer before Peter shudders. He squeezes his eyes shut but starts to move, hands clamped down bruisingly tight on Tony's hips as he chases after his own pleasure.

He fucks his mama with clumsy but eager thrusts. Tony welcomes every single one, moaning into his baby's ear and encouraging him with filthy words.

"Your cock feels so good, baby…" Tony says breathlessly. "Tilt your hips like– oh, fuck, yes… Like that, baby. Oh– yes, just like… that…"

Peter tries his very best to please Tony, but being so inexperienced, he can't help but come fast. He tries to warn his omega mommy but the words get caught in his throat.

"Mama…!" Peter shudders as he empties himself inside.

He unloads with a groan, pushing deep inside and spilling so carelessly into his mother's unprotected womb. The body under his grows so tight that it steals his breath.

"You're knotting, Pete, oh… oh, fuck–" Tony groans when he feels his son's knot start to swell.

It happens quickly, the knot filling and rubbing against Tony's insides until it's too large to pull out. His son is lost in the pleasure, completely overwhelmed as he dumps a nice thick load inside.

The realization that he's knotting comes as a surprise even though Peter knows that it logically happens. His mama feels so impossibly tight around him and it's hard for him to formulate a thought, much less words.

Thoughts about pups and the dangers of unprotected sex don't even register to the rutting alpha. All he knows is the amazing feeling of his come rushing out of him and shooting out… The way it leaves his mama so wet, he could feel it… His come crowding around his sensitive cock as the knot keeps it all plugged inside.

Tony shivers when he feels his son's cock pulse inside him. His eyes slip closed for just a moment and he images it… Peter's alpha cock inside him, white spilling everywhere as his son breeds him.

He's not on birth control and the omega shudders at the terrible thought. His son knocking him up. His hand trembles as he pets Peter's back, fingertips grazing up and down as the young alpha continues to pant against his neck.

"Mama… I'm sorry…" Peter groans when he finally realizes what he's done, "I came inside…"

That dirty wrong feeling grows and his pussy clenches down, milking every drop from his son's cock.

"It's okay, baby," Tony tells him. He turns Peter's face towards his and kisses him to show he's not mad or upset. "I've always wanted to give you a little brother or sister…"

It's said mostly as a joke, as something to show Peter that he isn't mad about it. But then Tony feels Peter's cock twitch violently inside him and he wonders…

"You like that idea, baby…?" Tony says out loud, eyes searching his boy's face. "Like the idea of knocking up your omega mommy?"

The sound Peter makes would be embarrassing any other time but Tony finds the high pitched whine cute. It tells him how badly his baby wants it… Wants to knock his omega parent up.

Tony sighs, feeling deliriously happy that their desires are in sync. He's been holding back, worried that Peter would just want some practice… But now…

"Move your hips, Pete…" Tony instructs. "You got your omega caught on your knot… Gotta keep rutting… Even if it's sensitive… Keep– Oh…"

His son obeys and moves flawlessly, burying his face in Tony's neck. The knot holds true and Tony groans when he feels it tugging against his hole but it's… It's so good…

Peter's youthful enthusiasm comes through. Even though they're still tied, he fucks Tony relentlessly. The knot only allows him an inch or two to move but that's all he needs. His thrusts are harsh and deep as he ruts into Tony's pussy, churning up all that good potent come that he's deposited inside.

Then without instruction, Peter pulls up to his knees, his strong hands dragging Tony's lower body with him so that the knot doesn't get tugged too harshly. Tony's back arches to get that perfect angle and he's seeing stars when Peter starts to hammer inside him..

His son's loud pants and cries of "Mama…!" continue as fucks Tony stupid in his childhood bed. Tony doesn't even need a hand on his own stiff little cock before he's spilling all over his stomach, clear useless drops of omega come spurting out. Peter continues to fuck him, rutting wildly in a way only newly presented alphas can.

Distantly, Tony realizes that the knot has softened… But then Peter whimpers, unhappy when his sensitive little knot slips out and is followed by a flood of his come.

"Baby–" Tony groans but Peter turns him onto his stomach before he shoves back in.

"Again," Peter growls. His cock spears right in, fucking into the sloppy wet insides of Tony's pussy. Then he murmurs, as though apologetic for his tone, "Please, mama… I need it… need mommy's pussy…"

Tony groans, pushing up onto his knees.

"Go on, P-Pete," he allows it, his entire body shaking from the force. "Go ahead, baby… Take what you n-need…"

"Thank you," Peter groans, "Thank you… It's so good, mama… So good… Wanna come inside again… Gonna do it… Gonna come inside mommy's pussy… Get every drop..."

"Do it, baby," Tony urges. "you can, you can… Come inside…"

It becomes clear that Peter isn't thinking of making it good for Tony, not when his thrusts are so rough and uncontrolled. He's just chasing after his own pleasure, hips rabbiting against Tony's ass as he roughly fucks in and out.

He's utilizing his strength, his speed… His youth that allows him to keep him. His cock is just a blur of motion with how fast he's fucking in and out. It feels too good to stop...

