#alpha!peter

[midnightwinterhawk]

And before I posted this, I checked about 10 a/b/o fics and so far every alpha Derek tag leads to Pack Alpha, not Omegaverse. It looks like the omega Stiles lead to the right place though. (Eta: the Alpha Peter Hale tag looks to be in the same boat as Derek)

Wonder how they plan to work out those bugs.

[buckettbarnes]

i have sm thoughts about baby alpha!peter but i can’t decide if i like him inexperienced and awkward, or surprisingly good in bed. hear me out

• peter being super unsure in the bedroom, scared of hurting his omega. maybe it’s a steve/bucky/peter thing where alpha!bucky coaches him on making omega!steve feel good. teaches him not to knot early. he teaches him foreplay, how to use his fingers, and eventually he gets so good that they can both work together on taking steve apart.

• peter starting a relationship with omega!tony and being super nervous because of his inexperience, tony being super sweet and teaching peter to use his mouth first so he doesn’t knot too early and leave tony feeling needy.

• peter with steve and bucky who are both omegas, using his spider powers to his advantage to please them both. it takes a while, and a lot of teasing from the pair over him being so sensitive. they both think it’s adorable when peter cries cause he feels so good, or has to let them be on top because he’s trembling all over.

but also if baby alpha! peter was surprisingly good..

• he’s still young, not great with the aftermath of sex- sometimes uses it just to clear his head. he’ll take tony in the lab, and then afterwards his mind is so clear he’ll walk around the lab naked and solve a problem he’s been working on for weeks. he totally forgets the omega laying on top of his desk.

• they’re all surprised by it at first, peter spends the night with omega!bucky and leaves him confused and panting, wondering how peter made him come so fast. he tells steve about it the next morning, who just has to try it out for himself. steve is just as shocked, telling tony, and before long peter has made his way through half of the team, no matter their designation.

• peter who will knot his omega whilst still playing games with ned, the other boy having no idea cause peter is able to stay so calm, while his omega is a shaking mess beneath him.

sm thoughts.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Alpha Peter becomes unexpectedly protective of omega Tony and Tony doesn't know why at first until peter told him. Tony is pregnant

Alpha, Omega and ?

AN: Hi nonnie - this took a little bit of a turn from what I originally imagined and your initial ask, but I hope you still like it.

I’ve never written A/B/O before, although I’ve read a lot. Whilst there are no explicit details in this, I am basing my Omegaverse anatomies on this guide by the wonderful @jro616, where male omegas and female alphas are either intersex people who have chosen their external presentation to match how they feel as a person, not their genitalia, or trans people who have decided (for whatever reason) not to have bottom surgery. You can read Tony in this fic either way.

In this story, when they meet, Peter is early to mid 20’s and Tony is approaching 40. Both of them are normal (omegaverse) humans.

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans, divider by @firefly-graphics, moodboard by me.

WC: 3k, cos short fics aren’t my forte.

CW: A/B/O dynamics, age gap, mentions of bigotry and slut shaming, heats, ruts, claiming and consent, mild sexual content, mentions of masturbation, discussions of fertility, getting together, established relationship, fluff.

Peter was tired. Absolutely bone-weary. He sank down into the worn, cushioned seat in the cab, as it whisked him away from the airport and towards home. He’d been away for two long weeks and was ready to be back where he belonged, in the penthouse, with his sweet omega.

Many things had surprised him when he’d begun his internship at Stark industries all those years ago. Firstly, how Tony actually got himself involved at the ground level in all things, even if it was just a meeting with him to explain the background of a team's new development project. Peter had not been expecting that.

He’d also not been expecting to take one sniff of Tony’s omega scent and have his hind brain start shouting “Mine mine mine”. As inappropriate workplace crushes go, Peter knew this was a doozy.

The whole world knew that Tony was an omega, with more than one old-fashioned and bigoted person questioning, publically, whether he should remain in charge of the famous tech firm he’d inherited from his father. But he’d proved all the nay-sayers wrong, taking the company from strength to strength, despite his secondary gender and his personal life.

Tony was known to play the field, not something considered a virtue in an omega, but he’d got away with it by mainly dating, or appearing at functions with, other omegas and some betas, both male and female. On the rare occasion he was spotted with alpha, it was a female one; female alphas were even rarer than male omegas, and it always seemed to feel like a publicity stunt.

Peter was taken aback by his reaction to his new boss, and tried to pack his feelings, and his desire, away in a box in the back of his mind. He told himself that Tony wouldn’t be interested in an alpha like him, especially one so many years his junior, and an employee to boot. He would be a model employee, a model alpha, and not let his primal nature affect his work. However, all his good intentions were scuppered by a couple of things.

To start with, Peter was clever, exceedingly so. It shouldn’t have come to Tony’s surprise, given the fact that he’d signed off on the internship, but nevertheless, his eyebrows had almost shot up into his hairline the first time Peter had stuck his hand up in one of the meetings and calmly told Tony that he’d made a mistake in one of his own calculations. Peter could still remember the way Tony had gaped like a fish, had started to politely reprimand him, before turning back to his presentation, cocking his head and then nodding.

“Well done, Parker, is it? I don’t know how I missed that.”

He had the boss’ notice now, and from that point on was picked for more and more important projects, until he was working alongside Tony everyday. It was this that led to the total failure of his plan to keep his attraction for the older omega under wraps.

Tony had arrived late, which considering he lived in the building, up in the top floor penthouse, was quite the feat. Peter was already working away, on his second cup of coffee and considering contacting Pepper, the CEO, when the door opened and all of his alpha senses went haywire.

He was obviously familiar with Tony’s scent, having reacted so strongly at that first encounter with it; oranges, whisky and motor oil, and he’d only got more attuned to it over the past few months. How the orange note turned sour when Tony was stressed, how the oily smell intensified when he was excited and deep in his work, and how the whisky became smokey when he was sad. Peter had never commented on his observations, though. They were work colleagues, albeit close ones, and it wasn’t socially acceptable to comment on the change in someone’s scent who wasn’t at least a close friend, if not a family member. If Tony wanted to speak about anything that was bothering him he would, and actually often did. Peter was glad of their strong rapport.

That day was different. All of Tony’s smells were stronger, from the moment he walked through the door, overlaid with the scent of brown sugar. Peter’s nostrils flared and he had to tamp down a growl, fingers curling into the worktop and turning white.

Mate. Mate the omega. Make pups.

Tony walked over, not looking his usual put-together self. His t-shirt was rumpled, and his hair not tamed to within an inch of its life. He took hold of Peter’s half mug of coffee and knocked it back in one go.

“Sorry ‘m late Petey, slept like shit.”

Peter didn’t trust himself to talk, just bit down on his lip and nodded, curtly, taking his now empty mug over to the machine in the corner of Tony’s private lab, refilling it, and making his mentor his own cup. Tony thanked him with a smile and moved to his own workstation to start his day’s work. Peter watched him, noticing the out of character sluggishness of the older man, and how he kept rubbing his calloused hand across his brow and then his lower abdomen. He knew what all those signs meant. His aunt, who’d raised him, was an omega. Their apartment had been tiny, so there was very little he didn’t know about omegas. Tony was about to go into heat, and just thinking about it, and breathing in his delicious scent only made the ache in his heart, and his loins, that much more difficult to ignore.

After about an hour of (attempted) work, and an unusual silence between them, Peter couldn’t take it anymore. Tony was head down in some calculations which were taking him longer than normal to work through.

“Mr Stark?”

“Yeah, Peter?” He answered, somewhat distractedly.

“Look, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to go home. I… um… can’t be in here with you right now.”

