#i'm still impregnating peter

[sharonisthebettercarter]

GIVE US PETUSSY OR GIVE US DEATH!

I LOVE YOU I--.

PETUSSY IT IS<3<3<3 ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[pluckyredhead]

Character Profile: Koryak

And so we come to the last (but never least, not in my heart) Lost Titans profile: Koryak! My terrible, damp boy.

Look at him pout! How I love him.

Koryak debuted in the 1994 Aquaman series. (Note: I'm not sure what his last name is - his mother's is never mentioned, and even though I sometimes tag him as "Koryak Curry," I don't think he would use Arthur's last name, especially since even Arthur didn't use that name very much at the time.)

As I've mentioned before, Arthur has had a lot of different origins, but in the post-Crisis era, which the only era Koryak appeared in, Arthur's mother was the queen of Atlantis, and his father was Atlan, an ancient Atlantean sorcerer who impregnated her in a dream. Arthur was abandoned at birth because of the infidelity/his blond hair, was raised by dolphins (yes), and briefly lived with a human man named Arthur Curry who taught him English and gave him a human name to borrow.

Then Arthur - still a teenager at this point - went to Alaska, where he immediately rescued a teenage girl named Kako from a polar bear. Kako and her family took Arthur in in gratitude, and he and Kako fell in love. (Kako's family is sometimes said to be Inuit, sometimes Inupiat.)

Anyway, Arthur and Kako lose their virginities to each other. IN THE SNOW, FOR SOME REASON:

This is such an infuriating racist, sexist trope (the WOC with the broken English throws herself at the white hero, logic be damned - why isn't she wearing anything under her coat??? - but of course she will never be his wife, or anything more than a footnote in his story).

Immediately after this, tragedy strikes Kako's family, Arthur is blamed (it's not his fault), and he's thrown out. He returns to the ocean, and eventually goes on to become Aquaman, king of Atlantis, etc.

Years later, he returns to Alaska for plot reasons not worth going into, and that's when he meets Koryak, THE MOST NINETIES BOY OF ALL:

The shirtlessness, the swords, the hair! Truly a man of his era. (Boy? I always assumed he was about 18 here, but a Secret Files issue claims he was 16.)

Koryak is not Arthur's biggest fan, but after Kako turns into a fire elemental because this is the DCU and these things happen, Koryak decides to go to Atlantis with Arthur. Or, well, technically the city was called Poseidonis at the time, which will be important later.

Anyway, the Poseidonians are a little wary of a stranger at first, until Koryak saves a child's life and suddenly they love him. Koryak, who didn't really fit in in Alaska, is basking under the attention, but it doesn't go over well with the current king, Thesily (Arthur had stepped down a while back for Reasons), who is wildly jealous of Arthur, and fears Arthur is looking to take his throne back and now comes complete with heir.

So Thesily leads Koryak into a side room and tries to stab him to death. Luckily, a sudden earthquake causes a pillar to topple over and trap Thesily. Koryak gloats and leaves him to die. What a brat! I adore him!

The earthquakes aren't stopping, and the people of Poseidonis want to flee. Arthur tells them not to because a prophecy said they should stay, but Koryak leads the Poseidonians out of the city and to their sister city, Tritonis, which is where the merpeople live. There, the Poseidonians immediately proceed to be huge assholes to the Tritonians, using up their resources and being racist to them. (Introducing Koryak, an indigenous man and literally the only character of color underwater at this point in time, and having him lead a bunch of racist colonizers was...maybe not Peter David's best choice.)

Anyway, Koryak decides to open up some forbidden tunnels because he feels like it, and they turn out to be forbidden because they were imprisoning Kordax, Arthur and Koryak's evil immortal blond lizard man ancestor. Naturally.

Arthur rolls up with his crew (his girlfriend, his dad, and Garth) and Koryak and Garth throw down. It doesn't go well for Koryak:

I LAUGH EVERY TIME.

Anyway, Arthur's side wins, Kordax is killed, the Tritonians are freed, and Arthur decides that to make it up to them, the Poseidonians are going to serve them as slaves indefinitely. That...seems like compounding human rights violations on top of human rights violations, but okay. Anyway Koryak volunteers to stay and serve the Tritonians as well, because he feels guilty about what he's done.

...for a little while. Then he gets bored and decides they should leave. The king of Tritonis is like "Says who?" and Garth shows up out of nowhere and is like "Says me" and the king's like "Oh shit, okay" and lets them go, leaving Koryak both grateful and resentful towards Garth. I am eating this up with a SPOON btw.

Koryak returns to Tritonis, where he immediately falls back into old habits of resenting his father. Vulko, an advisor of Arthur's who is currently mad at him, sees this and decides to use it as an opportunity to overthrow Arthur:

(The scar across his nose is from Kordax. Later artists forgot it and I wish they hadn't.)

Vulko and Koryak plot for like...a really long time without anything coming of it. Arthur knows perfectly well that it's happening but doesn't do anything about it, even though he could put a stop to it by simply, like...showing Koryak five minutes of positive attention, ever, in his life. Because it's really, really obvious that Koryak just needs positive reinforcement, and would be fully Team Arthur if Arthur would just give him a reason - at one point when Arthur briefly dies (he gets better), Koryak is willing to die to try to avenge him and save Garth and Dolphin from torture. He's not all bad! He's just drawn that way!

Anyway, Arthur comes back to life and Poseidonis decides to make him king again. Just as he's about to be crowned, GARTH tries to overthrow him and steal the throne - but that's just because Garth has been holding Arthur's magic trident and was possessed by him. Arthur overpowers him, and then tells him that he's not mad and in fact, he's proud of Garth for holding out as long as he did.

Then Koryak tries his hand:

And like...yes, Garth only tried to steal the throne because he was possessed and Koryak did it willingly, but Koryak also tried to help Arthur when Garth went rogue. Again, it is so, so clear that Koryak's loyalty was Arthur's for the asking, but Arthur never asked. Instead, he praised Garth for trying to overthrow him and then told Koryak to his face how much he sucked.

Arthur is at least merciful enough to commute the normal sentence for treason from death to banishment, and Koryak is kicked out of Atlantis. Arthur then literally never thinks about him for the next SEVEN YEARS. (Okay, Koryak shows up very briefly for three issues in 1999 and Arthur thinks about him while he's looking directly at him, and then forgets he exists again. But then, Arthur also repeatedly forgets about his own wife. Arthur is terrible.)

Anyway, seven years later, Arthur has also been banished from Atlantis, and is now living in Sub Diego, which is what happens when half of San Diego inexplicably falls into the ocean and a small percentage of the traumatized people discover they can breathe underwater. Koryak, meanwhile, has returned to Atlantis to fight with Garth some more:

Love this for them!

Koryak, btw, is arguing that the survivors of Sub Diego should be allowed to move to Atlantis, and Garth's like "Uhhh they wouldn't fit in" and Koryak's like "Wow, racist." Ahem. In general, Koryak during this period is a lot calmer and more mature than he used to be, and also a lot more willing to forgive Arthur for All the Bullshit:

Also, there's a joke that implies Koryak might be queer?

