A request where alpha tony and omega Peter tries to have a kid but couldn't be able to. Inspired by the beginning of up Disney movie
Not gonna lie, this one was a difficult request. I'm still not confident that I could do it properly. Hope you still like it anon.
on ao3
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Pairing : Tony Stark/Peter Parker
Tags : A/B/O, Alpha!Tony, Omega!Peter, Hurt/Comfort, insecure Peter, sweet Tony
TW : Infertility, Talks of miscarriage
CW : Zero medical knowledge
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Seeing Peter so happy really brightened Tony's mood. Both of them had been working too much for the last month and could barely make time for each other. But now that all SI works were done, they were finally able to come to the picnic stop Peter wanted to visit for so long.
Seeing his Omega happy was all that Tony needed. "Babe!" Peter called, "Hurry up. It's even prettier here."
"How can that be when I'm looking at the prettiest view right now." at Tony's flirting Peter rolled his eyes but the blush rising on his cheeks gave him away. The only thing Tony loved more than making Peter moan was making him blush.
"Shut up and bring your ass here, Alpha." Tony just laughed and walked faster. Peter wasn't exaggerating. It really was a pretty view. But Tony's point still stood strong.
Although they weren't the only ones there, it was relatively quiet. They set up their picnic blanket and pulled out their sandwiches.
They talked about all mundane things and just enjoyed each other's presence. Something they haven't been able to do in a long time.
"Hey Pete, we should stop by some pastry shop while going home. I suddenly want some cake." when Peter didn't reply Tony turned to look at time and saw Peter looking at a family there.
It was a family of an Alpha mother, Omega father and their two pups running around. The kids weren't older than five and kept bringing flowers and pretty stones for their parents. It was quite cute a sight.
Peter looked at Tony with a little smile and laid down on his chest. "We could go to that café you like so much."
"Mhm, we sure can." Tony's looked down at the boy laying on his chest, "Something on your mind honey?"
"How do you feel about babies?" Peter sits up.
"Our babies?" Tony gets up too, feeling it's a serious conversation.
"Yeah. Y'know, we've been mated for three years now and we are easily qualified to take care of a pup or two until they're eighteen. So maybe it's time." Peter explains looking down on his hands.
Tony cups Peter's face with both his hands and puts their foreheads together, "A bigger family does sound good."
Peter smiles at him, "Do you think we'll be good parents?"
"We'll be the best."
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They would be the best parents, Tony has no doubts on that, if they'd gotten the chance.
"The shape of your womb is too small Mr. Parker. It wouldn't be possible for you to conceive and even if you do the pup will not live." Dr. Blooms explains in a gentle voice. But, Tony sees how with each word Peter is breaking.
"There are no options for us? Nothing?" Tony asks.
Dr. Blooms smiles sadly at them, "I'm sorry Mr. Stark."
The ride back home is filled with silence. Tony is feeling devastated. After Peter brought it up, all he could do was think about having kids with Peter. But Tony knows than no one is hurting more than Peter. So he lets his emotions take back seat and prepares himself to the one who comforts his Omega.
Reaching home Peter goes straight to the washroom muttering about wanting to take a shower. Tony sighs and sits down on the bed. He knows they need to talk. And delaying it will only cause more problems. As he waits for Peter to more out, Tony notices that the sound of the shower has been going at the same rate for too long.
It sounds like the water is hitting something on the bottom and the pace doesn't change. He quickly runs to the en-suite and knocks on the door. "Peter. Peter, are you okay?" No reply. Getting worried Tony JARVIS to open the door.
Stepping inside Tony sees Peter sitting under the shower with his legs tucked close to his chest, head on his knees and hands wrapped around his head. The water keeps falling on him.
Tony quickly turns off the shower, uncaring of getting wet. He quietly clswears when he finds Peter's body ice cold. Wrapping a towel around the Omega's body, Tony carries him to their bed. "JARVIS, heat up the room." instantly the room temperature increases.
Tony wraps around a few more blankets around Peter and hugs him close, hoping that the body heat will help him. "What were you thinking, honey?" Peter doesn't answer. "I know all this is especially difficult for you. But what would I do if something happened to you, huh?"
