#omega!tony

[teddiee]

hi love <3 not really a drabble request but have you considered writing little what if's about the Into each Life fic, like a drabble about Tony and Bucky going on a coney island date (that's me wisfully yearning) or missing scenes that maybe you don't want to post in the main fic. it's completely fine if you don't!

i love love love your fanfics, please take care of yourself and have a great day 🥰

✨I’M ALIVE!!!✨

also this ask?? single-handedly reached through the screen, grabbed me by the collar, and whispered “write the Coney Island date, you fucking coward.”

and honestly? fair.

thank you for the sweetest message—there will definitely be more missing scenes and little what-if’s soon (because I, too, am yearning and missing my boys bad).

word count: 5,778

warnings: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, period-typical homophobia, period-typical sexism, implied/referenced child abuse, age gap (18/22), possessive behavior, sexual tension, scent marking, mating cycles/in heat (mentioned), designation discrimination

tags: #tony stark's degradation kink vs. bucky barnes' praise kink: fight #steve rogers did not sign up for this #the real wonder wheel experience is the panic attack you have along the way #nathan's hot dogs as a metaphor for something #howard stark is his own warning #these boys need therapy but it's 1942 so they get coney island instead

INTO EACH LIFE: coney island interlude

Late June, 1942

The subway car lurched to a stop, and Tony's shoulder knocked into Bucky's bicep. The contact sent a pulse through his scent glands, quick and mortifying, like a hiccup he couldn't swallow back. Not an accident—nothing between them felt accidental anymore, not since that night in Bucky's apartment, not since Bucky had asked him to go steady with hands that trembled against Tony's jaw and a voice that went rough on "sweetheart."

"Stillwell Avenue, last stop," the conductor announced, tinny through the speakers.

Tony's stomach performed a peculiar flip that had nothing to do with the jerky train ride. Through the grimy window, he could already see it—the skeleton of the Wonder Wheel rising against a sky so blue it hurt to look at, the distant screams from the Cyclone carrying on the salt-thick breeze.

"You gonna move, or am I carryin' you off this train?" Bucky's breath was warm against his ear, and Tony's spine did that mortifying thing where it wanted to curve backward into the Alpha's chest. His body had opinions lately. Loud ones.

"I'm savoring the air conditioning," Tony lied through his teeth, because the subway car was a suffocating metal coffin that reeked of Beta perspiration and someone's tragic egg salad lunch. His own scent was probably broadcasting his lies like a radio tower, all nervous-sweet anticipation.

Bucky's hand found the small of his back—just his pinky and ring finger touching bare skin where Tony's shirt had ridden up. The contact was nothing, barely there, but Tony's glands pulsed once, hard, flooding his mouth with copper. His knees went liquid.

He stumbled forward before his body could do something truly mortifying, like arch into that touch until Bucky had no choice but to catch him. Or worse—whimper. In public. Like some Victorian maiden with the vapors.

The platform was chaos. Families everywhere, kids with sticky fingers clutching wooden nickels, teenage couples pressed together despite the heat. A Beta woman's toddler careened into Tony's legs, leaving what appeared to be chocolate handprints on his trousers. Spectacular.

Tony's designation should have made him invisible here—male Omegas, if present, were ghosts in crowds. Neither fish nor fowl, evolutionary hiccups that nobody quite knew what to do with. But Bucky's presence changed the equation. The Alpha walked half a step behind him, close enough that his scent created a barrier, pine and gunpowder and something darker underneath. Mine, it said, without Bucky having to open his mouth. Claimed, even without a single tooth mark to show for it.

Tony's neck burned at the thought. The unmarked skin of his throat felt obscene suddenly, naked. He tugged at his collar.

"Where to first?" Bucky asked once they'd fought their way through the turnstiles. His hand landed on Tony's hip, steering him through the crowd with a casualness that made Tony's pulse skip. "Wanna hit the beach? Get some grub? Try our luck at the penny arcade?"

I want you to put your mouth on me until I forget my own name, Tony thought, then bit down hard on his tongue. The pain helped, a little. Grounded him.

"Food," he managed, voice only slightly strangled. "Definitely food. I'm wasting away. Look at me. Practically skeletal."

Bucky's laugh rumbled through the space between them, and Tony felt it in his sternum like a tuning fork. "You ate three eggs this morning. Steve's eggs. That he made for himself."

"He offered to share."

"You took his plate right outta his hands."

"He wasn't eating fast enough." Tony squinted against the sun, already feeling the heat painting itself across his cheekbones. Perfect. He'd look like a boiled lobster within the hour. Very attractive. "Time is money, Barnes. Besides, I'm a growing boy. Need to keep my strength up for all this... wholesome American entertainment. Very taxing on the constitution."

"That what we're calling it?" Bucky's thumb found the strip of skin above Tony's waistband again, pressing just hard enough to make Tony's step falter. "Guess I better keep you well-fed then."

They ended up at Nathan's, because where else would they go? The line snaked around the building, and Tony found himself pressed between a sweating Beta family of six and Bucky's solid warmth. Every time the line shuffled forward, Bucky's hand would ghost across his hip, his lower back, the nape of his neck. Unnecessary. Maddening.

Tony's hindbrain catalogued each touch with embarrassing eagerness: Alpha touching. Alpha claiming. Alpha wants us to smell like him.

"You're growling," Tony muttered.

"Am not," Bucky said, then immediately proved himself a liar as another Alpha—tall, broad, reeking of pomade and ego—tried to cut ahead in line. The sound that came out of Bucky's chest was subsonic, felt more than heard.

The other Alpha took one look at Bucky and decided the back of the line was actually preferable. Smart man.

"Very civilized," Tony observed. "What's next, beating your chest? Marking your territory on the lamppost?"

"Don't tempt me." Bucky's hand slid up to cup the back of Tony's neck, thumb pressing into the gland there just hard enough to make Tony's vision white out at the edges. "You smell like anxiety. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I always smell like this. It's my signature scent. Eau de Perpetual Panic."

"Tony."

"I'm fine. Just..." Tony's throat clicked as he swallowed. "There's a lot of people."

It wasn't entirely a lie. The crowd pressed in from all sides, too many scents mingling into a nauseating cocktail. His skin felt too tight, hypersensitive to every brush of a stranger's arm, every accidental jostle. His body couldn't decide if it wanted to flee or freeze.

Bucky made a considering noise, then shifted his position. Suddenly Tony was bracketed by the Alpha's body—Bucky's chest to his back, arms caging him in as he gripped the railing. Protected. Hidden.

The relief was immediate and mortifying. Tony's entire body went loose, tension bleeding out of his muscles like someone had pulled a plug. His scent shifted, going honey-sweet with gratitude before he could stop it.

"Better?" Bucky's voice was carefully neutral, but Tony could feel the pleased rumble in his chest.

Tony nodded, not trusting his voice. His biology was making executive decisions without his permission again. Safe, his hindbrain purred. Alpha keeping us safe.

"You ever been here before?" Bucky asked, chin nearly resting on Tony's head. This close, Tony could smell everything—the dockyard salt that never quite left Bucky's skin, the faint trace of Lucky Strikes, that underneath-scent that made Tony's mouth water like he was the one queuing for hot dogs.

