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the-mad-starker · 3 months

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Starker Fluff: LUV U, from Morgan💗

For @starksvinyls in @starkerfestivals Starker Valentine's Day Exchange 💗💗

I chose this prompt!

Prompt: Their kid’s first valentine’s day in grade school and them helping prepare

I hope you like it and that my fluff was sufficient 🥺 I don't write fluff much but I had fun writing this!! And of course, the hardest bit was finding a title and I finally went with this 😱 the LUV U, from Morgan💗 is supposed to be towards the entire starker fandom cause I love you guys 💗

Rating: G

Notes: Omegaverse, married starker, mpreg (Peter is currently pregnant in the fic), domestic fluff

WC: 2662

(AO3 Link)

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Tony Stark, perusing down the aisle of a local Walgreens? More likely than you think. Especially when he's being led by the hand by his 6 year old daughter, Morgan.

The little alpha girl was determined because she had seen the softest, prettiest blankets and had wanted to get them for her best friends.

“There! There!” She did a kind of hop skip, jerking impatiently in place because of her grip on Tony’s hand.

For such a little girl, her grip was strong but even then Tony just grinned and hurried along. Once they were close enough, Morgan let him go and eagerly reached up on her tippy toes to get the large throw blanket.

Tony could've easily gotten it for her but she was at that age where she wanted to do everything by herself so Tony let her when it was possible.

The blanket was almost bigger than her, a cute turquoise blue that was decorated with cute candy hearts. Once Morgan had it in her hands, she rubbed her face against a candy heart that said “LUV U.”

“It's so soft,” Morgan marveled, “just like Mama’s nest blankets.”

She ran her little hand over the blanket’s surface and looked up at Tony with those honey brown eyes she inherited from her mama and Tony’s mate, Peter.

“Do you think they’ll like it?” she asked with all the seriousness a 6 year old was capable of.

Tony knew a simple yes wouldn't do it so he bent down on a knee and held out a hand.

Morgan offered it to him and Tony took it. He ran a critical eye over it and let out some serious sounding hmm’s and ahh’s.

The blanket was soft and warm, the fabric especially tailored to omegas and meant for their nests. There was even a little pouch area where an alpha could insert an included heart candy shaped pillow. An alpha could scent the pillow and it could be inserted into the pouch so that the alpha’s scent could soothe the omega it was given to.

It was a popular gift given by alphas for good reason.

Of course, the price for it reflected that but money had never been an issue. He could easily get something of much better quality but this was the one Morgan wanted to give. And so, it was the one they were getting.

It really was a cute gift and even though Morgan and her besties were far from the ages where such gifts were really intended for, blankets were common gifts given between friends. Besides, just because it was tailored to omegas didn't mean alphas couldn't receive it as gifts too. Sharing scents between friends was a common gesture of affection, after all.

Overall, Tony thought it was a thoughtful gift for Morgan’s best friends.

“They’re gonna love it, Morguna,” Tony announced, showing his approval.

Morgan gave a large smile and proudly said, “I like it too! And look! There's a few different colors!”

Morgan took back the blanket with a happy smile and Tony smiled too, infected by her enthusiasm.

This time, Morgan watched as Tony pulled a few more blankets, each color getting the young alpha’s approval.

Once their main objective was secured, they checked out the rest of the aisle. Besides getting her besties their gifts, Morgan was also handing out Valentine's Day cards along with a small little gift baggie.

The Valentine's Day aisle was full of gifts. Fuzzy blankets, slippers, and of course, lots and lots of chocolate and candy. Across from the gifts was an aisle completely full of plushies of various sizes.

Tony had the pleasure of helping her load their little basket with goodies to make for goodie bags for the rest of her classmates. For the most part, he indulged Morgan’s choices, especially since she mostly went for cute pencils, stickers, erases, and mini notebooks. They were sold as sets, all intended for the little goodie bags that the Stark family would be setting up.

The little Valentine’s Day cards that sported the Avenger’s faces were ignored. Morgan had seen so much Avengers merchandise that she was mostly immune to it. Plus, for some reason they always made Iron Man’s face a little funky.

Instead, Morgan’s eye was caught by cute little animal themed Valentine’s Day cards which she happily put into the basket.

Tony did turn a blind eye to the little Spider-Man and Iron-man pair of plushies she snuck into the basket. It wasn't exactly easy to ignore when they were as big as her arm.

“For Mama and Daddy,” Morgan told him anyway. Then she held up a squishmallow of Spider-Man that was the size of her hand and asked, “For Morgan?”

Tony was supposed to be the stern parent but he quickly melted to Morgan’s puppy eyes. “How can we have a Spider-Man and Iron-man without a little baby Spider-Man?”

At Tony’s comment, her eyes lit up and she quickly went back to where she found the baby Spidey, only to come back with another little Iron-man of the same size.

Tony should've known and yet, when she looked up at him, offering the toy with the question, “For baby Benny?” Tony could only melt at her request.

Even mentioning the baby that Peter was carrying had Tony turning into a pile of mush. The baby in Peter’s belly was, according to Google, the size of a papaya at week 21. Their second pup, Morgan’s little brother that she was already spoiling.

Peter often blamed Tony for it, but they both knew that their little Morgan was just a thoughtful and excited Big Sister to Be.

“Of course, baby girl,” Tony smiled wide, lowering the basket so she could put the toy in. “We can't forget baby Benny.”

“Course not!” Morgan nodded oh so seriously, a satisfied smile on her face.

While they waited in line, Tony took a quick picture of their haul and sent it to his mate. Peter’s exasperated but fond response had Tony grinning.

My Love, My Mate, Hubby ❤️

We’re going to have a whole room dedicated to plushies of us and the team, aren't we? 🧐

Received

Tony Stark

Guess I shouldn't spoil what Pepp and Rhodey got the kids.

Sent

The conversation ended there as Tony and Morgan were next in line. A few minutes later, the two left and returned home.

There were plans. Plans which involve Morgan going to bed at 8 PM, the latest, but of course, things never panned out the way they wanted.

Morgan was too excited for Valentine's Day and even more so when they returned to find cupcakes waiting for them. Tony and Morgan had gotten the goodies while Peter had gotten the bags and cupcakes.

What followed was a night of chaos, as Peter, Tony, and Morgan worked together to put the goodie bags together.

Between the two of them, Peter was the genius as he set up the empty goodie bags on the table. Tony was regulated to organizing the packs of stickers, pencils, and erasers.

Their Morgan was fairly popular but she only called maybe two other kids her besties. For these, she personally picked out their stuff, but for the rest, Tony took over.

It was messy. It was a little chaotic.

Tony could've easily just gotten some grunts to do this or even easier, just bought some standard goodie bags. But as he was dropping pieces of candy, one by one, into each bag, he couldn't help but watch his two favorite people.

Morgan and Peter were across from him, working on the cards.

“This one for Parker?” Peter held up a card with some cute little frogs and read the front, “I hop we stay friends forever!”

“Oh!” Morgan giggled at the words and nodded. “Yeah, they’ll like that! They like frogs!”

Morgan took the card and focused on writing her classmate’s name with Peter’s supervision.

“P-A-R-K-E-R,” Peter instructed gently.

Morgan’s pencil was steady as she wrote and she echoed back each letter.

“...K… E…R!” She cheered as she finished. “Like this?”

