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philosophiums · 5 months ago

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hi sam!! 1, 2, 6, 8, 12, 14, 15, 17, 18, 19, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 28, 30, 42, 43, 44, 45, 47, 50, 51, 55, 57, 66 (lmhs), 71, 72, 76, 78, 79 😊 i just love picking another writer's brain hehe

KSJDBVJKDFBV MARIAM IM CRYING HELP 😂 *cracks knuckles* okay let's gooooo 💜 (there's gonna be a read more somewhere)

questions from here!

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Truly depends on the length of the wip! For short stuff that I'm confident will be under 10k, I just go in swinging. For longer stuff, I'm daydreaming constantly, even during the writing process. When I had a desk job, I would spend Work Time thinking and then write stuff out in my notes app, but now that I operate a moving vehicle for 7+ hours a day, I just spend the majority of that time Daydreaming, Thinking, and Planning for LMHS.

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

It's about a 60/40 split between original thoughts (as much as anyone can claim to truly have original creative thoughts that are 100% not inspired by anything else) and ideas that are based on or inspired by the premises of other fics or by fanart (sometimes not even from the same fandom).

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

From LMHS, last line of chapter 3: "Sun shining on their backs, sweet snacks in their stomachs, and laughter in the air, the three of them take off together, venturing once again deeper into Changyin’s busy streets."

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

Not written out yet so I can't post a snippet, but in LMHS, water is so important to Megumi's character, way beyond just bending.

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

Sometimes! I did outline LMHS, though that was mostly an attempt on my part at keeping track of all the thoughts @hinamie and I were throwing at each other. It's not very detailed at all, just a bullet point list of things like "they travel to [location] - remember that [this character] is with them" or stuff like that. It's a guide for the like... movement™ of the fic, but less so the nitty gritty details, which I kind of enjoy discovering as I go (be it while I'm writing or while Hina and I are talking). But the last long fic I wrote (250k) did not have an outline. I just followed my heart and the vision I had of the end of the fic <3 The back half of that fic did have a canon timeline to follow, though, which made it easier.

14. What is your favorite location and position to write in?

SJKDBJKSDB I do about 95% of my writing in a big leather wingback armchair in my living room, usually with one leg hooked over an arm of the chair. The other 5% is bleary-eyed, 2am in bed, notes app, half-finished sentences with just the worst spelling you've ever seen.

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

It used to be between 1am and 3am, back when I was unemployed/working a job I didn't have to properly sleep for. Now, the only time I seem to be able to write is from about 8:30pm to 11pm. It takes me forever to unwind after coming home, so I can really only get myself to focus way at the end of the day. 100% if I went back to a desk job or stumbled into a pile of money that could let me stop working, I'd be right back to typing away well after midnight.

17. Do you have a writing routine?

Sit down > open word doc > reread last paragraph > dissociate > walk away > come back three hours later and write SKJDVBDKJBVJKDFBV

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

I don't necessarily enjoy it, mostly because when I'm researching, I tend to get pulled down a rabbit hole of stuff I don't need to know and will never use. However, I do find that I end up doing impromptu "shotgun" research a lot while writing. Literally while writing the first chapter of LMHS, I had to pull up some research on trees just to make absolutely sure I was describing something correctly. It's 100% an inconsequential detail, but at least I know I wasn't pulling it completely out of thin air KSJVDBDKJVB I don't think I could honestly say which fic required the most research. If we include the amount of time I spent on the respective fandom wikis for character/canon details, then Swallow the Stars for sure. But if it's only for Other Stuff™, then I think they're all about equal.

19. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

I love making OCs in general, but not really for fanfic. I'll make an OC for an inconsequential side character no problem (did this a couple times in Swallow the Stars), but, for the most part, I prefer to stick to canon characters. I've never written a fic from the POV of an OC, and I doubt I ever will. I would much rather explore the dynamics between canon characters than insert a new main character into a story that already has one.

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Depends! I've done all three before SKJDVBDKJVBF Sometimes, a title comes to me right away, and I can sort of circle around it while I'm writing (this is more common for me with short fics). Sometimes, I get a few thousands words in, and have played with the themes long enough to have it just sort of come to me. Other times, I'm fully edited and just staring at the words begging a title to appear so I can post KSJDVBDKJFVBDFV LMHS had a title before I even started writing, because I wanted to have a title when I posted the fic announcement. As far as how I come up with them, I've pulled directly from words in the fic, I've gone on random quote generators and pulled from those, I've sat down and literally just strung words together based on a theme or a single specific word I wanted (LMHS, for instance, came from a desire to use the word "haunt"). It just kinda depends and is different for every fic!

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

The beginning is easiest because it's fun character introductions and scene setting, not a lot of plot yet. The middle is by far the hardest because that's where the plot is beefiest and where a lot of the transition spaces are, and at the same time you're starting to gather up the threads you want to tie off at the end.

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

I choose based on whose thoughts I'm imagining most when I'm first thinking of the story! When I'm new to writing for a fandom, I will sometimes have to start a fic 2 or 3 times to find the voice that comes easiest to me, though. I have a tendency to lean towards the quieter characters, but that's not always true! For example, Andrew Minyard's POV is easier for me to write in, but I have more fun writing Neil, so I tend to gravitate towards Neil for AFTG fics.

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

World building my beloved..... I love coming up with Reasons for things that I want to happen, tying things into the setting and the history and making sure it works for the characters as well. The moment when everything connects is so magical.

26. What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

Writing KJDBKJDFBVJKDBFV Words are just.... so hard 😭

28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?

Detailing! Descriptions! I am constantly fighting with myself over how much detail I actually need to include in my descriptions, because on some level, I want to describe it as much as I possibly can so that it can be envisioned easier, but on the flip side I know for a fact that no matter how much I describe something, no one will ever see it exactly the same way I do. And so then I pull back too far, I think, and keep my descriptions bare minimum, which I think is just as unhelpful. I need to work on finding a balance. Maybe metaphor can be my friend here.....

30. How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

I usually go through for edits a minimum of two times and a maximum of 4 times. I always do an initial read-through for details that I missed or clarifications I need to make or continuity problems, stuff like that. Then I'll go through for grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, etc. If I end up rewriting a lot during that second edit, I'll go back through yet again just to double-check everything. And, more often than not, I do a last read-through right before I post. Though, inevitably, there's always something that I don't catch until it's already posted KJSBDVKDJBV

42. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

I'm really quite keen on Like the Moon Haunts the Sun !! It's longer than what I usually go for with titles, but it's sooooo thematically fitting and just really really pretty imo. But, This Is What Hollows holds a special place in my heart because it's a bit different and yet perfectly fitting for that fic. Plus, it was titled loooong before I came up with a way to include it in the actual writing of the fic, and I felt like an absolute genius when I managed to do that organically.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

I have a world mostly built for a fantasy setting with dragon gods and stuff that I've planned out all the lore for and yet cannot for the life of me actually think up a plot that would be interesting to write SKJVBDJKVB I have characters, I have setting, I have themes, but a plot? Evading me. And it's been haunting me for like 7 years.

44. What is your favorite genre to write?

Urban fantasy 100%!! I love writing magic systems without having to do historical research SKJBDVKJDVB Also just the idea of magic in a place that we live in is so special to me like... there is magic everywhere in the world, but sometimes that magic really does come from a spell book like Yes Please.

45. What genre/trope do you tend to write the most?

Found family trope my beloved,,,,,,,, don't look too closely at it; it doesn't say anything about me as a person I Promise.

47. Is there a trope that you’ve written before but are now sick of?

Not a trope, but when I was younger and Working Through Some Shit, I included a, I guess, circumstance™ that I will not actually say (bc it's like. triggering) in just about every fic I wrote, but I'm past the point now (thank god) of needing to vent through it, so I truly don't think I'll ever include it in anything ever again.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

HHHHHHH I have no idea. I think I am incapable of looking at my writing objectively enough to describe it.

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

Very much so! I love reading prose that is rich in metaphor and simile, but for the life of me I can't write like that. I don't have the gift of constantly being able to turn a phrase so beautifully, but god is it gorgeous to read.

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

I don't even want to think about the words and phrases I overuse because I'm sure there's plenty JSKDBVKJDFVB I do have a recurring theme of like... healing, though. This deep inner struggle of the characters to get to a better place is just... so important to me. I want them to heal, but more than that I want them to want to heal.

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

I'm certainly conscious of it, but less so on the first draft. I think foreshadowing has a way of sneaking into my writing naturally (especially because I write chronologically), and then I can really hammer it in during the edit. Symbolism is purely being brought in during the first edit unless it's something so important that it was underlined a lot during the drafting/planning stage.

66. What’s a fun fact about LMHS?

It started as me just randomly thinking about ATLA and sending a question to Hina about what she thought the main trio's bending elements would be, and it just tumbled out of control from there SKJDVBDJKVFB

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Writing, which is... saying something because I really don't spend a lot of time writing on a day-to-day basis. But I haven't read a published book in.... 4 years? And I don't read fanfic very often either, despite my bookmarks tab being overflowing with fics that I would like to read at some point. I just feel like I never have the time or energy to sit down and read.