"It would be better that way." comes a whispered reply.
"What was that, sweatheart?" Tony heard Peter clearly but he wishes that it was wrong.
Peter moves away from Tony's hold and sits up straight. "It would be better that way." This time his voice his loud and clear.
"Peter, do you have any idea what you’re saying?" Tony is trying really hard to not let his rising anger get the best of him. He knows that's the opposite of what Peter needs right now.
"Why? It's not like I'm wrong. I can't-I can't even give you a baby. I'm a-a failure. A w-worthless Omega. Good for n-..."
"Peter."Tony cuts him off, unwilling to hear more. "Don't talk about yourself like that. Do you hear me? For me nothing is more important than you. You're my family. My Omega." Tony takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"For me, the day I met you was the best day of my life. I've never been more thankful for those horribly boring galas ever." Tony smiles at the memory. "While courting you, I was so sure I was gonna be rejected and even more when I wanted to ask you to mate with me. I knew you deserved better but I still wanted you. You make be the happiest person in life Peter. You come first. Forever." Tony isn't big on the feelings. It's hard for him to express his thoughts to words. But he hopes Peter understands what he's trying to say.
Peter keeps looking at him, not blinking. "So, you love me even if I can't give you pups?"
"Yeah Peter, I do." Tony nods.
"Really?"
"Really." Tony brings Peter closer again, tucking the smaller man under his chin. "I'll tell you this everyday. So that you can never forget." Peter falls asleep like that.
A few days later, Tony brings a file for adoption and puts it on Peter's hand. "Even if the pups are not biologically ours, we'd still be the best parents."
The end of life as Celesti had known it went something like a boat wreck.
It started with the warning signs: evidence that their accounts were being looked into, money trails that seemingly led nowhere and Peter claiming he had found contact with another underground rebellion.
But everytime she asked the other omega to see the messages he would find an excuse.
Maybe it was like his Hobbit fan fiction fase? Peter had started spending an incredible amount of time on the shared computer in the hallway and always closed the tab right before she could see what it was.
So one evening when Peter had cleaning duty she snuck on his account and found an huge amount of ThorinxBilbo smut.
The next day she had attempted to feign innocence but couldn’t help but ask peter if the reason Bilbo’s junk was so big was because it was equivalent with his feet.
After that he vowed to ignore her for the rest of the week but, them being the only Omega’s and the rest of people in the bunker just being fucking weird, he caved after 7 hours.
After the warning signs came the inevitable blow in the form of an ear piecing alarm and the red warning lights flashing on. Navigation had never been Celesti’s strong suit, even though she had lived in the underground bunker for over 6 years she sometimes still got lost on her way home after her shift.
Now, with her brain overstimulated by the flashing lights and a screeching alarm, getting to the other side of the complex seemed impossible.
So she did what was in her mind the next best thing: dove head first into the hole everyone threw their laundry in.
Crawling into the pile of soft cloth like a hamster burrowing in aspen shavings, she attempted to relieve the pain in her ears.
Just then fase 3 of the shipwreck came.
Silence.
Not a single pin drop was heard.
Buried under at least twenty layers of towels, bedsheets and clothes, Celesti, who usually was the main source of noise in the 67 people bunker, was now afraid to even breath.
How many times hadn’t she dreamed of the earth splitting above her head so she could crawl out and rejoin civilization. But she couldn’t. Not if she wanted to be free. Well as free as one can be when hunted by an oppressive government who didn’t see her as a human being.
She kept it together for the full 7 minutes and 45 seconds, which was a new record by the way. By that time it felt like the air in her safe place had run out and was bored out of her mind.
The best way to get to the surface of the huge pile was to make swim like movements and grab on to anything she could find (Ieuw was that a string?) Funking kinky betas.
When Celesti resurfaced it was pitch black in the laundry room. she felt around the wall until she reached the door but to her utter horror it was locked.
They were in the middle of freaking attack. And she was locked in the laundry room with a bunch of smelly beta socks.