A sweet smile crossed Peter’s face and kissed the top of Morgan’s head.

“Good job, baby.” he said then smiling down at the name, he added, “Did you know Mama's last name used to be Parker?”

Morgan looked up at Peter with a surprised look.

“Your last name’s Stark though! Like mine,” she said, 100% confident.

Peter just laughed and smiled. “Yeah, it's Stark now but before I met your Daddy, my name used to be Peter Parker.”

Morgan’s mouth formed a little O as she thought about it.

“I like it,” she decided, “But I like mama as Peter Stark too.”

Peter laughed again before agreeing wholeheartedly. “I like it too.”

Their laughter and soft giggles had Tony looking up, pausing in his own task. He had caught the tail end of the conversation and couldn't help the warmth that spread throughout his body as he looked at them. His pup. His mate. This moment… It was just part of their daily lives. It wasn't even Valentines Day and all they were doing was preparing for a little kid party.

A moment in time, something normal, and just every day. And yet… Tony felt like he could capture this moment, have it become one of his core memories. Morgan and Peter, their heads bent low as they worked together. Morgan’s little fingers curled around a pencil while Peter watched her, one hand on his pregnant belly, and the other fiddling with another Valentine's Day card.

“Love… M… o… r… g… a… n…!” their daughter cheerfully completed the card.

Morgan then looked up, as did Peter.

“Tony?” Peter asked curiously. He arched a brow even as Morgan reached over to hand the card to the alpha. “Anything wrong?”

He took a second to reply, just taking in the sight of Morgan looking at him curiously and Peter’s familiar and much loved face.

“Absolutely nothing, sweetheart,” Tony replied.

He took the card and continued putting the goodies in the bag. This time, he focused so they could get everything done in time. Even then, he had one ear listening to his mate and pup and occasionally, if he looked up and watched them joke around and write the cards, no one would blame him.

Truly, there was absolutely nothing wrong in his world.

His heart was full and he was not lacking anything in the world when he had these two– his family, his loves. His smile only grew wider when he thought of baby Benny.

There was absolutely nothing wrong and everything right.

After they finished, they were left with several neat rows of goodie bags, each one tucked by hand written cards by their sweet alpha girl. They made sure to praise her. Morgan had inherited Tony’s busy mind so being able to sit down for the hour was an accomplishment. It helped that Peter coached her and kept her attention by engaging her about her classmates.

Once dinner passed and then bedtime, Tony carried their kid to get washed up and from there, Peter took over.

Tony caught a glimpse of them, Morgan squealing as she ran into her room. Her arms were full of the plushies that were bought earlier, as well as the little heart shaped scent pillows for her best friends.

Peter tucked Morgan into her own big girl bed. There were a few blankets from their nest because even though Morgan was a big girl now (her words, not Tony's), she still couldn't fall asleep without the scent of her mama and papa. Tony hadn't protested the loss of their stolen blankets. He may even shed a tear when the day comes that she no longer needed or wanted to be scented by her parents but that day was somewhere far in the future.

By the time Tony came by, Morgan’s eyes were sleep heavy. They only fully close once Tony and Peter each give her a kiss on the forehead, exchanging “I love you”s and sleepy good nights.

Tony left the door open a crack and led his mate to their own comfy little nest with an arm around his waist.

When the lights turned on, Peter let out a soft little gasp when he was met by a huge bouquet of roses set by the bedside table.

“Oh…” He turned a pleased little smile towards Tony. “You know I don't need roses, Tony.”

Since Morgan was born, it felt like sometimes there was a fast forward button pressed on their days. There was just so much to do and so much to plan for. With the arrival of baby Benny, it would only get busier. And yet, Tony was determined to do his best to show how much he loved his mate and to do even these little things like get his roses whether it was Valentine's Day or not.

Tony hummed and wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist.

“I know, darling, but you deserve them,” Tony said. His hands slid towards Peter’s belly and he gently caressed the small bump there. “You're my partner in crime, the omega to my alpha, the mother to my kids– I love you, Pete. You've given me so much, let me give you flowers once in a while?”

“You give me so much more than just flowers, alpha,” Pete said in return. He cupped Tony's face in his palms, and the kiss they shared was as sweet as chocolate.

Tony sighed in contentment and breathed in the scent of his mate, his home.

“Wait– wait, don't distract me,” Tony huffed, pulling away to Peter’s surprise. “I have another gift for you.”

“Oh?” Peter questioned.

“Yeah, sit down,” Tony told him and Peter, with a healthy amount of curiosity, did as he was asked.

He only understood when Tony knelt down and took a hold of his foot, one hand cupping the sole whole the other rested on top.

“Oh!” Peter gasped, almost melting back into their nest of pillows and blankets.

“I learned a new thing,” Tony said as he massaged his mate’s aching foot. “I know it was around this time that it got particularly hard when you had Morgan and I felt bad that I couldn't help before… So just lay back and relax, babe.”

Peter had no complaints and by the time Tony was done, he had a fully relaxed mate cuddling into the pillows.

Inside him, Tony’s alpha was very pleased at being able to relieve some of Peter’s pain. He was even more pleased when he came into the nest and spent some time with the baby.

He caressed his mate’s pregnant belly, talking to baby Benny and peppering kisses on Peter’s belly. His soft words were mixed in with soft hmm’s from Peter and those words turned into a wordless pur when the omega started running his hand through Tony’s hair.

“Goodnight, baby Benny,” Tony whispered and pressed one more kiss to Peter’s belly. “Be good and let your mama rest, okay? You can go nuts when you come out, Papa will take care of you.

Peter chuckled, the soft laugher making his belly quiver beneath Tony’s touch.

“You say that now, but remember when Morgan came? You were a mess,” Peter teased him gently.

Tony kindly didn't mention that they had both been a mess as new parents but they had eventually found their way, hadn't they?

Morgan, being a great kid, was evidence of that.

Tony settled behind his mate, spooning against him so he could continue petting the soft skin of Peter's belly.

“I’m a pro now,” Tony protested quietly. “And I'm sure Benny will be a little angel.”

“Mhmm…” Peter murmured, already slipping into sleep. Tony nuzzled in close, kissing the spot right behind his mate’s ear.

He fell asleep to the sound of his mate’s purring, feeling content with his lot in life.

#starker #madStarker writes #fluff?!#omegaverse #mpreg #SFSecretStarkerValentines24 #moody mads

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greekgeek24 · 7 months

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#omega peter parker #mpreg peter #peter parker #starker #babies #honest

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dolores-20 · 9 months

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Once upon a time, in a world where superheroes and villains roamed the streets, there lived a young Omega named Peter Parker. Peter had always been drawn to adventure and heroism, using his incredible powers to protect the innocent.

One fateful day, Peter crossed paths with a proud Alpha named Tony. Tony was a strong and confident individual, dedicated to keeping the city safe. As they fought side by side, a deep connection formed between them, one that went beyond their roles as hero and ally.

As their relationship blossomed, Peter and Anthony explored the complexities of their dynamic. They cherished tender moments together, finding solace and comfort in each other's arms. Their love grew stronger with each passing day.

But their story took an unexpected turn when Peter discovered he was pregnant. As an Omega, he never expected to become a mom, but he embraced this new chapter with courage and determination. Peter and Tony faced the challenges of parenthood together, supporting each other every step of the way.