Literally that's the joke here: Koryak is talking about a guy named Malrey (half-shark, half-cop, and no I am not kidding), and Lorena, who has a crush on Koryak, is clocking that she may not have a chance. I don't know if this was just a throwaway gay joke, which happened all the time in 2005, or if it was going somewhere, but we'll never know. (For the record, even though Garth says Koryak has a crush on Lorena, that doesn't appear to be true, especially since Lorena is underage and Koryak is definitely an adult by now. I don't think we should take Garth's line there as anything but dismissive of Koryak's outreach to the Sub Diegoans. Also, back in the 90s, Koryak definitely had a crush on a minor character called Deep Blue, a.k.a. Debbie Perkins, but that never went anywhere, which is good because SHE WAS ARTHUR'S HALF-SISTER. (She and Arthur made out a bunch before they knew, because Arthur loves kissing girls his sons have crushes on. YIKES ALL AROUND.) (Also just kidding, Arthur doesn't pay enough attention to any of his kids to know who they have crushes on.))

Anyway. Back to the plot. Mera is very sick because of Evil Magic, and Garth decides to perform a massive spell to save her, and Koryak agrees to help. This spell attracts the attention of the Spectre, who was evil at the time, and he, uh...destroys Atlantis, killing Koryak, Garth, and almost everyone else. Arthur finally acknowledges that he was a shitty dad:

Immediately after this issue, the book's title changed from Aquaman to Aquaman: Sword of Atlantis. The main character is not the Arthur we know, but a new, younger Arthur, Arthur Joseph Curry, who turns out to be a cousin of our Arthur. His mentor is a guy called the Dweller in the Depths, who has a tentacle face like Davey Jones from the Pirates movies. It is eventually revealed that the Dweller is actually Regular Arthur, with traumatic amnesia. Why? Why does he have a tentacle face now? NEVER EXPLAINED.

Anyway, we also meet this guy:

Narwhal's character design is...suggestive, let's say? Also suggestive: Garth has also turned up alive, and like "Narwhal," he now has albinism and partial amnesia. And Narwhal knows the name "Orin," though he can't place it. (It's Arthur's Atlantean name.)

Anyway, Narwhal is sent to kill this "Orin":

Narwhal kills Arthur/Orin/the Dweller, but it doesn't bring him peace, because he still doesn't know who he is - and Orin did, at the last minute. He goes to Atlantis for answers, and Mera confirms it, at least for the reader:

...and that's the last issue of Sword of Atlantis. WOMP WOMP. All of the Aquaman characters disappeared until Blackest Night (when Arthur returned). Koryak never appeared again, and was retconned out with the New 52. Oh well, at least the narwhal tusk spear is pretty dope.

As of Infinite Frontier, the pre-52 universe has been pretty much restored, which should mean that Koryak is back in continuity...but DC is still keeping Arthur's New 52/Rebirth origin intact, which means he did not spend any of his teenage years in Alaska, which means Koryak was never conceived. So things could go either way - any writer who feels like bringing him back could do so easily, but they don't have to.

I call Koryak "my terrible boy" a lot, and he's undeniably pretty obnoxious: immature, bratty, petty, unforgiving, and, uh...awfully on board with murder, let's say? He is also extremely young when we first meet him, and is instantly slammed with trauma: his mother essentially dies, someone tries to murder him, he's physically and mentally violated by Kordax. I'll say again that the slightest bit of positive attention from Arthur probably could have changed his entire life, but he never got it. SO HE'S GONNA GET IT FROM ME INSTEAD.

Anyway, I love Koryak very, very much, and have already written fic about him. And I have another Koryak fic in the works for after The Lost Titans is published. And I will never stop whining at DC to bring him back. If Koryak has one fan (he does), it's me. But maybe now it's you, too?

[kitausuret]

well now I'm on a roll so I'm gonna keep going lol

re: my last post I guess

It is actually pretty fucked up how so many WOC in Spidey comics get just like! Fucked over! Especially when it comes to being love interests! Which isn't like an outlier because love interests are very common in Spider-Man comics -- it comes with the territory of "the best stories in Spidey could be a soap opera plot".

The most egregious example is obviously Sha Shan. Yes, she is a product of her time but let's be real, the White Savior stuff is just cringeworthingly bad. Do I get why she and Flash and their relationship are written the way they are? Do I recognize that in some ways Flash was just trying to repay her for her having saved his life in Vietnam? Yes to both, but there's really no excuse for the way their relationship just imploded in the 80s. Why couldn't they just have a normal breakup. Marvel, please. And of course she's been mostly shelved since then.

Next we have Glory Grant. Does she ever become Peter's love interest? No, but around the time of Inferno she does get into a pretty serious relationship with Eduardo Lobo. It's complicated (he's a mutant/werewolf, also organized crime shenanigans) but she loves him! And she's a huge romantic! She wants to be swept off her feet! Eduardo is dashing and adores her and guess what happens. She accidentally kills him while meaning to shoot Spider-Man.

And then there's her relationship with Randy -- I never understood why they got together tbh. To me it always felt like Mackie just stuck them together because he wanted to do something with Randy post-divorce without actually considering either of their personalities or compatibility. But at least she had a normal relationship I guess.

And after that, nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. How do I know? Because I read every single one of her appearances.

MOVING ON.

We get to Miss Arrow, who was actually Ero, an aspect of The Other. (Don't worry about it.) Anyways, while she was not actually a Human Being, she did take on the appearance of a woman of color, so when it turns out she's been manipulating Flash the whole time she was pursuing him and she's going to forcibly impregnate him? (yeah, really, that was the plot.) Like, oh, okay. I guess here we are. But we can't get any worse, right?

WRONG.

Enter the impeccable and stunning and beautiful and gorgeous and perfect Lily Hollister. (I am very normal about her.) She's introduced as Harry Osborn's latest squeeze. While the narrative initially tries to paint Harry as some kind of playboy (lol. lmao, even) it's clear he's REALLY into her. Or at least he thinks he is. We can dissect the comphet another day. But, lo and behold, it turns out a good chunk of her motivation for sticking around was because she's secretly Malice! AKA a supervillain!

That's the worst it got though, right? WRONG.

Then there was the whole subplot where it's revealed Lily slept with Norman Osborn, she's pregnant with probably-Norman's-child, blah blah blah I don't wanna talk about American Son. There's a bit of a course correction in Origin of the Species but let's not pretend she didn't get royally fucked over by the narrative. And she STILL hasn't recovered. (The whitewashing is terrible in many comics.)

Since then I honestly can't think of any WOC love interests in Spidey that have had any kind of prominence. Even on the symbiote side, we have (checks notes) Manuela Calderon, who hasn't appeared since Conway's Carnage series, even though Vicki Montesi has been around. Flash's latest paramour is Aria, who I love, but she doesn't even have a last name! We don't know anything about her! Yes I want to write half a dozen fics about her anyways but LET'S GET SOME CHARACTERIZATION!!!!!!