The best way out was to crawl back up the laundry shaft so she braced herself on the sides of the narrow space and started the exhausting journey back up.
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Tears of frustration formed a tiny river from the young Omega’s face, into her hairline and onto the giant pile of laundry she was still stuck on. Her 23th attempt to crawl back up had resulted in being face planted by a goddamn bra.
This wasn’t her fault, she decided. It was all Tony Starks fault. If he hadn’t broadcasted his ‘omegas are weak and need to be cared for’ propaganda all over the world, she wouldn’t have to run and take suppressants. And she wouldn’t be stuck in this situation. Letting out a scream in frustration the 19 year old kicked her feet out.
“Hello! Is someone in here?”
If only she wasn’t so fucking impulsive. If she would have stopped to think about why that voice sound so familiar for five seconds, this entire situation could have ended differently. But she didn’t.
And when the voice offered to pull her out she gladly extended her arms towards him.
She’d even been stupid enough to hug him.
“Oh thank you so much. It was getting tight in there,” it took him just a second too long to put her down again after she’d released her vice like grip around his neck.
“What block are you from? Where do you work? What’s your name? Do I know you?” She fired questions at the stranger.
“My name is Grant but I don’t think we have met.”
Then why did he sound so damn familiar.
She reached out for him again in the darkness and her hands landen on his (very impressive) abdominal muscles.
“Damn, are you sure you’re a beta,” She mentally face planted as soon as the words left her mouth and was glad he couldn’t see her red face in the dark.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to feel you up,” She totally did. “I swear I’m not normally like this,” She totally was.
“It all right, sweetheart,” His giant hand cupped her face and she had to resist the urge to lean into it.
“Let’s get going now. I know the way,” he grabbed her hand an pulled her along.
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Steve never thought it would be this easy. She just went with him. No fuss.
Honestly he felt kind off bad for what he was about to do. But it was for het best for her.
She needed to be protected. Not locked away in a bunker.
“Grant? Do you know if my best friend got out? His name is Peter and he’s an omega too. He’s got curly brown hair and brown eyes. Tall.”
She was so godamn adorable. He was dying to see her face in real life. Peter had send some pictures of her to Tony but that wasn’t the same.
“Yeah, I crossed him in the hallway. We’re headed that way now.” He couldn’t help but run his tumb over her knuckles at her relieved little sigh.
The team had flashlight on and were making quite some noise.
Celesti started slowing as they neared the group. Her unadvanced eyes were not strong enough to recognize any of them but she instinctively hesitated.
“Grant, I don’t know if that’s -“ She started but Steve quickly cut her off “It’s okay, honey. It’s okay. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Celesti,”
By now he was dragging her along by her hand.
“I never told you my name,” She dug her heels into the ground. Steve turned around and she finally got a good look at his face. He could see the fear creeping into her eyes.
She was trying to pull her hand from his grip but he didn’t relent she raised he leg to kick him where the sun don’t shine. Luckily he grabbed her leg just in time and held onto it so she was left awkwardly hobbling on her other leg.
Over her shoulder Steve noticed Bruce approaching them with a needle in his hand. He pulled her closer by her leg, turned her around, held her hands in one hand and her chin up in the other.
“It’s going to be fine, sweetheart. It’s just a little pick. We’ll take care off the rest, “ he stroked her jawline with his tumb. Her angry curses turned into scared whines as soon as the alcohol swap met her skin.
“I know, I know. You’re scared but it will be over in a minute. Shhhh.”
Steve winched at the pained and terrified sound that left her when the needle entered her neck.
As soon as Bruce pulled the needle out he turned her to face him again and coed at how brave she was being. Tears covered her cheeks and her nose was running but he still pressed her face against his chest, hands tangled in her blond locks.
Slowly she sagged against him, her eyes fluttering closed. The super soldier carefully picked her up and walked towards the others.
Bucky was the first to approach them, greeting Steve with a passionate kiss and pressing his lips affectionately against the side of Celesti's head.