When the time came to take their child, Harley, to daycare for the first time, Peter and Tony felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. They watched as their little one embarked on their own journey, growing and discovering the world around them.

As Harley grew older, they developed into a strong and protective Alpha. They always stood by their Omega parent, ensuring their safety and happiness. Peter and Tony were proud of the person Harley had become, but they also had to navigate the challenges of letting go and allowing their child to forge their own path.

One day, Harley introduced their new boyfriend to Peter and Tony. As concerned parents, they expressed their worries and concerns, wanting to ensure Harley's well-being. But they also recognized the importance of supporting their child's happiness and growth.

Through emotional scenes and heartfelt conversations, Peter, Tony, and Harley learned to navigate the complexities of their relationships. They experienced growth, reconciliation, and the power of unconditional love.

In the end, their story was a testament to the strength of family bonds and the beauty of embracing the unexpected. It was a tale of love, adventure, and the power of a parent's unwavering support.

#starker #ironspider #harley keener #mpreg peter parker #omega peter #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #fluff #starker fic

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starkerscoop · 1 year

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limitless devotion

Two words: devoted Tony

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With all of the hormonal shifts Peter was experiencing throughout his pregnancy, just about anything could set him off. It always happened at the most unexpected times, and as a result his loved ones began to walk on eggshells around him. Their hesitance served to upset him further, and they resigned themselves to acting the way they usually did, knowing that any move they made could be the wrong one. Peter was aware of how uncomfortable that made all parties involved. He did his best to keep his emotions in check, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

One such occasion came on what had been a calm Thursday night. Tony had come home from work earlier than usual, his worry for Peter shooting through the roof the further he got into pregnancy. He wanted to be around as much as possible and was planning on taking time off of work to be there for Peter and the baby. Once he did, he wouldn’t go back until the baby was at least a year old. He’d never been as thankful as he was now for his privilege as owner and CEO.

Tony had left Peter to rest in their bedroom, unable to lie still after Peter drifted off. He found himself in the kitchen, the bright light from the refrigerator illuminating his face, and rummaged around until he found a container of pistachio ice cream. Peter was on a pistachio kick as of late, to the point where Tony could easily find at least five pistachio-flavored items in the kitchen if he felt inclined to.

He tugged off the lid and tossed it onto the counter. With one hand cradling the container to his chest, Tony felt around blindly for a spoon. His fingers curled along the cool silver of a spoon laying conveniently by the sink, and he snatched it up with a small, victorious cheer. Armed with everything he needed to enjoy his ice cream, Tony wandered over to the nearest couch and plopped down. He dug his spoon into the container before feeding himself, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth as the flavor hit his tongue. Tony switched on the TV and settled back, occasionally spooning himself ice cream. This is the life of kings, he thought.

Tony was brought out of his contented state when he heard a gasp from the entrance to the living room. He glanced over to check out the source of the sound and found Peter staring at him with wide, betrayed eyes.

“Are you okay, honey?” Tony asked, concern filling his chest.

Peter’s face fell, tears making their way to his eyes. “You ate my ice cream.”

“You can have the rest,” Tony assured him, holding out the container. When faced with silence, he peered down at the container and was horrified to find it empty. “Pete…”

“I’ve been saving that all week,” Peter sniffled. “You know how I crave pistachio. I wanted to have it on our movie night on Friday. I was so excited to finally eat it.”

“I’ll get you more before we have our movie night,” Tony promised. “I’ll get some first thing tomorrow.”

Peter sighed woefully. “They’re out of pistachio, Tony. There’s a shortage. If I could’ve gotten more I would’ve just done it.”

As Tony struggled to come up with a response, Peter turned away, shaking his head. He paused on his way out of the living room, just long enough to say, “I think it’s best if you sleep in a different room tonight. Take the couch if you’re feeling creative. I just can’t look at you right now.”

With that said, Peter returned to the master bedroom with slumped shoulders. The moment he was out of earshot, Tony fell back on the couch, groaning. The thing was, Peter had told Tony that he was saving the ice cream for their movie night. He’d been buzzing with happiness at the time. How could Tony have forgotten?

It felt worse to know that Peter wasn’t angry. He was upset and disappointed, and sure, ice cream may seem like a trivial thing to be upset over in the first place, but Tony preferred that his husband be cheerful. He strived to keep a smile on his face at all times, would do anything and everything to make him laugh. To know that he was failing and, furthermore, actively saddening Peter, was a kick to the gut.

“FRIDAY,” Tony barked, determination crossing his face. “Find me the nearest place that sells pistachio ice cream.”

“A Crossroads County Market in Wausau, Wisconsin is the closest grocery store with pistachio ice cream listed on its inventory. Would you like me to schedule a flight for tomorrow?” FRIDAY asked, not at all phased by the absurdity of the situation.

Just like her creator, she would go to extreme lengths to please Peter. It was a trait that could be found in all of Tony’s children. It made him proud, especially because he hadn’t programmed them to be that way. It served as further confirmation that Tony had chosen the right person to spend forever with.

“That’ll take too long.” Tony shook his head. “Send up Mark L. We’re going on a nighttime adventure.”

FRIDAY didn’t respond, but Tony didn’t need her to. He knew his command would be followed and was proven right when Mark L settled on the landing pad outside. Tony made his way out and joined the suit, allowing it to melt over his skin until he was fully covered. He usually kept this suit with him in case of emergencies, but this time it was in the lab for some tweaks. Tony hadn’t gotten to those yet, too absorbed by Peter’s presence and later by the TV.

He set off for Wisconsin at once, grumbling slightly when his interface lit up with his estimated time of arrival. The two hours he had until he reached his destination would be felt without a doubt, but it was a small price to pay to make his sweetheart happy. Besides, he had AC/DC to keep him company.

“FRI, be a dear and turn up the speakers.” Tony grinned, twirling in the sky when the first notes to AC/DC’s “Back in Black” trilled through the suit.

This would be fun.

It was not fun.

Tony reached the store five minutes before closing. The exhausted employees inside were sending him not-so-subtle scathing glares, but Tony paid them no mind. He was sorry to bother them, but he had a pregnant husband at home to take care of. With only a few minutes left, Tony was scurrying around the store like a chicken with its head cut off, desperate to find some pistachio ice cream.

He was able to find a freezer stocked with ice cream, but it was filled to the brim with different flavors and he was forced to take them all out to check the back. There, in the farthest corner, was a gallon of pistachio ice cream. Tony reached for it with eager hands, scooping it up and holding it to himself protectively. He shoved all the other containers back in the freezer, having enough wits about him left to be more courteous to the employees than he had been.

Tony made it to the checkout counter with thirty seconds left until closing. He had a terrifying moment where he thought he didn’t have money with him, but he managed to find a hundred dollar bill in one of his pockets, and tried not to feel offended when the cashier scrutinized it with suspicious eyes.

His bill seemed to pass the test, because the cashier shrugged and kept it, giving him his change and his ice cream.

“Have a nice night.” Tony nodded at the cashier, dropping all of his change into the tip jar. The cashier brightened up, giving Tony their first smile of the night. It was bright enough that their cheeks must have hurt from the stretch.

“Goodnight, sir. Thank you for the tip.”