Tony can only imagine just how pink his ass and thighs are from how harshly Peter's fucking him. The sloppy wet sounds make it all the worse… There's come dripping down his thighs, come being fucked back into him, come ruining the sheets beneath them…

Alphas come so much and Tony's son wasn't an exception.

Tony can feel his son's knot again. The initial knotting happened so quickly and Peter had settled deep in his body when it happened.

Being fucked like this… Even while the knot's too small, he can feel it. It pops in and out, pushing and pulling against his hole and it's a sensation unlike any other.

Tony feels every tug as it grows and grows. He relishes the sensation, knows when his son is ready by the way the thrusts shorten… It's Peter using his freshly fucked hole… Using Tony's body to stimulate the knot so he can come again.

Unrefined and unused to sex, Peter doesn't realize that he's let the knot grows too big until he tries to push in and it's– It's too big.

Tony wouldn't let any other alpha do this, but it's his son and he wants Peter to just enjoy it. H wee can handle a bit of pain, he tells himself.

"D-do it," Tony groans and has a second to brace himself when Peter complies. He pulls back so that the very tip is settled against his opening then he shoves in with a snap of his hips.

Peter grunts while Tony whines, the knot being forcefully shoved in. Another load is deposited and he feels the way Peter spurts inside him, that thick alpha cock pumping away load after load… Trying it's best to fill him up so he gets knocked up.

Tony lays there flat on his stomach, his son pressing him down as Peter purrs, content and satisfied after coming inside twice.

The rut is in no way over but there's some downtime.

Tony grunts as he tries to nudge Peter onto his side. His boy is affectionate and acts touch starved like he can't get enough. He runs his hands over the omega's sweat damp body.

"Can we do it again…?" Peter asks, kissing the back of Tony's neck. His knot is probably ten minutes away from softening and he already wants to fuck his omega mommy.

"As many times as you want, kiddo," Tony says despite wondering if he'll survive his son's rut. "Do you wanna try my ass…? You might like it better."

Peter goes quiet for a moment but Tony doesn't notice. He's too caught up in the afterglow, relaxing in his son's arms as he considers taking the next few days off.

He shivers when Peter's fingers slip between his legs. It's a curious touch, exploring Tony's body in a way he's never had a chance to.

Tony remembers being that young and curious so he lays there, humming whenever a particular touch feels good. Peter's hands on him are almost reverent and it's so feather light when he skims over his omega cock.

Those same fingers skip south, so hesitant, as though Tony would scold him at any moment. They grow a bit more confident when he doesn't, but to Tony's surprise, Peter just rubs around the swollen flesh where his knot is locked.

"Wanna keep doing it here…" Peter murmurs, "If I can… If mama lets me… Wanna keep doing it here…"

Maybe it's not all talk, Tony thinks when Peter mouths against his neck. Tony tilts his head, sighing in pleasure when the alpha runs his tongue over the sensitive skin there.

His natural inclination is to tease the boy with his new obsession but instead, Tony trembles in excitement. He presses his hand over his alpha son's curious fingers.

"Okay, baby," Tony permits, "Mama will let you do it."

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He should've remembered that his son was very much like him. If he had, Tony may have thought twice about giving Peter free reign over his body.

Paired with a newly presented alpha's determination to breed, Tony finds himself in quite a predicament.

He's not as young as he used to be and he realizes this when Peter shows himself to be quite insatiable. Peter doesn't even bat an eye after going three rounds.

It helps that those rounds are short. The kid has a crazy amount of stamina in the sense that he can keep going and going and going… But he doesn't last very long during those times. At least, not yet. Peter has plenty of time to build up his experience and by the fifth time, the sensitivity had dulled so he lasts a bit longer.

The rut is harsh and demanding. Tony feels every thrust, every desperate attempt to knock him up. The amount of seed that Peter spills inside him in obscene and so much of it spills from Tony's leaking hole when the knot softens and his son pulls out.

No matter how much is wasted against the sheets, Tony knows there's more than enough left inside him. He wonders if it'll kickstart his own cycle but the thought is a fleeting one. Peter consumes all his time and attention.

It's a fuck fest. A marathon. A full blown alpha rut. And rutting alphas only have one thing on their mind. Fucking and breeding an omega.

Lucky Tony, he's the one who volunteered and gave permission. He loves his son, how could he not?

Tony doesn't regret it, not even when he feels like he's full to bursting. He marvels at the noticeable bulge Peter's come has given him, but this… Letting Peter run wild, it isn't sustainable. Tony would become an incoherent mess, fucked out and his son would probably still rut him, still keep fucking him until the urges were sated.

The omega switches tactics.

In the shower, he redirects the alpha cock to his ass instead of his sore pussy. Peter whines at the change, wanting another chance at his pussy but Tony is firm.

The thought is forgotten either way when he feels Tony's insides grip his relentless cock. It's a different kind of heat, but it's still Tony, still his mama gripping him tightly. He hammers in with stuttering breaths and gasps that echo in the shower stall.