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

I have gotten a similar comment from multiple people that is about my characterization of canon characters within AUs and how it still feels like the canon characters but with realistic changes based on a different setting, and in fic writing I can't think of higher praise. Like... that's exactly what I want. I don't want the characters to be exactly the same as canon because their circumstances have changed, but I still want them to be recognizable. That's always what I'm striving for, and it makes me happy that people notice and think it's executed well enough to comment on.

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

Poorly KDEJVBKJDEFVBJKDFVBJF Really though, I struggle managing pressure when I'm writing. And it's always internal, because external pressure on fics just makes me petty since it's Free Labor, and people who complain about a slow upload schedule or whatever just make me Mad. But internal pressure is HHHHHHHHHH I am Going Through It with LMHS. I want it to live up to expectations, but I also want to finish it quickly, but I also want it to be lush and complete, and there's always this voice in my head telling me I'm not writing fast enough or good enough. Mostly I work past it by reminding myself that the time will pass anyway and that it's a miracle that I can even write ~1k words a day with how tired my job makes me. And on the days when that doesn't work, I have loud music KSJDVBDKJVBJDKFV

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

Up to the point where I start posting (for my last long fic, I was >100k in before I uploaded the first chapter), the motivation comes from a simple desire to write that particular story. For me, it can't come from anywhere else. If I don't want to write on a fic anymore and I haven't uploaded yet, I'll just stop. However, once I start posting, comments and general interaction with the fic gives me a huge bump in motivation. Engagement and talking about the story and the characters and the plot just makes me so excited to keep going so that I can drop the next plot twist or cliffhanger and read everyone's reactions. This time, for LMHS, I am very very lucky to have my own personal cheer squad of one (Hina) motivating me daily through memes and character discussion and new pieces of art and other various things <3

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

The best actual constructive writing advice that I can give is: Do Not Edit Something Until You're Done. And yes, I mean the entire story - do not go back and reread/rewrite until you're done with it. Nothing will make your forward momentum disappear faster than going back to edit. If you're too hung up on details and perfection right away, you're never going to get done. You have to just write and accept that things will need to be reworked. Make notes for yourself on things to fix later or whatever, just do not scroll back up and start editing before you're done with something. It will only make you disappointed that where you pick up again isn't going to look as nice as what you just edited.

#this took me all weekend and it's currently well past my bedtime but i wanted to post this!!!!#so i finished all of them KJSDBVKJDBFV #i still can't believe u sent me so many tyyyyyyy <3 #just gonna tag lmhs as well since a bunch of this is in reference to it #lmhs

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kayluh1915 · 3 years ago

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Perfect

Pairing(s): Tony Stark/Peter Parker

Words: 12,472

Warnings: Referenced non-con for the briefest second, anxiety, mild disassociation, 18+ only!

Peter shares his heat with Tony for the first time… which also so happens to be his first-ever heat with an Alpha partner.

DISCLAIMER

Okay, so this is my first fic for this side of the internet and I'm super excited about it… and relieved. I've been working on this fic since June of 2020, my dudes. It was initially written for a different fandom, but some horrid IRL shit went down over there and it stayed in my docs for a while until I showed up late to the Starker party after NWH and was like: "Yup… Yuppity Yuppers." This is also the longest fic I've ever written and is my first toe into the waters of A/B/O which also excites me!

That being said, I am SO done with this. There are loads of mistakes, and I'm not that happy with the end and stuff, but it's haunting me. Just seeing it sitting in my drafts and taunting me is driving me up the fucking wall so I'm posting it as is to get it off my chest. I will come back to it and make corrections and maybe even rework a couple of things and change the title (because yuck), but mentally I can't. Though it's not up to my toxic perfectionism standards, my friend has read it and CLAMMERED for me to post it so here we are! I hope you'll get some enjoyment out of it as well because FUCK I'm so done.

As always, comments are welcomed and encouraged.

You can also follow me on TikTok if you'd like. My content is of questionable quality, but I try my best.

Enjoy! :)

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Additional Warnings: Praise Kink, Kink Negotiation(ish?), Knotting, Anal fingering, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, and Rimming.

Peter was done.

Done with class, done with his unrelenting professors, done with notes, done with… just today entirely. Tuesdays and Thursdays were his busiest days and at the end of each one, he always finds himself exhausted and grumpy. Today was no exception, the crisp autumn wind tussling his curls as he walked back to his dorm. He's hoping he'll be able to make it back without anyone speaking to him, but it usually never happens so his hopes aren't too high.

When he walked into his hall, he thought that maybe this time would be different, but was proven wrong when a voice spoke to him as he swiped his student ID to check-in.

"Hey, dork. The day finally over?” Peter looked up as he put his ID back in his wallet, smiling when he saw MJ’s bored gaze.

She didn't count.

“Yeah. Today was particularly rough for some reason.” Her bored eyes shifted to concerned.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just tired from today.” She shrugged her shoulders, resting her chin in her palm.

“You know where to find me if you need anything. I’m always in my room, class, or here.” Peter nodded. He's worked campus jobs before and while working at the front desk of the dorm halls wasn’t the worst, it wasn't exactly the best. It could get boring and required you to pull all-nighters sometimes since someone always had to be there. At least he'd been allowed to study while on the clock.

“Thanks, MJ.” Peter felt the watch on his wrist vibrate which was… odd. He hadn’t taken his phone off silent mode yet, so he wasn’t sure why he was getting a notification. He lifted his wrist curiously, his eyes widening as soon as he saw what had alerted him.

It was the app called “H Tracker Pro.” He’s been expecting the notification for a while now… but he didn’t think he’d get it until around next month or so.

MJ noticed Peter’s demeanor shift almost instantly, her eyebrows furrowing as she lifted her head from her palm in an attempt to see Peter's watch screen. “Everything okay?” Peter looked up from his watch, nodding a little too enthusiastically as he covered the watch face with his other hand.

“Yeah! I just forgot to call May at lunch and she’s freaking out a little.” MJ cocked an eyebrow. He knew that was her bullshit detector going off, but she thankfully didn’t press.

“Alright then. Better go call her before she has a cow.” Peter laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah, I’d better. See you around.”

“Bye loser.”

Peter walked through the double doors into his dorm hall, making his way towards the elevator in an almost zombified state as his mind began to drift back to the notification he had read on his watch. He usually keeps his phone on "do not disturb" on Tuesdays and Thursdays, only allowing certain contacts and apps to bypass the block so he could focus on his studies. So, it had been a complete surprise to see that particular notification and he was doing everything in his fiber not to freak out.

"Why the fuck is it so soon?" He thought. "I could've sworn I had more time..."

He doesn't remember the elevator ride or having a very short conversation with one of his friends that lived just down the hall. All he knows is that he's finally home and was trying to fish his keys out of his pocket. He hadn't even noticed how much his hands were shaking until they fumbled out of his grip and fell to the tiled floor with a high-pitched clink. "Fuck," he cursed, bending down to pick them back up.

When he got the door open, he was hit with the sudden smell of pecan brownies. Ned must've put in one of the homemade wax melts his Lola had sent him in the warmer. The heavenly scent relaxed him for a moment, his eyes closing to savor the smell as he closed the door. He kicked off his shoes and threw his backpack to the floor, collapsing down onto the bed with a relieved groan.

He desperately needed this.

He hadn’t realized he’d dozed off until he heard the door open and close again with its usual heavy slam. He groaned, annoyed that he had been woken up.

“Seriously, Ned? I was enjoying the peace, dude.” He grumbled. He expected to hear Ned scoff or say something snarky, but the snorted laughter he heard instead brightened his mood tenfold.

“Jeeze, such a grump. And here I thought you’d be happy to see me.” He’d know that cocky voice anywhere.

“Tony!” Peter exclaimed, jumping up from bed and running over to the older man. Tony let out a light groan in protest when Peter collided with him, squeezing Peter back just as tight while the kid clutched his shirt.

“Easy, Bambino. I’m not a spring chicken anymore.” Peter didn’t say anything, his horrid day and bad mood melting away as Tony’s arms and soothing scent flooded his senses.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Peter asked, his voice muffled in the man's neck as Tony began to gently sway them back and forth. Tony was supposed to be in California right now, but Peter wasn’t even beginning to complain about it.

"I wanted to surprise you. I know Thursdays are hard for you so I thought I'd come to cheer you up."

"Who checked you in?"

"Ned. He said he'd be downstairs doing laundry and playing some kind of… wizard… magic gathering game with your friends if you needed him."

Only residents were permitted in the dorms. Visitors were, obviously, allowed but only if they were checked in at the front desk by a resident. Student guests just had to swipe their ID, but non-students had to show their driver's license, or some kind of equivalent, and leave it at the front desk until they were checked out by the resident who checked them in. All guests had to be out by 11:00 pm unless it was Friday or Saturday. They were allowed to spend the night then if they wanted to.

Peter pulled away from Tony long enough for the pair to share a proper kiss, slow and sweet until Tony broke away.