Tony wasted no time hopping back into his suit. The adrenaline that had come with his frantic rush was slowly dwindling, and as Tony set off on his journey home with the hard-earned ice cream clutched to his chest, he grew more aware of the intense ache behind his eyes. FRIDAY didn’t say anything about the frequent rate at which his eyes were slipping shut. At least, not until he almost flew head-first into a cell phone tower.

“Boss, may I suggest switching to autopilot before you fall asleep?” FRIDAY prodded.

Tony’s eyebrows slanted downwards. “No you may not.”

“The ice cream will be safe,” she assured him.

Tony heaved an exhausted sigh. “It goddamn better be, FRIDAY, or I’ll replace you with an Alexa.”

Anything FRIDAY might have said in retort fell upon deaf ears. Tony was asleep within seconds. She watched over him and his ice cream throughout the entire journey home, carefully avoiding planes and birds alike, with the tightest grip she could manage without breaking the container.

It was nearing three in the morning by the time they settled on the landing pad. FRIDAY hesitated, torn between allowing her creator to get his rest and rousing him so he could get in bed. She decided to guide the suit into the penthouse, towards the guest room closest to the master suite. She wanted to respect Peter’s earlier words, and she knew Tony was happiest when closest to Peter, so this seemed like the best compromise possible at the moment.

FRIDAY commanded the front of the suit to glide back into its housing unit. The sudden lack of support had Tony collapsing face-forward onto the bed in the guest room. She made sure his breathing wasn’t muffled by the pillows, briefly concerned by his rough fall, before allowing the suit to take full form again and heading to the kitchen.

Her last, and seemingly most important, task was to place the tub of ice cream in the freezer. Once that was taken care of, FRIDAY sent the suit back to the lab and aimed her focus at the CCTV cameras stationed around and in the tower, as per her usual night routine. No one would be harming the Starks under her watch.

In the quiet of the night, peace settled over the penthouse.

#starker #ironspider #starkerscoopwrites #omega peter parker #alpha tony stark #mpreg

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gayspacesprinkles · 1 year

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Kevin is a close second

Everyone talking about prego Peter and soon I will draw him big with pup(s)

#starker #ironspider #tnpt #tonypeter #tony/peter #my art #ant draws #mpreg #a/b/o dynamics

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underburningstars · 2 years

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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.

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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."

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."

#starker #tony stark #peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #peter x tony #starker community #starker fandom #tony stark/peter parker #marvel #avengers #ao3 #fanfiction #tw mpreg #tw infertility #tw talk of miscarriage #Alpha!Tony #Omega!Peter

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The Greatest Gift — MPreg Starker (Happy Father´s Day!)

He had waited almost the statutory nine months for this. When his partner, his lovely and younger partner with tears in his eyes, told him right away, "You're gonna be a father," Tony Stark knew he couldn't be happier.

So he started planning everything, buying things they would need in advance. Constantly every time Tony got the idea of what his life would be like from now on, a lump formed in his throat and he was a nervous wreck; the same thing was happening to Peter.

That baby, which they now knew was a boy, was being part of the fruit of their intense love. A love that over time had been cultivated until it blossomed and was finally reciprocated without haste, and without pause. He admired the patience and faith that Peter had had for years. And now that they would be first-time parents... well, boy, they both knew they would have a lot to learn.

But most important of all, they were in this together, and they would have a lifetime together to become the best parents their child could have.

"I love you," Tony had told him when he held their son for the first time. For goodness, he was so small, he looked so fragile.... Tony wanted to protect him at all costs. Protect them both, because if Peter was his other half in the world, then this little creature had been born at the right time and place, with parents willing to sacrifice themselves to take care of their little one's every need. As Peter continued to hold his baby in rapt attention, Tony squeezed his hand, resting his chin on his hair.

Little Benjamin Howard Stark was moving his little hands, even in his sleep.

#Starker #MPreg #My writing #My moodboard #Starker fandom #Tony Stark #Happy Father´s Day #Marvel #My edit #Peter Parker #Happy Father´s Day!

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Peter getting kicked out because he’s pregnant and Tony taking him in

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Omega mates Peter and Tony dealing with dual pregnancies due to having had their heats at the same time

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Steve...What The Fuck?

Chapter 4 - Peter Parker Finds Love

Summary: After Bucky takes Peter to the hospital, things slowly start to get better.

Warnings: omegaverse, omegaverse type sexism/homophobia, abuse, past violence/rape/abuse, suicidal thoughts, wanted mpreg, angst with a happy ending.

Notes: This is...so long overdue. I started this two years ago, and I haven’t updated in a year. But during polling, it was unanimously voted to continue because people liked the story! So here we go!

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Peter wakes up from surgery in a lot of pain; but for once, it quickly goes away. He opens his eyes and sees a nurse smiling down at him, a hand moving from the button on his IV. “Heya baby, you were whimpering so I went ahead and gave you a dose of morphine. How do you feel?”

Peter whimpers again, looking around the room. “Alpha?” he croaks.

“The alpha that brought you in is talking with your doctor right now sugar, don’t worry. We can fill you in on everything later. Right now, we’re all concerned with how you feel.” The nurse pulls a chair up and sits next to him, petting Peter’s hair.

Her beta scent is welcoming, calming even. She feels like someone who would take good care of him, in another life. “Hurts,” Peter answers. His throat is killing him, and the nurse helpfully grabs a water cup with a straw. He takes a gulp, but whimpers in pain and pushes it away. “What’s wrong with me?”

The nurse hums softly, putting the water back down and going back to combing his hair with her fingers. “The doctor will explain it when he comes in, sweetie. I’ll be here the whole time though, and so will the alpha who brought you in.”

Peter nods, sniffling. “Bucky,” he says. “Does he have to be there?”

The nurse hesitates, but nods her head. “He saved you, baby, do you remember?”

Peter whimpers and shies away from her. “He’s the reason alpha tried to kill me,” he smells her distress, and it makes him whimper again.

“We can tell the police about that later,” she promises. “I’m not leaving your side, okay? I’ll stay between you and them the whole time.”

Peter looks into her beautiful face, her kind smile and warm brown eyes. “You’ll keep me safe?” he whispers, whimpering and letting out a sob.

She nods, taking his good hand and squeezing softly. “I promise, baby. If I’m not in here, I’ll get my friend to stay in here instead. She’s also a beta, and she’s very good at protecting people.”

Peter nods and takes a deep breath. “Okay. What’s your name?”

“My name is May, sweetheart.” She kisses his forehead, and then looks up when the door opens.

Peter notices that a lot of alphas come in all at once, and he starts to panic. May can smell it first, and tries to soothe him with coos and pets.

Bucky smells it next, and turns around. “I think one at a time will be better,” he says, his own voice thick with emotion. “Do you guys not have any betas on your team instead?”

One alpha in uniform raises his arms in defense. “We can come back. No betas, sorry.” Most of them leave, but Bucky and an alpha in a white coat comes over.

“Hi Peter,” the new alpha starts. “My name is Dr. Strange, I’m the lead surgeon on your case. Dr. Banner is busy, but he’ll be here soon. He’s a beta, and he’ll be taking care of you post-op.”

That’s a lot of words Peter doesn’t really understand, but he nods anyway.