Peter takes control. He pushes his omega mama against the slick shower tiles and fucks his ass with rough jerks of his hips. To his rut crazed mind, a hole is a hole and he's already dumped several loads in his omega's pussy. He could enjoy this for now...

The newly presented alpha finds he's as enamored with Tony's ass as he is with his pussy. The water washes away what they've done but It doesn't lessen Peter's urge to breed his own omega parent.

Unsurprisingly, the next attempt is shortly after.

One moment, Tony's reaching for something in the bathroom cabinet, the next, he's bent over the counter. His son grips his hips and a nice thick cock slides inside him. By now it's familiar and even though it aches, Tony grips the counter. His back arches into an enticing curve and it shakes with every harsh thrust.

All efforts at cleanliness are ruined when Peter comes inside him again. His fist is wrapped around his knot, preventing it from slipping in and at the last second, he pulls out. Warmth spurts of semen spill over Tony's ass and his lower back and even the omega feels his face grow warm at the claim.

The next two days pass in a blur.

Tony's meetings are canceled and Peter's first rut absence is accepted by his teacher.

His instincts run wild and Tony indulges him, taking the role of a mate and letting the alpha sate his urges in any of his holes.

And when the rut ends…

They're both exhausted and utilize the hot tub to soothe their sore muscles.

What occurred between them doesn't end when Peter's rut finally ebbs away. That's made clear when Tony slips into his son's lap, groaning in part pain and mostly pleasure when Peter's cock stretches him full once more.

They haven't used a condom once during the entirety of Peter's rut. It's not surprising to Tony when weeks later, a pregnancy test proves that he's carrying.

He wasn't even in heat when Peter knocked him up.

Tony takes his son out to dinner and surprises him with the news.

"Pregnant?" Peter's eyes grow wide with disbelief, "but you weren't even in heat, mama…"

Tony pecks him on the cheek.

"That's right, kid," Tony says with a proud smile, "Who knew that my Peter was such a stud? Knocking up his mama out of cycle."

He winks at the abashed alpha but there's a glow that sparks inside his son. Pride. Happiness. A mix of the two.

He touches Tony's flat tummy through the suit.

"I'm going to have a little brother or sister," Peter says in awe.

"A son or daughter," Tony adds. "It is your pup."

"It's my pup…" Peter echos, a bit dazed. "Mama…"

"Maybe you should start calling me Tony," the omega encourages but Peter's lips pucker a bit at the thought.

"You'll always be my mama though," he protests.

It makes Tony smile and he pats his son's hand.

"Aren't I your mate now too?" Tony teased, "Or are you going to leave your poor mom to do all the baby stuff?"

Of course, that brings so many protests and stuttering denials that Tony has to admit he was joking. He soothes his son and tells him, "You'll be a great daddy, Pete."

The alpha is in a daze for the rest of the dinner. There's a goofy but endearing smile on his face and he treats Tony with so much care and gentleness.

Tony makes sure to put an end to that. He's newly pregnant and his libido shoots up. There's no room for gentle, not now, and he convinces Peter of this in the car ride home.

The alpha doesn't need much convincing. Knocking up his omega mommy does things to his head, strokes his alpha ego to new heights and he wants Tony now more than ever. Wants to fuck him again, to remember just exactly how he impregnated his mommy.

Happy is the unfortunate victim as the limo driver but the partition, at least, gives them some privacy.

Tony rides Peter in the car, legs straining as he bounces up and down on that thick, wonderful alpha cock that got him pregnant. His son's cock. Peter holds him steady and one hand rests possessively over the non-existent bump.

Even if there's no physical evidence there yet, they both know there'll be a new Stark in under a year.

Peter begs Tony to let him do it again. He wants to breed his mommy after they have their first child. He doesn't want to stop putting his babies in Tony's tummy and Tony has half a mind to indulge him.

Instead, he kisses Peter oh so sweetly and teases him with a, "We'll see, baby. Maybe if you keep your grades up, hmm?"

Peter maintains a 4.0 GPA in his studies which isn't surprising given the fact that he's a Stark. The incentive was the main driving force though. He has an omega mate and his mama, all in one and while Tony still isn't allowed to touch a pan in the kitchen, he takes care of the alpha's other needs.

The omega's body starts to fill out, becoming softer and readying itself for motherhood. Tony laments at the loss of his trim and fit figure once the suits no longer fit, but every time he looks in the mirror, he's reminded.

He's carrying his son's baby. Inside his belly, there was a tiny bit of Peter and himself.

They talk about it and wonder. Would the baby be a girl or boy? Alpha? Omega? Beta? They didn't care what designation the baby came out with or what was between their legs. The baby was Peter's and Tony's and that's all that mattered.

Instead, they debate about what the baby would have from each parent. Peter's soft brown hair? Or Tony's darker thick hair? Peter's paler skin tone or Tony's Tanner complexion?

Regardless, they both already loved their little peanut.