"He also said to be safe and to put a sock on the doorknob which is a huge insult in my book. We don't need a sock if I do my job right." This made Peter laugh, but it also reminded him of the notification. He had nearly forgotten about it, the extremely short nap and Tony being here distracting him. He clutched Tony's shirt a little tighter, the older man noticing how Peter had suddenly tensed in his arms.

"Hey, look at me." He whispered, lifting Peter's chin with his knuckle so he was looking him in the eyes. "You okay, baby?” Peter nodded, flashing Tony a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just been a long day. You have no idea how happy I am to see you." Tony smiled, bringing Peter into another sickly sweet kiss.

“Tell you what, how about you go take a quick shower and get comfortable while I order us some food and pick a movie for us to watch? You need some…" Tony gestured his hand in a circle in front of Peter. "... major TLC.”

Peter sighed quietly, a relaxing night in with Tony, some unhealthy comfort food, and a movie sounded excellent. “Okay.” Tony pressed one last kiss to Peter’s forehead before he began to grab his things for a shower.

“What do you want to eat?” Tony asked, sitting at Peter’s desk with his feet propped up as he browsed restaurants on his phone.

“Anything. Just pick something you know I’ll like.” Peter laid his bathrobe atop his bed, stripping down and tossing the soiled clothes into the nearby laundry basket. He could feel Tony’s lustful gaze on him even as he tied his bathrobe. “Stop staring.” Peter chided playfully, Tony scoffing meaninglessly.

“You're telling me that I can't appreciate my Bambino's gorgeous body? That’s cold even for you.” Peter smiled and shook his head, sliding on his showering flip-flops and grabbing his caddy.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Try not to wreck the place.”

“No promises!” He heard Tony call back right before he shut the door.

As soon as Peter walked into the community bathroom, his face fell. He no longer had Ned’s wax melts or Tony to distract his attention away from that notification and his phone was now burning a hole in his bathrobe pocket.

He sat his caddy down on one of the benches outside of the showers, sitting next to it and pulling out his phone. He opened the tracker app, not fully believing that it was right. He did have to back up his data once this past year as well as uninstall and reinstall the app a few times. That could've easily caused an accidental miscount of days… right?

Nope.

As much as he wished he could say otherwise, his app was correct. His year was up. It was time to come off his suppressants and go into heat.

The Omega stared at his phone with a distant gaze, his mind running through all the things he’d have to do to prepare for what was about to come. Reporting his heat to his counselor was always the first thing followed by a visit to his doctor, shopping, and- wait… would his shopping list be the same? So many things are different now. Oh god, he’s not even in New York anymore. So He’ll have to find a new doctor on top of needing a new shopping list an-

“Hey, Peter.” Someone greeted, snapping Peter out of his head and causing him to jump about 3ft in the air.

“H-Hey Jared. What’s up?” He asked, running a hand through his hair and trying his best not to sound like he was freaking the fuck out.

“Eh, nothing new. Band practice ran a little late so I’m gonna take a shower and pass the fuck out. Mind if I play my music?” He asked, lifting his Bluetooth speaker.

“Nah, go ahead. Y-You won’t bother me.” Jared smiled.

“Thanks, man.” If Jared noticed that Peter’s demeanor was off, he didn’t say anything. Soon after that, Jared’s music began to play and one of the showers turned on. Peter decided to finally get in the shower as well. Tony knew how long he usually took and would start to worry if he took too long.

His shower took about 15 minutes, Jared’s music still playing as he dried himself off and put his bathrobe back on before pulling back the curtain and walking out. The chill of the bathroom caused a full-body shiver as he made his way back to his room, his shower shoes squeaking with every step. Tony was already laying on Peter’s bed propped up on a shit ton of Ned’s throw pillows as he watched some kind of techno show.

“Hey. Ned stopped by and dropped off some of the laundry while you were gone. I found a fresh pair of socks, one of my tees, and a pair of your favorite pajama bottoms that were still warm from the drier. Figured you’d appreciate that.” Peter sighed and nodded, setting his caddy on the floor by his desk and taking his robe off to once again expose his nakedness to Tony.

Tony whistled lowly, Peter smacking him in the face with the pair of boxers he had yet to put on.

“You know, for a so-called old man you’re pretty horny.”

“Hard not to be when he has someone as beautiful and sexy as you.”

Peter's cheeks flushed bright pink as he finished getting dressed, drying his hair off some more with the towel after putting on a pair of socks to stop it from dripping everywhere. After laying the towel across his desk chair to dry, he crawled up into his bed to lay against Tony's chest. The older man wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Tony had picked Terminator 2 to watch, one of Peter's all-time favorites. However, not even Arnold Schwarzenegger could calm Peter's anxious mind. He’d zoned out completely, unaware of anything going on around him. He’d tried multiple times to get out of his head, to stop the constant “what abouts” and “what if’s,” but every single time he put his focus back on the movie, it drifted away yet again.

Tony must’ve sensed Peter’s inner turmoil, holding onto him tighter and rubbing his cheek atop Peter's head. "What's gotcha so worked up, honey?" He whispered, snapping Peter out of his head again with a light jump. Tony couldn’t help but be amused.

“Oh, uhh nothing. I’m fi-”

“Don’t you dare,” Tony interrupted. “If you’re zoning out it has to be something, so what’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Peter sighed, leaning against Tony and pressing his face into the man’s shoulder. It took about a minute or two before Peter responded and it wasn’t even an answer to Tony’s question.

"M’gonna go get some air in the courtyard for a minute." Tony’s concern grew, his eyebrows furrowing tightly.

“Are you alright?” Peter nodded.

"Yeah, I’m okay. I just need a breather for a minute.” Tony nodded, letting go of Peter’s waist and allowing the younger man to stand up from the bed. Tony hadn’t been dating Peter that long, but he’d spent more than enough time to know that Peter was worrying himself about something. He wasn’t sure what it was and wanted to know more than anything, but trying to get it out of the boy now would’ve been useless while he was so worked up.

"Call me if you need anything, baby."

"M’kay," Peter whispered with a single nod, grabbing his phone while stepping into his favorite pair of Nike slides. He was out the door before they were even completely on his feet, Peter unintentionally slamming the door shut behind him with a heavy metallic clack.

The courtyard was blissfully empty, Peter taking a seat on one of the benches by the small fountain in the center. Though the sounds of the dribbling water helped ease his headache, he was still teeming with anxiety, his leg bouncing wildly as he held his head in his hands and gripped his curls.

Peter had been having heats since he presented late at the age of 20, going on a dose of suppressants as soon as his first heat had lifted. Though he only really cared about not having a heat once every three months, he chose to take a combined suppressant that would also make his scent extremely mute so Aunt May would feel better about Peter's safety. While suppressants are a godsend, all Omegas who take them are advised to come off of them at least once a year to keep the intensity of their heats down and to ensure reproductive health.

Peter’s yearly heats have always been normal and manageable as long as he had a partner, but this would be his very first one with Tony who would also be his first-ever Alpha partner. He was so unsure of what to expect from his body, never being exposed to so many pheromones before so it was untelling what he’d end up doing. He had read tons of articles and even asked May for advice, both of them saying that he would be fine but he couldn’t help but worry.

If he was already super clingy without an Alpha, he could only imagine what he would be like with one right next to him in a full rut while he was delirious with heat hormones and sexual desire.

The sound of the courtyard door opening snapped him back to reality, followed by the gentle squeak of the door closing again and hesitant footsteps slowly crunching towards him under the fallen leaves. He could tell it was Tony just by the way he was giving Peter his space, but his distinct scent of firewood and dark chocolate was also a dead giveaway.

“It's alright, Tony. You can come over.” He heard the older man let out a puff of air, almost like he was anxiously holding it in until he knew for sure that Peter was okay.

“Sorry, I just wanted to check on you and tell you that the food’s here.” Peter’s eyes widened in shock. Had he really been down here that long?

He felt Tony drape something over his shoulders, the Alpha's scent and sudden warmth surrounding him. He unintentionally purred quietly, not even realizing that he had been cold until he was getting warm again.

He felt Tony sit next to him, the Alpha still trying to give him his space. Peter, however, wanted nothing more than to be held. He lifted his head and scooted towards Tony, wrapping his arms around the Alpha’s waist and burying his face in his neck, clutching onto what he realized was his throw blanket that was draped around his shoulders.

“Shhh.” Tony cooed, placing a kiss atop of Peter’s head before laying his cheek there and gently rocking them back and forth. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Though he knew they were alone, Peter lifted his head long enough to look around the courtyard to make sure they were alone. It was inevitable that people would know about Peter’s heat when they didn’t see him for a week, but he’d still rather keep it private for as long as he could.

‘It- It’s time to come off my suppressants.” He felt Tony’s arms stiffen a little around him, his gentle rocks back a forth also halting.

In the eight months that they have been official, they’ve openly discussed Peter’s heat on several occasions. Peter was very clear with Tony when he agreed to share his heat with him, explaining that he would be his first Alpha partner and that he was extremely anxious about it.

“What about that one guy you told me about? Isn’t he an Alpha?” Tony had asked. Though they never officially dated, one of his close friends named Olliver from the decathlon team would always be the one to help Peter through his heats when he had no one else. Something that Peter couldn’t be more thankful for.