"Once." The memory surfaced reluctantly, like something dredged up from the harbor. "Howard brought me. I was... ten, maybe? Eleven? Some business associate had a son who needed entertaining." Tony scratched at a mosquito bite on his forearm, feeling Bucky tense behind him.

"Kid threw up on the Thunderbolt," Tony continued. "All over my shoes. Sixty-dollar Oxfords, absolutely ruined. Howard made me walk around in them the rest of the day as a lesson in... honestly, I never figured out what the lesson was supposed to be. Humility? Don't stand too close to nauseous children? The world may never know."

Bucky's hand found his hip again, thumb pressing into the hollow just above his waistband. "Your father's a real piece of work."

"Yeah, well." Tony's throat felt tight, his glands pulsing with something that might have been distress if he let it. He swallowed it down. "At least I got to keep the shoes. Made excellent kindling."

They reached the counter before Bucky could respond. The Beta boy taking orders looked roughly twelve and deeply uninterested in anything beyond his next cigarette break.

"Two with everything," Bucky ordered. "Extra onions on one. And two Cokes."

"Extra onions?" Tony wrinkled his nose. "You trying to ward off vampires? Because I have to tell you, the crucifix is traditionally more effective."

"Trying to see if you'll still kiss me after."

The words landed like a fist to the solar plexus. Tony's face went nuclear, and the order boy's eyebrows climbed toward his hairline. Behind them, someone coughed.

"That'll be thirty cents," the kid said, fighting a smirk.

Bucky paid while Tony concentrated on not spontaneously combusting. Or melting through the floorboards. Or whimpering. Again.

They found a spot along the railing facing the beach, and Tony bit into his hot dog with perhaps more aggression than the situation warranted. The bun never stood a chance.

"Good?" Bucky asked, watching him with that particular intensity that made Tony feel like he was being catalogued for future reference.

"Transcendent. Life-changing. I may weep." A blob of mustard escaped, landing on his shirt. "Oh, for fuck's—"

Bucky reached over with his napkin before Tony could finish the thought, dabbing at the stain. The gesture was thoughtless, automatic, the kind of thing Tony had seen him do for Steve a dozen times. But Bucky's knuckles brushed against Tony's chest, right over his rabbiting heart, and they both froze.

The beach sounds faded—the shrieking gulls, the crying children, the distant calliope music. All Tony could hear was his own blood rushing in his ears and Bucky's breath catching, just slightly. The Alpha's pupils dilated, nostrils flaring as he caught whatever Tony's scent was doing.

Which was probably embarrassing. Definitely embarrassing.

"Got it," Bucky said, voice rough like he'd been gargling gravel.

Tony nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He took another bite of hot dog and nearly choked when Bucky's thumb swept across the corner of his mouth.

"Mustard," Bucky explained, then very deliberately licked his thumb clean.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

"You're doing that on purpose," Tony accused once he'd managed to swallow without dying. His voice came out approximately two octaves higher than usual.

"Doing what?" All innocence, except for the way Bucky's pupils had blown black and his scent had gone dark with satisfaction.

"Being..." Tony gestured vaguely at all of Bucky, which was a mistake because it made him actually look at all of Bucky. The way his white undershirt clung to his chest with sweat. The way his forearms looked, tanned and strong where he'd rolled up his sleeves. The way his throat moved when he swallowed. "This. All of this. It's psychological warfare."

"Can't help being me, sweetheart."

The endearment slithered down Tony's spine like honey, pooling hot in his pelvis. His scent spiked, going sweet-desperate before he could stop it, and Bucky's nostrils flared again.

"Want to hit the beach after this?" Bucky asked, merciful enough to pretend he couldn't smell Tony's biological betrayal. "Cool off a little?"

The thought of Bucky in swimming trunks was enough to make Tony's higher brain functions flatline. "I don't... I didn't bring anything to swim in."

"Could rent some trunks from the bathhouse."

"Pass. I'll take my chances with sand in unmentionable places over rented swimwear. God knows what's living in those things." Tony finished his hot dog and sucked the grease off his fingers, pretending not to notice how Bucky's eyes tracked the movement like a predator watching prey. "Besides, I burn. Tragically. One minute in direct sunlight and I look like a lobster. A very angry, very uncomfortable lobster."

"Could rub some suntan oil on you," Bucky offered, and there was nothing innocent about it this time. His voice dropped half an octave, pure heat and promise.

Tony's next inhale got stuck somewhere around his sternum. His skin prickled, oversensitive, imagining Bucky's hands slick with oil and intention. "Is this your plan? Death by inappropriate public suggestions?"

"Nothing inappropriate about offering to protect your delicate skin." Bucky stepped closer, bracketing Tony against the railing. Not touching, but close enough that Tony could feel the heat radiating off him, could taste his scent on the back of his tongue. "Would hate for you to burn, baby."

Tony's knees went liquid, and he had to lock them to stay upright. His glands pulsed, releasing a fresh wave of want-need-please into the air between them.

"Beach," he managed, the word coming out strangled. "Let's... let's go to the beach before I do something inadvisable. Like climb you. Right here. In front of the hot dog stand."

Bucky's grin was pure predator. "Whatever you want, doll."

They rented an umbrella from a leathery old Omega who took one look at them—Tony's flushed face, Bucky's possessive hovering—and cackled knowingly. She made Tony fork over an extra nickel "for the prime location, sugar. You'll want the privacy."

Tony was going to die of mortification. His tombstone would read: Here lies Anthony Edward Stark. He died as he lived: broadcasting his hormones to every Omega in a five-mile radius.

The spot was tucked between two dunes, far enough from the main crowd that the screaming children were just background noise. Tony could still smell other people, but faintly, filtered through sand and salt air.

Tony stripped off his shoes and socks, rolling his pants up to his knees. The sand was almost too hot, making him hop from foot to foot like some kind of demented flamingo until Bucky laughed and steadied him with hands on his waist.

"Graceful," Bucky teased, thumbs stroking over Tony's hipbones.

"Shut up. Not all of us have... dock-hardened feet, or whatever."

They spread out the blanket the umbrella crone had thrown in ("For the lovebirds," she'd winked, making Tony contemplate justifiable homicide). Bucky sprawled out immediately, shameless, pulling his undershirt over his head in one smooth motion.

Tony forgot how to breathe.

He'd seen Bucky shirtless before—their weekend at the apartment had involved several states of undress, usually interrupted by Steve's terrible timing—but not like this. Not in daylight that caught on the sheen of sweat already gathering in the hollow of his throat. Not with all that skin on display, begging to be touched, tasted, marked.

Tony's mouth watered. His hands twitched with the effort of not reaching out.

"You gonna sit down or just stand there cataloguing my assets?" Bucky asked without opening his eyes.

"I'm not—I'm surveying. For optimal seating position."

"Uh-huh." Bucky patted the blanket beside him. "C'mere before you combust."

Tony folded himself down carefully, aiming for a respectable distance. Bucky made a dissatisfied noise and immediately closed the gap, hauling Tony against his side with an arm around his waist.