The weeks pass and people take notice. It's obvious to anyone with a nose, but the betas have put two and two together. They see Tony's tummy start to swell even more and there's something soft and beautiful about Tony like this.

Peter is in love with the changes..

He worships his mama's body with kisses and words of adoration which Tony decides, makes up for the changes.

Every night and morning, he runs his hands all over every inch of his mama's body. He presses his ear to the now noticable baby bump and speaks quietly to their little Peanut.

"I did this…" Peter smiles when he caresses the baby bump.

"Scoundrel," Tony quips, "This isn't how I raised you!" He drops the act and sighs when Peter nuzzles his chest.

His chest has changed, growing softer along with the rest of his body. It's natural and he knew it was coming. It had happened when he was pregnant with Peter.

"How big did you get when you had me?" Peter wonders as he nuzzles against Tony's soft chest.

He tweaks a nipple gently, knowing his mama's been complaining about soreness.

"Not too big," Tony admits, "Maybe a handful? There's a couple of photoshoots I did at the time."

Peter has already seen them. His mama looked breathtaking in them. The photographers had played up the more feminine aspect of omegas, dressing Tony in ballroom gowns and long flowy pieces that showed off his modest chest.

Simply… breathtaking.

He still likes to hear it from Tony. How big they grow is really genetics. Tony himself never grew that large when he was pregnant with Peter.

Tony massages his aching chest, pressing fingertips down lightly around the tissue. He notices Peter's watchful eyes and smiles.

"This isn't my first time," Tony reminds him, "And I've gone into milk before, even before I got pregnant."

That's something Peter hadn't been aware of.

Omegas can produce milk even outside of pregnancy, Peter knows. He just didn't know that Tony has tried it at some point.

"You did?"

"Mhmm," Tony says a bit proudly. "Takes some training but omegas can do it as long as there's someone that wants it."

The comment sticks in Peter's head… His mama making milk for… a boyfriend? An alpha friend? He takes over massaging Tony's chest and the omega lets him, melting against the bed and pillows he's propped upon.

"Would it be okay…" Peter murmurs, "if I…?"

A slow, teasing smile curls the corner of Tony's lips.

"You want a taste, little alpha?" Tony says outright.

Peter blushes but nods. "As long as it doesn't take away from peanut."

Tony waves a hand then features Peter to come closer. "Peanut will be fine. Our bodies adapt if there's a demand for more and…"

There's a twinkle in Tony's eye.

"Maybe you can help me out?" Tony purrs.

The mood shifts and Peter, after becoming intimately aware of his mama's increased libido, grows excited from the tone.

He curls up against Tony's side, one hand still massaging his chest. It goes from clinical to sensual, Peter's fingertips sweeping over sensitive skin.

"Anything, mama," Peter murmurs.

Tony turn Peter's face so he's nuzzling against the soft swell of his chest. "The more stimulation these get, the faster I'll come into milk. Help an O out, will you?"

Peter happily does so. He licks and sucks with his mouth while his hand massages the omega's chest. Tony hisses at the sensation, fingers curling into his son's soft hair.

There isn't any milk that day, but he's sure that it'll come soon.

Sex grows more difficult when Tony's belly grows but they're both determined. More often, they fuck with Tony on his side and Peter against back. It's the perfect position to let Peter touch his belly as he's fucking in and out of Tony's pussy. He still knots, still releases his come inside even though it serves no purpose for now.

Peter takes to his new task with great enthusiasm. He's always been an affection boy but now, he touches Tony freely like it's his right. Like he's Tony's alpha and mate.

His new favorite position is side to side while facing each other. He likes to suck on Tony's nipples, loves feeling Tony's swollen belly press against his body. It's the best feeling in the world and Tony can't deny that he enjoys it greatly, as well.

It's during one specific session that Peter finally gets a taste of his mama.

It's slow and gentle, Peter being more cautious the larger Tony's belly grows. He pushes in and out in a leisurely rhythm, his thick alpha cock already slick with his previous load. His stamina has grown and he's learned so, so much that he's even a bit cocky about it. He knows how to make Tony moan, how to tease the omega. Knows how to make him shiver with just a few words.

Beyond that, he knows what his mama looks like spent and fucked out. He's memorized the curve of his lips when he's gasping, learned every sensitive spot that has Tony clenching the sheets between his fingers.

He sucks in Tony's sensitive nipple, nursing like he once did when he was a small pup. There's a burst of sweetness that spills across his tongue. It surprises him so much that he pulls back, milky drops slipping from his lips.

There's a lingering sweetness in his mouth and it evokes a feeling in him. He was too young to remember nursing from his mama but it's still there, this feeling of safety and love.

Peter licks up the drops and purrs, pressing even closer to take the omega's nipple back into his mouth.

Tony groans when he feels the milk let out, eyes turned into slits while he's watching Peter lick it up. He feels the suction and it brings such sweet pleasure to him, it makes his back arch a bit. His grip tightens in Peter's hair and they continue that way.