“Nope. Beta.” Tony comforted him the best he knew how, swearing on his life that he would take good care of Peter and never do anything they didn’t agree to beforehand. He’d even offered to go on suppressants before Peter’s heat to prevent triggering his rut so he didn't lose himself to the hormones.

Though he appreciated the offer greatly, Peter never doubted for a moment that Tony wouldn’t forsake him and told him that the suppressants wouldn’t be necessary. After all, it wasn’t Tony he didn’t trust… it was himself.

Well… that and Peter lowkey really wants Tony’s knot. He refused to admit that last part, though… while lucid, anyway.

Tony began rocking him again. “How long do we have?” He asked, finally breaking the tense silence between them and bringing Peter back to the present.

“Two weeks. It should be plenty of time to get everything ready… at least it usually is.” Tony rubbed his cheek on Peter’s head again, trying his best to soothe his anxious Omega.

“It’s okay, honey. I know you’re scared, but I’ll be right there beside you just like I promised.” Peter relaxed completely into Tony’s hold, The low purr growing louder in his throat as his Alpha gently scented him.

~~~~~

It took Peter about two days to gather himself up enough to begin his usual heat preparations.

He normally would've started immediately, but the uncertainty of this particular situation had nearly put him out of commission. He'd skipped more than a few meals, completely forgot about his physics test, and missed an entire night of sleep.

Tony wasn't having any of it.

He may have been able to make up his test, but that didn’t solve his food or his sleep deprivation. Tony was in Peter’s room again when he came back from making up his test, holding up a duffel bag and gesturing to the room.

“Pack an overnight bag. I’m taking you to the apartment.” Tony had ended up helping when he saw how tired Peter was, taking him straight to the apartment he was renting in the city. They only ever used it whenever Tony came to visit him, serving as the perfect place to get some extra privacy whenever they wanted it… or needed it.

He wasn't sure if it was because of his approaching heat or not, but something about having Tony by his side to make sure he was properly fed, showered, and rested made him feel safe and secure. So much so that he ended up falling asleep extremely early, the feeling of Tony's hand rubbing his back as they lay on the couch lulling him better than any remedy he had tried the previous night.

Peter slept through the entire night, only waking up once his alarm sounded the next morning. Though he was still anxious, waking up next to Tony in his bed mentally pushed him enough to begin getting things ready.

"Peter Parker?" Peter jumped up from the chair he was nervously lounging in and followed his counselor into her office. It was cozy and smelt really nice, like vanilla and honey.

"So, you're reporting a heat, right?" She asked once both of them were seated and his file was opened.

"Yes, Ma’am." She clicked her tongue and shook her head, her dark hair falling onto her face.

"I can't believe it's been a year already." She commented, fetching a paper from her drawer. “Time doesn’t go anywhere.”

Peter wasn’t sure what to say, so he just didn’t say anything.

"Since we've already been through this process you only need to resign a few papers. After that, I’ll ask you a handful of questions and then you’ll be free to go. Sound okay?” The Omega nodded, twisting his hands nervously in his lap.

Just like last year, her definition of “a few” papers turned out to be what felt like an entire stack. His hand was starting to cramp and his signature was beginning to look like mush every time he wrote it.

“Alright, now that that’s out of the way we can go over these questions. Hopefully, they'll be a little quicker than all of these.” she patted the stack of papers he had just signed, Peter silently hoping that she wasn't understating again.

Most of the questions were simple, things like “have you ever had any major complications during a heat” and so on.

“Are you sharing your heat with an Alpha?” That question caught him off guard. It must be a new one since she didn’t ask that one last year.

“Uhhh, yeah.” The woman nodded, leaning over and grabbing another paper from the other drawer. She wrote down a few things before continuing.

“Will this be your first heat with an Alpha?”

“... Yes.”

“Okay. Can you give me their name, age, and contact information please?” Peter hesitated, his mouth going dry. She continued when Peter took too long to answer and noticed his tensed-up posture.

“I'm sorry, sweetie. I know it's intrusive but after the incident with the Omega last year, we adjusted our policies. It's to help better protect our Omegan students and bring justice to the ones who deserve it."

Peter wasn't completely sure what happened, but he knew that the poor girl in question had been brutally beaten and claimed against her will. Just hearing about it made his stomach clench.

"T-That's good. I'm glad they're, umm, t-taking our safety into account." She smiled and nodded.

"As am I. Long overdue in my personal opinion. Now, may I have their name, please?"

“Right, yeah, sorry. It's Tony Stark.” The woman’s pen froze, her eyes darting up over her glasses to look at Peter.

“That Tony Stark?”

“Y-Yeah…” She hummed and made a “good for you” gesture with her head. Peter sighed with relief, glad that she didn’t ask him for any further details.

Once she had Tony’s contact information, they double-checked to make sure his emergency contact was correct, and then she closed his file.

"Alright, Peter, that's got you covered. Make sure you call your doctor when your heat is through to get an excuse and you'll be golden. Do you need an excuse for your classes?” Peter shook his head. “Alright. I hope everything goes well. Give us a call if you need anything.” Peter stood up a bit too quickly from the chair, more than happy to be done with this.

"Thank you, Ma’am.”

~~~~~

Two days later, Peter took yet another day from his classes to travel back to New York to go see his usual doctor for his pre-heat check-up. He had planned on finding one in Boston, but Tony knew that Peter wouldn't be comfortable with that and instead suggested the last-minute trip.

Normally, Peter tries not to use any financial advantage that Tony has, but with something this sensitive he made an exception

Peter thought he'd be going to the appointment alone since that's how he had always done it, but Tony insisted otherwise. “I said I’d be there for you and that includes your snooze fest doctor’s visits.” He’d said. Peter didn’t protest.

The waiting room was crowded and stuffy, Peter fanning himself with one of the many pregnancy magazines littering the tables as they waited to be called back.

“It’s so hot in here…” He complained, Tony only shrugging with a neutral hum as he scrolled through his phone.

“It’s a little warm but it’s not unbearable. I think it’s just your heat coming on.” Tony teased. Peter had taken his final dose of suppressants about two or three days earlier, symptoms of his incoming heat already starting to rear its ugly head in the form of sugary cravings and very mild cramping.

“Look, I know I’m showing a few symptoms, but I don’t start getting warm until a few days before. It’s just damn hot in here...” Tony laughed, throwing his arm to lay on the back of Peter’s chair and nosing at his neck.

“Maybe, but I can already smell it on you.” He growled quietly in his ear. Peter smacked him in the face with the magazine.

“Tony!” Peter whisper-yelled, frantically looking around the room to see if anyone had noticed. “Not in public! Everyone’s already got a microscope on us. What if they take a picture or something?”

“Sorry, Bambino.” He meaninglessly apologized, backing away from Peter's throat to place a sweet kiss on his cheek instead. “You know I have a hard time controlling myself in public.” Peter didn’t listen, instead bringing the collar of his shirt up to his nose to smell it. He only picked up Tony’s scent and his own soap but that didn’t stop his racing thoughts.

“It’s… It’s not strong, is it?”

Tony shook his head. “Nope. It’s extremely silent right now since you’ve only been off your suppressants for a few days. The only reason I can tell is that I scent you all the time.” Peter didn’t look convinced, his muted scent souring with worry as his eyes continued to roam over the crowd to see if anyone had gotten a whiff of him.

Only Tony noticed the shift in Peter’s scent, pocketing his phone and pulling the Omega into his arms. “Calm down for me, Pete. No one can tell but me. I promise. Even if they could I wouldn’t let anyone lay a finger on you.”

Peter slowly began to relax after that, the Omega laying his head down on Tony’s shoulder and continuing to fan himself while Tony quietly scented him.

Despite how crowded the waiting room was, they didn’t have to wait too much longer before the nurse called Peter back. They took his vitals and his weight, asking him question after question as another nurse drew blood from his forearm. Peter quietly hissed when they stuck him, his reaction being more from a place of reflex than actual pain.

Tony's instincts, however, didn't see the difference, causing him to subconsciously growl at the Alpha who had caused his Omega "pain." Tony cleared his throat once he realized what he’d done, extremely rare embarrassment tinting his cheeks.

“Shit… sorry about that.” The nurse waved him off, not at all phased by Tony’s urge to protect. Once they were finally done, they placed them in an exam room where they waited again for about another 10 or 15 minutes before Dr. Wright finally came in.

“Hi, Peter.” She greeted. “That time of year again already, is it?” Peter nodded, twisting his hands together nervously in his lap. She then turned her attention to Tony. “Is this your Alpha?”

“Yeah. This is Tony.” She smiled at him and held her hand out. If she did recognize who Tony was she did a great job at maintaining her professional demeanor. “Hi, Dr. Kennedy Wright.” Tony shook her hand and smiled at her.

“Nice to meet you.” He greeted. Dr. Wright then proceeded to check Peter over just as she always has.