"Better," Bucky declared, nosing at Tony's temple.

Tony was going to die. He was going to die on a beach in Coney Island, overcome by the feeling of Bucky's bare skin against his clothed side. The Alpha was fever-hot, his scent concentrated where sweat gathered at his collarbone, behind his ear, the soft skin of his wrist where his pulse beat steady and sure.

"Relax," Bucky murmured, thumb stroking over Tony's shirt where it had ridden up. Skin on skin. "You're wound tighter than a watch spring. Can feel it in your shoulders."

"I am relaxed. This is me at peak relaxation. Any more relaxed and I'd be unconscious."

"Your scent says otherwise."

Tony went still, mortification crawling up his spine. "What does my scent say?"

Bucky turned his head, nose brushing Tony's temple. This close, Tony could see the flecks of gold in his gray eyes, could count his eyelashes, could see his own flushed face reflected in blown pupils.

"Says you want something," Bucky said quietly, voice dropping to that register that made Tony's hindbrain roll over and show its belly. "Says you're thinking too hard about wanting it."

Tony's mouth went dry. His pulse thundered in his ears. "And if I am?"

"Then I'd tell you to stop thinking." Bucky's hand slid up to cup the back of Tony's neck, thumb pressing into that spot that made Tony's whole body go liquid. A broken sound escaped his throat before he could stop it. "I'd tell you that you can have whatever you want, baby. You just gotta ask."

The beach, the crowds, the whole world narrowed down to this: Bucky's hand on his neck, Bucky's mouth so close Tony could taste his exhale, Bucky's scent wrapping around him like something physical, possessive, claiming.

"Buck..." Tony's voice came out wrecked already, and they hadn't even done anything. His skin felt too tight, oversensitive, every nerve ending focused on the points where Bucky touched him.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I—"

A beach ball smacked into the umbrella pole, spraying sand across their blanket. A pack of kids ran by, shrieking apologies without slowing down.

The moment shattered like glass.

Bucky laughed, but there was frustration in it. He dropped his hand to brush sand off the blanket, movements sharp. Tony concentrated on remembering how to breathe like a normal person and not like someone who'd just run a marathon. Or been seconds away from climbing into Bucky's lap in full view of every family in Brooklyn.

"Come on," Bucky said after a moment, standing and offering Tony a hand up. His scent was still dark, agitated. "Let's walk. Clear our heads."

Or make terrible decisions, Tony thought, but he took Bucky's hand anyway.

They left their shoes with their things and walked along the water's edge. The wet sand was cooler, soothing against Tony's overheated skin. Bucky had slung his shirt over his shoulder, apparently committed to Tony's death by pectoral exposure.

"Steve would love this," Tony said, desperate for conversation that didn't revolve around how badly he wanted to lick the salt off Bucky's collarbone. Or bite that tendon in his neck. Or find out what sounds the Alpha would make if Tony—"The ocean air. Probably be good for his lungs."

"Already planning to drag him out here next weekend," Bucky agreed. His hand found Tony's again, fingers interlacing. "Assuming I can pry him away from his crusade to personally fistfight Hitler."

"Bare fists would be an improvement. At least then he'd have weapons. Currently it's more 'angry chihuahua versus the Wehrmacht.'"

"Don't let him hear you say that. He's sensitive. And scrappy."

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, dodging waves and tiny children with buckets. Tony found himself hyperaware of every point of contact—their joined hands, Bucky's thumb stroking over his knuckles, the way their shoulders brushed with each step.

A pretty blonde Omega, couldn't be older than twenty, turned to watch Bucky pass. Her scent went sweet and inviting, artificial like dime store perfume, and Tony's hindbrain snarled. Something hot and ugly twisted in his gut, flooding his mouth with copper.

Without thinking, Tony pressed closer to Bucky's side, his scent spiking territorial. Mine, it said, loud enough that the blonde's eyes widened and she took a step back.

Bucky's arm came around him immediately, tugging him close. "Easy, sweetheart."

"I'm fine," Tony bit out. His skin felt too hot, prickly with irrational anger.

"Tony." Bucky stopped walking, turning to face him fully. "You're growling."

"I am not—" Tony stopped. He was. A low, continuous rumble in his chest that he hadn't even noticed. "She was looking at you."

"Who was?"

"The blonde one. With the..." Tony made a vague gesture at his own chest. "The assets. The obvious assets. On display."

Bucky's eyebrows climbed. "I didn't notice."

"Sure you didn't."

"I didn't." Bucky's hands came up to frame Tony's face, firm enough that Tony couldn't look away. His thumbs stroked over Tony's cheekbones, and Tony's growl stuttered, died. "You know why?"

Tony shook his head mutely.

"Because I was watching you." Bucky's thumb caught on Tony's bottom lip. "Been watching you all day. Can't seem to stop, actually. Driving me crazy, the way you lick ice cream off your fingers. The way your nose scrunches when you laugh. The way you smell right now, all possessive and sweet. Like you want to climb me and bite me and make sure everyone knows I'm yours."

"I don't—" Tony's protest died as Bucky leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

"And I fucking love it," Bucky growled, and Tony's knees gave out.

Bucky caught him, of course. Laughing, hauling him upright, pressing a kiss to his temple that did nothing to help Tony's structural integrity.

"Come on, jellyfish. Let's get you out of the sun before you melt completely."

They made their way to the Wonder Wheel, Bucky's hand firm on the small of Tony's back. The line was mercifully short, and soon they were climbing into one of the swinging cars.

"Oh, I don't like this," Tony announced the moment the car started moving. His stomach swooped, and not in the pleasant way it did when Bucky touched him. "I've changed my mind. Let me off."

"Too late." Bucky pulled him away from the door, laughing. "Come here, you're fine."

"I'm not fine. We're in a death trap. A swinging death trap." The car rocked, and Tony's fingers dug into the bench. "Oh God. This is how I die. Not even heroically. Just... swinging."

"Hey." Bucky's voice dropped to that low, soothing register that made Tony's hindbrain purr. "Look at me."

Tony dragged his gaze away from the horrifying drop below. Bucky had positioned himself on the bench, legs spread, patting the space between them.

"Come here," he repeated, Alpha-voice threading through the words. Not a command, but close enough that Tony's body moved without his permission.

"That seems like it would make the weight distribution worse—"

"Tony. Trust me."

And damn it, Tony did. He carefully made his way over, letting Bucky arrange him so his back was pressed to Bucky's chest, Bucky's arms wrapped securely around his waist. The position put Bucky's mouth right by his ear, his scent glands inches from Tony's nose.

"Better?" Bucky asked, breath warm against Tony's neck.

Tony nodded, not trusting his voice. Because it was better. The fear was still there, but muted now under the overwhelming feeling of safe-protected-held. Bucky's scent enveloped him, and Tony's body responded without his permission, going pliant and trusting. Submit, his hindbrain suggested. Let Alpha take care of us.

"Look," Bucky said softly. "You can see everything from up here."

Tony forced himself to look out, and oh. Bucky was right. The entire beach spread below them, the ocean stretching endlessly blue. He could see the Parachute Jump, the Cyclone's wooden bones, thousands of people reduced to colorful specks.