Peter's mouth on his nipple, the milk continues to flow steadily with every suck. At the same time, Tony's pussy squeezes around his son's cock, massaging, and begging for another knot.

"Mama…" Peter groans when there's no more left. "It's so sweet… Mama's milk… I want more…"

He then switches to the other nipple, leaning up a bit to get to it.

His mouth latches onto Tony's nipple, eyes slipped closed as he focused on how sweet his Mama's milk his. He almost feels jealous that his little pup would get this for however long.

Tony drifts in a haze of pleasure but his hips hitch needily. Maybe with some training, he could come from just Peter nursing on him, but for now, he wants to get fucked.

"Baby," Tony groans, "C'mon, do it… how I like."

Peter looks up and pull off, leaving the nipple wet from his mouth and peaked in the cool air. The alpha notes the way Tony's eyes are hooded and his mouth is gasping, wanting.

"Love you, mama…" Peter tells him before he starts to hasten his thrusts.

"Love you–Oh!" Tony moans, tossing his head back. "Ah, that's perfect… Perfect…"

A glance down and Peter's eyes rest on Tony's chest, his nipples firm and puffy from the alpha's mouth. A single drop of cloudy milk drips from one nipple and Peter chases it as it slips down Tony's chest. He licks it up with his tongue, running the flat of it up so that he can take it back into his mouth.

Judging by the way the omega moans, Tony approves of it. His fingers curl in Peter's hair again as the alpha fucks him.

Tony floats on a haze of pleasure as Peter fucks him. He can feel the knot– His son has gotten good at holding it back but with his first sample of omega milk, it's like Peter has lost his inhibitions. His hips fuck forward as he sucks and sucks, greedily drinking from Tony.

The knot grows and grows, slipping inside at the very last second. Peter licks up the very last drops while his cock spurts inside his mama.

And like a good boy, he shares the sweetness with Tony, kissing him deeply.

"How was it, baby?" Tony murmurs when they're knotted.

"Mama tastes so sweet," Peter replies, nosing against his neck. "Was it good…?"

Tony kisses the top of his head.

"It was perfect, Pete," Tony tells him. "My perfect little alpha."

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Tony has to buy new clothes.

His belly grows even larger and his chest is bigger than when he was pregnant with Peter.

"F-Fuck–!" Tony grunts while Peter fucks into him from behind.

He had been making something simple for breakfast. His instincts demanded to, feed and do all this domestic shit that Tony never cared for, so he tried pancakes. It should've been easy but Peter had come down and seeing his mama trying to cook for him had really turned him on.

Or maybe it's just an excuse to walk up behind Tony, pull his pants down, and slip right into his wet pussy.

The stove is off now and the pancake mix barely has barely cooked, but it's all ignored anyway. Peter just fucks and fucks, eager and hungry for something other than food.

He, at least has the decency to avoid knotting but then Tony's left with a steady deluge of come dripping down his thighs.

"You're gonna be late for class," Tony pokes Peter when the alpha pulls his pants up. "Late and hungry."

Peter gently turns him and nuzzles against his chest, squeezing them gently.

There's a suggestion in his eyes and Tony sighs, giving in. He leans back against the counter and Peter swoops in, tugging his Mama's shirt off before taking a nipple into his mouth.

"How did I raise such a smart ass," Tony wonders but there's a fondness in his tone.

Such encounters only become even more frequent. Peter ambushes him in the shower, in the tub… He has no shame in showing off his pregnant mama and no shame in asking Tony for milk right after school.

And it's become such a routine that Peter has Tony on his cock shortly after.

"These are you fault," Tony says when he models a new maternity bra.

They've grown a size larger and while it's still no where close to what beta women would have, they've become fairly large for an omega male.

Peter only hums, stepping up and testing the new bra to see how easy feeding would be. It's easy access and they have another round right there in the dressing room. Outsides turn a blind eye to it.

It's the Starks, after all.

Tony finally gives birth the next month. They hadn't asked for the gender, wanting it to be a surprise.

Peanut turns out to be a sweet faced little alpha girl and already, she takes after her mama. She has dark hair and an inquisitive gaze. She has Peter's mischievous nature, however.

Morgan had been hiding her alpha brother who surprised them all when he was delivered with an indignant wail. Soft brown curls and wide eyes, this one was the spitting image of Peter.

Peter had been wide eyed, staring at the two new Starks. His two pups. Their pups, his and his mama's.

"Overachiever," Tony teased him, "Not one, but two pups. What am I gonna do with you, Pete."

"Ah…" Peter chuckled, "My calc teacher told me I aced the final?"

"Of course, you did," Tony laughs, then gently hands over their youngest to Peter's arms.

He kisses Peter's cheek and whispers, "Congrats, alpha. On the exam and becoming a daddy."

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Ep 6 Confessionals | "Feeling Very Aubry In Koh Rong" - Andry

The ghosts on Ghosts' Island were told they had their first vote. Unlike regular voting where they cast a vote for one person to leave, we are doing this list style (aka everyone ranks who they want to save from most to least). The person ranked the highest overall is safe, then the person highest on their list is safe, etc etc until someone is left standing on their own. Advantages can still be played at these spooky councils though so it really still is anyone's game to return!