Next to walk up was tony “There she is. I was starting to think the little lady had somehow ran off. Where was she hiding?” Tony stroked the golden curls away from her face.
“She wasn’t really hiding. Poor thing got scared and crawled into the laundry room. She was stuck and couln’t get out,” Steve laughed affectionately.
“Now let’s get her out of here. She has spend enough time in this hellhole.”
After almost five years of writing, it’s time to say goodbye to our fave poly!family and leave the Broken Wings Verse to their (well earned) Happily Ever After!
How We Say Goodbye:
Name Reveal for Omega!Clint’s twins and a special homage to some very special characters
Character-Centric scenes for Beta!Natasha, Alpha!Thor, Omega!Loki, Omega!Pepper, the Parent!Omegas and Babies
Alpha!Tony comes to terms with trying to balance being Iron Man and being head of his family
Christmas Shenanigans at the Compound with present wrapping, tree decorating, cookie making and christmas music dancing
Merry Christmas in the Sweetest Way Possible, complete with a Rhodey/Tony moment
Special Edition Bookmark Reveal, created by @latelierderiot
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I’d love to read starker + tiny!innocent!peter with their first time 🥺🥺🥺 a/b/o would be great too
Okay okay okay something about this really screamed crossover to me so... here’s a Starker + Tangled crossover (you can guess who is who) with omegaverse and really dirty smut
Damn, I hope you like it anon! Really just took the smut and amplified it 👀👀
Warnings: omegaverse, sex pollen, fuck or die trope and dub-con, forced heat/rut, virgin peter, and I’m just gonna add coming untouched so I can put it on my bingo card because hot damn
Here’s my bingo card, the square coming untouched for @starkerfestivals
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Tony traces a finger up Peter’s leg, smirking when he jerks away with a huff. He loves working the pretty pink Omega into a fit— he’s so easily flustered, god— and watching his face heat up and scent turn sweet in embarrassment.
“C’mon, crazy— show me how you do the healing thing again."
Peter glares at him, crossing his arms, “Why? Why do you need to know, bandit?"
“Ooo, bandit, I like that,” Tony sprawls out on the ground, peering up at Peter through the tall blades of grass. Peter’s moving his hands, quick little motions that Tony is absolutely entranced by, and he realizes the pretty Omega is weaving a flower crown. Damn, that’s adorable. When Peter doesn’t answer him, Tony turns onto his stomach and crawls closer, “Aww— don’t be like that, pipsqueak. You don’t have to show me anything."
Peter’s face scrunches up, his fingers stilling in their movement.
“Fine."
Tony sits up taller, “Fine?"
“I’ll show you how I do it. Come here,” Peter waves him over and points to the spot right in front of where he’s sitting. They both cross their legs and shuffle until their knees are pressed together, Tony marveling again at how small and sweet the Omega in front of him is.
“Give me your hands,” he commands, and Tony obeys, curious already. It’s truly unexpected when Peter grabs his wrists, guiding Tony’s fingers to tangle in his curls. “Hold on, okay?” Peter confirms, waiting until Tony nods.
Peter releases his hands and pushes his chest slightly, backing him flush against the boulder he’s resting on. Tony’s breathing picks up, speechless as Peter straddles his lap, sliding down until their chests are flush together. Through it all, Tony cradles Peter’s head reverently, jaw dropped in awe.
With one last shuffle, Peter leans forward and rests their foreheads together. He breathes deep, placing his delicate hands on Tony’s cheeks, and starts singing— low and sweet under his breath. When his eyes open again, there’s a golden rim around his iris, and his scent is heady, strong and deep with desire.
“Omega,” Tony gasps, tugging on Peter’s curls until his head tips back, exposing the long, pale column of his unblemished throat.
“Please,” Peter begs, lips falling open in a cry of pleasure, shaking the foundation of the forest around them, “touch me, Alpha— please."
Tony flips them and pins Peter to the ground, easily slotting between his legs and fitting his teeth around Peter’s neck, growling low and possessive. Peter’s scent is thick around them, and all Tony feels is insatiable heat, low in his gut.
What the hell?