“Everything looks good.” She finished, putting her stethoscope back around her neck when she finished listening to his lungs. “You have the green light to proceed with your heat. However, do keep in mind that since this is your first one with an Alpha partner, it may be more intense than what you’re used to. I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about as long as Tony is there to help you.” She then directed her attention over to Tony.

“Make sure he eats protein-rich foods, drinks plenty of fluids, and rests in between waves.” Tony nodded, reaching out to hold Peter's hand when he noticed his scent souring with worry again. Dr. Wright picked up on his anxious demeanor and placed a hand on his knee.

“It’s okay, Peter. I’m more than confident that everything will go fine, but remember that you can call me at any time if you have any major problems.” Peter held onto Tony's hand a little tighter as he flashed her a gentle smile. “I’ll go ahead and send in a new prescription for your suppressants and Alisha will be in in just a moment to give you your birth control shot. Any questions for me?” Both Tony and Peter shook their heads, Dr. Wright giving Peter a few more words of encouragement and reminded them again to call her if anything were to go wrong before leaving the room.

When Peter got his shot about five minutes later, Tony thankfully didn’t growl at anyone, but what he said made Peter wish he had.

“Hopefully one day you won’t need that.” He winked, Alisha laughing hard as she injected the medication into Peter's arm.

~~~~~

Peter was up much earlier than usual, reading through the news on his phone while sipping on a cup of coffee. He had been unable to sleep the previous night, browsing through various websites for tips on being with an Alpha partner for the first time while Tony slept peacefully next to him. When he finally did try to get some rest, his mind was still going haywire and was far too jolted to properly quieten down. When the sky began going from black to navy, Peter finally just gave up.

This wasn’t anything new for the Omega, however. One of his common, and most dreaded, heat symptoms is borderline unbearable insomnia. He had hoped that it would pass this cycle but nope. He was halfway through his steaming drink when he felt Tony come up behind him and press a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Morning.” He gruffed, heading over to the coffee machine to get his own cup of brew. Tony would’ve normally been back in New York by now, but since Peter’s heat is approaching the Alpha didn’t feel comfortable letting the Omega stay in his dorm or leaving him alone in the apartment. Pepper hadn’t been too happy about Tony taking so many days off at first, but when he’d explained it was for Peter’s heat, the beta lightened up immediately and told him to take all the time he needed.

Tony suddenly stopped in his tracks while reaching up for a mug, walking back over to Peter and curiously sticking his nose to Peter's neck and inhaling deeply. The unexpected gesture sent a pleasant shiver down Peter's spine.

“Your scent’s getting stronger,” Tony grumbled, his voice low in his throat. Peter swallowed hard.

“Yeah… I’ve been off my suppressants for about five or six days now.” Tony gently traced his nose against Peter’s jaw, taking in the Omega’s scent some more with pleasing hums and low purrs.

“You’ve always smelled amazing, but it’s even more delicious than usual since you’ve stopped your medication. Like warm, fresh baked cookies and honey. There’s also a hint of spice since your heat’s approaching, but it’s still quiet.” Peter lolled his head over, submitting to the older Alpha as a moan spilled from his lips when Tony kissed gently at his gland.

“Tony…” Peter helplessly whispered, his hand coming up so he could lace his fingers in the Alpha’s hair.

“Mmm… you like that don’t you, baby?” Peter nodded, Tony then barely sinking his teeth into his skin. “Answer me, Omega.”

“Y-yes Alpha...” Peter whined. Tony chuckled lowly, continuing to press sweet kisses onto Peter’s throat. He then brought his hands up to the hem of Peter’s shirt, running his fingers underneath the fabric to caress Peter’s sides and stomach.

“Ahh!” Peter suddenly squeaked, jumping out of the chair and away from Tony’s mouth and wondering hands. Even though he had just been effectively cock-blocked, Tony couldn’t help but laugh.

“Get back here, you cock tease!” He play-pouted, reaching out for Peter again only to have his hands smacked away.

“No! Your hands are like ice!” Tony reached for Peter again, the Omega taking off towards the living room. Tony chased after him, the sound of Peter's laughter and tiny squeals as he tackled him to the couch like music to the Alpha’s ears.

When Peter’s laughing died down, they both gazed at each other lovingly for a while, a light blush dusting the Omega’s cheeks. Tony brushed Peter’s curls away from his forehead with the same dopey grin on his face.

“You’re so cute.” Peter laughed, his blush darkening slightly as he leaned up to steal a kiss. Tony melted into it, cupping Peter’s face as he kissed him back.

~~~~~

"Hey, can you take a break for a second?" Peter asks, placing his hand on Tony's shoulder while he soldered something to one of the motherboards he was working on. "I need to make a heat list. I normally already know what to get, but I wanted to make sure that you got the things you need as well." Tony sat aside the soldering iron and pulled back from his desk, giving the Omega his full attention.

"The only thing I ask for is a thousand boxes of those chocolate protein bars." Peter looked at the Alpha over his notebook, a look of bewilderment in his eyes.

“That’s it? Y-You don’t need any special Alpha stuff for when your rut hits?” Tony laughed, wrapping his arm around Peter’s waist and pulling him closer.

“Nope. The only thing I need is to make sure you’re comfortable and being well taken care of. So, just jot down whatever you normally get… and chocolate protein bars.” Peter giggled, setting aside the notepad to cup Tony's cheeks and rub his nose against his."

“Alright. I also wanted to go over some things regarding kinks and things like that You already know my safe word as well as what I like or not, but it’s a little different during my heat.” Tony pulled away, a confused and love-sick smile still plastered on his face.

“Its just- I tend to be a bit more…” Peter paused, trying to think of the right word. “Spicier… while I’m delirious with a fever and uncontrollable horniness, so I wanted to go over what I may or may not ask for that isn’t normally something I’d ask for outside my heat.” Tony’s eyebrows hitched at the word “spicer,” his dark eyes sparkling with lust when Peter finished explaining.

“Fire away, sweetheart.” He replied, his hands trailing down low to hold onto Peter’s hips. The Omega swallowed hard, pretending to not be affected by his Alpha’s undeniable sex appeal.

“So uhm… you already know I like to be lightly dominated, but during my heat, I might ask you to be a little rougher. Nothing too crazy like spanking or anything, but I might ask you to pull my hair a bit harder or even, in my more far gone states, ask you to break skin with your bites.

Tony felt his cock twitch to life in his joggers, the mere idea of Peter walking around with healing and bruised love bites weeks after his heat doing something to him.

“I might also ask for you to call me names that I usually don’t like. Like slut or dirty Omega whore. I don’t know why, but they tend not to bother me as much while I’m hazed out and even help me get off sometimes. Along with that, I’m extra sensitive to praise.”

Tony was already half-hard by now, unable to stop his mind from picturing everything that Peter was going over with him. The fact that the Omega looked incredibly adorable in the baggy sweater Tony had bought for him wasn’t helping anything either. “Anything else?”

Peter bit his lip. “I really like the idea of being bread. Obviously, any Omega does while in heat. That’s what these are for, after all.” Tony nodded once.

“Right.”

“However, I take it to the next level. I have this thing where I don’t want to waste anything… like at all. If I even lose a single drop I fall apart emotionally… which is why I’m kind of excited to share this one with you.” Tony chuckled.

“Already craving my knot, Omega?” Peter’s breath hitched.

“Well… I-I’ve never had one before so my Omega is going a little wild at the idea… yeah.” Tony growled quietly, digging his fingers into Peter’s hips and pulling him closer.

“I wish I could give it to you now. I bet you’d like that, huh?” Peter keened, Tony reaching forward to suck on Peter’s scent gland.

“So much…” Tony hummed happily, taking Peter with him as he stood up from his chair to sit him atop his work desk.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want right now, baby boy…” Tony growled in Peter’s ear. “...but I promise you when your heat hits and my rut gets triggered, I’ll give you my knot as many times as you want. I’ll keep you stuck on me the entire time if that’s what you want.”

Peter felt himself begin to slick, arousal causing his cock to pulse in his pants.“Touch me, Tony… please.”