So many of these wonderful gals we don't get to know things about them - what are their life goals; their hobbies; their dreams and desires.

Of these, Glory is the best developed, but she's also been around since the 70s. I would argue that the fact that she's not a love interest most of the time has meant she occasionally gets development. But we should be able to have both! Women like Betty, Liz, obviously Mary Jane and Felicia, all get a chance in the spotlight. No, it's not consistent, and yes their stories have issues as well, but at least they have stories. We get to see them in love and heartbreak, often in great detail!

The Spidey office can and should do better by its ladies of all colors -- and not just relegate them to "sacrifice" or "surprise supervillain"!

[bitchyycapricorn]

i have never seen your blog before, however, i just saw your 'peter parker being impregnated by a gay girl' post, and i haven't laughed this hard about something in a very long time. i'm genuinely crying from laughing so hard - every part of the story is ridiculous and i love it

Welcome to my blog! I’m really glad you were able to stumble upon it, especially with that fic being your introduction to my page. Sadly, all of my other fics are normal and only contain the basic humor. That one was just a special treat for the requester while I was drunk✌️

I did used to have a crack fic Wattpad, it’s different than my username now so I don’t actually remember it or know if it’s still standing since I abandoned it years ago. Definitely miss writing crack fics, maybe I’ll write a few more if they’re requested. Just really glad I could make some people laugh <3

[boobachu]

Not it, but damn I remember that episode

I watched Dilbert and don't remember this and Dilbert has like 11 episodes so I dunno how I missed it.

The joker got pregnant LOL tho I guess it's comic books like Venom once had dubious concentual sex with his ex-wife literally over the phone and then fought Carnage literally on the internet.

Still not as strange as Spider-verse where that universe's Peter Parker impregnates his Uncle Ben.

Just... if you want to read Spider-verse AVOID the Edge of Spider-verse comics

Edge of Spider-geddon is fine no horror stories with ... is it implied rape if he laid his eggs in the guy? AUnno just don't fucking read the damn edge of spider-verse comics like that's literally the only bad one but you want to avoid that comic at all costs it's so bad. Like I'm still scared it's just he got Uncle Ben pregnant you can't be right after seeing those comic panels.

mpreg isnt even a new idea. black doom did it back in 2005

[e-munson666]

More Than Mean 7

++Peter/Henry/001 × F!Reader++

(Its been a month and its time to take off your casts, you plan on killing Peter to escape for good, but something unexpected happens)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ NON CON MENTIONED Language, Peter is his own warning. Forced relationship, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome for the reader. A/N: This series is dark. Please only view if you are comfortable. I in no way condone the things written. Fiction is fiction and nothing more.

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Master-List

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Its been a little over 4 weeks since Peter gave you his ultimatum, stay willingly, or chained as his prisoner. You chose to stay willingly, although you are still under his thumb, unable to move around due to your casts. Peter moves you from room to room, keeping a close eye on you ar all times.

Today is the day Peter said he would remove your casts, allowing you to finally be able to walk around on your own. Peter didn't like the idea, he would rather leave you incapacitated so you can't flee, can't fight him. He's had so much fun being able to use you as he pleases, reveling in the soft whimper you'd make when he would approach you, unbuckling his belt.

He had a motive of course, other than his own pleasure. He was determined to impregnate you, knowing his strong genes would yield a powerful child, so he breeds you as often as possible.

"Bunny" Peter said, shaking you slightly to wake you up, "Bunny its time" he continued.

You finally awoke, looking up at him with a deep frown. "Okay Peter" you said shakily. You didn't feel very good today, head spinning, and extremely nauseated.

Peter was halfway through removing the first cast when you suddenly yelled "Stop!"

Peter looked up at you, irritation spread across his face, "What?" He spit, challenging you to continue your disobedience.

"I think I'm gonna throw up" you say much quieter, hands wrapping around your stomach. Peters face softens and he quickly scoops you into his arms to take you to the bathroom. About a second after he set you down you were heaving into the toilet. Peter held your hair and lightly rubbed your back.

"Are you ok Bunny?" Peter asked. He was concerned, the entire time you've been with him you hadn't gotten sick, and watching you're body shake and writhe sent a weird sinking feeling to his heart.

"Water" you manage to get out between gags. Peter quickly rose to his feet and went off to the kitchen, grabbing you some ice cold water from the fridge before returning. You quickly chug the water, greatful eyes staring up at him as you emptied the glass.

"I think I'm done" you say, slumping your body against the wall. You were exhausted, body aching, as Peter stepped over you, turning on the shower. He quickly got to work removing the remainder of your cast, before undressing you both and picking you up.

You stood in the shower as Peter bathed you, wobbly on your feet after weeks of sitting, and weak from being sick, so you rested your head on Peters chest, greatful for him in this moment. Peter hadn't been harsh with you since you chose to be with him.

He was softer to you, attentive, loving even as he'd taken care of you these past weeks. Weeks......you thought to yourself, feeling like something important had gone forgotten. You shrug off the thought as Peter shuts off the tap, and slowly starts drying your body.

"Lets get you something to eat" He says, you nod slowly as he picks you up once more, placing your tired body on the bed. "Can you get yourself dressed Bunny?" Peter asks, hands on your shoulders as he speaks. You nod again and Peter kisses your forehead before leaving the room.

You shuffle over to the closet to find some clothes when you get a seering pain in your lower abdomen. You chalk it up to cramps until it hits you.

You haven't had your period......and you know you should have. You come to the sickening realization of what's happening before you suddenly faint, hitting the floor with a loud thump.

You regain consciousness to find Peter dabbing a cold rag on your forehead, he'd quickly come to you when he heard the loud thud, moving you to the bed before running cold water on the cloth he was gently pressing to your skin.

"Bunny what happened? Are you okay?" Peter asks, concern prominent in his tone. He watched as tears filled your eyes, and streamed quickly down your cheeks. "Bunny?" Peter asked again.

"Peter........I........I think I'm pregnant" you cry out, burying your face in your hands. Your words shock Peter, and for a moment he just stands frozen. "I will get you a test, and we will find out for sure Bun, it will be okay" he assures you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cried. A dark, wide grin spreading across his face. He didn't need the test, he KNEW, he knew you were now carrying his child, and a happiness he'd never felt before began to wash over him.