“Good. I’ll discuss all of your injuries and what happened in surgery. Are you ready?” Peter nods, and so he looks at his notes. “You had a broken femur and internal bleeding in your thigh, both of which we fixed. You had internal bleeding due to being kicked and punched in your abdomen, but we managed to salvage your organs and stop the bleeding. You had three broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder, which do not need surgery, only time. Your throat was very bruised from strangulation, but no broken bones there. We fixed your nose, but other than that, there wasn’t much left to do. You’ll require a lot of PT and time to heal, but you should be stable from here on out. Any questions?”

Peter feels like he’s going to explode, he’s so confused and sad. “I’m going to live?” he asks sadly.

Bucky makes a wounded noise and he smells of guilt, but the doctor ignores him. “Yes, Peter. But you won’t have to go back to...your alpha. I have a friend who’s coming in later, he’s going to be helping you. If you have no more questions, I have two more things to discuss with you.”

Peter sniffles, grabbing May’s and looking up at Bucky. “Okay. What are they?”

Dr. Strange looks down at his clipboard, smelling uncomfortable. “Given that your alpha...um, won’t be around much anymore, you’re legally allowed to request your mating mark be removed. If that is something you are interested in, we can perform the surgery as soon as you would like; after going over the risks, of course. Then, we have a small procedure we can perform to ensure that...um...”

May pets his hair, smiling down at him. “We can make sure you don’t get pregnant, sweetheart.”

Peter winces at that, nodding immediately. “Yes, please. To both. I don’t care what the consequences are, get rid of him from me.”

Dr. Strange nods, already stepping back. “Alright. I’ll be back with forms and to explain the risks. Until then, I’ll give you a moment.” He leaves quickly, and the smell of awkwardness leaves with him.

Bucky clears his throat, smiling sadly at Peter. “Are you okay? Need a break?”

Peter looks to May, who only smiles encouragingly. He looks to Bucky again, wincing as he sniffles. “Why are you here?”

Bucky looks down at his shoes, swallowing thickly. He smells sad and guilty. “Mostly a guilt complex, honestly. I didn’t see you were...I didn’t want to see you were getting hurt. I owe it to you to make sure you don’t ever get hurt again.”

Peter nods slowly. He believes that Bucky won’t let him get hurt again. “And...and Alpha?”

Bucky works his jaw in anger, but he takes a deep breath to give off a comforting scent instead. “He’s arrested for now, no one is there to pay bail so he’ll be there until his trial. I’ll be a witness, I’m sure, and I’ll make sure he never see freedom again.”

Peter winces, the thought of his poor alpha sitting alone in a dark cell making him sad. But then he pictures his alpha angry and cursing, blaming Peter for being there, and he’s glad he’ll never has to live with the alpha again. “Thank you,” he says brokenly.

Giving the police reports sucked, but not as much as the two procedures. He had to be awake for both, and if May hadn’t been holding his hand, he might have cried himself to black out.

But he’s out now, feeling better and freer. The thought of abandoning Steve doesn’t hurt as much with the mark gone.

He got some good sleep, and then met Dr. Banner. He’s a beta, and Peter thinks he likes the man a lot more than Dr. Strange. He’s still awkward and stuff, but he’s warmer and nicer to Peter.

Bucky is always either in the hallway right outside his room, or he's in the room, watching over Peter and keeping him safe. May never leaves him alone either, and they both work together with Dr. Banner to make him feel better, slowly.

It’s another week before he meets him.

He wakes up slowly, smelling a new person there before he opened his eyes. He sees a dark haired man speaking with Bucky in hushed tones, and May is listening, pretending to read Peter’s vitals.

Peter sits up, which is difficult giving his injuries. The new man turns, a bright smile on his face and a calm scent relaxing Peter. “You’re awake,” the voice is soft, and so familiar... “Hey kid, how are you feeling?”

And when he calls Peter kid, it hits Peter like a truck. He tears up, and he knows he smells a strange mix of excitement and confusion. “you-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” the familiar voice says, walking closer. “It’s okay. I know it’s hard, I know it hurts. You’ll be okay.”

Peter starts to cry in earnest. “You. I heard you!” Peter says, whimpering in pain. May tries to calm him down, but Peter keeps going, and reaches for the man. “I heard you when I was dying,” he says. The man looks shocked, but he steps closer and takes Peter's outstretched hand. “I heard you.”

The man takes the seat May vacated, the beta obviously shocked at Peter’s display. “You heard me?” he asks.

Peter nods, whimpering and refusing to let go of Tony. “You said you would be waiting for me. You told me to hold on a little longer, to not die so help could get to me.”

The man is obviously a little off kilter, but he rolls with it. “Well, that’s something, isn’t it?” he asks rhetorically. “My name is Tony, I volunteer with the Omega shelters in New York. I work with omegas who have escaped situations similar to yours. I volunteered to help you through this rough time, is that okay?”

Peter nods vigorously, still crying. “You’re my angel,” he croaks. “You kept me alive.”

Tony smiles, leaning in and kissing Peter's hair softly. “And I always will now, kid. I’ll watch over you. I’ll keep you safe. You’re safe now, Petey. You’re safe with me.”

Peter’s eyes flutter closed at the words, hearing them so vividly just a week ago in his closet. It feels just as real now as it did then. He whimpers and keeps his eyes closed, refusing to let go of Tony.

“Does this usually happen?” he hears Bucky whisper.

Tony laughs breathily. “No. I’ve never had anyone say they know me before I’ve met them. They usually don’t trust me right away. Most of them never even let me touch them, just accept the money and the help and stay away from me. This is...new.”

Peter pulls Tony closer by the arm, and the alpha scoots the chair closer, petting the omega’s hair and cooing softly. “I’ll be right here when you wake up,” he promises.

And that’s enough.

It took Peter almost a year of physical therapy, and months of mental therapy, but he feels like a new omega. His divorce was finalized a while ago, and the trial started a week ago against Steve. Today, he has to take the stand.

Tony walks up behind Peter, smiling at him through the mirror. “You look beautiful,” the alpha says softly.

Peter leans back into the alpha’s chest, relaxing instantly. “Thank you.”

Tony hums, letting the silence sit for a moment while he hugs the omega from behind. “Do you still want to do this?” the alpha whispers. “They have enough to put him behind bars for life already.”

Peter smiles sadly, looking into the alpha’s eyes in the mirror. “With you, I can do anything.”

It was harder than he thought it would be, taking the stand. He froze at first, when he saw Steve. Steve was sitting in between his lawyers, giving Peter such an intense death stare that the omega fights the urge to bear his neck submissively.

But then Tony pretends to cough in his elbow, and Peter’s eyes snap to him instead. Tony smiles warmly at Peter, nodding in encouragement.

He answers all the questions with great difficulty, having to fight for every word to escape his throat. He describes how his alpha abused him from day one. How he was raped, how he was forced to do all the chores in an impossible time frame, how Steve would come up with creative ways to punish the omega. How he had many injuries, from burned hands to broken bones to bruises everywhere.

His lawyer, Matt, nods along and lets him talk without interrupting. Once the flow of words stop, Matt finally asks soft questions. “And the last time he hurt you, what did he do?”

Peter takes deep breaths, the smell of panicked omega sticking up the court room. “He hit me a lot. Punched and kicked me. I tried to crawl away, and he broke my ribs. He stepped on my leg and broke it. He strangled me.” Peter stops, takes a deep breath. He looks into Tony’s eyes, who is nothing but the picture of supportive alpha. “Then he...he turned me over, because I couldn’t fight anymore. He...”