"Beautiful," Bucky murmured, but when Tony turned his head, Bucky wasn't looking at the view.

The car swung again, and Tony pressed back instinctively. His ass ground against Bucky's lap, and they both froze. Tony could feel—

"Sorry," Tony gasped. "I didn't mean—"

"Don't apologize." Bucky's voice had gone rough, strained. His arms tightened, and Tony felt more than heard the Alpha's sharp inhale. "Never apologize for wanting to be close to me."

They stayed like that for the rest of the ride, Tony melting degree by degree into Bucky's hold. By the time they reached the ground, Tony felt drunk on it—the safety, the warmth, the evidence of Bucky's arousal pressed against him.

"See?" Bucky said as they climbed out. His voice was carefully level, but his scent was pure Alpha arousal, dark and thick. "Survived and everything."

"Barely," Tony muttered. His legs felt like jelly. Other parts of him felt... interested. Very interested.

They wandered through the midway in a haze of sexual tension thick enough to cut. Bucky's hands never stopped moving—the small of Tony's back, his hip, his neck. Claiming touches that had Tony's skin hypersensitive and his scent broadcasting want to anyone with a functioning nose.

At the ring toss, Bucky caged Tony against the counter to "help him aim." His chest pressed to Tony's back, hands covering Tony's on the rings. Tony missed every shot.

"You're terrible at this," Bucky laughed, breath hot against Tony's ear.

"Wonder why," Tony managed. His voice came out embarrassingly breathy.

Bucky won him a hideous stuffed bear anyway ("For Steve," he said, grinning wickedly. "Tell him it's from his loving husband"). Tony retaliated by dragging him to the shooting gallery, where he proceeded to destroy the high score despite Bucky's deliberate attempts at distraction.

"How are you this good?" Bucky demanded, watching Tony nail another perfect round. His hand was on Tony's ass. Had been for the last three rounds.

"Mechanical aptitude," Tony said primly, trying to ignore the way Bucky's thumb was stroking over his back pocket. "Also, I may have taken apart one of these when I was fourteen. Howard had to pay for damages. And a new carnival."

"Of course you did." Bucky pressed closer, and Tony's next shot went wide. "Oops."

"You're a menace," Tony accused, turning in Bucky's arms. "A handsy, distracting menace."

"You love it," Bucky said, and kissed him right there in the middle of the midway.

It wasn't a polite kiss. It was claiming, filthy, Bucky's tongue in his mouth and his hands gripping Tony's hips hard enough to bruise. Tony made a sound that would have been embarrassing if he'd had any shame left, fingers fisting in Bucky's hair.

Someone wolf-whistled. Someone else told them to get a room.

Bucky pulled back just enough to speak against Tony's lips. "Cotton candy?"

"What?" Tony's brain was offline. All he could process was Bucky's mouth, Bucky's hands, Bucky's arousal pressed against his hip.

"I believe I promised you cotton candy. Pink. A whole bushel."

"Oh. Right. Yes. That."

Bucky grinned, pressing one more kiss to Tony's swollen mouth before leading him away. Tony followed in a daze, his lips tingling and his scent absolutely wrecked.

They found a vendor near the boardwalk, and Bucky made good on his promise, buying a cone of pink spun sugar bigger than Tony's head. They found a spot on the beach to watch the sunset, passing the cotton candy back and forth.

"This is excessive," Tony said, pulling off a piece. It dissolved on his tongue, pure sweetness.

"Nothing excessive about it." Bucky stole a piece, but instead of eating it himself, he held it up to Tony's mouth. "Open."

Tony's face flamed, but he opened. Bucky placed the candy on his tongue, thumb dragging over Tony's bottom lip.

"Good boy," Bucky murmured, and Tony almost choked.

"You can't just—" Tony sputtered. "You can't say things like that. In public. Where people can hear."

"Why not?" Bucky pulled off another piece of cotton candy, eating this one himself. "It's true. You are good. The best."

Tony hid his face in his hands. "I'm going to combust. They'll find my ashes in the wind and wonder what happened."

"'Here lies Tony Stark,'" Bucky intoned solemnly. "'He died of compliments.'"

"You're the worst." Tony peeked through his fingers. "The absolute worst."

"Yeah?" Bucky tugged Tony's hands away from his face. "That why you smell so happy?"

Tony couldn't deny it. He was happy. Stupidly, embarrassingly happy, in a way that had nothing to do with defying Howard or proving a point. He was happy because Bucky was looking at him like he hung the moon, because the sunset was painting the sky in impossible colors, because for once in his life he felt wanted. Desired. Chosen.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "For today."

Bucky's expression softened. "You don't have to thank me for wanting to spend time with you."

"Still." Tony pulled off another piece of cotton candy, offering it to Bucky. "This was... nice."

"Just nice?" Bucky accepted the candy, but he caught Tony's wrist, pressing a kiss to his pulse point. "I must be doing something wrong if it's just nice."

Tony's pulse skittered under Bucky's lips. "Fishing for compliments is unbecoming, Barnes."

"Then give me something better than nice." Bucky's teeth scraped over the delicate skin of Tony's wrist, and Tony made an embarrassing sound. "Tell me what you really think."

The truth was dangerous. The truth was that Tony wanted to live in this day forever, suspended in the space between wanting and having. The truth was that every time Bucky touched him, looked at him, said his name, Tony felt claimed in a way that had nothing to do with teeth or formal bonds.

"This," Tony said finally. "Right now. You. This is... everything."

Bucky's expression did something complicated, fierce and soft at once. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They sat in silence as the sun disappeared into the ocean. The beach was emptying out, families packing up their umbrellas and heading home. Soon it would just be the teenagers and the couples looking for dark corners.

Tony knew they should go. Knew he had curfew, had classes tomorrow, had a hundred reasons to end this perfect day. But Bucky's hand was on his thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles, and Tony couldn't make himself move.

"We should head back," he said finally, reluctantly. "Steve's probably wondering where you are."

"Steve's probably already asleep." But Bucky stood, offering Tony a hand up. "One more stop?"

"Buck, I don't think I can handle any more rides. My stomach is still recovering from the Wheel of Death."

"Not a ride. Come on, trust me."

Tony followed him back to the midway, past the games and the freak show advertisements, to a photo booth tucked between two vendor stalls.

"Really?" Tony asked.

"What? I want documentation of your first real Coney Island trip." Bucky was already feeding coins into the slot. "Come on, squeeze in."

The booth was built for people significantly smaller than Bucky Barnes. Tony ended up in his lap, Bucky's arm around his waist to keep him from sliding off the tiny bench. The position put Tony's back against Bucky's chest again, Bucky's thighs bracketing his own.

"Smile," Bucky said as the first flash went off.

Tony smiled, probably looking dazed and debauched.

The second flash: Bucky pressed a kiss to Tony's temple, nose in his hair.

The third: Tony turned to protest and found Bucky's face inches from his own, eyes dark with want.

The fourth: Their mouths met, desperate and claiming.

They stumbled out of the booth, Tony's face burning and his mouth swollen. Bucky retrieved the photo strip, grinning at the results.