That got Tony’s attention. His head jerked up and he swivelled on his stool to look at Peter, face on.

“What d’ya mean? Have… have I done something to offend you?”

The scent in the air turned slightly more smokey, and Peter was shocked to realise Tony was saddened by the thought that he’d done something to upset him. The primal urge to soothe and protect a distressed omega, especially one nearing heat, rushed through Peter’s body. Without thinking his hands flew out to grasp at Tony’s forearms.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, it’s umm…” His cheeks flushed and he dropped his hands away from Tony, as if scalded. He worried his lower lip, and realised there was no delicate way to say it.

“Well, I can smell that you’re… erm… nearing your heat, and I really need to get out of here.”

Tony’s mouth dropped open, almost mirroring the first time Peter had rendered him speechless. Peter backed away, drawing shallow breaths through his mouth, making his way towards his work station to pack up his things.

Protect. Mate. Claim.

He closed his eyes, Tony’s sweetened scent making him dizzy.

“Peter?”

His eyes snapped open again, his gaze meeting Tony’s.

“My heat isn’t due for at least a week, I’m only just in pre-heat. You shouldn’t be able to smell a change yet.”

“But I can, Mr Stark, and I’m really sorry, but I gotta go. I’ll… umm, work in one of the other labs for the rest of the week, and come back here, whilst you’re, erm… indisposed.”

He ran out of the door as fast as his too tight pants would let him, embarrassed beyond belief at this turn of events.

He didn’t see Tony for the next two weeks. He received a message from Pepper after the first week to inform him that Tony was taking some ‘personal days’, so he returned to the lab. Despite Tony’s absence, his pre-heat scent had strengthened and now clung to the room. Peter would later admit to Tony that it wasn’t his finest hour when he’d had to go and jerk off in the bathroom, and then ask JARVIS to vent the lab and refresh all the air before he could risk returning. He’d never popped a knot so fast.

When Tony returned at the end of the second week, it was with a spring in his step and Peter had hoped that everything would return to normal. However, that idea was shot down when Tony insisted on taking him out to lunch. Peter had anticipated a local coffee shop or maybe a deli, but no, Tony had taken him across Manhattan, in his limo, to a small Italian restaurant, where he appeared to have his own private table in a secluded corner. The sour note to his scent gave away the fact that Tony was worried about something.

“Peter, I wanted to talk to you… about the other week.”

Peter put on his broadest, albeit fake, smile, eager to assure Tony that there wasn’t anything wrong.

“No need, Mr Stark, just, umm… if you let me know next time you’re nearing… you know… I can just go work elsewhere. It’s fine, really. Must happen all the time when alphas and omegas work closely together."

Tony reached out across the table, his hand covering Peter’s.

“Peter, we need to address something. The fact that you could detect that change, so early, points to one thing; that you and I are very compatible. No, not very, extremely. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m attracted to you. Like, a lot.” Tony smirked a bit, before he stared off into the distance, a dreamy, soft look in his face. “The favourite part of my day is when you walk in, all spring rain, sunshine and cinnamon. I really like how when you’re happy, or excited, your scent warms the room. And when that cinnamon gets spicy hot I know you’re frustrated and all I want to do is hug you and purr until it calms down. And I dread the days you smell soaking wet, because I know something’s eating away at you, just like it is now.”

Peter looked down at Tony's hand, the calloused fingers shifting to twine together with his own smoother ones.

“Peter, will you go out with me? Will you give us both the chance to see what we could be together?”

It was Peter’s turn to be shocked. Had they both been pining this entire time? He looked back up, this time with a genuine smile on his face, and a hopeful flutter in his heart.

“I’d really like that, Tony.”

By the time Tony’s next heat had rolled around, three months later, they were at the stage where Tony was comfortable asking Peter to help him through it. He’d blushed so prettily when he’d made the request, not certain if Peter was ready for the responsibility that came with it. He’d have to be able to care for Tony during, and after, both emotionally and physically. He’d also have to keep a reign in his own alpha impulses; their relationship was too new for any discussion of claiming. However, despite the initial reservations that heat definitely confirmed their compatibility. Peter would never forget the moment he filled Tony for the first time, the omega crying out so beautifully, begging for more and more, harder, deeper, and taking everything the young alpha had to give.

Two heats later and Peter was finding it increasingly difficult to refrain from claiming his sweet omega, especially when Tony’s heat hormones made him extra clingy, and he’d be pleading with Peter to bite him. They loved each other, those words had come pretty quickly, but when back in his own head, without the chemical cocktail coursing through his blood, Tony was aware of how much older he was. He knew his fertility was waning and was worried he’d never be able to give Peter any pups.

“Tony, don’t be silly, baby.” Peter held his omega in his lap, the first notes of brown sugar announcing the imminent arrival of the next heat. “Me wanting to claim you is about us, you and I. You told me to give us a chance. And you were right. I wanna be with you. You. If we both want children down the line, but we need help, we can get it. There are plenty of paths to parenthood. But I want the world to know you’re mine, that Tony Stark is officially off the market.”

He nipped at Tony’s ear, making him mewl, and bury in closer to Peter’s chest.

“You bring out the feral alpha in me…’mega mine. But I won’t do it if you don’t want to. I’d never claim you in heat without us having discussed it like we are now. Not even when you beg me so nicely.

Tony continued to whine and rubbed his face over the scent gland in Peter’s neck.

“Want it. Want it so much, Alpha. Wanna be your mate and for everyone to know it. Tony Parker-Stark has a nice ring to it.”

“Alright, baby. We’ll wait for your heat, yeah? Cos it might trigger my rut, and it could be a lot for you to handle otherwise.”

Peter’s ruts were irregular, normally affecting him about twice a year. He hadn't had one since before starting to date Tony, so he knew one was due any time, and if anything was going to trigger it, it would be claiming Tony as his, finally.

It turned out Peter was right, and from then on his ruts came in synch with every other one of Tony’s heats.

That had been five years ago. After going through a lot of legal paperwork with Pepper, Peter was able to remain at Stark industries, working his way up the ranks. Now he carried out tasks Tony used to do, including tedious conferences all over the world, allowing his omega to take things easy, and spend nearly all his time tinkering, which he much preferred to schmoozing. Big parties weren’t his thing anymore.

Annoyingly, this most recent conference had had Peter flying out two days after Tony’s last heat and his own rut. The memory of Tony purring, all lax and fucked out beneath him, the pair of them locked together by his engorged knot, had kept Peter going whilst he’d been away. Tony’s heats were less regular now, although currently no less intense when they did occur. It had also gotten to the point that Peter knew before Tony himself when the omega’s body was gearing up for one.

The cab jerked to a halt, pulling Peter out of his reverie. He paid the driver, and made his way into the tower, nodding to the night security and loosening his tie as he walked over to the private elevator. It whisked him upwards at the touch of his thumb print, and Peter counted down the 30 seconds he knew it took to get from the foyer to the penthouse. His foot tapped the floor impatiently.

The doors whooshed open and Peter stepped out into his home. Immediately he knew something was different. There was a different smell in the apartment. It wasn’t Pepper’s calming, appley, beta scent, or Rhodey’s metallic alpha one. No, this scent was entirely unknown. 

He breathed in deeply, trying to separate the new, spicy vanilla chai smell from his and Tony’s so he could pinpoint it, wherever it was in the apartment, because the strength of it told Peter that the owner was still present.

“Tony?” He called through the penthouse, wondering why his omega hadn’t scented that he was home. 

Peter left his small case by the elevator doors and walked into the main living area. To Peter’s surprise it was empty; JARVIS would have let him know if Tony was in the lab.