Tony didn’t need to be asked twice.

~~~~~

After digging through the unfolded pile of clean t-shirts, he gave up. He was sure he had tossed his AC/DC shirt into the basket to be washed, but he didn't see it anywhere. Tony sighed. That was the fifth t-shirt he's lost just this past week. He instead just grabbed a plain workout shirt and tugged it on, heading upstairs and opening the door to their shared master bedroom.

“Hey Pete, have you seen my-” Tony interrupted himself. Peter was lying sideways on the made bed, the area around his face and the rest of the room littered with Tony's missing shirts and the throw blanket he’d brought from his dorm. Tony smiled, walking over to Peter so he could card his hand through the Omega’s curls. “Nevermind. I just found it.”

“M’sorry,” Peter muttered, Tony shushing him quietly

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. Your heat’s about five days out. I’m surprised you’re only just now starting to nest. I expected you to become a packrat a lot sooner.” Peter smiled and hummed a quiet laugh before bringing one of Tony’s shirts up to his nose and inhaling the Alpha’s scent with a deep and satisfied purr.

“I can’t start officially nesting until we get those supplies. We need to get something to protect the mattress.” Tony leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Peter’s temple.

“Well, let’s get going then before you can’t control it anymore.” Peter stretched out his limbs, reluctantly fighting his instinct to nest as he followed Tony out of the bedroom.

Peter stayed as close to Tony as he possibly could, leaning on the Alpha as they browsed the various aisles. Tony didn’t mind, wrapping his arm around his waist and holding onto him as they skimmed over various brands of sheet sets and comforters. Though it wasn’t anything abnormal, he could tell that Peter was putting off a bit more heat than usual.

“I think we should get these,” Peter says, voice low as he points to a solid white sheet and comforter set. “I’ve used this brand before and they’re great for not soaking up scents. Plus they’re washable so we can use them again.” Tony nods, reaching for the set and tossing it into their almost full shopping cart.

“Alright, what were the last two things?” Tony asks, watching as Peter scans over the list again.

“Just those and a mattress cover was it.”

“Okay. Is there anything my Bambino wants?” Peter ponders for a moment while they made their way over to the mattress covers.

“A popsicle.” Tony snorts a laugh.

“Really? A single popsicle and that’s it?” Peter knew that Tony was trying to joke around with him like he usually does, but he was drained from fighting his nesting instincts earlier and only quietly whined in response.

“Okay, a box of popsicles. Cherry?”

Peter nodded and added: “With sugar.”

“With sugar,” Tony confirmed, pressing a comforting kiss to Peter’s forehead. “Anything else?” Peter shook his head while Tony grabbed the most expensive mattress cover the store had, making their way to checkout as soon as he grabbed Peter’s popsicles. Tony let go of Peter’s waist to start scanning their things, the Omega feeling the loss of Tony’s scent and warmth instantly. He unconsciously let out a whimper, Tony right back by the Omega’s side when he heard him.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’m just paying for our stuff so we can get you home, okay?” Peter sighed lightly and nodded, closing his eyes and leaning into Tony’s hand. He tried to be as quick as possible, getting everything bagged and paid for in under two minutes. He grabbed the receipt from the dispenser and brought Peter back to his side as they began to walk out of the store. The Omega whimpered in relief, laying his head back on Tony’s shoulder.

Tony gave his jacket to Peter to help comfort him while he unloaded everything out of the car and prepared the California king for the inevitable. He barely even had the comforter out of the plastic when Peter finally gave in to his instincts, no longer able to control his urge to nest. Tony tossed the comforter onto the bed haphazardly and left the room, giving Peter the space he needed to confidently build his nest.

When he went back to check on him about two hours later, he was buried under the comforter and surrounded by a bunch of pillows and Tony’s clothes. He was sure he saw one of his designer suit jackets in there somewhere, but he didn’t care. Whatever his Omega needed he got.

“Honey, I brought you a popsicle and some water. You need to stay hydrated.” Peter poked his head out from his nest, his flushed cheeks and messy curls melting Tony into a puddle. Peter took the glass from him and gulped down a few drinks while Tony unwrapped the frozen treat for Peter. He exchanged the glass for the popsicle, smiling fondly when the Omega hummed happily at the taste.

Tony started to walk out, but his Omega’s whine stopped him dead in his tracks. He turned back towards Peter and smiled fondly when he saw him making a grabby hand for him while his other one held the popsicle.

“Hold on a second, honey. I promise I’ll be right back.” Peter reluctantly allowed Tony to leave, finishing up his popsicle with one last bite. He tossed the wooden stick in the nearby trash bin and cuddled back into his nest. Tony joined him about five minutes later. Peter clung to him like an octopus and purred loudly as the smell of warm firewood lulled him to sleep remarkably fast.

~~~~~

Peter stirred uncomfortably on Tony’s chest, a quiet whimper escaping his throat. Tony snuggled Peter closer, scenting the Omega to comfort him in his sleep. That was when he noticed the shift, the very mild spice that had been laced in Peter’s delicious scent since his check-up increasing in intensity.

His heat was starting.

It wasn’t supposed to hit for at least another few days, but it wasn’t surprising that it was hitting early. Being exposed to Tony's Alpha pheromones nearly constantly no doubt played a major role.

Tony growled, Peter’s sent intoxicating and damn near causing his eyes to roll back into his head. He unconsciously wound his fingers into Peter's hair, but let go quickly when clarity returned to him suddenly. Tony shook his head, almost violently, to rid the lingering fog over his mind.

"Friday, activate heat protocols."

"Sure thing, boss." A few seconds passed before the A.I responded again. "Heat protocols are now active. Ms. Potts and all other requested parties have been notified."

Tony sighed, thankful that he had programmed the protocol early in case something like this were to happen.

Tony's phone buzzes not a minute later from the nightstand with a call from Pepper. Tony grumbled. He really did not want to be disturbed with his Omega this close to his heat, but he answered anyway. He tried not to sound annoyed, but he couldn't help it.

"What?"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," she apologized. She could tell that Tony was less than happy to have his attention drawn away from his Omega. " I just wanted to check on him before his first wave hits." Tony hummed in understanding, pushing back his Alpha instincts as much as he could.

"Pete's fine. He's asleep right now. Friday is monitoring our vitals and will notify me and you if she directs anything concerning."

"Good. Remember what May and I told yo-"

“Call 911 then you,” he interrupted, the phrase engraved into his brain at this point.

“Right. Give us a call when everything lines out… and please take care of him. May and I both are all wound up for him."

“I will, Pep." Tony hung up after that. He normally wouldn't have ended it so abruptly, but, again, he couldn't help it. A distant rumble of thunder rolled across the dark sky as he turned his phone off and sat it back on the nightstand face down. The Omega whined quietly when Tony held him again. He shushed him quietly and brushed his curls away from his forehead.