"Perfect," he declared.

"Let me see." Tony made a grab for it, but Bucky held it out of reach. "Buck!"

"Tell you what." Bucky pulled out his wallet, carefully tucking the photos inside. "You can have them when you finally agree to spend the night again."

Tony's mouth fell open. "That's blackmail. That's actual blackmail. You're a blackmailer."

"That's incentive." Bucky slung an arm around Tony's shoulders, steering him toward the subway. "Come on, princess. Let's get you home before you turn into a pumpkin. A very grumpy, very kissed pumpkin."

The train ride back was quieter, Tony drowsing against Bucky's shoulder as Brooklyn rushed by outside the windows. He was sunburned and exhausted and still had sand in uncomfortable places, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this content. This claimed.

"Hey," Bucky said softly as they reached Tony's stop. "You okay? You've been quiet."

Tony realized he'd been silent for too long, lost in the feeling of Bucky's fingers in his hair. "Yeah. Just... today was good."

"Good." Bucky pressed a kiss to his hair. "We can do it again. Whenever you want. Every day if you want."

They walked slowly from the station, neither of them eager for the day to end. The Institute loomed ahead, all its windows dark except for the entrance hall where Byron would inevitably be waiting with his clipboard and his judgment.

"I should go," Tony said when they reached the corner where they usually parted. "Before Byron sends out a search party. Or worse, calls Howard."

"Okay." But Bucky didn't let go of his hand. Instead, he tugged Tony into the shadows between two buildings, pressing him against the brick.

"Buck—"

"Just... give me a minute." Bucky's hands framed Tony's face, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. "Been wanting to do this all day."

"We've been kissing all day," Tony pointed out breathlessly.

"Not like this." Bucky leaned in, and Tony's eyes fluttered shut. "Not without an audience."

The kiss was different from their others. Slower, deeper, Bucky's tongue mapping Tony's mouth like he was trying to memorize the taste. Tony's hands fisted in Bucky's shirt, pulling him closer, and Bucky made a low sound that vibrated through both their chests.

When Bucky's mouth moved to Tony's throat, Tony's head fell back against the brick.

"Don't," he gasped. "Don't leave marks. They'll—school will—"

"I know." Bucky's teeth scraped over Tony's pulse point, not hard enough to bruise but enough to make Tony whine. "Doesn't mean I don't want to. Want everyone to know you're mine."

"I am," Tony said without thinking. "Yours. You know that."

Bucky pulled back to look at him, eyes wide and dark. "Say it again."

"I'm yours," Tony repeated, flushing but not looking away. "Even without... without marks or any of it. I'm yours."

Bucky made a sound like he'd been punched. He kissed Tony again, desperate and claiming, hands tight in Tony's hair.

"Go," he said roughly when they broke apart. "Before I do something stupid like follow you through that window. Take you apart on that tiny bed while your roommate listens."

"I don't have a roommate anymore. You know that," Tony said, then immediately wanted to kick himself.

Bucky's eyes went predatory. "Remind me again."

"Go home, Barnes." Tony pushed at his chest, no force behind it. "Go home to your roommate who's probably wondering why you smell like you've been rolling around in Omega pheromones all day."

"Let him wonder." But Bucky stepped back, letting Tony escape. "Call me tomorrow?"

"If I can." Tony straightened his clothes, trying to look less like he'd been thoroughly debauched against a building. "Jarvis is coming by. He might let me use the phone."

"Good." Bucky caught his hand, pressing something into it. "For luck."

Tony looked down at the wooden nickel from the arcade, warm from Bucky's pocket.

"You're ridiculous," he said, but he was smiling.

"You love it," Bucky called as Tony walked away.

Tony didn't deny it.

He made it to his room without incident, collapsing on his narrow bed fully clothed. His lips were swollen, his skin tight with sunburn, and he could still taste cotton candy and Bucky. The wooden nickel was smooth under his fingers as he turned it over and over.

Tomorrow, he'd have to face reality again. Howard's expectations. Tiberius Stone's existence. The war. His future. All the reasons why this thing with Bucky was impossible, unsustainable, dangerous.

But tonight, he was just a boy who'd spent the day at Coney Island with someone who looked at him like he was worth looking at. Someone who touched him like he was precious. Someone who wanted him to stay.

Tony pressed the nickel to his lips and let himself have this one perfect thing.

Just for tonight.

[infiniteeight8]

Hi! Do you know any good omega!Tony Ficlets on AO3?

Alas, I can't point you to anything more specific than the Omega Tony Stark tag. My preferences lie with omega!Stephen, so those are the ones I remember.

I have written a few omega!Tony ficlets by request. You can find them here:

omega tony in heat

omega/omega nesting

coming out as the omega power couple

mafia!stephen and kindergarten teacher!tony

dominant!omega!Tony

[themculibrary]

Omega!Tony x Alpha!Steve Masterlist

A King For Christmas (ao3) - iam93percentstardust E, 101k

Summary: In 1867, Tony Stark flees New York after refusing to marry the alpha his parents chose for him. His money runs out in the small kingdom of Dacia, ruled over by King Steven of the Rogers line. Somehow, and he’s not entirely sure how, he ends up accepting the position of nanny to the king’s four children: Harley, Peter, Sarah, and Morgan.

Tony bonds with the children easily but their father is harder to get to know. Steve is still grieving his wife’s death four years earlier. His continued mourning has turned the once bright halls into dark and somber shadows of their former glory. Tony isn’t entirely certain what he can do but he knows that he has to do something or else the whole country, so attuned to their leader, will sink into despair. He begins by reconciling the king with his young children.

Meanwhile, the children have decided that it’s high time their father fall in love again—and Tony is the obvious choice. They concoct elaborate plans to force the two together, hardly realizing that Steve and Tony are falling in love, not through their shenanigans but through the quiet moments they share bonding over the love they have for the children.

A Late-Night Snack, and Other Good Ideas (ao3) - Annie D (scaramouche) E, 12k

Summary: Steve's heightened senses means that he always knows when Tony's in heat. One night, he finally does something about it.

be the summer in my heart (ao3) - sunnysideprince M, 4k

Summary: After Obadiah betrays the Southern Isles, he offers Omega Prince Anthony Stark as tribute to appease the Warlord of the North.

For Real (ao3) - AvengersNewB T, 5k

Summary: It all starts with a note on the noticeboard of Steve's building on Monday.

Howl (ao3) - shetlandowl T, 15k

Summary: A baseline human is precisely what you would expect: just like you and me. A beta is all that and more: the loyalty and devotion of a pack-minded upbringing, the power and healing of the wolf, and none of the fuss of an alpha or omega. They're handsome and bold, talented and historically the subject of fantastic and heroic tales; all in all, the dream for any human inclined to romance.

Alphas and omegas... that gets a little trickier.

Love Match (ao3) - FestiveFerret M, 15k

Summary: Tony had but one goal for the season: secure a marriage proposal from an alpha with the position and means enough to remove him from his father's house. Love was wholly irrelevant to the matter.

Magnum Opus (ao3) - FrankTheSnek E, 6k

Summary: Magnum opus (noun): a great work; a large and important work of art, music, or literature, especially one regarded as the most important work of an artist or writer.