“JARVIS, where’s Tony?”

“Mr Parker-Stark is in the bedroom, sir.”

“And who else is here?”

“No-one sir, only you and Mr Parker-Stark are currently present.”

Peter was confused, but toed off his shoes and strode across the plush carpet in search of his mate. Carefully, he pushed open the door and then came to a halt, a smile spreading across his face. Tony was curled up, asleep, on the bed, clutching Peter’s pillow tight to his chest, his face pressed into the top of it.

Peter settled down next to him, still curious about the alien smell pervading their home. He drew Tony’s sleeping form against him, his omega whining in his sleep and burying closer, seeking comfort. However, when Peter drew in another deep breath, realisation hit him. The foreign scent wasn’t his and it wasn’t Tony’s, but it was intermingled with Tony’s, emanating from him.

Tears of joy welled in his eyes, and he hiccuped, hugging Tony that little bit tighter causing his mate to stir and wake up. Tony turned, blinked up at him owlishly, and then smiled, throwing his arms around Peter’s neck, peppering him with kisses. 

“You’re back! I missed you so much. I’ve been feeling rotten since nearly the moment you left, just wanting to sleep. I thought bond sickness was just an old wives tale.” 

Peter just sniffed, a tear rolling down his cheek as he smiled back.

“What’s wrong, alpha mine? Why are you crying?”

“You don’t have bond sickness, sweetheart. Take a deep breath, tell me what you smell.”

Tony looked puzzled but sniffed. Some stirring thought seemed to pass across his face before he inhaled again, deeper and longer. Then he gasped, looking up at Peter, down at his own stomach and then back at Peter.

“I… I… I’m… We’re… oh my god!”

Peter ducked his head and kissed Tony, both of them pouring their joy and love into one another. Both of them were crying, holding onto each other as their lips met.

Tony ran his hand across his still flat abdomen, Peter covering it with his own, and he started to purr.

“I wonder what they’re going to be? An omega like me? An alpha like you? Or a beta, perhaps?”

Peter pulled Tony to lie back against him, the older man’s back to his front.

“I know exactly what our pup is gonna be, baby. Loved.”

Tag list: @mrsmischief209 @marvelstarker-mha98

[starksdaughter-3000]

Alpha!Peter x Omega!Reader

Warnings~ ABO, ABO Dynamics, Smut 18+, Knotting, Sub Reader, Soft Peter, Heat/Rut, Some Fluff(?) Everyone in this story is 18+

A/N~ Hi! Here again thanks for the love, I really appreciate it as always. But I have been stuck in my mind lol. I have been reading and thinking of ideas until I got a short one to write so yea. Help. About that Thor post I made.... I will try to think of what will happen next but no matter how long it takes I will give a part 2. Whew chile. I did not read for mistakes so forgive me.(Peter looks so scared in that GIF.) Enjoyyyy!

*Not my GIF*

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As soon as he walks into the dimly lit apartment he smelt you. Your heat just hit you and you needed your Alpha Peter.

“Darling I’m here.” He heard whines coming from the bedroom. Opening the door he saw you sprawled out bare for him. Whining his name.

“Peter-Alpha. Need you. So bad.” He looked down to see slick running down the inside of your thighs like a waterfall. He licked his lips. “Don’t worry honey I’ll take care of you. Alpha is here now.”

After he stepped in the room he shut the door closed. Toys coated with slick spread all over the room. Peter stripped himself of his clothes wanting to tend to your needs. “Alpha it hurts.” He’s crawling towards you now. Hovering over your body. “Shh let me take care of you Omega.”

~

“Alphaaa- AH!” Peter was slamming into your core from behind, his speed was unreal. So far you came five times.

“Gonna take my knot baby?” Your hands were grabbing at the sheets beside you. You were screaming at the pleasure he was giving you. “I asked you a q-question.” His words were starting to fumble from his release being so close.

“Yes please, I n-need your knot so bad. Please b-breed me ahh.” Your 6th orgasm came crashing down on you. “That’s it sweet girl, you’re s-so good for me.”

His hips started to jerk and the pace he set was starting to slow. “This tight cunt is squeezin me so good. I love you baby.” And with that he groaned and his knot expanded inside of you making you squeal in pleasure. His cum coating your tight and soon to be sore walls.

“Mmh thank you Alpha.” You say as your body gets tired from the activities. “Go to sleep, get some energy cause your gonna need it.

~

[femmelixie]

having a lot of thoughts about omega!Wade and that being triggering for him due to past trauma, both childhood and adult.

his mutation and all the trauma his body stent through mostly does away with the omega thing. he rarely gets heats and he doesn’t have an omega scent anymore

being around alphas is also hard for him if they’re close to a rut or their scent is too strong, like peter’s, whose scent is magnified by his spidey powers.

and wade trusts peter but the first time he gets that scent it makes Wade so skittish

their friendship/wade being hopelessly in love with peter slowly bringing back some of wade’s buried omega traits 🤔

[spideymarvelws]

It’s The Law (1/2)

Prince!Alpha!Peter Parker x Fem!Omega!Reader

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A/n at the end!

Summary : Being an omega was hard enough in the kingdom but being an omega maid was even worse. You were constantly told that you were nothing by everyone around you, constantly put down because of your status and class. But you never let them deter you, working even harder at your job despite every jab and sly comment thrown your way. Days became harder with time, the slander against your name growing harsher by age. Your dream of finding love in such a harsh environment becoming dust swept under the rug.

That was until the prince took interest in your scent.

Warnings : Smut? (nothing graphic just some background cockwarming and a few suggestive themes), unplanned pregnancy, violence, some fluff but we go angsty real quick, choking, mention of death, threats, Tony is lowkey as asshole (pls message me if i missed anything)

Word Count : 4.4k

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It was a warm night in the castle. You and Peter didn't care for the sheets that had been discarded to the side of the bed hours ago, opting to lay on the mattress with your bodies exposed to the heat. The fire probably didn't help either, he could remember the small whines you let out when he snuck you into his room, complaining about the flames that erupted from the fireplace. But as you moved to put out the fire, he pulled you into his body, kissing you senseless until you forgot all about it, falling into bed with him.

He didn't want you to take out the light, he didn't want to lose sight of you. Sure he could have used the small candles his mother kept by his bedside at night, but that would only keep parts of your body visible to him when he wanted to experience the whole thing. 

Sure it was selfish, but in the end it didn't matter. He was going to have you sweating by the end of the night either way, so what was the harm in a little heat to add on to that.

You both haven't had a night together, alone, in so long. He missed his omega, like any alpha would but more importantly, he missed his mate. He would go through any amount of heat to make sure the night stayed engraved in his head like every moment he ever had with you.

Especially tonight, where you laid naked spread out on top of him, making sure every part of your skin touched his. You were much more cuddly tonight, needier for his touch. You always had to be looking at him, keeping eye contact when he had his way with you. Even when you presented to him, ass high in the air, he had to pull your back against his chest, calming the loud whines escaping your throat.

But he wasn't complaining, in fact it only went to his alpha brain causing him to increase his past, to keep you close as he showed you how much he missed you. How much he loved. Now you were both spent, your body draped on him like his own personal blanket, clinging to him like a koala.

He didn't know when the next time might be where he could be with you like this after recent events he refused to tell you about, but he tried his best not to think about it. Even if it was taking up his mind when he should be focusing on you.

“What’s wrong, alpha,” You whispered into Peter’s ear, placing a lazy kiss to the side of his neck.