With a snap, he pulls off Peter’s neck and looks down at the tiny Omega, using a thumb on his chin to force eye contact. Peter’s eyes are hazy, still ringed gold, and his lips spread in a saccharine smile.
“What’s wrong, Alpha?” he purrs, wiggling in Tony’s hold.
“What did you do?"
Peter’s face twists in confusion, “What do you mean?"
“I mean,” Tony gestures down, to where their obvious erections press together insistently, “I know we were having some magical moments— and I know you think I’m a scoundrel— but I’m usually not this horny at the drop of a hat. What was in that healing spell, Pete?"
“I’m not... I’m not sure,” he stutters, looking up at Tony fearfully, “It usually heals and does the... the... aging thing. It’s never... I’ve never..."
Tony understands, oh god does he understand. With the most restraint he’s ever show, Tony picks himself off the needy Omega, making sure their skin and bodies aren’t touching. Peter whines, but Tony ignores it, has to ignore it.
“I’m sorry, Petey, I really am— but there’s not way I’m stealing your virtue like this. As much as I’d love to, you deserve better than a romp in the mud, especially with an Alpha like me."
Peter sits up and reaches towards him, “No! What? I need you, please Alpha—"
“I can’t do that, Peter, please,” he begs backing away further. “I’m going to take care of... this,” he motions awkwardly to the obvious tent in his pants, “over there. And I suggest you do the same. We can talk in the morning."
The last thing Tony sees as he hurries away is the broken expression on the sweet Omega’s face, and his delicate hands tearing at layers of clothes.
Tony sighs, thankful to be out of temptation’s way, as he pulls out his cock hastily.
It’s gonna be a long night.
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Tony can’t come. It’s been an hour and his cock is purple, drooling and throbbing, with no knot and no release in sight. Every stroke is painful— not to mention the agony of hearing Peter cry just across the clearing.
He’s strong, but he’s not that strong.
The scent of Omega heat reaches him where he kneels in the dirt, and he’s up and moving without a second thought. When Peter sees him— strutting across the forest and over to the cave where Peter has tried to den himself— the Omega sobs, holding out his arms in a silent invitation.
Tony kneels next to him, scenting for hurt and distress on his Omega. He knows it’s his fault Peter is so needy, so drippy and sad, and helps him by petting his hair, shushing him softly. Their skin presses together, and Tony can feel the heat fever already.
“M’sorry ‘mega,” he growls, feeling his rutting fangs extend in preparation. Peter’s eyes are closed and he claws at Tony’s back, singing a chorus of, “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha,” that is making Tony salivate.
He turns Peter around, moving the remains of his shirt and pants to give the Omega some cushioning to rest on as he arches his ass into the air, and leans down to taste. Slick is pouring out of his Omega, ripe and untouched in his arms. He latches his mouth to Peter’s sweet lips and sucks, using both hands to hold his hips in place as he coaxes more and more of Peter onto to his tongue, into his mouth.
Peter is panting and pleading with him for “more, Alpha,” but Tony knows the sweet, virginal Omega has no idea what he’s asking for. He watches Peter’s face for discomfort as he pushes in a finger, groaning as it easily slides up to the second knuckle. Peter drops his chest to the earth and cries out, pushing back into Tony’s hand.
“More, more, more Alpha!” he shouts, tiny cock twitching adorably as his pussy desperately clutches around Tony’s finger, almost as if it’s trying to draw him in further.
With a growl, Tony shoves another finger inside, working Peter’s body with one hand and using his other to stroke himself, coating his cock in wet, Omega slick. He knows the tingling in the back of his head, the rush of aggression and hormones means he’s hitting a rut as well, but none of it matters— not with the world’s prettiest Omega writhing under him and calling him Alpha.
His fingers pull out and bring an obscene amount of slick with them, that Tony immediately uses on his cock, pumping it desperately as he sidles up behind Peter. He crouches behind the Omega, putting his hands on Peter’s waist as the tip of his cock slides in between glistening lips, bumping up against his entrance.
Peter jerks, panting, as he looks up at Tony, “Wh... what is that, Alpha?"