Finally, after a week and a half of stress, everything was ready. All they had to do was wait... though if Tony had to guess based on Peter’s scent and warmer than average temperature alone, they wouldn’t have to wait for much longer.

~~~~~

Peter doesn’t know what time it is when he wakes up. It was still dark outside, heavy rain battering against the window with an occasional clap of thunder, but he could’ve cared less. The weather didn’t matter.

What did matter was the blazing heat. His entire body was impossibly hot as if he’d been out in the sun for too long and his mind was hazy at best. He’s laying on top of someone, he realizes, their soft breathing creating even more warmth atop Peter's head. He tried to remember who they were, but his mind was blank, clouded in a sweltering fog. He didn’t feel in danger, so he ignored it in favor of his thighs that were absolutely soaked with slick.

He pushes himself up and away from the body underneath him, trying to get in a more comfortable position for his cramps. Suddenly, the person underneath him growls quietly in their sleep, a strong hand forcefully pushing Peter back down to where he was. Searing shivers suddenly erupt from Peter’s cock when the hand pushes him against the other body, even more slick gushing out on his already drenched thighs as his hard member twitches painfully against the other person.

Somewhere amidst the fog in his mind, he was aware of what was going on. Fear shines through the haze like a lighthouse, his chest constricting painfully with worry as he suddenly remembers the situation he was in. His heat started a full three days early and was already much, much stronger than anything he had ever experienced.

In an attempt to calm himself down, he tried to remember what Dr. Wright had told him. Something about fluids… rest? Wasn’t there a shot in there somewhere as well?

He whimpers quietly, another rumble of thunder booming as he pressed into the body underneath him, a cramp tearing through his abdomen as he did so. He wanted it all to go away, to have something inside him so he didn’t feel all this heat and pain.

Tears begin to roll down his face, his hole gushing as it clenched down on nothing. The body under him moves suddenly, Peter barely aware of being raised with them as they sat up.

“Shhhh.” They coo quietly, the calloused hands wiping away his tears, the warm baritone, and the smell of burning firewood and dark chocolate cutting through the fog. He looked up to face the person who was trying to comfort him, all of Peter’s breath leaving him in an instant. He recognized the graying goatee, gentle lips, and deep mocha eyes right away.

Tony.

Peter began to cry harder with relief, reaching for the Alpha as he sobbed quietly. “Please,” he says in a whisper. “T-Tony…” Tony shushes him again, wiping more tears away from his cheeks as he moved to lay Peter back down on the bed.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Tony takes Peter's wrist into his hand and rubs his cheek against it, still trying to comfort the distressed Omega.

The fog hovering over Peter's mind suddenly grows thicker, desire completely taking over all of his senses. His hips bucked up gently off of the bed with a groan, no longer caring about how sweet Tony was being with him or about the tears still running down his face. His hands reached up to Tony’s boxers, tugging on the waistband to get them off, but they barely budged. Peter growled with frustration.

“Hold on a second, Pete,” Tony said, his voice sounding like it was underwater.

Peter whines, pure lust and desperation heavy in his tone. "I-I can't… hurts." He sounded pitiful, pain and scorching need overwhelming him. "Please… n-need you."

As confident as Tony was in himself, even he had to admit that he’d been a little anxious about Peter’s heat. He wanted to make sure that his first Alpha experience would be a good one, so he had planned to take Peter apart little by little during his first wave, wanting to worship Peter as he deserved. However, not even Tony had expected a response this intense.

As much as he hated to, he had to abandon his plan.

Thunder rumbled again as Peter curled in on himself with a groan of pain, moving onto his side in a fetal position from the agony of it all. Tony shed his boxers quickly and laid back down behind Peter, gently pulling him flush to his chest as he parted his soaked thighs to slide two fingers into his wet entrance.

Peter felt the pain ease up immediately, pushing himself back on Tony’s hand to shove his large fingers deeper with the sultriest moan that Tony had ever heard from the Omega.

Tony growled. “Fuck, such a good Omega. Absolutely perfect.” Tony withdrew his fingers just as Peter had started to rock himself back onto them, an anguished sound of protest spilling from his lips as the agony returned.

Tony’s heart broke at seeing Peter in so much misery, whining quietly as he lifted up Peter’s leg a little higher and finally pushed himself in. Peter’s cries stopped, desire once again taking over.

“Yeeesss…” he moans, his whole body quaking with satisfaction as Tony sunk himself all the way to the hilt. Tony couldn’t hold back, already pounding into Peter with hurried thrusts. He was so tight, wet, and warm. Such a beautiful Omega.

Peter clenches down on the prodding member buried inside him, overwhelmed with pleasure and relief. His skin feels as if it had been ignited, his nerves tingling pleasurably all the way down to his toes as Tony fucked him relentlessly. Peter felt weightless, barely conscious of anything else besides Tony pounding into him with loud, wet slaps of skin.

Tony was biting on Peter’s shoulder, applying as much pressure as he normally would during one of their normal romps. Peter, however, wasn’t satisfied.

“F-Fucking bite me, Alpha. W-Wanna… feel your teeth.” Tony groaned, voice heavy with lust as he sunk his teeth deep into the meat of Peter’s shoulder. The thigh he was holding trembled in his grip, slick pouring all over his cock when Peter orgasmed without warning.

Tony moaned into the back of Peter’s neck at the feeling, muttering broken words into the fresh bites. Peter had a difficult time making any of them out in his hazed state. It seemed like he had heard words like ‘beautiful,’ ‘sweet,” and maybe even ‘Bambi?’ Again, he wasn’t entirely sure.

Tony changes positions when Peter’s trembling slows, pulling out long enough to push Peter onto his back. He slides back in before the Omega could miss him, leaning down on his elbows to get as close to Peter as possible. The Omega mewled at the shift, Tony's stomach now brushing against Peter’s leaking member with each of Tony’s forceful thrusts. That’s all it takes, Peter spurting on both of their stomachs again as he repeats Tony’s name like a spell. His thighs were still trembling with pleasure when he coaxed Tony into moving again, his second orgasm not being nearly enough to satiate his appetite.

Tony hesitates for a moment, asking if the Omega was sure, but Peter’s only response was a whine, wrapping his legs around Tony in an attempt to pull him closer. The Alpha swallowed Peter's protesting whines with a kiss, going right back to pounding Peter into the bed as a flash of lightning lights the bedroom for a split second followed immediately by a deafening smack of thunder.

Not even two minutes passed before Peter was cumming again, his entire body clenching tight as he somehow spurts even more than the first time. Peter collapsed back down onto the sheets, Tony following him so he could stay buried to the hilt as he peppered gentler kisses onto his boyfriend’s cheeks. This would usually be enough to satisfy his first wave, but he was now three orgasms in and Tony’s scent was still hitting him like a freight train.

“Tony…” Peter whines, his eyes welling with tears again from the sheer intensity of it all. “I-I can’t… it’s too much…” Tony sushes him quietly, wiping away the tears on his cheeks with his thumbs.

“I’m here, baby. I’ll make it better. I promise.” Tony kept his hands on Peter’s face as he pulled out and pushed back in, more tears rolling down Peter’s face from relief. Tony kept a steady, but gentle pace, taking his time to make sure Peter wasn’t being overwhelmed. Eventually, Peter was squirming under the Alpha, another orgasm building.

This time, he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t shy about asking for it.

“Alpha… k-knot me. Please…” Peter begged, bringing his own hands up to hold onto Tony’s that was still holding his face. Tony growled, speeding up his hips.

“Yeah? You-You want Alpha to breed you?" Peter nodded, losing himself in the overwhelming need to be filled and bread.

“Wan… your cum…” Logically, they both knew that Tony couldn’t knot him since his rut hadn’t been triggered yet, but just the idea of it alone made the Omega’s head swim.

It didn’t take long for Peter to cum again, Tony fucking him through it as his own orgasm began to build. “That’s it, baby… surrender to it… nghh, God, M’gonna cum.” Peter clenched down on him tighter, the Omega’s orgasm still running through his body like electricity.

“Give it to me… G-Give it to me, Alpha.” With one last strangled grunt, Tony came, slamming himself balls deep as he pressed himself as close to Peter as he could. Peter could feel Tony’s cock twitch inside him along with the small jerks of Tony’s hips, delicious warmth spreading through his lower half as Tony filled him full.

The feeling caused Peter to have yet another orgasm. It wasn’t nearly as intense as the other four had been, but he always had what he called a “minigasm” whenever Tony came in him even outside of his heat.

Tony went limp atop of Peter, the Omega’s legs still shaking. Tony pressed gentle kisses wherever he could reach. Pride surged in his chest when Peter started to purr below him, finally sated and satisfied.

“Haven’t cum like that in ages…” Tony mutters, rubbing his nose along Peter’s neck. He didn’t answer, favoring to hum happily instead between purrs. Tony stayed in Peter until the Omega fell back asleep, gently pulling out his softened cock. It tried to harden again at the sight of his cum leaking from Peter’s hole, but he did his best to ignore it for now.

Tony grabbed one of the many clean towels from the dresser and cleaned them up the best he could, laying back down next to Peter once he had them both dry. The spice in Peter’s scent had his instincts on high alert and there was no way in hell he’d be able to go back to sleep, but Tony was perfectly content with holding Peter in his arms as the thunderstorm continued raging outside.

~~~~~

Peter's second wave comes and goes, the Omega falling asleep yet again as soon as Tony satisfied him. It had been far more intense than the previous one, Peter having seven peaks before he was sated. His third one would start anytime now and Tony was starting to worry.

He thought that his rut would've definitely been triggered by now but he was still calm and completely lucid. Without his knot, Peter's waves would only continue to get worse. It is the reason Omegas are extremely discouraged to endure their heats alone unless told to do so by their doctor. Without an Alpha’s knot, their waves would continue to climb in intensity until their heats ended… or until their bodies shut down. Whichever came first.

Maybe he should have asked Peter’s doctor about those rut triggers Rhody told him about… It may have been a lighthearted joke at the time, but he was seriously beginning to hate himself for not at least looking into them. What if his rut never triggers and he’s forced to watch Peter suffer while he remains completely helpless? Even worse, what if it got to the point where he had to take Peter to the emergency room? He would never be able to forgive himself for that, for failing to protect and satisfy his Omega.

"Mmm-Tony…" Peter cried, his third wave hitting him hard with the worst cramps he has ever felt. Tony shushed him quietly, gently rubbing Peter's stomach where he was the most tender as he wiped away the Omega’s tears with his thumb. He could also hear his own heart shattering into a million pieces, but he was pretty sure he was the only one who could.

"I know baby, I know." He whispered, turning Peter around to lay on his stomach.

Naturally, when Tony worries he thinks. It’s how he personally copes with stressful situations and the thought of not being able to please Peter was flat out exasperating. So, he’d spent most of Peter’s downtime getting lost in thought on how he could trigger his rut. He had several ideas rolling around in his head, but he decided to try his favorite one first.

Eating Peter out.

He wasn’t sure why, but something about eating out his partners always drove him mad. There was just something so intimate about knowing how the other tasted that made him downright feral. So, naturally, he figured that getting a good taste of the Omega would be the perfect way to lose himself… he hopes, anyway.

It won’t be the most satisfying thing for Peter in this state, but if it had the chance to trigger his rut he had to at least try.

Once he made sure that Peter was comfortable, he pressed a kiss to Peter’s shoulder and laid down on his stomach as well. He rubbed Peter’s cheeks with a groan, gently parting them after a moment to get to his rim. Tony’s cock twitched in delight underneath him at the sight of Peter’s rim sopping with fresh slick, ready to take whatever Tony would (or could) give him.

He suddenly slapped one of his cheeks with a growl, Peter moaning loudly and clenching himself down hard on nothing. Tony hadn’t intended to do that, but he in no way tried to control himself. It was a good sign that he was on the right track.

Finally, Tony relinquished all of his control over his instincts and dove in to get a good lick. He’s tasted Peter before several times but it was nothing compared to how he tasted while he was in heat. So sweet and delicious almost like candy.

“Fuck.” Tony groaned, digging his fingers into Peter’s skin to spread him even wider.

“Tonnn…” Peter sighed, unable to finish Tony’s name. Though it was nowhere near enough, the feeling of Tony eating him like he hadn’t had anything to eat in days lit Peter on fire, the pleasure from it curling his toes as he fluttered on Tony’s tongue.