Peter looked down at you, raising his hand to rest in on your cheek, swiping a strand of hair that stuck to the side of your face. He smiled softly as you snuggled your face into his palm. Despite the layer of sweat covering your skin you still craved his warmth.

“Nothing is wrong omega,” he whispered, kissing your nose lightly, “I have everything i need right here,”

You giggled at his words, shaking your head, “Never knew the prince would be such a softy,”

Peter chuckled along with you, bringing you closer with his arms, “Only for you,” he sighed, “Only for my mate,”

“See, there’s the tone again,” you pouted, nuzzling your nose with his shoulder in an attempt to get him to speak up. You huffed when he stayed silent, rolling your eyes as you took things into your own hands, moving your legs to straddle his waist.

You pressed your hands against his chest to lean over him, his fingers moving to your waist, keeping you locked in your position. You began littering kisses on his face, starting with his forehead, then his pink cheeks and nose finally stopping at his chin.

“What. Is. Wrong. Peter.” you said in between kisses, pulling away when you felt the creases in the corner of his mouth deepen, “I’m going to get it out of you,”

“Sure you are omega,” he said, sliding his hands down your waist to the top of your thighs. You purred at his touch, nudging your nose against his as he continued, “So persistent,”

“And your so stubborn,” you sat back, crossing your arms over your chest when a idea popped in your head, “Come on Alpha,” you bit your lip, slowly grinding on his crotch, “Talk to me,”

Peter let out a warning growl, sitting up and pulling your chest against his, “You,” he grabbed your jaw, directing your gaze on to his, “Are on thin ice,” he paused, leaning up with his mouth by your ear, “Omega,”

You shivered, a small whimper escaping your mouth when he used his alpha voice. It was instinct for an omega to submit when an alpha used a specific tone. While Peter promised to never use it on you, it didn't mean he never did it playfully knowing how much it annoyed you.Your head fell on his shoulder, groaning into his skin as his laughs filled the room at your reaction.

“You’re mean, you know that?” you took a deep breath of his calming scent, “But you do know that changing the subject won’t work on me,”

“Yeah I figured,” he sighed, pulling back to look you in the eyes, “I just-,” he moved his hand back to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, “I’m just really happy, that’s all,”

“That’s all?”, you said, tilting your head to the side, “Peter, come on, somethings wrong,” you brought your hand to his cheek, “Tell me Alpha,”

Peter sighed into your hand, awkwardly moving up against the headboard to his back could have some support with you on top of him. You readjusting yourself in his lap, his hand tightening on your skin when your thigh brushed his bare cock.

“Y/n...”

“Okay, that wasn't on purpose!” 

“You know what?” he groaned, pulling you up slightly and lining up his member with your pussy, rubbing the tip along your lips. You bit your lip as he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lower yourself down, “There,” he bottomed out, “Now we may continue,”

You whined but stayed still placing your hands on his shoulders speaking out of your mind without thinking, “So the thing keeping you from talking in not having your dick in me,”

His mouth flew open, taken back by your words, “You, are, lucky you’re mine,” he grunted, the small smile on his face showed that he was far from annoyed.

You giggled, trying your best to focus back on the reason you were interrogating him, “Now, Peter,” you grabbed his face once more, “Speak,”

Peter sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, pulling you closer to rest his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. You responded by running your hand through his damp hair.

“Sabina is getting suspicious about me, about us,” he kissed the side of your neck, his lips lingering for a few seconds, “I guess i didn’t mask your scent to well after last time,” You could feel his weak smirk against your skin, “I could feel her eyes every time I walk away from her, especially when I refuse to mate with her,”

“Peter,” you pulled back, looking him in the eyes, “You said you father didn’t want you two to mate yet, you said you’d tell her about us before this got to far,”

“I know, I know,” he said desperately, trying his best to keep your mind from wandering too far before he got out the entire story, “But I was planning on telling her tonight, but then the emergency happened and I-,” he pauses, “They left on the carriage earlier than expected,”

“Peter! Tomorrow is inspection, how am I supposed to hide my mark and my-,” you caught yourself, looking down to avoid his curious stare.

“And your?”

You sniffed wrapping your arms around yourself for some form of protection. You took a deep breath before responding, “My stomach Peter,” you hesitantly looked up into his soft brown eyes, “All the symptoms were there, what settled it was the small bump,” you laughed wearily, “And we both know I don't get enough food for that to happen,”

His mouth feel slightly open, his eyes filling with water as he put his hand on your stomach, “So you’re saying-,”

“I won't be able to go to a doctor but from what my mother told me...” you put your hands on his and just nodded, not sure if you could go on without bursting into tears.

“Oh my god,” his breath became heavy, “Oh my god,” he pulled you into a hug, tightening his hold as much as he could. 

Peter didn't know how to feel, how to think. On one hand, his instincts told him to protect, to love, to cherish, to be grateful that out of all the women in the kingdom he met his mate and was lucky enough to have a child with them. It was the dream for all alpha’s, to see their mate, their omega swollen with their child, with their pup.

He’s had dreams of having a family ever since he presented as an alpha. He always watched in envy at his aunt and uncle, the rare case of royals being mates. He knew the chances were slim, but he never lost hope that one day, the intoxicating scent of an omega, of his omega would fill his senses.

Would make his alpha heart complete.

But would also shatter it whole.

He was a prince, set from birth to marry one of his kind. An omega was seen as not fit to rule, when one was born into the family, they were always seen as a disgrace, most likely to be married off to a knight or one of the royal advisers, disregarded from the blood line.

That’s where his Prince side came in.

Your love was forbidden, therefore your mating was as well. This child would mean hell, not for him but for you if anyone were to find out outside of the people he trusted. And with his future queen already on his tail, he didn't know if a child would be the best option for the both of you.

Even if he wanted it so bad.

“I’m not going to let them take you away from me,” he mumbled into your shoulder, his protective instincts kicking in, “If they ever lay a hand on you i swear I’ll-,”

“Peter,” your broken voice brought him out of his alpha frenzy, “There going to find out tomorrow either way, my scents slowly changing and the guards are going to sense two heartbeats and i-,” you breath hitched, “There’s no way out of this Peter,”

He forgot about the inspection his uncle’s adviser pushed every month. To check up on everyone who worked with the crown, making sure they were suitable and still held the rules set for their line of work. For you, being a maid meant, from what he remembered no mating and no possible mate. 

Well you broke the rules within two weeks of meeting him and it was only three weeks ago he finally decided to claim you as his.

Meaning he was the one who got you into this mess. 

And he was the one who was going to get you out of it

“What if we run away?”

You looked down at him shocked, “Run away, Peter! Are you insane?”

“I’m serious, my aunt, mother and Sabina are away on a trip, my uncle never really asks for my whereabouts, neither does my father,” He could feel the gears turning in his head, pulling at all the details and creating plan, “It’s the perfect opportunity,”

“What happened to just telling them about us?”

“Y/n, you and I both know they won’t allow it, even if I ask politely,” 

You sat speechless, your mouth opening and closing, words failing to escape your mouth. He looked between your eyes, hoping to find something that would calm his racing heart. You gulped, finally processing his words as you said slowly, “But Peter, you’re the prince,’

He sighed, “That doesn’t matter,”

“Yes it does,” you shook your head, “Peter, if we leave, there is no way your uncle wouldn't send a search party out for you!”

“Not if we leave the land, set up somewhere else,” he reasoned, “Once we cross the seas, they wouldn't be able to find us,”

“That would mean we have to prepare in advance,”

“I’m the prince, I’m sure i could get a boat out of here at any convenience,”

“Then they’ll know where we’re going, track your recent purchases”

“I’ll just pass it through Harley, he knows about you-,”

“Harley knows about me!”