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A/N: part 8 MIGHT be the last of this series, comment to be tagged! You definitely don't want to miss it

[sharonisthebettercarter]

How about just keep Peter b. Human and no a/b/o style?? Like, nice and simple. Also, I doubt aunt aunt May would know such a thing, Peter most likely overheard the rumor at a bar and decides to see fir himself

grrrhissssgrrrr... okay.

but peter MUSt be the most average humanly human to ever human then, and i still wanna make vampires have super vampy sperms MAYBE they THINK they're sterile but actually aren't ;))))))))))))))))))))))))) because you don't understand i NEED to impregnate dudes i couldn't tell you why i just DO--

i think i got what my main idea for this will be if i write it.

for sure doctor~<3 dracula miguel who is the one treating aunt may, it puts the debt directly on him and he could even insist they not worry about it but aunt may's like 'nah' and peter's like suspicious<3 cause rumors but miguel is a GOOD doctor but also all them rich dickholes throwing their daughters at him and he sees peter and then aunt may is worried so he's like 'aight then' cause y'know if he's gay then these fuckers leave him alone

BUT THEN.

miguel's like 'peter slow your roll' cause he only did it to help them out and also to get the old fucks off his back BUT THEN peter boo finds out his secret~<3 and things take a turn cause peter ain't the only one who knows and then~ let's say the town dickholes are upset about the marriage and decide to limit miguel's meal/supply options~?

welp peter~<3 and things escalate from there~<3<3<3

yeah... yeah, i think that's the one i'm going with cause cute, dramatic, fun, and yes<3

... when i eventually get to it lol<3

[mpregstory]

An idea I had in my head for awhile : Two friends from their football team go out to a corn eating competition and after literally stuffing themselves they get abducted and either impregnated by a mysterious person, mysterious group/ cult or by grey aliens

Football Dads

You slowly regain consciousness. The first thing that comes to your mind is the cold, hard floor you are lying on. You slowly try to find out about your surroundings. Where are you? Why are you here? What happened yesterday. You go through all your memories. Yesterday was the corn eating competition. You realize that you are not alone. In front of you is Peter, your buddy from the football team. Memories come to mind. You were there together and competed against each other. You had won. Of course, because you can still feel this as your stomach is still completely full and super bloated. You stand up and shake his arm.

"Buddy, wake up!" Your friend is also slowly coming to. "What the...What happened? Where…Where are we?" he asks, while slowly getting up.

You have no idea yourself. It's not very dark, but still difficult to judge. It looks like a garage. "I think we're in someone's garage? But who's? We've got to get a-" You stop and see a letter lying on the floor that reads 'Read Me' in large letters. You pick it up and ask Peter: "Do you want to read it?"

"I would have, but I'm still completely full from yesterday, dude," he snorts. "same, dude" you say and open it:

Congratulations! You made it! I'm happy to tell you both that you've successfully participated in the project. Before I let you two out of this room, however, there are still a few details that need to be clarified. These follow:

Don't ask questions. It's not a matter of life or death…at least if you follow the rules. I will provide you with everything you need to continue participating in the project.

Doesn't attract attention. Don't tell anyone about the project out there. It's a secret. Nobody should know about it. We're not holding you captive, but don't forget that we're monitoring you 24/7. Before you worry about whether you really want to do this, I can help you with this decision: You have no choice but to participate.

Pay attention to your needs. The project is about 9 months. After that, you will be completely dismissed with a bonus. I hope for a good cooperation.

You will get a phone with which you can communicate with me to a small extent. However, as already mentioned in the 1, I can't answer any big questions.

Resistance is futile. Don't forget that.

Then this would be it. Enjoy your work!

"Enjoy your work...seriously?" you ask.

You're both completely confused. "Nine months," Peter stutters. Before you both can think further, a loud announcement sounds:

'Welcome to your new Home' and a door right behind Peter opens.

part 2

A person you don't know just has you in their hands. The first few minutes are still completely strange. You are in a large mansion with a garden. However, completely cut off from civilization. No people around, except the two of you. The mansion has two large bedrooms, as you see when you inspect it. A basement with pool and sauna, another pool in the garden and a large children's room with exactly 4 cots. When you see this, your head clicks and you repeat the text: "about nine months…fuck!", and you look at Peter in shock.

"What?"

You stare into space and only say: "Whoever is running this project got us pregnant and if I can interpret that correctly, we should each give birth to 2 twin children in the end of the ninth month…"

You both tried everything over the next few weeks and months to get more information or to check the project for weak points in order to be released, but unfortunately Peter and a little later you gave up hope and played the game. You've spent hours thinking about what the others in your life must be thinking. Two football players suddenly disappear without a trace for nine months? Then, after weeks of desperation, there was a text message that said: Nobody will notice anything. The time is waiting for you. Stay healthy.

In other words, if you got that right, is the person trying to tell you that time stands still while you're here and only moves on once you're released?

You didn't really get the hang of it, but the theory that you two got impregnated was confirmed when your bodies started to change and both of your bellies started to massively expand and bloat. There were only clothes in the mansion that were sorted there from day one. They both fit you at the beginning, but for example the shirts became tighter and tighter until they were totally tight or ripped open when you moved. You were able to sort out the jeans after three months because neither of you then fit in and you were reduced to jogging pants, which you could just pull up to the pelvis and which were very uncomfortable when sitting. Underpants were only comfortable, especially in the heat, when you forget that the genitals of both of you have grown a bit and the underpants resulted in a full bulge. But something else also happened. Something between you and Peter.

You've been with each other all the time since then and even though playing football turned into swimming, you got to know a lot more about each other. Peter is incredibly good at playing the piano and since there was actually one in the Mansion's living room, he was even able to teach you how to play a little. Peter didn't know anything about your cooking skills and you both started to cook large and sophisticated dishes. The groceries for this were always delivered to the garage once a week. Then one evening Peter kissed you in the pool. For the first time you felt something there that you had never felt with anyone else.

part 3

It can't be much longer. Like the days before, you were woken up by Braxton hicks, which not only started with you, but also with Peter. But the night was also unbearable. It was so warm that you decided to sleep naked. You sit up in bed and circle the large pregnancy belly which is pressing on your pelvis. You count to three and get up in one go to waddle to the closet with your legs apart like a duck. You wonder if Peter is awake yet?

You have to clear your head first when you open the closet. The heat pulls all your concentration out of you and you don't even reach for socks but only for underpants which you then slowly and strenuously put on back on the bed. Then you lean back with your arms and try to reduce the stress again.

When you open the room door, you see that Peter's is also open. He must have woken up by now. This is confirmed when you enter the basement and see him rising out of the water.

"The contractions were so strong again this morning that I had to go down into the water," he explained. "Everything OK?"

You lean against the tiled wall and answer: "Yes, contractions… Me too, but I don't think I'm going into the water now. I'm more in the mood for breakfast…"

"Totally! I follow you!"

While you can already see the fridge within reach, Peter, just like you, is busy getting up the stairs, as this has become really challenging over the months. You decide on your favorite breakfast and you both treat yourself to double the amount for once. After that, not only are you completely full and bloated, but you immediately feel a little better. You settle on the couch and watch Peter play one of your favorite songs. Then your thoughts deepen. You two kissed for the first time a few weeks ago. It has stayed that way until now. Once, two days ago, you cuddled a little on the couch, but you can always feel that Peter actually wants more. You don't know if it's the fear or the fact that you're both very pregnant, although that's actually the smaller problem. It's your inexperience. Again you get up and position yourself behind Peter to lean forward to whisper in his ear: "I'm going down to the sauna now. You can come with me."