Both teams were anticipating a merge at any time. Some have even debated throwing challenges in these last couple rounds, potentially seeing it as the last time to target someone / their supposed advantages before merge. Ultimately we did not see any throwing (that the hosts know of) and instead just saw some old fashioned, regular losing from the Gengar team once again.

Destiny's name was instantly thrown again for similar reasons as last time: she has no duo and people felt she was too quiet. Destiny decided to use the Teleportation Sigil she got from Hannah and didn't have to partake in Spirit Council. Since this wasn't announced until everyone was at council, it left them scrambling in the last few seconds to figure out who to vote. The multiple iterations of alliances made it seem like the vote could go any way, especially because Mylo had a 50/50 coin and a vote peek up his sleeve. Unfortunately for him, these advantages weren't enough to save him and he was voted out in our second unanimous vote of the season. Destiny might suddenly be in a better position because of this as she's now the only single with two other duos.

Everyone seems convinced merge is around the corner......... But it could be days if not YEARS until we merge!

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I am really feeling very Aubry in Koh Rong lately because medevacs and potential quits are really messing with my game!! Bryan refuses to speak with me because I told him I was voting him off but then tribal got cancelled because Hannah got evac'd. Lovely. Rose is dealing with some personal stuff right now and has told me she plans to walk from the game soon. I want what's best for her, and if walking is the right move then I respect that. But with that being said, her walking wouldn't be the best thing for my game. Also, Em just got voted out ..... I will never know what happened with Gabe........ rip. We were aligned on our OG team so that's not very fun.... at all. Im trying to build a rapport with Justin but the man has left me on read for a few days. He finally got back to me and I tried to bond with him over being somewhat old TS players. Hopefully we can get something moving forward, but I am cognisant that Bryan has probably told him terrible things about me.

Well, a ghost has been fully voted out. I don't know what the vote totals were, or even if the ghosts know what they were. But it changes my strategy a smidge. RJ is a ghost, and if he gets fully voted out, I no longer accrue any Haunted House trips. So I have essentially the full amount saved. So I'll use one per day, get my Haunt info - maybe buff knowledge on occasion - and just take my time. That way if RJ ever gets voted out for good, I still have a full slew of 10 trips, or near to it. Then if I ever really feel in danger, I can blow them all at once and hopefully get something to help me. And if he doesn't get voted out, I'm still slowly gaining knowlege. Because at this point, having missed a full round of the Haunted House, waiting may be the best option. I don't know how many advantages are out there.

I got bored last night so poked around the haunted house... anyways, I ended up having to take away all of someone's trips and also had the ability to remove 1 point from all 3 of someone's skills. I ended up picking Chris for the trips because he hasn't stepped into the haunted house, so he likely had 10 built up. I was debating going for Destiny, but she doesn't have a duo and thus would have no way to earn trips. I picked Topher for the remove 1 point because I don't really know him, and he's not in the actual game right now! On another note, things for Rose have greatly improved so I think she's staying!! So exciting.

Okay.... here's a thought because I am bored right now at work....if there's another team challenge I think I want to throw it so Bryan can be voted off, or he could use the SWOP that Coulee had if she transferred it to him, and we could vote off Justin. Both of those people certainly don't give me good vibes, so I don't want to see either make it fair into the game TBH. But I would like Bryan to go sooner than later.

WHAT A TERRIBLE WORLD WE LIVE IN!!! Last round, it was finally time for Allison and I to choose a side between Chris/Captain/Destiny and Em/Mylo. Em is clearly the weak link of the team so.....we voted her out and then did damage control with Mylo. It was fairly easy to get Mylo back, he had a feeling she might be in trouble... But he DID say "are we still planning to make merge together?" and I said yes....which makes the fact that we lost again so FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!?!?!?!? So now its like.... Captain doesn't wanna vote Chris obviously, but I love Mylo and Destiny both and so choosing between them is impossible. I don't know. I feel like Mylo would easily be 5-1. I think Chris and Captain would prefer Mylo. We made a group of Allison/me/Chris/Captain so now its like.....ok. The pickins are just so SLIM, I love everyone, even Chris. Admittedly Mylo has put in the least effort socially and physically, but I do really have a soft spot for him and I'm not sure what to do. I don't have any options left on these team. Just send me out instead I'll go fight the ghosts.... I do think it'll end up being Mylo, as much as that sucks. I just don't see Chris/Captain/Destiny deciding any other way, unless they did me or Allison, which I guess could also happen. There has gotta be a merge after this though...hopefully. If we vote Mylo and we lose again, we are putting all our faith in Chris/Captain to side with us over Destiny. That's the danger of the Mylo vote, it takes Allison and I out of the middle after three rounds of being the swing vote... But if we said screw it and sided with Mylo, we would still be up agianst a 3-3 vote unless it got split or the others agreed. I just wish there was an easy way out of this but there isn't. As a side note.... WHOEVER HURT ME IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE??? UR DAYS ARE NUMBERED MARK MY WORDS.