“He helped me hide us don't worry,” he moved on quickly, cursing at what he let slip, “Look the point is, we need to get you out of here,” he pulled you impossibly closer, “And you’re not leaving without me okay?” He let his forehead fall against yours, “I’m not leaving my omega,”  his voice cracked, “Or my possible child,”

“Peter-,” you breathed, biting your lip as you felt tears begin to form in your eyes.

“This is our only chance Y/n,” he whispered, “This was long overdue, us finally going off, living life together,” he laughed softly, “Maybe this is just the final push we needed,”

You stayed silent for quite some time, trying to process his words. If you leave tonight, there was a chance that it would reach the king before you and Peter could step out the castle walls. If you both made it out, it would take days for you both to reach the port, during that time there wasn't a chance that nobody would notice his absence and send a group out to look for him. Leaving meant the possibility of getting caught risking both your life and your child for the chance at freedom.

But if you stayed, the inspection would happen, outing you as mated and pregnant with another alpha’s child, punishable by death. You couldn't imagine leaving peter like that, losing a mate was like losing a part of yourself, it completely shatters the person, leaving them a shell of who they once were.

But in Peter’s case, he couldn't show that he was mated, because he was already promised to another, someone that wasn't you. You could already feel your heart plummet at the thought of him without you, of your alpha stuck with another.

You couldn't even think of the possibility. 

But in the end, only one option had the chance of escape, the chance of a life outside the castle.

And that was to run away.

“Okay Parker,” you mumbled, finally looking him in his shiny brown eyes, “Let’s do it,”

“Are- are you serious?” Peter grinned.

You nodded, giggling when he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Your teeth clashed while your lips move out of sync but either of you could have cared less, thoughts of a life together plaguing your minds.

Thoughts of starting a family of your own coming right after.

Peter giggled, pulling away breathless, “I’ll try my best to have the inspection pushed back to the next day so we have time to prepare,” he looked up at you with a sly smirk, “Now that’s out of the way,”

He quickly picked you up slightly to lay you down on the bed, slamming his cock back into you when it slipped out. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, your arms thrown around his shoulder as he slowly grinded into you.

“I believe we have some unfinished business,”

…

Peter waited by the stables the next night, leaning against the wall of the enclosure of the horse he planned for the both of you to ride. The plan was simple, Harley would fake an emergency distracting most of the guards so the both of you could leave without being detected. His aunt or mother wouldn't be back until the next day which would most likely be the moment they figure out about his absence.

But by then you would be halfway across the lands, close to the docs to board a small boat, ready to take you wherever you wanted. To finally start a new life together.

Of course, he would have to make a few stops along the way to buy materials and food which might slow you both down a bit, but the initial head start would give you enough time. Well, he hoped would give you enough time.

All he needed now was for you to come and as time passed by, he grew more worried when you never cdid. It wasn't hard to sneak out of the maids quarters, especially with the majority of the guards on the other side of the castle, he expected you to hear your small footsteps running down the creaky wood stairs, your scent invading his senses.

But it never happened, he waited until dawn and nothing.

That was until a stinging scent filled his nostrils.

“Didn’t expect you to stay for so long Peter,” she sounded from behind him, making him whip his head around. He didn't care to hide his distaste at her presence, his nostrils flaring as a low growl escaped his mouth.

“What did you do,” he said, clenching his fists by his side. Peter wasn't dumb, he knew that with her sudden presence she had to do something with your absence, “Aren’t you suppose to be on a trip,”

“Got cut short, much to your dismay,” the beta began walking closer to the alpha, sizing him up with her steady strides, “Word of a mated Omega,” she tilted her head to the side, “I’m sure you’ve heard of her,”

“What the fuck did you do Sabina,” he spat, matching her steps as he backed her up against the wall right at the bottom of the stairway.

“Oh I didn’t do anything,” usually the slight waver in her voice would give Peter a burst of pride, but now it just made him feel shameful, “I’m sure she was aware of the rules,”

“DON’T FUCK WITH ME!” he shouted, slamming his hands on the walls, “What. The fuck. Did you do?”

“The right thing for this kingdom Peter,” she sneered, “Doing something that you are to stupid to do,”

“And what’s that?”

“Getting rid of your mate,” she grinned sickly, “You didn’t actually think we left for so long did you? A week before our wedding?” she chuckled, “Well your a lot more dumb that I thought,”

In a fit of rage Peter found himself wrapping his hand around her neck, slamming her further against the wall. The small whimpers failed to register in his mind as his grip became tighter and tighter, his anger increased with every passing moment.

“Ah, ah, ah, Peter,” he tisked, barely able to speak, “I’m not the one you should be worrying about right now,” she giggled frailly, “Not when your little omega is in trouble,”

He felt his heart drop when Sabina mentioned your title, his hand loosening immediately, dropping her to the floor. He didn't waste anymore time listening to her coughs as he sped up the stairs and into the castle, searching for your scent.

But he couldn't find it, his heart breaking more and more with every room he entered. He could feel his chest begin to tighten, his senses going into overdrive as his mind wandered to the horrible things that might have happened. That he wasn't there to stop.

He should have picked you up from the quarters, he should've made sure you were out there with him or had Harley escort you. To make sure you arrived safely. It was stupid of him to let you leave alone, to trust that no one caught on to his plans.

He couldn't give up now, his feet taking up across the castle once again, growling at anyone who tried to stop him. He was going feral, his palms sweating as his breath became heavy almost growling with every breath.

That was until he caught another scent, one that smelt like burnt wood and dry blood, seeping from the doors of the throne room.

Tony sat on the throne, leg crossed over the other as he sipped on some wine from his favourite gold chalice. He was making casual conversation with his guards as Peter burst into the room rage and guilt radiating off of him as he stomped up to the middle of the room.

He looked awful, his hair ruffled like he had been tugging and pulling at the strands constantly. His shirt was ruffled up, the button up raffled along with his trousers.

“Where is she,” he growled, his voice croaky and low.

Tony only sighed at his son’s exaggerated tone, placing his chalice in the hands of another before standing up, fixing his tunic in the process. He walked down the few steps that lead to his throne, approaching his son with crossed arms.

“I don’t know who you’re-,”

“Don’t try that shit with me, alright,” Peter said, exasperated as he threw his arms in the air, “Where the fuck did you put her,”

Tony lost all playfulness in his voice, rolling his eyes at the boy's words, “I thought you were her mate? Why are you asking me,”

“How did you figure it out,”

Tony only laughed, “A little birdie told me, but even then it was quite obvious. I just thought I raised you well enough to resist,”

“Resist my mate?” It was Peter’s turn to laugh, “You’re growing more and more into a salty old man everyone pins you to be,”

“Everyone pins me to be?” Tony walked around Peter, pointing his finger in the air, “I’m a man of law Peter, that’s what makes me king,” 

“Ever think that the law is fucking stupid?” Peter scoffed.

“Do not talk to your father like that,”

“Or what?” Peter sized him up, despite him being slightly shorter that the king, he still stood tall over him, “Your going to throw me in the-,” his breath hitched, “Dungeons...you put her in the dungeons,”

Tony laughed once more, “You’re not as dumb as I thought,”

“If you hurt her-”

“Oh calm your little alpha brain,” tony snickered, “I won’t hurt her yet, she’s holding my grandchild! I’m not that much of a monster,”

“So you admit that you are one,”

“Of sorts yes,” tony looked at him expectantly, “Well you put two and two together, why aren't you going after her,”

Peter scoffed, “As you said before, I’m not dumb,”

Tony only smiled, turning to sit back on his throne. He knew he already won when he watched his guards take you down to your cell, he always does. Sure, it was sick how much joy it brought him to see his own son in distress, but it wasn't his fault. His job was to see that the laws of the crown were always followed. He was only doing his job.