After a few minutes have passed and your underpants have already soaked with sweat, you get a little closer to each other. So close that our bellies pressed sideways together. Peter has characteristics of a top and that's how he pulls you towards him. He then climbs over you with one leg so that he is sitting on your lap. Of course, that's difficult because our two bumps are in the way, but that doesn't stop him from pressing on me until he stops. "Wait a minute."

You still hold his shoulders until he takes a deep breath. Then you circle his stomach and he says, "God that was just a really awkward and uncomfortable contraction."

He gets off you and you get up while you feel your water breaking and Peter sees all the amniotic fluid running down your legs. "Holy Fuck", you scream. That was just the most unusual feeling you've ever had and you realize that it's actually a very pleasant and beautiful feeling. Peter is still sitting on the sauna bench in shock and asks helpfully: "Did it hurt? Do you feel anything?"

"That felt liberating, but we have to get out of the basement very quickly, otherwise I won't be able to get up here later!"

Peter gives you a helping hand when you climb the stairs, but when he sits you down on the couch and goes into the kitchen to get towels, you see him clenching on the kitchen counter. "No way! Another contraction!" he shouts. As you realize that pushing your bellies on each other most likely triggered the labor, you too begin to go into regular labor. Only alternately but then more and more synchronously. However, your cervix is already opening further and you feel the first contractions to push. Even though Peter's water breaks he still wants to help you until you scream out: "Take care of yourself! I think we give birth at the same time. Everyone takes care of themselves. That's the best way! Fuck!" You feel the first child sink more and more until the lights in your head slowly go out and you faint.

part 4

You slowly regain consciousness. The first thing that comes to your mind is the cold, hard floor you are lying on. You slowly try to find out about your surroundings. Where are you? Where is Peter and what...happened? You go through all your memories. You were in Labor. You gave birth to...twins. You realize that Peter lays in front of you. He also wakes up after you call at him. You both stand up and a loud announcement sounds:

'Congratulations! Both of you have successfully mastered the project and are now free again'

After the loudspeakers go out, the garage door opens for the first time and you both see how time suddenly starts again and the birds in the sky fly again. Both of you can see right away that you are in the neighborhood of the school. So whoever planned all of this also brought you to different places.

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So this story was kinda fun to imagine and writing down. Thank you all for reading my stuff! <3

[peterlorrefanpage]

BIOGRAPHY TIME!

I too had thought that his name change came later, at least after meeting Brecht and Celia Lovsky (though perhaps the latter was more to fit in with my personal headcanon of her knowing him before he was Lorre). Alas, it seems otherwise. Let's see if I can get the timeline correct (and it'll be long so I'm putting it behind the cut):

The biography jumps around a little bit and doesn't always have concrete dates, so to the best of my piecing this together...

Birth'n'Houses

1904: Laszlo born in a primarily Slovak town in Hungary (at the time).

1910: Lowensteins moved to Romania.

1913: Moved to Vienna.

1915: Moved ten miles south of Vienna.

1917: Moved to Valeriestrasse 88 near the Prater (amusement park).

Early Years of School & Work

1915-1917: Middle school.

1918: Got into the second year of a 4-year business program (a very smart lad!).

1921: Final exam.

By this point, Laszlo had acted in one grade school production, and then during his middle school years, his German professor recommended him for a role in a one-act play in a real theatre (playing a quarrelsome defendant). While initially reluctant, this seemed to have given him the acting bug...

...however, Laszlo's father kept urging him to pursue a practical profession.

The Bank and the Barn

By late October 1922, Laszlo was a bank employee with his own lodgings.

But by April 1923, he was listing "also actor" on his residence registration forms.

"László built a stage in a barn. After quickly learning that the inexperienced actors became self-conscious and stiff delivering memorized lines, he suggested an improvisational approach. One of the players would invent a situation and create a character. The others would then define their roles, ad-libbing the dialogue and the action until they exhausted the possibilities of the situation, and then move on to another scene."

Vienna's Scene

We need to back up a bit so we're still in 1922.

Vienna is (at least in certain quarters) the scene of self-expression, bohemianism, literary coffeehouses, psychoanalysis, parody, cabaret, intellectual flights - and Laszlo is in the middle of it and loving the hell out of it.

Laszlo joins a group of "clappers" at the Burgtheater, unpaid, out-of-work actors who stirred up the audience at appropriate moments in exchange for free entry to the theatre and the dream of one day maybe appearing on the stage themselves.

Laszlo meets William Moreno, whose older brother Jacob had founded the "Theater of Spontaneity" in 1922. Jacob was a medical student who treated children "by letting them act extemporaneously," and conducted sessions at military camps and prisons.

Jacob seems to have created psychodrama in 1921, a "science" that explored the therapeutic effects of spontaneous drama.

William is intrigued by Laszlo and his looks and his wild claims ("I've been ejected from my parental home because I impregnated a maid"), and brings him to Jacob.

Jacob invites Laszlo to become a member of the troupe in 1922.

"The psychodramatist counseled his players and patients to 'lift the veil' and make evident what is genuinely there but 'hidden, repressed or denied.' Through nonverbal acting techniques, his actors made their bodies speak explicitly and learned to put the gesture before the word, pairing it with the abstract or unspoken.

"Jacob Moreno clearly recognized László’s talent for 'learning to be in the core of the role, swapping skins with another’s feelings and being.'"

THE NAME CHANGE

I don't have a date for this. This could be 1923 by now. Jacob didn't want to send Laszlo out into the greater theatre world without a suitably professional name. So...

"The psychodramatist borrowed his friend Peter Altenberg’s Christian name, bemusedly recalling the actor’s resemblance to the character of Struwwelpeter, an unruly young man in German children’s literature 'whose hair and nails grew to unreasonable ungroomed lengths.' For a surname, Moreno suggested Lorre, which means 'parrot' in German. (Perhaps a more accurate origin of the word is the common parrot vocalization of the phonetic equivalent of 'lora,' a predictably popular call name.)

"'This name would mean he could keep the same initial as in both his given names,' said [Jacob's wife] Zerka. '"Parrot" seemed the right designation for him. Probably Lorre’s ability at mimicry was the source of the inspiration.'"

Moving on

November 1923: Lorre is fired from his bank job. This seems to be the period - which could well have started earlier - of sleeping on wooden benches and using newspapers as bedding in between handouts from home.

1924-1925: Peter gets an acting job in Breslau, Germany, and performs in tons of roles. Then he goes to Zurich and appears in more than 25 productions over the next nine months.

Sept 1926: Lorre is on the Kammerspiele stage.

February 1927: Lorre had appeared in a play by Franz Theodor Csokor. The director thought Lorre was ready for Berlin.

Winter of 1927-28: Lorre arrives in Berlin.