So far, the adjustment period for this tribe has been wonderful! I mean I felt good with everyone and I was praying we would be able to actually avoid council after EM left. From there, I talked with Mylo and he wanted to be in a Final 3 with me and Captain and so after that, I had a preference for Owen/Allison to leave. Although Captain had concerns on having enemies going into merge since we are a minority as is (Destiny is the only other og Dreepy left). Destiny also revealed she has a power from Hannah and I feel like that could be used to help us later down the road. Unfortunately, Destiny wants Mylo out after he voted for her last council and if that didn't seal his fate, Owen/Allison making an alliance with us did. So now my plan is to basically tell Mylo let's try to avoid a tie at all costs. Once we reveal the others are on him, we simply ask him if he has any advantages. Should he not say anything, we'll have no choice but to vote him and go into the next round 5 people strong instead of like 3 or 4. We do sorta have to think about the merge and what not because right now, I can name about 3 people on that other team who will want me out unless I do some major damage control so that is my next step. With this in mind, I don't want to add to my list of potential enemies in the game so I need this council to be as clean as possible, I just hate the thought of kicking Mylo to the curb :(

Shane and I are down to two names, rooms, and times left... we are so close to getting that extra advantage... oh how badly we're gonna need that come merge.

I am really excited how this round went. I think that I'm continuing to put myself in a middling position come merge. I have shown that I'm good at challenges but not amazing, I haven't made too many waves and have made some strong bonds from both teams I've been a part of. I don't think me/Shane's duo will be the first one to gain a lot of attention if we're merging in the next round or two, so that makes me feel much more comfortable, but at the same time, you can never feel 100% certain of your safety. There's still a lot more work to do here.

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Last minute conf woo This vote was a mess, i'm playing every side, I might play two advantages this council (lol) and I'm either being blindsided or I'm in a fantastic position. Wish me luck LOL

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theeverlastingshade · 4 years

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The Suburbs- Arcade Fire: 10th Anniversary

Within today’s music landscape it seems unthinkable that an outsider indie band could have achieved the sort of success that Arcade Fire achieved with their third LP, The Suburbs, a decade ago. TS sounds like a culmination of that particular strain of bombastic, orchestral indie rock that Arcade Fire helped popularize alongside the likes of Broken Social Scene and The Decemberists in the early aughts. Indie bands of that ilk existed alongside the margins of what was happening in popular culture until the rapturous reception of Arcade Fire’s debut LP, Funeral, catapulted them into the upper echelons of indie royalty. Arcade Fire were never shy about their ambitions, and positioned themselves as if they were a stadium act right from their first shows. That ambition still hasn't waned, for better or worse, but if their classic debut, Funeral, and the band’s great second LP, Neon Bible, are the urgent ruminations of wide-eyed, pre-maturely world-weary twenty-somethings, than TS is the more multi-faceted, mature record about facing the realities of adulthood. Although TS falls short of the consistency and cohesiveness of Funeral, it’s the second strongest record that the band have released to date, and it’s their last great record. The fact that Arcade Fire have yet to follow it up with another great record only seems to echo its place, alongside other 2010 touchstones like Halcyon Digest and The Monitor, as one of the last classic records of its kind.

After NB, it was hard to say exactly where Arcade Fire were going to go next. Any attempt to simply double down on the anthemic Neutral Milk Hotel/Bright Eyes meets Springsteen formula likely wouldn’t have done them many favors, so instead of going bigger, they got bolder. The band were already known for elaborate baroque arrangements in their music, but on TS these sound less like tasteful embellishments than the focal points of the songs themselves. Songs like “Empty Room” and “Deep Blue” have stunning string and piano arrangements far more impressive in their melodic and rhythmic interplay than anything the band had ever done prior. The songs here are more downtempo, relaxed, and display a wider palette of tonal and emotional frequencies with respect to their first two records. There’s also a stronger willingness to experiment that was much welcomed after the fairly tight uniformity of their first two. So while infectious rippers like “Month of May” and “Empty Room” are largely in the minority here, they do a nice job of evening out the pacing and providing ideal transitions after some of the record’s slower cuts. There are more missteps on TS than on Funeral, but the risks more often than not pay off, and it showcases a wider, more versatile side of the band without compromising any of their strengths. The tone of the record perfectly reflects the transition into the steady thrum of middle-age after the storm of young adulthood has subsided, and the lingering disquiet of uncertainty and fatigue has begun to set in.