At least that’s what he told himself.

Regardless, it was over. In the next two days we would discuss an execution for the poor omega (he didn't take the time to learn your name) with his council for such crimes and everything would be back to normal, back to the way it’s supposed to be.

“What ever happened to your mate, Tony,” Peter suddenly said from behind him, making him stop in his tracks, “I’m sure you’ve had one in the past,”

“I don’t know what your talking about,”

Peter looked at him in disbelief, turning the tables as he found a way to get under his father’s skin, “So the scar on your neck is just a fashion statement?”

“If you know what’s good for you then you’d shut the hell up,” Tony turned around, pointing a finger in the boy's direction.

But Peter stayed persistent, knowing that the only way to get to his father was threw words, “You know the pain of losing a mate Tony, don’t make me go threw the same thing because of fucking laws,”

“I’m the not the one who put you in that position Peter,” Tony said, walking back up to the boy, “I wasn't the one who broke the law for fucking love,” he laughed, his eyes blowed as he shook his head, “What’s happening to her is your fault-,”

“Just like what happened to Pepper, it happened because of you,”

“Keep her name out of your mouth!” Tony snapped, striding up to Peter and grabbing him by the collar as he shouted in his face, “Don’t you ever mention her again,”

“Then let Y/n go,” Peter whispered, carefully choosing his next few words, “Let my omega go,”

“You know I can’t do that,”

“Yes you can,”

“But I won’t, and you know god damn well why,”

Peter didn’t push further, with the close proximity of his father, he could see the corners of his eyes start to shine, his lip trembling slightly. It was a low blow to bring up a past mate, one he only learned about while eavesdropping a conversation with him and his grandfather. But he knew it was the only way to get to him, and in his defence it seemed to be working.

“I’m going to get her out of here,” Peter calmly, “I’m going to get her and my child out of here, away from you and I don't care if the kingdom burns when I leave,”

“Over my. Dead. Body,” Tony sneered, finally letting go of his shirt, watching as his nephew stumbled a little to regain his balance.

“Then so be it,” Peter said lowly as he walked out of the room, the guards immediately following his fast stride.

He didn't know where he was going, what he was going to do. He couldn't trust anyone, not when your life and child was on the line. The conversation he just had seemed all over the place as he tried to process every words spoken. But as he entered his chambers, slamming the door almost off its hinges one thing became clear to him.

That he needed to get you out of here, he needed to get you both out of this kingdom.

With or without his father on his side.

...

A/n : I’ve been wanted to do alpha!peter for so long and finally got the inspo to do one. I have an idea for part two, so stay tune for that!

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[lizzy-williams]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞

📖Warnings: throuple, poly, a/b/o

📖Masterlist

📖A/N: MJ and Peter are both alphas with the same mate. What could go wrong? (It’s gonna be a series, folks)

To start off, alpha on alpha relationships were taboo, most alphas expected to settle down with a sweet omega or beta, raising pups

Both Peter and MJ resented that idea. And they had a connection right off the bat, the two of them finding love in each other.

Even though they got shit for it, they had a steady relationship.

That was until the omega exchange student program. Omegas didn’t normally attend school with Betas and Alphas, and were usually sent to a different kind of school to learn more... domestic skills.

But times were changing. And at first the couple didn’t think much of it. Most omegas their age were already claimed anyways.

That was until that fateful Wednesday arrived.

Walking through the halls and stopping by their lockers, it was a normal seeming day. That was until they caught the scent.

It smelled like peaches and vanilla, the scent almost addicting, the two of them needing to step aside against the lockers to steady themselves.

Looking around, the other Alpha and Beta students were completely not effected at all.

That could only mean one thing. It was the scent of mate. And due to dominant instincts, the both of them didn’t pay mind to the fact that they were both effected, but rather who was going to track down the omega emitting that perfectly delectable mouthwatering scent.

They turned to each other, violence in their tone as they spoke to each other.

“Mine.” They both growled.

But before they set off to find the poor omega, the bell had rung, and what was worse is that they both had the same period together. And the tension was already perfect.

But they became more interested once the scent of Omega became stronger as they entered their first-period class.

And as they entered, their eyes latched onto her. She was surrounded by curious students, wondering what it was like at an omega academy.

She was small. Adorable. She was their mate.

When the teacher commanded that everyone return to their seats, MJ thought fast, taking a seat directly next to the young omega. Which left Peter growling and jealous.

When the omega smelled the female alpha, she glanced over, her eyes soft as they widened.

“Omega...,” MJ’s voice was cautious.

“A-Alpha?” The omega whimpered.

MJ quickly pulled her in, the omega nuzzling into the young woman as she purred quietly, attempting to wrap her head around the fact that she had finally found an Alpha. A protector.

But Peter. Peter was fucking livid. The whole class he stared in jealousy as another alpha held his mate. That was supposed to be him.

Meanwhile, MJ caught the girl up on everything she had missed in the semester, promising that the class was easy, and to her surprise (and delight), her omega was as smart as she was.

And as soon as the dismissal bell rang, Peter rushed over quickly, skipping an introduction and going straight for a hug, the omega resisting at first, but soon easing into his touch.

“Alpha?” She mumbled into his chest, his nose rubbing right up against her scent glands, a protective growl vibrating from his chest as he saw MJ trying to grab the omega back.

“We should really be getting her to her next class,” MJ commented through gritted teeth, pulling her away from her other alpha, heart clenching at the violent yelp she let out as the omega lost contact with the boy.

But MJ had pulled her out of the room before Peter could argue.

The rest of the day was rough. She only had one other class with each, AP Chem with Peter and Literature with MJ. She learned their names, and everything about them, but they learned nothing about her.

MJ was insistent that the Omega studied with her at the library, to study and get to know her precious little omega better. Besides, they was going to be spending a lot of more time together.

But the Omega insisted that Peter was invited as well. She was actually really collected, considering that two mates for one omega was a myth.

MJ only did it for her omega. Her feelings for Peter were currently on the rocks.

The three of them walked together along with the subway, before finally settling down in a warm cozy corner of the large library.

“Well... I um... suppose that both of you are my alphas,” she began, the first words being spoken between them since school was dismissed for the day.

“Yeah.” Peter gave a glare to MJ, “I suppose we are.”

“I can see that there is some... tension between you guys, and I’m sorry about that,”

“No need to apologize, princess, it’s not your fault,” MJ reassured, putting her hand on the omega’s shoulder, Peter not liking the contact.

“I understand that you two were... together before you met me, yeah?”

Her voice was soft and gentle, and if the two alphas weren’t so resentful of each other, it would be all they would talk about.

All that Peter could do was nod, MJ acting as if she didn’t hear the question.

“I just... I think this could work.” The omega started, “I guess you guys will have to share.”

That was when the alphas argued, protesting.

“I don’t share!”

“You’re mine!”

“You have to chose!”

“You want me, don’t you?”

The omega recoiled, the tone of her alphas frightening her. But most of all it was irritating her.

She suddenly stood up, furious. The two alphas fell silent.

“Get over yourselves! One of you isn’t any better than the other! And I would rather be alone than babysit two immature alphas!”

And with that, she ignored the pleading apologizing from the two guilty teenagers, grabbing her backpack and storming out.

MJ blamed Peter. Peter blamed MJ. And the two were close to fighting each other to death in the middle of the library.

Both of them left, violently growling at each other on their way out.