Matt nods encouragingly. “It’s okay Mr. Parker, you can say it.”

“He...” Peter swallows, unable to look Tony in the eye when he says this part. “He raped me. That was it, he was done after that.”

Matt nods, tilting his head in the direction on the judge. “And Mr. Parker, do you know what caused this night to be so much worse than the others?”

Peter nods, taking a moment to calm himself down. “It was our anniversary. He...he had been cheating on me for a long time.” The jury already knew this from Becky’s witness testimony, so he doesn’t elaborate. “And I snapped. He forgot our anniversary, and was with...him. And I just...I couldn’t take it anymore. I begged him to set me free, to divorce me, so I wouldn’t have to live there anymore. And Bucky was--Mr. Barnes was upset, because he also thought Steve was going to divorce me. He left Steve, and that’s what triggered it.”

Matt nods again. “No further questions, your honor,” he says, finding his way back to his seat.

The cross examination was easier than he thought it would be. They already knew they had lost, so the attempts to discredit Peter were weak and unenthusiastic.

Peter was allowed off the stand, and Tony was there immediately, helping the omega down and comforting him.

Peter smiles as he wakes up, smelling coffee and eggs. It’s his 21st birthday, and he hasn’t felt this free on his birthday since he was 16. But with Steve behind bars for life, it’s easy to feel free.

It’s been a very long journey, one that Tony has been there for the entire way. Just like he promised.

He gets out of bed, waddling his way into the kitchen with one hand on his tummy. “Alpha,” he greets, sniffing the air. “That smells great.”

Tony looks over his shoulder, shooting Peter a giant grin. “Morning angel. Happy birthday!” He slides a plate of eggs and a mug of coffee to his omega.

Peter smiles back, blushing a bit. It always makes him feel so happy, when he doesn’t have to cook. Even though Tony has never set the expectation he has to cook, he mostly does because he likes it and is good at it. “Baby is excited for your eggs too,” he says softly.

Tony beams and leans down, kissing Peter’s bump softly. “Good morning baby,” he greets, then kisses Peter just as softly on the lips. “She knows her daddy is near.”

Peter nods, taking a bite and nomming happily. “Little May is gonna be a daddy’s girl for sure, I already know it.”

Tony sighs happily, pulling his own coffee and plate closer as he sits next to Peter. “Big May is coming over around 3:00 to drop off your present. She can’t stay long though, she has a night shift.”

Peter nods, taking another bite. “Is Bucky coming?”

Tony nods this time, taking a sip of coffee. “Yep, he’s bringing you lunch. Then after May leaves, it’s you, me, and baby for the rest of the day.”

Peter sighs dreamily, taking a sip of his own coffee. “A whole evening with just us,” he giggles happily. “Whatever will we do with the time?”

Tony grins slyly at Peter, winking over the rim of his mug before setting it down again. “I bet I can think of a few things.”

Peter beams, taking one last bite and climbing into his alpha’s lap. “I love you, Tony. Thank you.”

Tony holds him close, kissing his hair softly and smiling back. “I love you too, kid. Go ahead and eat my eggs too, I know that’s really why you’re here.”

Peter squeals and takes a bite, laughing through a mouthful. He’s so much better off now, and it’s hard to believe he ever wanted to die. Not when he’s this happy now.

#Gracie's New Years Resolution #starker #spidershield #tony stark #peter parker #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #my writing #fanfic #tw: abuse #tw: rape #tw: violence #TW: OMEGAVERSE #tw: mpreg

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#omega peter parker #peter parker #baby #mpreg #starker #ai art #bing image creator

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Kinktober 02: Baby Alpha Fucks Milf’s Milky Tits (1/2)

Day 20 and I'm posting Day 2 of kinktober haha 🥲 I'm trying!

Anyway, this is for my dear friend who requested a Stud Muffin 3. And TY @graceful-starker !!! Gracie really got me working on this when I was dragging my feet and tbh, you can blame her for this being two parts cause the ideas just kept coming lol

Day 2: Lactation | Roleplay | Inflation

inflation in part is 2!

Summary:

At @khalixascorner 's request, a part 3 to Stud Muffin with the request for preggy character and milky tits 😂

Part 3 of Omega-Turned-Alpha! Peter

Notes: Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Lactation Kink, Bottom Tony Stark, Top Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Peter Parker, Omega-Turned-Alpha, Intersex Omegas, Knotting, Mpreg, Sexual Roleplay, Starkercest roleplay, Come Inflation, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

WC: 3540 (AO3)

Stud Muffin Series (AO3)

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This was heaven, Peter hazily decided.

He was drunk on Tony's milk, his hands holding down the omega's wrists above his head. His mouth was latched onto one of his omega's nipples, the hard little nub encouraged by swipes of his tongue to give him more and more.

The milk flowed, sweet and consistent. A good supply of it came with just the barest hint of encouragement.

The studded alpha pulled off, swallowing down the sweet omega milk with a satisfied sigh. Beneath him, his omega was sprawled on his back, his tits exposed through the narrow V of his unbuttoned shirt.

Peter had perhaps popped a few buttons off but the visual was worth it. The fine fabric of Tony's shirt was pushed to the sides, almost framing the gentle swell of his chest.

Both nipples were hard, one still shiny wet from Peter's mouth and the other was dripping milk from the neglect. There was an endearing flush that had traveled down the omega's neck and it crept down his collarbones and made his chest flush pink.

With a gentle touch, Peter reached out and rolled the neglected nipple between two fingers.

Tony let out a high pitched moan, restless. Milk beaded up between Peter's fingers and he ached to take that drop between his lips. He'd clean up the mess, giving his sweet omega a nice suck before lapping up the spill of milk that had trailed down to where his shirt was pushed aside.

But first–

"Mama," Peter called to his mate.

A new game, a new exciting element to this play between them. It made his omega so wet and it made Peter's alpha dick drip.

Tony's eyes snapped open, hunger and desire quickly tucked away to make the game more realistic.

Peter was playing the role of a possessive alpha son and his sweet milky mate was his Mama. It was a fantasy but one that both got them going.

"Pete," Tony said, a hesitant smile on his kiss-swollen mouth, "You've had enough?"

Beneath him, Tony's body trembled with pleasure even as he half-heartedly pushed against Peter's grip.

"Let me up, kiddo," Tony said as though Peter not letting go was just a matter of the alpha forgetting. Tony's gaze darted to the door of their bedroom before coming back to the alpha on top of him. "Your alpha father will be home soon, I should get ready…"

Alpha father? There was no other alpha besides Peter– Oh.

Peter's breath caught in his throat as another element to the game was introduced. Tony had never mentioned a pretend alpha before.

Even knowing it was part of a game, the younger alpha's instincts flared in possessiveness at the thought. It was easy for his emotions to become volatile, for his mind to go hazy with heightened instincts.

The thought of another alpha was just another trigger and Peter's grip tightened to an almost bruising strength on Tony's wrists.

"Mama," Peter groaned as he leaned down, aiming for Tony's neglected nipple.

"Pete–" Tony protested, futilely kicking his legs against the bed.

Even with one hand, Peter was able to hold his Mama's hands in place. His other hand traveled down past the open button-up shirt and settled on his omega Mama's slight baby bump.