Steve does not believe in true mates, they are just an old wives' tale. The man he has been dreaming of and turned into his greatest masterpiece is just an imagined muse and nothing more...

Right?

Marriage and Mate Chases (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight steve/tony, bucky/natasha, sam/clint E, 439k

Summary: A Regency-ish AU:

Strict, stern Alpha Captain Steve Rogers is firmly in control of himself, his army, and his life and intends to marry an Omega who shares the same ideals while wild, flighty Omega!Tony loves to flaunt Howard's rules, society's expectations and has no intention of settling down.

An arranged marriage forces Alpha and Omega together, but Steve's constant disapproval and Tony's refusal to compromise leads to anger and arguments, missed heats, harsh ruts and a lack of bonding bites. Vicious rumours fly about the Omega's fidelity and the Alpha's ability to control his mate and when Steve runs away to war to distance himself from his unpredictable husband, Tony turns to new friends and illicit activities to hide his hurting heart.

Steve returns from war a changed man ready to be a good husband, dedicating every minute of every day to winning Tony's heart back, but Tony is tired of being ignored, busy with his own projects and unwilling to give the Alpha another chance.

With outside forces plotting to ruin what little happiness they have, are Steve and Tony doomed to be unbonded husbands, married but never truly mates?

Nobody Can Ever Know (ao3) - Duchess_On_Fire steve/tony, bucky/sam M, 14k

Summary: Nobody can ever know that Tony Stark is an Alpha. His status as an unthreatening Omega is the only thing keeping him alive after Obadiah Stane killed his parents and took control of Stark Industries, the most powerful werewolf-led company in the country.

Today is Valentine's Day, and Tony has to take part in his first ever mating run, where influential werewolf families try to pair off their unbonded pack members. It will be harder than ever to keep his secret from getting out but Tony has a plan to finally save himself and escape Obadiah's clutches.

He's just not sure where the mysterious Steve Rogers and his reclusive pack fit into it.

Secrets Don't Make Friends (ao3) - sayah1112 E, 93k

Summary: Tony Stark has a secret. Several, in fact. Outed to the world as an Omega, he finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. His only hope at salvation rests upon the strong shoulders of a certain Captain Steven Rogers. The problem? Rogers hates his guts.

spilt milk (ao3) - starksnack E, 5k

Summary: Tony and Steve go shopping for a stroller, but Steve can't resist Tony, especially not when something surprising happens.

Staking a Claim (ao3) - mostlystuckony (Aprilmallick) M, 998

Summary: The worst parts of Galas, in Tony's humble opinion, are all the omegas fawning over his mate.

stress relief (ao3) - romanoff E, 84k

Summary: They don't love each other. They barely even like each other.

The Doubts We Have (The Doubts We Ease) (ao3) - Lumeleo G, 3k

Summary: Tony is convinced he is going to mess up this dating thing sooner or later. Steve eases his fears.

The Escape (ao3) - dntat M, 7k

Summary: Steve’s breath caught as the pieces clicked into place with sickening clarity. The bruises, the defiance, the way he knew people would be looking for him. This wasn’t just some random Omega. This was Howard Stark’s son.

And Steve had just taken him.

the face our mirror shows us (ao3) - fundamentalBlue E, 16k

Summary: Steve wants.

It’s a pain that wrenches his insides, pulls him forward in his reverie about Tony, into the cavernous insides of Steve’s true yearning.

Steve would give anything to see Tony as a compliant, delicate Omega.

The weather outside is frightful (ao3) - BladeoftheNebula T, 5k

Summary: “I can’t believe this!”

Steve paused, his hand hovering over the piece of firewood. Was that—?

“Of all the idiotic, selfish—“

The last of the words were cut off by the wind, but that was definitely a voice.

Steve frowned. The voice was too clear to be coming from a truck or a car, which meant they must be on foot. He looked at the heavy fall of the snow. No one should be out in this.

Or, Tony is an omega in distress, and Steve is just the alpha-in-shining armour he needs.

Together (ao3) - Capsicle2013 M, 8k

Summary: Their lives were going to change, but they’d been through obstacles before and just like in the past, they’d get through it together.

Treasured (ao3) - HashtagLEH E, 9k

Summary: No one in Manhattan spoke their language – or at least, no one fessed up to it – and so all of the negotiating was done with Natasha acting as translator. Steve didn’t think it mattered, because he had told the ones who would leave the ship earlier that day that he had no intention of accepting any treaty, that they would lay siege to this city before the week was out.

But then Natasha stilled beside him at something that Stane had said to them, and Steve focused in, more alert. Something was wrong, he could feel it, but he didn’t know what with everyone speaking what may as well be gibberish all around him.

“He offers an unmated, untouched Omega,” she told him, not taking her eyes from the bald man at the other end of the table.

An unmated – what? He wanted to trade an Omega? Did he not have any idea of an Omega’s value? Surely his resources would be better spent whisking the Omega away to safety before the city was set to waste.

Natasha was looking to him for direction, confirmation, he didn’t know. So he told her, his voice placid and even and giving nothing away. “Accept the negotiations. Don’t let on that I want that Omega the most."

What, Like It's Hard? (ao3) - JehBeeEh M, 20k

Summary: Omega Tony Stark has it all, until his alpha boyfriend breaks his heart. In an effort to win him back, he follows the alpha of his dreams to Harvard Law School, where he discovers there might be more to being the first omega at the prestigious school. He also meets another alpha that might just make him forget the one he drove across the country for.

[heckcareoxytwit]

Carol Danvers and the Avengers pay a visit to The Factory in Alaska where they have a friendly sparring match, baseball game and dinner with Cyclops and the X-Men.

Avengers v9 #21, 2024

[docdufresne]

Toxic

[fatkish]

How the different Avengers take care of a sick Omega Reader

The Alphas:

Bucky-

it depends on when you get sick.

If he’s still on the run then he rarely ever leaves the your side. The only time he does is to get food. He’d buy fruits, white bread, white rice, and other easy to digest foods. He’d probably skin and boiled some apples before mashing them up to make applesauce

He definitely doesn’t trust anyone to help his omega. Would definitely feed you by hand and be waiting on you constantly. Barely ever lets you leave your nest

If you’re feeling weak then he’ll help you get around and help you bathe. He’ll cuddle with you and make sure you’re drinking water. He’ll always have a large bowl or bucket nearby in case you puke

If it’s after he reunites with Steve and spends time in Wakanda

He’ll immediately alert whoever, either Friday or someone in Wakanda depending on where you guys are

He’ll allow Bruce or whoever to look you over and give you medicine but he will be hovering around watching

Treats whatever the doctors say as gospel and makes sure to follow it. If you want a food that the doctors didn’t specify say was okay then you’re not getting it

Might let Steve look after you if needed

Loki-

How he goes about caring for his omega depends on whether he’s on earth or Asgard

King. Of. Comfort. Is your nest too small? Don’t worry you can have the entire floor if necessary. Blankets not soft enough? He’s getting you the most luxurious and soft blankets ever. Lights too bright? He’s about to fight the fucking sun. There is nothing this man won’t do for his omega