“My cock, ‘mega. M’gonna fill you up, make the hurt go away,” Tony can barely get the words out before he’s sinking in, breathing hard as the Omega’s velvety slick passage is stretched wide around his cock. And he’s tight— oh, fuck, he’s tight. Tony’s never fucked a virgin, never even had an Omega in heat, and he can’t stop the way his hips immediately start to thrust, pistoning in and out of Peter’s trembling body.
“Perfect, fuck Peter— so perfect for me."
Peter whines and clenches down, “So full, Alpha! Please, need more."
That’s all the permission Tony needs to pick up his pace, slamming their hips together brutally as he fucks the Omega into the forest floor. His tony body fits perfectly into Tony’s hands, and Peter keens so beautifully when the Alpha changes angles, driving down mercilessly into his sweet spot.
Peter screams, “That! Right there!” and Tony snarls, giving the needy Omega exactly what he’s asking for. He reaches around, groping at Peter’s slight waist and chest, until he can take two handfuls of soft breast— barely a handful, but still soft and alluring— and pinch down on those pretty nipples, hard.
His Omega shakes apart, wailing, “Alpha, Alpha, oh, oh— I’m gonna, oh!” before painting the ground with his release, milking Tony’s cock as he fucks him through his orgasm relentlessly. The pressure is fucking heaven, and Tony’s thrusts shorten, turning into a shallow grind, as he feels his knot expanding.
Peter’s breathing picks up, little mewling sounds escaping as Tony fucks him with his knot, working past the Omega’s oversensitive entrance with a few filthy circles of his hips.
“S’it bigger? Why’sit bigger?” Peter whines, wiggling in discomfort.
Tony shushes him, falling to his knees as the knot finally slips in with a pop, releasing load after load of Alpha cum deep into his belly. “F-fuck, Pete. Just... oh, baby just breathe, okay?” he tries soothing Peter as the smaller boy starts to whimper— loose and boneless on the ground.
It’s difficult, but Tony manages to get them situated on their sides, pulling over a bedroll to keep his perfect Omega off the dirt and earth. He wraps Peter up in his arms. He buries his nose in Peter’s curl, damp with sweat, and breathes deep.
“T-tony?” Peter turns back to look at him, precious tears clinging to his eyelashes, “What happened... to your... your...” he squeezes down on Tony’s knot purposefully, and then blushes, hiding is face in embarrassment.
This Omega is too much, Tony thinks as he groans— another wave of pleasure rolling through him, pumping more and more cum into the sweet, pure boy in his arms. “God, Pete— you’re gonna kill me. It’s... it’s my knot, sweetheart. Keeps us locked for a bit,” at Peter’s sad whine, Tony hums and pets his side soothingly, “but— with your heat, I bet I can make you come on it again."
“C-come on it?” Peter whispers, sounding overwhelmed and terrified, and Tony recoils a bit when his sugary-sweet scent turns bitter, distressed.
Oh god, “No, no baby, just rest, okay? I’ll take care of you. I promised, remember?"
Peter’s body relaxes and curls back into Tony’s arms, sighing gently, “I do. Thank you, Alpha. And then... and then we can go see the lights?"
Tony chuckles, already reaching a hand around to work Peter’s sweet little Omega cock back to hardness.
Omega!Peter having had the spider bite AND being in heat
So an Omega in heat is just super sensitive anyway, their senses are heightened, especially touch and smell. They feel everything to the point that they normally end up overstimulated and fussy BUT Peter was already overstimulated a lot of the time anyway. He can hear everything, he can feel everything, smell everything anyway. And it is barely possible but being in heat just takes all his senses up to maximum and it is just too much.
Peter’s heats are just too much, he just spends the whole time laying on the softest sheets with barely a blanket on him, a sound proof room, barely moving. He begs and whimpers for his Alpha but when Tony has come into the room, even the smell of him is too much, the touch makes Peter sob and shake, recoiling because he can’t handle it. They don’t last very long but Peter hates them so much, he can barely remember them after they are done, except the feeling.