He'd made his claim clear. Everyone could see it, even this pretend alpha who threatened to take his Mama away.

"He still doesn't know, huh, Mama?" Peter groaned.

Between his legs, his alpha cock was starting to thicken. It had already been half hard but now, with the need to claim, it was growing even harder in preparation.

"He'll be home soon, baby," Tony threw out as though it would deter his young alpha son from fucking him. He clearly felt the heat of Peter's cock and the way it was starting to fatten up, thicker and longer than any of his previous partners.

"He doesn't know," Peter repeated as he bent down and licked around Tony's neglected nipple, catching the drops of milk on his tongue.

"Don't– I don't know… ah… what you're talking about, Pete." Tony kept pretending though his voice went breathless. Peter knew that the sensation of his tongue swirling around and teasing the omega's puffy areola felt good.

Tony stifled a moan as Peter finally stopped his teasing and pulled the nipple fully into his mouth, engulfing it in heat even as the milk dribbled out onto his tongue.

The alpha allowed him a moment of reprieve but only because he decided that drinking down the creamy sweetness was more important. Tony's body arched into his once he started suckling. His fingers twitched weakly in Peter's grip as the alpha pulled milk from his body, groaning around the sweet creamy taste.

When Peter was certain that Tony was made limp and docile, he pulled off just enough to murmur his next words like sweet nothings into a lover's ear.

"The pup is mine," Peter said. "He doesn't know yet… But he'll put two and two together when he finds his omega wife in bed with his son, right, Mama?"

He looked up coquettishly at the omega and the brief flash of heat he saw in Tony's eyes told him that the omega was right on board.

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It had started simply enough.

A simple mistake.

Tony had been holding Peter's arm and had stopped to coo at the tiny baby clothes in the shop window. Peter had made sure to hold onto his mate, knowing that if he let go that Tony would simply walk in and buy the entire store on a whim.

"Oh, that's so sweet," a passing omega commented. A stroller stopped beside them, a sleeping pup inside. The stranger gave them a knowing smile and Peter flushed.

Other omegas seemed to just know when another omega was pregnant. Not that it wasn't obvious, with Tony absentmindedly rubbing the small baby bump he had and Peter preening in smug satisfaction beside him.

"How far along are you?" The omega stranger asked Tony, smiling.

"Three months!" Tony told her proudly. As a male omega, they showed much earlier. Peter had been amazed.

The stranger turned to Peter then and honestly, Peter hadn't known what to expect.

Skepticism? Peter was a lot younger and looked like it when compared to his omega mate.

Whatever it was, Peter was prepared.

"And I'm sure big brother is just as excited?" The omega lady asked and Peter's world stopped.

Brother?!

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Tony had teased him and Peter had endured it with stammers and flushed cheeks. It was the first time they had been mistaken for parent and child. But despite it being the first, it wasn't the last. It didn't matter that Tony Stark was a well known multi-billionaire that had recently been taken off the market. All people saw was that he was an older omega and that Peter was a younger alpha.

Peter's alpha pheromones were even stronger than any other. Since he was newly coming into his alphaness, his pheromones were thick and potent. Anyone giving him a sniff would think he was a newly presented alpha with how the scent of arousal and desperate horniess was constantly clinging to him.

He blamed Tony for being so fuckable. he blamed Tony for making him this way, for studding him from a normal omega with a healthy sex drive into a knothead of an alpha who was shameless in fucking his omega. And God, he needed it so often once the studding was complete. He always needed his new alpha dick wet and dripping from being in his omega mate.

They were both often drenched in each other's scent, as they should be for a newly mated couple with a healthy sex life. It was just that… the age gap thing… People got the wrong idea. His scent was thick on his omega mate, but others passed it off as a needy child smothering their omega parent in their alpha scent.

Clearly, clearly, they were parent and child.

Tony never corrected them and Peter… went along with it.

It was as if the universe had set out to tease him but the mistake was made often.

They were mistaken for parent and child again and again. And the thought made its way into Peter's brain and eventually… it made its way into their bedroom.

In this scene of theirs… They were Mama and baby boy. Peter was Tony's much loved alpha son and in their little scenes, Tony was indulgent and sometimes reluctant but he always helped his son with his problems. He couldn't deny his son, especially when said something had just gone through a grueling transformation from omega to alpha.

Just like in reality, Tony's baby alpha was in constant need of regulating… things… In handling the influx of instincts and possessiveness. Peter, as Tony's baby boy, had so many needs and Mama never failed to satisfy them.

And right now, Peter was desperately in need. Especially when Tony murmured out a breathy, "Baby boy…"

"Mama," Peter murmured, his hands drifting scandalously to his omega Mama's hips.

Tony squirmed beneath him and even more so when Peter maneuvered one of his legs to wrap around the alpha's hip.

"Pete, baby," Tony groaned, "don't say that– this pup… can't be yours, sweetheart… I'm your Mama, why would you–"

A press of his teeth against Tony's sensitive nipple had the omega squeaking. One of his hands escaped Peter's hold but instead of shoving Peter off, Tony grabbed the base of his hair. Fingers dug in as his back arched, pushing more of his tit into Peter's warm mouth.

"Fucked– mm– fucked a pup into you," Peter said. His words were muffled but Tony still got the message. His grip on Peter's hair tightened and tingles of pain started to radiate from there. It still felt good, everything Tony did to him felt good.

"Shh, baby, don't talk nonsense," Tony panted. "Just drink your milk and finish before your dad comes home."

Again. Tony must really be trying to rile him up with the thought of another alpha taking what belonged to Peter.

Peter wouldn't stand for it, Tony was his. His omega, his Mama.

With a growl, Peter reared up. Before his Mama could do more than gasp at the cold taking Peter's place, the alpha had his hands at the buckle of Tony's pants.

"Peter!" Tony protested but those protests were halfhearted, his one free hand easily being batted away.

Peter divested his Mama of his belt and before Tony could act, he had the length of leather tying the omega's wrists together and secured to the top of the bed frame.

Startled, Tony gave his bonds a shake and Peter hid a smile at the rattle it made as it remained secured. His Mama wasn't going anywhere.

He rose up on his knees and caught Tony's attention. His sweats were shoved down to his hips and with it, his alpha cock sprang out.

Tony's milk had helped nourish this body when he was in the process of studding. He had filled out some but compared to other alphas, he was still pretty lithe in stature.

His cock, though, was all alpha. It was like he was born to be this, to be an alpha more than willing to breed up the omega trembling beneath him. To be everything that his Mama needed. He was made for his Mama, and his cock ached to return to the familiar warmth of his Mama's body.

"Mama," Peter murmured as he started to stroke his cock. His hand went from root to tip, catching the thick drops of cum at the head and spreading it out over the generous length of his erection. "Look what you did to me, Mama. I'm so hard… Won't you help me, Mama?"

Tony's mouth dropped open a little and there was a hazy sheen to his eyes as he followed the smooth motion of Peter's hand. There was a hunger in his gaze that had Peter's cock grow even harder, thickening up to full mast.

"This wasn't… Baby, when you said you wanted to be an alpha, this wasn't what I had in mind," Tony murmured coquettishly. "You'd do this to your own Mama? Not my sweet alpha boy… He wouldn't…"

Peter sighed as he squeezed his alpha cock, barely able to keep his eyes open when it twitched hard in his hands. Another thick drop threatened to drip from his slit. He let it and it splattered down over his omega's swelling belly.