That night, the three of them sat in their rooms, thinking about everything. The omega was crying, and the two alphas were just angry.

Peter came to the conclusion that she would rather die that lose his omega... and his girlfriend. And if sharing was all it took, he would try and do it. All for her.

Peter swung through the city quickly, stopping at MJ’s apartment, inviting himself in.

“Peter, you are literally the last fucking person I wanna see right now,” MJ growled, and that was when he noticed she had tear stains on her cheeks

“I know,” he looked down, “we need to fix this. And if sharing her is what it takes to keep both of you in my life, I’ll try.”

“I will too...,” she admitted, Peter giving a smile of relief.

When the young omega heard a knock at her window, she panicked slightly, not used to it at all. But when the window opened, and her mates crawled through, her fear faded.

She gripped both of them tightly, hugging them both as they held her as well.

“I’m sorry, alphas! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to yell, I-“

“Shhh, [y/n], it’s alright, we have you now,” Peter soothed, MJ squeezing the two of them in agreement.

“A-Are you guys good now?” The omega meekly questioned, still enveloped in the scent of both her mates.

“Almost. We’ll get there for you, omega.”

“C-Can you guys stay the night? I don’t wanna be alone,” she whimpered:

“Of course.”

“Anything for you.”

And that night, the Omega could have never been more content. The male alpha hugging her to his chest, the other alpha’s armed wrapped around the omega’s waist.

And she couldn’t wait for the future.

[blushing-starker]

Anon asked for alpha Peter and omega Tony for a baby announcement. Thank you to the wonderful @vaguekiwi for motivating me and sharing her thoughts on the story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, anon.

"Tony, Tony? Are you up? It's 7:30am already, you have a meeting with Miss Potts in forty minutes. Tony?"

Soft hands curl into already silver hair, scratching at the strands in an attempt to wake him up gently. Butterfly kisses on a cold nape, a ridiculously hot nose nuzzling everywhere. Peter knows scenting the billionaire is basically the only way one can ensure a calm morning.

Not today. And not for the next few months either.

He loves his husband, appreciates the nearly romantic demeanor, he does. But "unless you have a cup of coffee for me, there is no way in hell i am gonna leave this bed. your child has kept me up with nausea the entire night. I wanna hurl my guts out more than that time Rhodes found Dad's liquor cabinet. please, tell me you have coffee."

"..." Tony is severely displeased by the fact he can read Peter like a book even with half his mind shut off because fine, he's right and dammit all.

"I want that weird drink you make. The one with milk, cinnamon and chunks of brownie. And French toast with waffles. No jam, not too much butter, as much sugar as possible. Now, go before I scream at you for having the only dick that could get a hormone fucked forty something omega pregnant. "

The kid scrambles from bed, practically face plants with all the covers tangling long legs and yup, this is the person that the universe designated as his soulmate. Because Tony Stark can never have a partner with a reasonable, normal amount of enthusiasm, stamina and a sense of balance.

That sounds like he's ungrateful, he's not. But it turns out being three months pregnant gives him plenty of perspective to peer at life in a whole new way that does not include caffeine, alcohol or sex.

Would he kill and die for this amazing human being that makes Tony's heart race no matter the day, that inspires him to be a better version of himself? Yes, no questions asked. No hesitation and no regret.

Would he clobber Peter for doing the impossible and technically causing Tony incredible discomfort on a daily basis thanks to what his doctors can only assume is a superhuman baby he already loves and adores more than life itself? Also yes.

Things aren't mutually exclusive in this household.

Pep, bless her, has yet to find out about their future mini Parker so there's been no respite on the whole 'running a multi billion dollar industry ' thing. And yeah, while it's not exactly easy, he can focus on other things and not fall into a panicky state of mind — because him? A father? Of a super baby? Tony Stark, infamous playboy with a hedonistic streak, a dad?

Just thinking along those lines makes shame and self doubt slither over a metallic plate. Working, dealing with innovative scientists, crafting the new world of tomorrow, guaranteeing the safety of their planet, shapeshifting into a role model, a mentor (for the interns and school kids he visits, not Peter, of course, thank God they left that dynamic ages ago), loyal friend, reluctant errand boy (fuck the assholes in charge of the Accords), great husband, good man, it all distracts a fearful child from thinking, what if I turn into Howard?

"I couldn't find brownies, so cookies it is! Aunt May had a few boxes sent in when I told her work was keeping you on your feet all the time. Said it'd be a good idea to snack along the day in case you—" Peter freezes, tenses with a not-so-narrow back held ramrod straight. Oh, his husband brought him breakfast in bed.

How could he ever think to clobber such a nice, wonderful—

"Your scent is odd."

"Yeah, well fuck you too then."

Five seconds of silence.

"I'm bringing you one cup of coffee and the hormone pills."

" Yup, that's a great idea. "

---------------------------

Tony’s mumbo jumbo with self loathing is firmly put on the back burner after inhaling a delicious breakfast and chugging that one glorious cup of coffee. Until they go to the bathroom and he sees himself in the mirror.

"We gotta tell them."

"You said you wanted to wait a while before saying anything."

Peter strips, ducks into the warm shower, lets out a pleased little sigh and Tony wants to rip his fingernails off. Is it bad, having sex while pregnant? No! The doctors, every single one of them, said it's a perfectly normal thing to do. It'd be bad if they didn't have sex because Tony, thanks to his crazy hormone production, needs the extra attention for his body to understand this is a happy process that shouldn't include sad pheromones or stressed out moments. Will Peter put him out of his misery and allow a quickie in the mornings? No.

"Take more than five minutes in that shower and I'm joining you."

Listen, he grew up in the 80's and 90's, Tony wasn't immune to peer pressure. Did he cave and eventually do so many squat competitions with Rhodey his butt turned into a duck's butt? There's no evidence, he's made sure, but yes. And Starks have always turned out to be beautiful, doesn't matter your gender or age. Finding a companion for the night has never been a problem for anyone in his family tree.

That, and his work as Iron Man has kept him — well, not ripped like Cap, certainly not as lean and (God help him) athletic as Peter, but fit. Sturdy. Firm. Solid. (Peter once muttered the words 'daddy-like' in regards to his body and he nearly choked on water.)

The passage of time has made him a bit slower, dusted once black hair with, as his husband says, stardust and the corners of his eyes now show how much time Tony spends laughing or frowning. All in all, he looks fucking spectacular for his age and experience as a villain-punching-bag. Thing is, he has a belly. A bump. A curve where it was once, well. Less curvy. Is it a problem for Peter? Nope, as acknowledged every time his alpha tackles him if he so much as looks oddly in the mirror. Is it a problem for him? He'll get back to you on that.

The point is, there's a belly when just a few months ago there wasn't such a pronounced belly. It's great, of course. Proof their child is growing steadily and Tony's body is adjusting to it accordingly. A small part of him, the omega part he actually lets live, is fascinated and proud. He's doing that, Tony's the one growing a human being, creating life out of nothing in his own body. That child, although not the only physical embodiment of their relationship, is a result of his love for Peter. Of how much his husband loves him. They love each other so much they're gonna start another family together. That chokes him up a bit, reminds him how grateful he is for Peter and for the other Avengers. If they hadn't been so accepting of his status, would he have ever considered going through with this?

Anyway, he's not gonna start sobbing this early in the morning when there's no alcohol involved. It's fantastic seeing his child develop, good, warm and fuzzy feelings, yada yada yada, it's also not very easy to hide. And Tony...Tony wanted to hide it from his family because.