Would personally oversee the chefs who make your meals by using a clone if you’re on Asgard. If you’re on earth then he’s constantly backseat driving while either Bruce, Wanda or Pepper cook for you. They’re the only people he trusts to not poison you accidentally

He would cook your food himself but he wants the best for you and his cooking isn’t. Also, he doesn’t want to leave your side while you’re not feeling well

If you have to take medicine that you don’t like then he’s going to find a way to get it in you. Doesn’t matter the method, if you need this medicine you’re getting this medicine even if he has to trick you or seduce you

If you’re sore or tired and need a bath then he’s more than happy to help. He’ll carefully wash your hair and skin, making sure not to get soap in your eyes. He’s careful not to jostle you too much in case you’re feeling queasy

If you’re having trouble keeping things down then he’ll hold your hair back and sit with you by the toilet. If you’re crying from the constant vomiting then he’ll rub your back and softly sing to you to comfort you

If your nest doesn’t feel right then he’ll gladly be your proxy and build your nest for you as you tell him where to put things. It doesn’t matter how many times he has to repeat the process, as long as you’re comfortable

If you’re just an overall emotional mess then he’ll be more than happy to comfort you in your time of need. If you’re just so sick of feeling sick he might put a sleep spell on you so you don’t have to suffer, he’ll watch over you and make sure you come out feeling better

Thor-

Giant. Puppy. Energy. He will cuddle with you, bring you food, watch tv with you. Whatever makes you feel better, he’s down for it

You want to snuggle and have skin to skin contact? Move over, he’s already lost his clothes and doesn’t mind snuggling. You’re self conscious because you’re sweaty, your hair is a mess, you look like shit? He only sees the most beautiful omega ever and he’s more than happy to prove it to you

Whatever food you need he’s gonna get. If he has to fly across the world just to get these one chips you like only to return and you throw up after eating them, he doesn’t care. As long as it’s to help you, he’ll do whatever he needs to

You want to steal his cape and use it in your nest? He already put it there. The world needs saving, eh, there’s always tomorrow, right now his omega needs him

If you’re fussy and a pain when your sick, he doesn’t mind, you don’t feel well so he’s happy to let you do whatever you need to make you feel better

He’ll tell you stories about his childhood and his adventures as you lay your head on his chest and try to rest

He’ll bring you the fluffiest blankets for your nest and help you build it too, all he wants is for his omega to get better

Steve Rodgers-

Having spent over a decade being sick in the past, he’s no stranger to being ill. He might not be an omega anymore but he knows and remembers what helped him

He’ll make old family recipes just for you, he’ll use everything he remembers from being sick. Cold damp towel on your forehead to help ease the fever, warm blankets and easy to digest meals

He’s more than happy to feed you if you need it. If you can’t keep things down then he’s already got the puke bucket ready for you by your side

If nothing works then he’s happy to do some research even if he struggles with it

Will gladly let Bruce look you over and give you a checkup. If you need medicine and you hate the way it tastes he’ll use every trick in the book to get you to take the medicine. Afterwards he’ll give you praise and lots of snuggles

He’ll help you bathe but he’ll definitely be shy about it. He has to clean your crotch and chest? His face is red as he looks away but he’s gentle and thorough making sure you get clean

If you have an accident like throwing up on yourself because you couldn’t reach the bucket or the toilet fast enough and your embarrassed, he’ll smile softly and reassure you that whatever you did, he’s probably done at least twice. He’ll even tell you embarrassing stories about himself and have Bucky join in if it makes you feel better

Bruce/Hulk-

There’s only one thing these two can agree on and it’s that they love/care about you

The moment Bruce realizes you’re sick, he goes full mother hen mode. Partially because he himself is an omega, but also because it’s the doctor in him. He brings you to his lab or he brings his equipment to you and does whatever tests he needs

Hulk will be yelling at him in his head the entire time to let him out so he can take care of you while Bruce does his check up on you

Bruce somehow manages to convince Hulk to let him run the tests so he can make sure your condition is nothing serious. Once they both know that it’s just the flu and you won’t die or need some exotic/fancy treatment then Bruce relents and allows Hulk to care for you

Hulk is definitely a cuddler, he climbs into your nest and lets you use him as a bed. He’s got his arms around you and holds you keeping you warm. C’mon, the guys practically a giant gamma powered heater

Hulk will wrap you up in a blanket burrito and purr to you, Hulk can be surprisingly soothing and he holds nothing back, he knows he can’t smash the germs making you sick, so he provides moral support while your body fights

Hulk listens to Bruce’s instructions on how to care for you and make you food. If his form is too inconvenient then he’ll let Bruce handle the intricate things like cooking or getting your medicine

Bruce has a Hulk sized tub so Hulk can bathe, Hulk helps you and is gentle with you as he washes your hair and body. Makes sure you’re nice and dry using his big towel

Hulk gently rubs your back as you puke and holds your hair back. He doesn’t like seeing you so miserable

If you want to watch movies then Hulk will cuddle with you even if you fall asleep and he hates the movie, anything for his omega

The Betas:

Scott Lang-

This sweet baby is immediately on his feet and worried for you

He might not be an alpha but that has nothing to do with how much he loves/cares for you

This lovable goofball is running around like a chicken with his head cut off at the first sign of the sniffles

Will definitely get the ants to help clean the house and make sure to sanitize everything so that the germs are gone

If you’re puking then he’ll braid your hair and put it in a bun so it’s out of the way, he has a daughter so his papa instincts are in full swing

He helps you get in and out of your nest, bringing you whatever you need and making sure you’re warm and cozy

If you’re feeling down or tired of being sick then he’s more than happy to cheer you up. Cue the magic tricks and playing rockband with the ants

He’s more than happy to cuddle with you if it makes you feel better, anything for you

He doesn’t mind if your nose is stuffed or runny, he’s got plenty of tissues and even makes a game of seeing how many he can throw in the trash from afar

Tony Stark-

Now he knows he’s not the best with caring for sick people but as the team’s omega, which he personally recruited, he takes his job seriously

He’ll have Bruce look you over and make sure it’s just the flu before making sure that you have everything you need

If you specifically want him to snuggle with you then move over, he’s snuggling but your watching a movie too

He’ll have either Jarvis or Friday monitor you so he can ensure that you’re eating and staying hydrated. If you’re puking they’ll alert him so he can make sure you get easy to digest meals

He’ll watch bad movies with you so the both of you can roast the movie. For example: an old sci/fi with terrible visual effects that he’ll keep commenting on. That or you’ll watch YouTube videos of people failing and doing stupid stuff

He’ll gladly order whatever you need no matter how ridiculous, if a dozen dancing cacti make you feel better, you’re going to get double

You’re not allowed to move from your nest unless it’s to use the bathroom. He’s very controlling but in a loving sense. You don’t move to get anything, that’s why he’s here, he’ll get what you need so don’t move

He almost becomes like a worried parent, constantly hovering over the line of ‘its just a bruise’ and ‘everyone panic! It’s the return of the plague’. He’s constantly a mix between relaxed and incredibly worried

[milesworld96]

Ive decided that Aew is for the freaks with blood kinks and a severe case of humility, sadism and masochism.