1928: Lorre goes to the Theater am Schiffbauerdamn in search of Brecht, who casts him in Pioniere in Ingolstadt.

March 30, 1929: Pioniere in Ingolstadt premiere. Celia Lovksy is in the audience. This is the first time she's seen Peter, though he had been aware of her for some time before...

And that's that! Unless I got something wrong. 😉

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Fully indebted to The Lost One: A Life of Peter Lorre, for providing these delectable details. I left a ton out along the way, of course, so I urge everyone to go find the book itself (Amazon has it but other places should as well).

I am so glad others have wondered about this, too.

For @peterlorres21stcentury: I believe there's a quip out there Andrew used to make about having the same face but not getting paid for it!

@angelamontoo: Your tags make me think how I haven't looked to see if the rest of his family changed their last name, besides Andrew!

Idle Musings: Names

I've been sitting on this thought for ages -

I wonder if Peter Lorre ever referred to himself as "Laszlo" in private, or if his loved ones did.

Speaking specifically of actors changing their names, it seems a fair number of them do because someone told them they should - as in Peter's case.

Even assuming the actor's full agreement with the change, I was musing over things like - How long does it take someone to get used to it? Does the person ever truly think of themselves as that name for real, and not just a stage name they put on and take off?

Or maybe it's no more of different than changing one's name through marriage or other forms of partnership. I realize all this can be intensely anecdotal.

In any case, much as I adore the very name "Peter Lorre" because that's how I knew him first, and even one of his brothers changed his name to "Andrew Lorre," it's fun to wonder if Peter was still "Laczy" (pronounced Lazzy) to anyone. And if he answered to it. 😊

[lfcology]

swatches | sirius black

summary: you had loved sirius black for longer than you could remember. through two wizarding wars and a harsh time in azkaban: you were head over heels. what happens when he misunderstood your relationship? everyone lives au lowkey as it should be! 

pairing: Fem!Reader x Sirius (post books so they’re slightly older)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: misunderstandings, mention of pregnancy/getting pregnant

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Two wars. You had survived two wars against the most powerful dark wizard ever and had no inclination to tell your longtime friend you loved him. You'd been head over heels for Sirius Black for the better part of two decades yet opted to keep your feelings to yourself – stating something about the timing not being right. But if not during a war – nay, two wars – when would the time be right? You'd been with other people, trying to get over the raven-haired beauty yet no one ever made you feel anything close to what you did with him.

He'd served years in Azkaban, convicted of some of the most heinous crimes against muggles and the reason behind his best friends death, but you knew he was innocent. Sirius Black was a lot of things but a traitor was not one of them. Now, years later, he was finally free – an innocent man to the world. Once the dark lord was defeated again, and things started to calm down, 12 Grimmauld Place wasn't needed for the order anymore so you insisted on helping Sirius clean it up.

Though you couldn't wash away the painful memories of his childhood, it didn't mean you couldn't try. Harry was old enough to live on his own now but after years apart he and Sirius wanted to catch up on lost time. The first order of business you planned was putting that horrid painting of Mrs. Black in the basement. It took a lot of spells to detach her from the wall but the relief that came across Sirius' face once she was gone was worth it. The two of you worked together tirelessly to bring brightness into the home for the first time since it was built. The Black family tree tapestry was peeled off and replaced with a fresh coat of white paint and a photo wall.

Photos of James, Lily, Marlene and other friends lost over the years lined the wall and memories flooded your senses. There were moments in time captured that reminded you of easier days. Your times at Hogwarts. Your summers at the Potters. You, Sirius and Remus, admired your handy work on the wall. You three had lost so much but the thankfulness you felt to still have each other was beyond you. Sirius wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. Remus excused himself to spend time with Teddy, leaving you and your love alone. "Should we start clearing out some of the rooms?" You suggested despite not wanting to leave Sirius' side just yet.

He hummed in confirmation before (rather reluctantly) letting you go. The house had been empty and cold for years so in an attempt to revive it Harry, Remus, Tonks and baby Teddy were due to move in. You two started with the guest room that would become a nursery for Teddy. Magic made cleaning much easier but being around Sirius meant more time joking around than actually being productive.

"This whole bloody house smells like dirty boxes." He said with a huff and a wave of his hand to open the window.

The two of you sat for longer than you'd like to admit trying to put a crib together the muggle way. Soon you gave up and used magic, much to Sirius' dismay who insisted "it'll just be 5 more minutes". With a wave of your wand, the walls were coloured a soft sage green compared to the drab mud brown it was before. Things were finally coming together.

"Do you wonder what it's like?" Sirius asked as he set a few toys out onto the shelves.

"What what's like?" You asked from your spot at the bookshelf.

"Being a parent." He clarified.

You shrugged and put down your copy of ABCs with Merlin. "I suppose... I kind of assume I won't have kids. I'm too old now."

"Nonsense!" He replied quickly.

You raised your brows and crossed your arms. "I know you're about to mention something about Moony but shall I remind you he didn't carry the child?" You countered.

"You make it sound like you're ancient." He scoffed. "Don't rule it out, darling."

You let out a laugh and returned to your task of sorting the shelves. "It takes two to have a baby and I don't exactly have a lineup of people wanting to impregnate me.”

"I sure hope not." He said incredulously. "Now, what colour should the walls in the master room be?"

You furrowed your brows. What on earth did he mean by I sure hope not? Instead of letting yourself dwell on it later, you decided to outright ask him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He looked perplexed. "What? The colour of the master room?"

"No, no... that you sure hope there isn't people lined up for me?" You said crossing your arms a tad defensively.

Sirius, to put things simply, had a habit of being rude sometimes without realizing it. So, you were expecting a backhanded comment about your looks or a joke about how long you've been single. "Well, wouldn't exactly be the best for my odds." He said with a chuckle. "Now, the room colour." He repeated holding the swatches up.

"To hell with the swatches Sirius! What are you talking about!" You all but yelled at him. Was this a joke? Did he find out you were in love with him and decided to subtly tease you about it? How had he even figured it out? You felt yourself going into overdrive. You were going to kill Moony. He had to be the one to tell him after all!

"The swatch is for your room too so it does matter," Sirius said bewildered.

"What?"

"What?" He repeated making you huff. He could be so frustrating sometimes.

"What do you mean my room?"

"Well, it's gonna be our room." He clarified.

You were surprised if that's what you could call it. Sirius thought you were moving in? And sharing a room with him? What on earth was happening? "Sirius, I'm not living here? I thought it was just you, Harry and Moonys family?"

"What? Why? It's meant to be a family home!" He protested with a pout that reminded you of the ones he wore as a student not getting his way with Professor McGonagall.

"We don't have room for me if Teddy has his own room. He'll need one as he grows up." You explained.

"That makes no sense! We would share a room."

"Why the hell would we share a room? We're adults we can't just be dormmates like we're kids." You said and he gave you a disgruntled look. “We've been sharing beds for 20 years why does it matter now?" He rebutted and crossed his arms.