Because Peter hasn't been the only partner in all his life that has wondered about a future with a white picket fence. Because when he was Peter's age, in his goddamn prime, a doctor, ten doctors, all the doctors told him the same thing, smashed his dream into a million pieces. Tony was nearly infertile. There was a one in a million chances of him getting pregnant. If he did, they couldn't be sure his body would be able to maintain two hearts. And then the cave happened.

So yeah. It happened to his cousins, his aunt, a few uncles, his grandmother. Tony would do a baby announcement, but only the second that baby was outside of him and safely in his arms. Now there are still several months left and nothing certain. But time is a bitch and beginning to show the world, maybe those extra pounds aren't from eating the Parker's amazing breakfasts.

"Tony, you know I don't wanna risk-" Losing control of my strength. They've been together long enough that Tony can see quite clearly between the lines.

"Hurting us, yeah, I know, I understand. I'm getting too wide, we're gonna have to tell them or Natasha will take one look at me and whoops, impromptu announcement from someone else. It's a miracle she was out on those missions when we found out." Thank God for renegade troops.

He's still looking at himself in the mirror when Peter comes out, barely dries up and slides behind him. His husband is slightly taller now, can easily hook a curved jaw on Tony's shoulder to peer at the image they make. Contrasts, he supposes, have always enthralled Tony. The study of light and shadow. Variations of the same basic components. Where his body is aging, showing signs of wear and tear, Peter's is evolving into something beautiful, majestic. Silver hair, chestnut brown. Scarred canvas, silky smooth and sunkissed skin. Soft, fragile curves, chiseled lines that deserve to be revered more than Michelangelo’s David. But their eyes, their eyes are equally tired.

“We can tell them if you want, have dinner together and just, just say it. Like that -”

“No. It's our kid, we're not gonna act like it's ripping off a band aid. This is special, unique. Dinner is good. Fantastic, actually. Wait for dessert, and announce it. “ Peter comes ever closer, wraps arms that could carry the world around him and how did he get so lucky?

They've lied to each other in the past. Mostly in the beginning, when they were too worried about hurting their new relationship to show their desires and wants. Tony didn't explain the Training Wheels Protocol. Peter tried to fight high level crime on his own. Things got hard to understand, like being in the right place at the wrong time. Puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit together, an extra inch of space prohibiting them from seeing all the possibilities that the truth could bring. They were walking the same path, just in parallel lines that never crossed.

But then he'd been rejected, thrown away and able to realize how fucking stupid it was to let Peter go when being near the kid, it felt like finally breathing after residing in the deep end of a pool for a thousand years. So Tony ran after him one day, crashed into his AP English class, half assed an excuse for the baffled teacher, yanked Peter out of the room and proceeded to have the best make out session of his life with his back against the kid's locker. And now they don't lie, ever.

Which is why it's so hard to accept Peter's, “You're beautiful, Tony. The handsomest man I've ever seen in my life. I loved you before, I love you now, I'll love you forever, Anthony Stark. You carrying our kid doesn't change that, how could it, Tony? It's going to be ok. The three of us will be ok and I won't stop thanking whoever decided I'd get to marry my wet dream.”

Scorching kisses trace his pulse point slowly, sharp nails start dragging against a too thin shirt, but it's the fact that Peter hasn't looked away from him, is confidently holding his gaze through the glass, that makes Tony shudder and stop breathing.

The bathroom is flooded with pheromones, cinnamon and honey assaulting an unprepared billionaire, and he'll die if they stay like this, can't function properly, brain switching gears, trying valiantly to remember baseball stats, past wounds, May's cooking because Peter's gonna wreck his sanity if those hands keep winding down, if those lips don't stop unraveling him like a Christmas present.

“If I'd known you'd get this handsy and romantic, I would have complained about how I look earlier." It's a gasp, half murmur, half plea as Peter grins at him shamelessly. “I know it's rude and wrong and sexist, but I like comforting my omega, acting like a stereotypical alpha. Makes me feel like I'm doing my job of making you happy. “

He quirks an eyebrow, is glad Peter can be comfortable enough to take the reins every once in a while. “You're telling me that assuring me I'm still drop dead gorgeous, “ his husband snorts, nips at Tony's shoulder for that quip, “ makes you horny because you feel like an alpha comforting, and I quote, ‘your omega’? “

Peter reverts back to the shy teenager who could barely ask a girl out to the homecoming dance, ducks his head into Tony’s neck with a blush quickly spreading over damp skin. “Well, I've got news for you, sweetheart. Your wet dream also thoroughly enjoys it so you better break tradition and have sex with me to remind me I'm the hottest man you've ever seen. "

He's actually serious about this, his self esteem hasn't exactly been, you know, the best and Tony's mood always improves significantly after playing around in bed with Peter. Besides, it's a sign of trust. Peter won't hurt him or their child, will be able to hold back his strength. He always does.

Listen, it's not exactly moral, but he has more than enough problems to go ahead and analyze his attraction and dependency on Peter while pregnant.

“So, I can distract you from your bad thoughts by acting sort of possessive and taking you to bed? " Oh, he adores when his husband is afraid of showing a new side of himself and asks for permission ever so sweetly.

“Babe, if you don't, I'll kick you out of the apartment. Give me possessive Peter Parker any day you want, like I'm gonna complain about a gorgeous, brilliant twenty something year old all over me. Now what's it gonna be, alpha dear, bathroom or bedroom? I wouldn't mind the tile but, oh God, I forgot you could pick me up." Tony clings to broad shoulders, can't help but laugh because aren't they a pair?

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After having what he's sure was the best sex of his life, Tony stumbles out of the bedroom with torn clothes, a dazed look in his eyes and several bruises blossoming around his neck. Peter's halfway out the doorway when Tony whistles, makes sure all their family is paying attention, blurts out, “Peter and I are having a kid. I'm pregnant, woohoo, it's great, it's amazing, save your congratulations for later. We'll do a proper thing soon, if anyone interrupts and they're not dying, I'll kill you myself. See you in a few hours, " and yanks him back in while Friday activates Sock on the Doorknob Protocol.

Rhodey and Nat clink glasses while waiting on the others to pay up on their bets regarding Tony and Peter's odd behavior.

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Later, much later, like, two days later, they have a proper dinner with their family in the tower. There are balloons and streamers, cake and ice cream, warm hugs and gentle cheek kisses, subtle tears and full on weeping (Happy had to borrow a box of Kleenex), pictures and videos and a pile of gifts taller than Tony.

The most important thing, though, is that the A.I recorded the reaction after Clint asked about baby names. He's grateful they went to the doctor before tonight. The visit revealed a treasure Tony thought he'd never have. Now it's time to reveal it to their pack.

His husband snuggles up to him, is so ecstatic the whole dining room smells like cinnamon and honey, like joyous love he'll never get enough of. Tony grins at him, curls their hands together and repeats the same thing over and over again in his head.

It'll be ok. They'll be ok. If the universe keeps giving Tony the greatest gifts he could ever want, maybe it's time he stopped looking at the horse's mouth. That's how it goes, right? Right.

He turns to look at Peter, loves him so much it aches, feels tiny feet pressing against his stomach. Guesses he's not the only one smitten with this incredible human being.

“We were thinking Marie,” Peter smiles at him, eyes lit up and lovely.

Tony is never going to forget this moment, this warmth in his chest.

“And Benjamin Parker-Stark.”

Their family loses their shit and both Friday and Karen have ample proof.

(@puppypeter look, omega tones! @tonystarkisaslut thank you so much for allowing me to use the prompt board! I am still accepting prompts! Although I can't guarantee getting them ready within a few days, I'll try to finish them on the one week mark depending on how long the fic is!)