Arcade Fire will likely always be a band incapable of not wearing their hearts on their sleeves, and so while they can often slip into heavy-handedness, there’s absolutely no denying their conviction throughout the course of TS. The chorus of the title track couldn’t possibly lay out their intentions any clearer “I can’t believe it/I’m moving past the feeling”. Whether Win is singing about war stripping people of their humanity on “City With No Children” or pondering the simplicity of life before technology stripped everyday things that we take for granted of their agency “We Used to Wait”, the themes of nostalgia, perseverance, and the loss of innocence define the album as a whole. Although earnestness has generally been one of Arcade Fire’s most notable assets, subtly has never been, and Win’s tendency to drop some clumsy lines still gets the better of him from time to time (“The business men keep drinking my blood/Like the kids in art school said they would”, “Like a patient on a table/I wanna walk again, gonna move through that pain”) even as the music around him consistently swells with stirring arrangements and lush production. Aside from a few missteps, Win and Regine both deliver some of their sharpest writing to date, particularly in Win’s case on “Suburban War” a creeping jangle/chamber pop ode to an old friend of his that he’s lost touch with “And while we sleep/We know the streets get rearranged/With my old friends/It was so different then/Before your war/Against the suburbs began” and in Regine’s case on “Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)”, an epic about the unrelenting march of capitalism “Living in the sprawl/Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains/And there’s no end in sight/I need the darkness; would you please cut the lights?”. On TS Arcade Fire managed to transcend their occasionally awkward songwriting through simplicity, and their belief in the power of the collective.

While TS rarely reaches the highs of Funeral, the best songs here are handedly among the best that Arcade Fire have ever written, and it’s without question their most varied, and diverse set of songs. The album is broken up into two halves, with the first half spanning the intro title track through “Half Light II”, and everything else up through the refrain outro of the title track closing things out. The one-two punch of “The Suburbs” and “Ready to Start” provide an ideal jolt of chiming keys, booming percussion, soaring strings, and Win’s queasy-yelp high in the mix as the disillusionment begins to settle in. These two set the tone for the proceedings and establish the kind of strong early momentum that Arcade Fire records can be counted on for. “City With No Children” and “Rococo” coast along funky basslines that foretell their future forays into disco and synth-pop, while “Half Light II” and “Sprawl II” luxuriate in cathartic, orchestral-fueled peaks coupled with some tasteful electronic embellishments and sublime harmonies courtesy of Regine Chassagne. Those last two songs showcase the mode that Arcade Fire have always excelled most at, one and neither the newfound sonic complexity, nor the heightened lyrical maturity displayed throughout this record has changed that. But everything else they attempt here is genuinely thrilling (even if they don’t necessarily succeed), whether it’s the baroque pop shuffle of “Rococo” or the rollicking garage swing of “Month of May”, or the bar band piano-waltz of “We Used to Wait”. TS is without question the single best distillation of everything that Arcade Fire can do as a band.

Although TS initially scanned like the cresting of a particular wave of indie rock finally penetrating the larger popular culture, the aftermath of its release was nowhere near any kind of oversaturation of indie rock quite like what was the case with the grunge explosion in the wake of Nirvana. The following years saw the industry begin to shift towards an emphasis on electronic music, hip-hop, and r&b, and Arcade Fire remained one of the few bands among their peers that ever managed to tour stadiums. Given how diffuse media is it’s impossible to imagine another band having the kind of initial success that Arcade Fire achieved through the strength of the reviews of their debut ever again without being an industry plant. It took Arcade Fire three years to follow up TS with Reflektor, and whether by creative stasis, or astute reading/being savvy opportunists they returned abandoning any pretense of the arty chamber rock of their first three records in favor of a foray into dance music. The growing pains were blatant, and they haven’t really subsided in the years since, but their artistic progression remains remarkably indicative of where the music zeitgeist has shifted throughout their career, for better or worse. Throughout their first three LPs Arcade Fire challenged the zeitgeist to meet them where they were at. Everything that they’ve released since TS has found this dynamic functioning in reverse, and the quality of their output has reflected the shift. TS is the sound of a band in full command of their craft beginning to strain against an industry no longer willing to invest resources to discover bands like them.

After TS Arcade Fire released the art rock/dance hybrid LP, Reflektor, in late 2013, and the spectacular synth pop dumpster fire LP, Everything Now, in mid 2017. While both of these albums have their moments (more so Reflektor than EN) they both present an immensely talented band straining against their strengths as they watched the zeitgeist pass them by, flailing for a way to move forward without simply going through the motions. As long as they’re active, Arcade Fire will likely remain an engaging live band full of dynamic performers capable of compounding the potency of their grand compositions several times over, even if they’re no longer able to record music that captures a fraction of that spark. But for a brief moment in 2010 it really did seem like Arcade Fire were going to take over the world through ambition for ambitions sake in a way that sort of reminds me of indie acts today who just can’t miss, and continue to get better as they become more immediate ( Alex G, Big Thief, Perfume Genius, etc). Although Arcade Fire’s best days are almost certainly behind them, their first three records still hold up remarkably well as some of the most vital indie rock of the last decade and a half. The shadow that TS casts over the contemporary music landscape is large despite the fact that it sounds like a relic from another era, primarily because of what it signifies. Trends disappear and re-emerge like clockwork, but the strive to break, and remain relevant, remains eternal.

Essentials: “Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)”, “Half Light II (No Celebration)”, “Empty Room”

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