"Don't you want privacy?" You asked.

"For what? We're dating so I don't see why you're being so weird about this."

Now that shocked you.

"DATING?" You shouted and he chuckled softly as he took a step towards you. "Since bloody when?"

"Well, we've had a weird relationship for 20 years I just assumed? Two wars change people." He said and you gaped at him.

"Bloody hell Sirius." You said rubbing your temples. This was not how you expected to find out your feelings were returned. Was this his loneliness speaking? His trauma?

"I'm sorry if I overstepped in thinking that..." He said rubbing the back of his neck and losing his confidence. He became sheepish under your scrutiny. Maybe it wasn't so outlandish of him to assume that. You two did kiss and cuddle a fair bit more than the average friends. But Sirius had always been fond of physical affection with his friends and you chalked it up to that. You honestly never expected him to feel the same way you did.

"I-" You began before swallowing down in an attempt to collect your thoughts. "-You weren't wrong. I just never really thought you'd feel that way about me."

He scoffed. "I've felt that way since we were in 5th year!"

"That makes no bloody sense! You hooked up with half the damn school but didn't look at me." You scoffed back.

"Because I was trying to hide my feelings like a dumb teenage boy! It killed me seeing you all over Peter so I deflected the only way I knew how." He countered. You rolled your eyes. You and Peter had gone out twice before realizing you were better off as friends.

"You don't get to do this Sirius. You can't just say you've liked me for more than 20 damn years and not made a move." You said pointing your finger at him accusingly.

"Need I remind you I was in prison for half of it. And I just asked what colour you want our room to be." He replied with a huff.

You were silent. He wasn't wrong after all but in your overflow of emotions, you chose to place all the blame on him. "I..." You looked down. "I'm sorry. I just always thought I wasn't your type."

He took a step closer and gently held your shoulders. "It's my fault for not letting you know how utterly in love with you I am."

Hearing those words come out of his mouth shot electricity through your body. It was a euphoric feeling you could definitely get used to feeling all the time. You looked up at him and cupped his cheek softly. For the first time, you realized the way you looked at him was the same way he looked at you: with utter love and devotion. You were so worried about not letting your feelings for him spill that you didn't realize you'd been dating the man of your dreams this whole time. The man you'd longed for but thought was unattainable.

"I love you too..." You said through happy tears. "I have for so long."

"Now darling, what colour for our bedroom?" He said with a perfect smirk and a kiss to your temple.

It took two wars but you and Sirius were creating the silly little family you always dreamed of.

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taglist: @writing-wh0re​

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: Homemade

Length: 8.2k

AO3 Link

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."

----

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."

----

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."

[twicetolivetwicetodie]

Are you familiar with Fringe? Do you think the mirror world will be like that on the Flash, like another Earth with opposites of everyone walking around? I'm sure they're not going to have Barry impregnate mirror Iris like what happened to the main couple of that show, but the level of angst could be the same. Olivia was pissed her double did well convincing Peter that she was her. She had time to study her though. She wasn't a part of her like I think is the case with Iris.

I've only seen a couple episodes of Fringe, but I wasn't aware they did a mirror world arc that's interesting! I think there may be doubles of everyone walking around, it's certainly possible. Iris and Eva seem to be talking in an office of some sort in the promo pictures for 6x13 and we know they're still in the mirror world at that point. And wow that's super messed up, and I don't think the Flash would go that far. I already think it's super messed up that Mirror!Iris is having a relationship with Barry while he's under the impression that she's his wife (while the real Iris is forced to watch some other woman wearing her face be intimate with her husband). So yeah, the angst is about to get really intense on that front

[soul-music-is-life]

1, 4, 8, 14, 19 for your PLL asks (I wanted to just tell you to answer them all because I'm curious)

I appreciate your urge to resist making me take the full “ask” quiz. ;-)

1) Top three characters that should’ve been A?If they were going togo the twin route I’d rather they had stuck to the book and had Ali be a twin.Otherwise, I think Paige would have been interesting because I could not getover how cool it would have been to see her play that dark role (I was fascinatedby the “evil” look she gave in the deleted scene where they had her in thehoodie). Jenna, Melissa, or Jason would have been my third pick.

4) Were you happy with the finale? Why or why not?No. I could write a book on it, but I’ll justsimply say that it was rushed, choppy, and sloppy. I respect the writers, cast, and creators of the show. But I reject the shit out of that finale. If I had watched live from the beginning I would have been pissed as hell.

8) Should Alison be considered one of the Liars?I thought this one over for a while. I think inthe end, yes. I know that’s not a popular opinion, but I tend to go against thegrain a lot. I will say that the magic of the 4 OG’s can’t really be matched.But I think after everything they all went through, both Ali AND Mona should beconsidered liars. They may not have all been through the exact sameexperiences, BUT they all had subsequent traumas directly relating to the A mess. I didn’t view it as they all hadto bond because of going through the exact same horrific things. Because theywere all tortured, just in different ways (Alison was tortured and impregnated against her will, dude). I viewed it as… “damn, all thesegirls went through their fair share of shit and they’re still ride or diehomies, that’s cool.”

14) Favorite breakup scene?I am a Haleb fan and it broke my heart, but whenCaleb broke up with Hanna (for a goddamn spinoff)…that was fantastic acting onboth their parts. Caleb crying in the car gets me every time. Also, I was allfor Veronica dumping Peter’s ho-ass AND Ashley being like “Boy, bye” to Tom.

19. Any fic recommendations?Oh, God. I’m gonna sound like a complete asshole since Iwrite fics…but I don’t actually read fics. Please don’t @ me! I support myfellow indie/fanfic authors wholeheartedly (in fact, if you’re a fanfic author, drop your story in the comments below, go ahead. I give you permission to shamelessly plug away!). I just have a hard time focusing to read most things unless I have a physical copy of it in my hands (also, I’m a total commit-a-phobe, and that goes for stories, too. I see them sitting there and smiling at me, but I freak out at the thought of dedicating my life to seeing it through to the end, cuz like, “AH! Commitment!!”). But goread ALL THE FANFICS! Seriously, just go browse fanfic or AO3 and look at some of the stories. I know that just by the synopses there are amazing fics on there, especially in the PLL realm (I’ve seen snippets here on tumblr, actually). If you just read one particular character/ship, be brave and click on something out of your wheelhouse. Check new things out (AND BE NICE TO THEIR CREATORS!). One of these days I will sit down and not get distracted by a shiny object. And I will read fanfics until I drop dead.

[kittyboones]

Why hello there midgardians! I am Thor, son of Odin! And friend of Sage, the friendly small cat child!

Sage asked me to take care of their beloved 'weblog', so I shall take it upon my duty to answer all questions you all might have and take care of this 'weblog'! So if any of you anything you want an answer to, just send an.. Ask, I believe Sage and Peter said it was called?

But, if you have some free time, I would love to share a story about me and Sage! I am going to keep it as short and simple as possible!