"Mama," Peter said patiently, "Dad wasn't satisfying you."

His mind raced to come up with the fake situations he needed for this.

"I could hear you in my room…" Peter said, still stroking his cock. He was getting harder and harder just thinking about it, his sweet omega being ravished in the room next door. It made fire flare in the pit of his stomach. "He wasn't satisfying you, Mama… But I know I can. I was made for you…"

Tony's lips trembled, caught between reluctance and the need to help his baby boy. A discrete check informed Peter that Tony's cocklet was tenting his pants.

"Mama… I can't take it anymore," Peter groaned out. "Please, Mama, can't I…?"

Tony's eyes remained fixed on Peter's alpha cock and then with a resigned sigh, he closed his eyes. His legs inched apart, spreading open for his needy alpha son.

"Okay, baby, okay… Take what you need," Tony allowed, a mother spoiling their needy child.

Peter purred but he didn't go for the prize Tony was offering him.

Instead, he shuffled himself forward on his knees and put himself in the place he wanted to. He kept his weight off the omega but his cock… His cock fit right between Tony's small chest.

At the unexpected touch, Tony's breath stuttered in his chest and his eyes flew open. He almost went cross-eyed trying to look at Peter's cock rubbing between the shallow valley between his pecs.

"Mm…" Peter moaned as he balanced himself and began rutting his cock between his omega mama's tits.

"Baby, I thought you were going to…" Tony gasped before falling silent.

"Stick it in you?" Peter panted as he looked down and into Tony's eyes. "I still can, Mama… But wanted to do this… Wanted Mama's tits first. You said I could take what I need, right, Mom? I need this…"

Tony was quiet for a while after that. Peter didn't pay it any mind, caught up in the sight of his thick alpha cock surrounded by the softness of his omega's tits. His precum smeared messy and thick between the omega's tits and every pass Peter's cock made between that space left it messier than before.

"Peter, untie me," Tony mumbled out.

Peter looked up to see his Mama wiggling his hands about, the leather still keeping him bound.

"Why?" Peter questioned. His hips continued their smooth roll, dragging his cock over soft skin.

"I…" His Mama's face was already flushed but whatever thought he had in his pretty little head made the pink in his cheeks deepen. "My chest… isn't big enough for you to… feel good…"

Peter frowned and looked down and yes, his Mama was right. Omega males didn't develop large chests, only a modest handful. Peter hadn't minded because it was Tony but the way Peter was fucking Tony's chest only had the omega's tits brushing against the sides of his cock.

"Are you offering to help, Mama?" Peter asked, wondering if Tony wanted to participate more than being a helpless mama enduring his son's inappropriate attention.

"You said this is what you wanted…" Tony murmured, eyes dropping. "If Mama helps you… It'll be enough, right? If I can help, then maybe we can finish before your father gets home…"

The flare of possessiveness that speared through Peter left him almost breathless. When Tony raised his eyes again, Peter knew what he wanted to do.

"Okay, Mama, if you can make me come before dad gets home…" Peter offered in consideration.

Tony gave a nod and Peter released his hands, easy as that.

He watched as Tony glanced at him before his eyes dropped to the task at hand.

Peter's abdominal muscles trembled as Tony placed his hands on either side of his milky tits. When he pushed them together, it still wasn't enough to completely engulf Peter's cock in a satisfying mimicry of a sleeve but the pressure, the warmth… the friction when Peter gave a curious thrust…

"Ah, Mama," Peter moaned as he started to thrust into the warmth of his Mama's tits. "it feels better, thank you, Mama… Mama's tits feel so good…"

Thrust… thrust… The motion of his hips became forceful and made the bed creak more loudly.

Peter could really lose himself to this. The softness of his omega's chest, the friction surrounding his needy cock…

Could he come like this…? He peered down at his omega and found Tony completely focused on his task of pleasuring his baby alpha with just his tits.

"That's it, baby alpha," Tony muttered under his breath, more focused on making sure he could cover as much of Peter's cock.

It was probably a harder task than it looked.

Peter's thrusting was jostling the omega on the bed. On top of that, Peter's abundant precum made it messy and slippery. And Tony's milk was still coming, especially with the added pressure against his chest. Drops of milk were slipping down his nipples and either spilling onto his fingers or adding to the mess where Peter's cock was fucking back and forth.

Messy and wet, with Tony's breathless encouragement… Peter could surely come like this.

Instead, he punched his Mama's nipples between his fingers and gave them a tug.

"Ah!" The surprise and shock of pain and pleasure in Tony's voice almost made Peter come right there. "What are you–?!"

"Need more, Mama," Peter told him while also thinking, you need more. He tugged on Tony's sore nipples, pulling them closer to the center above his cock.

"Baby…" Tony's voice trembled, "It… it hurts…"

But the pleasure in his voice betrayed the lie for what it was.

"Just a little more, Mama…" Peter promised, "Just a little more…"

Tony allowed it with a few breathless gasps. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of his tits, trembling hands trying to maintain the shape and tightness of Peter's current fucktoy.

"Tell me to come, Mama…" Peter begged when the pleasure was reaching a peak inside him. More milk was spilling readily and adding to the wet creamy mess that Peter was fucking through.

"Oh… Oh fuck, Pete…" Tony moaned, wiggling impatiently underneath him. "Come, already… Just come…"

"Mm… okay, Mama…" Peter gasped as he finally let go.

His knot popped, the massive ball at the base inflating and pressing against the bottom of Tony's tits. He tried shoving his hips forward as though knotting Tony's pussy.

There wasn't any space though so there was a prickle of pain as his knot was left alone. He barely noticed it before his orgasm swept through him.

Cum spurted out of his heavy cock. He could feel the intensity of it as his cock pulsed and twitched in its soft little home. Then he saw it as it spilled out in thick ropes, shooting so far that it splattered on Tony's collarbones and his face.

It was so much but Peter only groaned as it continued to spill out. When his cock wasn't as sensitive, he managed a few desperate twitches, his Mama's milk messy hand helping him out and squeezing his knot. Milking him…

A few leftover spurts of cum dribbled from where his cockhead peaked out from where it was smothered in Tony's tits. Another long thrust had Peter's cock dragging the mess of his cum and adding it to the mess between Tony's tits.

Milk and cum.

With a groan, his Mama finally released his poor breasts and Peter sighed in contentment. He moved down so that he could lean over his Mama and drag his tongue through their combined mess. The saltiness of his cum and the sweet creamy taste of his Mama's milk… The taste of them was delicious and only made Peter's mouth fill with more spit even as he swallowed it down.

Tony's hands carded through his hair, making a mess there too but Peter didn't care.

"Are we done, baby boy?" Tony's voice called Peter from his mission of licking up every drop of the mess he made.

Tony expected the scene to end… And sometimes, it was like this. Sometimes, Tony got such a high from their scene that he could easily rub one out, or Peter could easily suck him off. They'd call it a day and share an intimate shower as two people in love.

Mama and Baby boy can take a test until next time.

Instead, Peter cuddled up next to Tony, and his hips hesitantly pressed against the omega's.

"Mama…"

Peter wasn't done. Baby boy wasn't done with Mama yet and next to him, there was a sharp inhale as Tony got the message.

"Baby boy…"

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