Much to Tony's surprise, he was already losing grip with himself, the delicious taste of Peter’s slick mixed with his fluttering hole and the downright sinful mewls spilling from his lips proving Tony's thought process right. In the back of his mind, he was overjoyed with relief knowing that he was finally going to be able to knot his Omega but was also shocked. It had been the result he hoped for, but he was caught off guard by just how fast he snapped.

He didn’t remain lucid long enough to dwell on it, however.

Peter sensed the shift in Tony’s scent, immediately going limp and submitting to the Alpha. Tony lifted up from Peter’s hole, the Omega’s slick dripping from Tony’s goatee as he manhandled Peter up from the bed and onto his hands and knees.

As soon as Peter was steady, Tony lined himself up and pushed himself into Peter with one forceful thrust. The move would’ve been painful for Peter outside his heat, but right now it was exactly what he needed.

“Yessss.” He moaned, tears of relief flooding his eyes yet again as Tony began a brutal pace. Peter lolled his head down onto the pillow, quietening his moans significantly. The intensity of his heat and the relief of Tony’s hurried pacing drained him to the point of not being able to keep his head up.

"No!" Tony snarled, grabbing a fistful of Peter's curls and yanking his head back, the lewd sounds returning much to Tony's delight. Peter moaned at the sensation of Tony’s fingers tangling in his hair, clenching down on Tony hard as the first orgasm of the wave hit him like a truck.

"That's it, baby." Tony groaned, watching the Omega squirm and drench on his cock. After Peter's second orgasm, Tony could feel his own peak building, that delightful tingle getting more intense with each passing second.

"Alpha…" Peter whined, pushing his ass back onto Tony's cock with each hurried thrust. "Wann… want your knot… need it…" he groaned.

"It's-it's coming baby… fuck, it's coming. Gonna fill you up so good." Tony leaned over and pressed his face into Peter's shoulder, his hands tightening the grip on Peter's hair and hip as his knot began to swell.

Peter could feel it, the Omega becoming desperate and squirming against Tony with quiet and hurried variations of begs. Hearing Peter's pleas to knot him was the final straw for Tony, the added squirms from the Omega providing enough extra friction to bring himself over. He snarled into Peter's shoulder, sinking his teeth into the already broken skin as he popped his knot with one final and brutal thrust. Peter stumbled right behind him, his own dick spilling onto the sheets with every clench.

"Good boy. Good Omega." Tony groaned. "Milking my knot like such a good boy… Jesus fuck…"

It was the longest orgasm Peter ever had, finally coming down after what felt like hours of being lost to the pleasure. His dick still throbbed pleasantly to the rhythm of his heartbeat, a small but consistent stream of cum still leaking from it while Tony was still lost to his own orgasm.

When the Alpha finally calmed down, he retracted his teeth from Peter's shoulder with a shaky moan and kissed the fresh bite. Peter winced a bit, the pain finally registering now that his mind was clear.

"Sorry," Tony whispered, moving his kisses to his other shoulder. "You're so amazing… you know that, right?"

"Mmm…" Peter hummed, allowing exhaustion to take over as Tony gently moved them to lay on their sides. Peter tensed on Tony's knot when he accidentally jostled them too much, the Alpha letting out a strangled gasp as he came again. It didn't last long and wasn't that intense, but it still blissed him out.

"Fuck, you're milking me so good… I can't get enough of you. Couldn’t ask for a better Omega.” Peter began to purr loudly at that, Tony holding onto him as tight as he could as he drifted off back to sleep.

~~~~~

Tony woke to the sun shining on his face, his stomach grumbling loudly as soon as his eyes were open. Peter was sleeping in his arms, the Omega purring quietly in his sleep with his face pressed into Tony’s chest. Tony smiled at the sight, gently running a hand through Peter’s curls as his stomach growled again.

The last thing he wanted was to disturb their happy little cocoon of warmth and comfort, but his stomach was planning on doing that regardless of what he chose. So, reluctantly, Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead and scented the Omega a little to comfort him as he rose up from the blankets. Peter whined, Tony freezing in his tracks thinking that he’d woken him. Thankfully, he only curled into a ball while fisting at Tony’s pillow and one of his tees, his happy purrs resuming after a few seconds.

Tony sighed a breath of relief and padded quietly into the bathroom. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth, dressing only in a plush black bathrobe when he went back out into the bedroom and over to their supply stash. He grabbed a handful of the protein bars he loved, some grapes, a package of peanut butter crackers, and two bottles of water before making his way back over to Peter. Tony ate the bars and some of the grapes in silence, his phone remaining untouched the entire time.

Tony has helped plenty of Omegas through their heats over the years, but Peter was special. He’s never seen an Omega so enraptured with his scent before nor has he ever had such a strong urge to protect. Although it’s an exciting feeling, it’s also terrifying. Peter is the one thing that Tony hasn’t screwed up yet and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible… however, Tony’s love for Peter is growing deeper and deeper by the day and so does his fear of losing him.

Tony finished his last protein bar quicker than he expected to, heaving a heavy sigh as he threw away the wrappers and opened up the other bottle of water. He hated to bother the Omega, he really did, but Tony had to make sure that he was hydrated. Especially after their previous excursions.

Tony shook Peter’s shoulder gently. “Pete.” … No response. “Peter.”

“Hmpf?” He hummed, his face undisturbed.

“C’mon honey, you need to drink some water and eat.”

It took some coaxing but Peter was sitting up in bed before long, wrapped up like a burrito while Tony fed him some peanut butter crackers. He was down to the last cracker when the next wave hit him, Tony all but throwing the final cracker across the room.

~~~~~

The week had been exhausting. Peter felt like he had constantly leaking cum from his own cock, a pleasant low tingle thrumming through him at all times. Though his heat was pretty much done, that tingle was still there and he couldn’t help but purr with it.

"I think I got one more knot in me. Do you want it?" Peter opened one eye and looked over at the Alpha, shaking his head enthusiastically at the offer. He wanted to sleep for days but there was just no conceivable way he could resit sinking himself down onto Tony’s cock one last time, savoring every inch of it.

It didn’t take long for them both to finish, Peter stuck on Tony’s knot for the final time as he finally allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

~~~~~

Tony nudged a frozen strawberry against the side of Peter’s mouth. He bit into it weakly, chewing it slowly to savor the taste. He wanted nothing more than to sleep for the next fifty years, but he knew that he wouldn��t be allowed to doze off until Tony made sure that he was properly bathed and fed. He did have to admit, though, that the frozen fruit he was feeding him did taste amazing and felt refreshing on his parched tongue.

“You did so well, honey.” Tony praised, wiping some residual juice away from Peter’s lip with his thumb. “So perfect.”

Peter nuzzled into Tony’s neck a little more, enjoying the feeling of the hot water soothing his muscles while Tony held him close.

“Mmmm, so were you. That was the best heat I’ve ever had. I don’t know why I'm ever nervous.”

“Good.” Tony smiled, gently dragging the washcloth over Peter’s chest. “I’m glad I was able to take such good care of you, sweetheart. I take it that my knot was to your standards then?” Peter snorted.

“Yes, Tony. Your knot was incredible. Too bad I have to wait a whole year to get it again.” Tony hummed, feeding Peter another bite of strawberry after washing his back.

“Well… maybe you don’t have to…” Peter stopped chewing and rose up from Tony’s chest to look at him, his eyes wide and full of question.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, his mouth still semi-full.

“Well, you can come off of your suppressants sooner than a year, right?” Peter nodded once. “So, if you really want my knot again that soon, you could just come off of your suppressants again in three months instead of 12.”

Peter looked down to the water with a sigh, finally swallowing the bite of strawberry that had still been in his mouth.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Pete. I don’t want you to think that you have to”

‘No, I know.” He interrupted. “I know you want me to make the choice and honestly, yeah I’d love to. I’d love to have your knot every three months or so… but the more you start and stop your suppressants, the less effective birth control is… and I… I know I said a lot of things while I was lust-driven, but I’m honestly terrified of becoming Pregnant. A kid would throw everything out of wack and I can barely deal with myself let alone a baby that needs constant care. And I know that you and May would help but I ju-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Pete. No one said anything about having a baby right now. I would never ask something like that from you. I only offered it to you so you'd know that it was an option. If you want to stay on your suppressants all year, that's perfectly okay… but I also won't ever deny you my knot. Seeing you stuck on me and all blissed out was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

Peter smiled, closing his eyes and thinking about the previous week. He couldn’t believe how insatiable he still was. He’s had Tony’s knot all week but the thought of having to wait another year to get it again was downright daunting. He knew he’d have to at least look into it. Now that he’s had a taste of Tony’s knot, he wanted it as much as possible.

"I'll make an appointment with Dr. Wright and talk to her about my options. We’ll see what happens after that." Tony’s eyes twinkled with familiar lust, clearly excited that he was at least willing to discuss his options for going into heat more often. He tried to hide it, but Peter could tell he was excited.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll take you wherever you need to." Peter smiled at Tony and leaned in for a kiss, laying his head back on Tony's shoulder.

"I love you," Peter said, taking another bite of the fruit when Tony held it up to him. The older man smiled lovingly at his perfect Omega, placing a kiss atop his head.

"I love you too, Bambino."

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