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So this happened about last week, when I took Sage to visit Asgard, as they had begged me to let them come with to Asgard after a large battle we both fought in, against a God named Ymir that had attacked Earth.

Considering how small the child is and how little damage they can do unless they get their claws out, I had decided that they were harmless and could join me to Asgard.

So when we headed to the palace, where my family would be, we got greeted by a Asgardian that was named Rind. She had claimed that she knew Sage but didn't mention from where. Rind was soon off to meet someone and I and Sage discussed what Rind had said. Sage told me that they had never seen her so we both just shrugged it off and acted like it didn't happen.

I had planned to talk to my father to ask about Rind and if he knew about her. So, when I had left to go to speak with father, I had decided to leave Sage in the garden. Then I headed off to where my father should be and we spoke for about an hour. He had confirmed that he was drunk and accidentally had gotten Rind pregnant about a decade ago, but never told anyone in fear of my mother, me or Loki finding out. I figured that I could go and tell Sage about it and possibly talk a bit more with Rind.

I had asked around Asgard for Rind and I finally found her hidden upon a small room, making some kind of drink. I had asked to come in and speak to her about Sage. She let me in and answered most of my questions.

My final question was how she knew Sage and she had told me that she had seen a future picture of what her child would look like. Upon looking at the picture, it had looked exactly like Sage. She had painted a small painting of the picture and I quickly realized that it was Sage that she had seen.

I had decided to ask her if she had possibly been together with my father and she had told me that he had been drunk and had impregnated her. I asked how long it was and she answered that it was a decade ago, about 14, which would be the same time Sage was born.

Soon, I left to find Sage and tell them what I had learnt. I still remember that big grin on Sage's face and the exact words that they spoke. «Does this mean that we are like, siblings?»

When we had come back to Midgard, Sage had begged me to stay for a few days at the Stark Tower with them so we could do 'Sibling activities' and to check if they could hold Mjolnir, which we ended up finding out that they didn't.

I don't believe I've seen Sage any happier than that, so I am actually am planning to bring them back when they want to see their mother and our father again.

I am quite sorry if it took me a while to publish this text for you all to read, I'm still new to this Tumbler thing! I would ask Peter or Sage for some help, but they're sleeping and I do not want to interrupt their cuddle session.

[sharonisthebettercarter]

How about a Dracula!Miguel X Villager!Peter au? Peter's aunt May is gravely ill and the only way for Peter to get the money she needs for her medical bills is to agree to become the vampire lord's thrall and resident blood bag (or in this case bride).

YES~!! YESSSSSSS~<3<3<3!!

you shot this up WRITE~<3 up my alley and i LOOOOOOOVE this and i'm postin' it now cause HAPPY HALLOW'S EVE~<3! yes fuck THANK YOU<3 (i queued the others with some other stuffs~<3 you'll see them soon enough lol)

i love this.

absofuckinglutely~<3 especially, ESPECIALLY.

if miguel is that same kinda means well horribly constipated bastard who like legit wants to help but social ineptitude~<3 especially bein' a vampire.

or

he expects peter to be *terrified* and peter's just... he's just not. and an absolute shit that handles every fuckin' thing like a goddamn PRO, or is even getting on the vampire's nerves and eating a TON of garlic to try and get the vampire to dump him because he's such a terrible bride.

maybe BOTH~<3! ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

MAYBE~<3 aunt may's the REAL mastermind who know's dracula miguel's actual nature and talked to him first asking him to take care of her crackhead boi peter who she expects will not survive without her.

hell, miguel could even be the doctor treating her and peter could be suspicious of him, maybe he's just supposed to 'marry the handsome 'doctor' to pay them debts<3' as hwas the old hways~<3 miguel could be keeping his vampiness a secret~ that peter is on the verge of discoverin' while miguel only really accepted because of a cultural thingy~ (other villagers expecting him not to treat aunt may/being salty if he does without the money/being buttheads about it/rich white dickholes throwing their aristocrat daughters at him CONSTANTLY and peter~ is his easy escape from that bullshit<3)

lmao, this could go so dark and i just went full crackhead on it i'm sorry but i'm also not cause leik THE OPPORTUNITY~<3!!

could still def have dark elements for sure~<3 but i love the kinda crack that comes with peter boo and the spoodermans~<3

let's talk about vampirism tho~<3 one trope i love~<3 is the *sensations* that can come from *feedings* tho<3 they can be painful... or~<3<3<3 ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

maybe that's something peter didn't *quite* expect but really really very much enjoys~<3

but miguel, just... y'know, he won't actually bone him. so peter has to change tactics to ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

wear the vampire down let's say.

even better. even better cause y'know the mpreg is comin' like it always does...

peter's a 'bride', and that could mean a number of things. always game for a/b/o<3 maybe peter is a little wolf~<3 and doesn't know it ;))))))))))))), maybe peter has diluted but somewhat special blood that made him particularly attractive to the vampire~<3 (i believe in dracula's case, something of scent was involved with his obsession with mina)

fae, witch, wolf, mutation (as an origin for vamps i love exploring mutation, maybe peter is a new born vampire in the making like miguel was and the *perfect* mate for him because always yes for me<3)

or~

maybe vampires are just freaky freaks who can impregnate other dudes and that's why miguel doesn't quite wanna bone peter who definitely wants to be boned but also kinda does wanna bone him and is trying so hard to resist but leik peeeeteeeeerrrrrrrrr~<3<3<3

bottom line... mayday. gabriella. any other vampy babies~<3 imminent<3<3<3

... maybe peter *was* just supposed to be a blood bag and he fucks it all up to high hell by getting miguel to fuck him--

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not gonna lie, kinda wanna write this one but i STILL have work to be done and at least wanna do just ONE butchlander fic~! (and now i'm on a half sterek kick fuck mah life--)

IDEAS FREE TO USE~<3<3<3!!!

[gotnofucks]

HOLY FUCKING DICK BALLS OMG OMG WHAT? 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Shit. He shot him. He fucking shot Steve 🔥 look, I'm not fond of Bucky but I'm not sad at Steve's death either. Man didn't really think he'd come back frolicking into the town and take everything after fucking everyone up? Omg he really is stupid. But fuck I totally didn't expect Bucky to shoot him. Is he dead?

Bucky is...complex. He's got no limits with the way he took her in front of everyone and recorded their night, but I wonder if he'll still be into exhibition now that he's...claimed her? I mean, if he wants to take care of her, he's gonna make her his right? So either he'll marry her or impregnate her or whatever. I don't think he'd be this violent now (but what do we know?).

Peter really surprised me. I didn't think he had the stomach to not just witness rape but also be an accomplice to it but then again he's with them for a reason.

This is too good. The whole gang dynamic and Bucky and Steve's clash is absolutely enthralling. I cannot get enough of this series. Wow. Love it 🖤

Crossfire VII (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, murder, violence, biker!Bucky

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summary: You and your new husband Steve move back to his hometown. It is here that his past catches up with him, and you both pay the price.

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