[huffelpuff210]

All my stories so far

Fighter series Alpha Tony x Alpha Steve Roger’s x Alpha Bucky Barnes x omega reader

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Alpha Steve Rogers x Alpha Bucky Barnes x Omega teen reader

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Andy Barber x shy Reader

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Dark mob Stucky x reader

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King loki x shy reader

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Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

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Dark professor Steve Rogers x innocent reader

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Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x depressed teen female reader

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Thor x shifter reader

Dark Tony Stark x Reader

Dark Stucky x pregnant reader

Dark husband Bucky Barnes x pregnant reader

Dark Steve Rogers x shifter reader

Prompts

Loki

My Dove

Loki x shifter reader

Bucky Barnes

You are mine now

Series : you belong to me now

Part 2

[marq-lynch]

"I would like to see us tap into Romance. [. . .]

I would challenge our AEW management to try to tap into something that's just like, that's very left field for our audience. Y'know? I challenge it. I'll take on the challenge if I did it, I don't give a damn, you know me." - Swerve Strickland

[teddiee]

hope youre okay teddie please come back miss you :(

lol hey.

the truth is, I vanished for a minute because I got a new job and also broke up with someone 🤠

(all work and no play makes teddie a bad, lazy writer)

so currently it’s just me and my four-year-old WIP holding hands into the sunset 🫶. chapter 19 is technically done... but it's been three months of rewrites and emotional bs, so she needs a proper edit before she sees the light of day.

soon, though!

in the meantime, I have a stockpile of 2am drabbles written in a fugue state (see: coney island interlude 💞) and if anyone’s interested in reading any, i'm throwing the finished ones below to see what catches interest!

[innerempire]

{starkercest - Intersex Omega Peter who’s alpha husband can’t get him pregnant because he has weak swimmers}

It’s not his husband’s fault.

But it feels like is, Peter thinks sourly to himself as he chucks the makeshift cock onto the floor, unsatisfied once more. His sex life had taken a complete downturn after a recent screening had revealed that his alpha husband, by some stroke of misfortune, had sperm that was…well, useless. It was the main reason why Peter still wasn’t pregnant after two and a half years of marriage.

Peter feels ashamed for feeling resentful considering that he had struck gold by marrying someone who truly cherished and loved him, but…still. He couldn’t help but to see his partner in a different light now, wondering if the other had purposely known about this prior to the marriage.

It’s caused a rift between them and it’s clearly affected their sex life, with Peter’s husband now unable to maintain an erection, nor the ability to keep Peter knotted. Honestly, this felt like a cruel joke.

Peter sighs.

Like he always does whenever he’s upset, Peter turns to his dad. Tony picks up on the first ring like he always does.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

The endearment feels like a soothing balm against the sting of being told that he might never conceive as a result of his husband’s fertility-related issues.

“Dad.” Peter sighs as he moves towards the fridge, peeking in to see if there’s perhaps a bottle of wine he can seek comfort in. “You were right.” You always are. “We should have consulted a doctor the first year I didn’t get pregnant.”

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

Peter bumps the fridge door close with the side of his hip.

“He’s got a ridiculously low sperm count for an alpha.” Peter knows sharing this information with Tony wasn’t going to help matters, especially since his dad was never fond of his choice of partner. “I’m just so- I’m so tired of trying, dad. My past three heats has been unsatisfactory, and this whole thing is affecting our sex life. He thinks we can give it another shot during my next heat in two weeks time, but frankly….I think I need some time away.”

The idea of returning to Stark Tower is tempting, because Peter knows he’ll be on the receiving end of his dad’s endless coddling and pampering. They’ve always been immensely close, even more so after Peter’s mother passed away when he was twelve.

“Kiddo, you know you’re always welcome back home. Just say the word and I’ll get Happy to pick you up.”

Peter doesn’t think he can spend another night feigning enjoyment from lackluster sex.

“Okay, daddy.” Peter decides on a whim. “Tell Happy he can come pick me up in an hour.”

- / -

The penthouse is empty when Happy drops him off. He tells Peter that Tony’s still tying up some loose ends at the office, and Peter’s fine with that. Just being home is already lifting his spirits up, despite the incoming stream of calls and text messages lighting up his phone.

Glenn must have realized that Peter’s side of the wardrobe was missing a handful of his clothes. Peter puts his phone on silent and leaves it on the bedside table before he goes on to get changed into something more comfortable.

He then wanders into the main bedroom that’s occupied by Tony, seeking comfort in his dad’s large plush bed with the ridiclously pricey sheets that he insists on using. He rolls over and presses his face against Tony’s pillow, inhaling the familiar scent that has not once failed to bring Peter comfort.

The silk sheets rubs against Peter’s bare legs and a second inhale as him pressing his thighs together. His dad always smelt fantastic in Peter’s opinion; just the right tinge of masculinity, with something else along the lines of woodsy-like.

Peter doesn’t know if it’s because he’s touch-starved lately, or it’s simply the scent of his dad, but he’s just so goddamn aroused. He’d always thought he would settle down with an Alpha like his dad, but he doesn’t think there’s anyone like his dad.

He gives a fluttery sigh, thankful that Tony hadn’t remarried after the divorce. He was such an eligible alpha, the perfect one really, and Peter doesn’t think he’d be able to cope well if he had to share Tony with anyone else.

Sometime later, cruising the line of sleep and wakefulness, Peter feels the bed dip and a smile creeps up on his lips when an arm snugly wraps itself around his midsection. He lets out what he assumes is a cross between a satisfied purr and a moan when Tony nuzzles his nape in greeting.

“You know, Stephen’s a fantastic divorce lawyer.”

“Dad”.

Tony chuckles and Peter twists until he’s on his other side facing the older male. As handsome as always, even more so with a glimpse of grey in his full head of hair. God, his dad had truly won the lottery when it came to alpha genes. Peter emits a pleased sigh.

“…dad, remember when you said you’ll do anything for me?” It’s something Tony has always reminded him of without fail.

“Of course, baby.”

His dad didn’t have it in him to ever tell Peter “no”.

“Because that’s what daddies do, right?” Peter continues. “Solve problems. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

“Without a doubt. What do you want, baby?”

Peter had given it some thought during the hour ride home. He was in the prime of his age, perfect for childbearing. There was no way he was going to waste another heat with Glenn, only to be faced with disappointment once more.

Even if it wasn’t about getting knocked up, he was just so…needy. Fuck, he was craving an animalistic satisfying pounding that only a virile alpha could give him. Just being in such close proximity with his dad was making him wet between the legs.

“What if…” Peter maintains eye contact with Tony, needed the older male to understand just how desperate he truly was. “…I want you get me pregnant, dad?”

“Pete. Honey…” But there’s no missing the want that’s evident in Tony’s voice.

“Dad, please. Don’t you want it?” Peter cajoles, inching his hand lower until he’s cupping Tony through the material of his pants. “Can you bear to see your own son go through another unsatisfactory heat, when you know that you can make me feel so, so good…because you’re nothing like Glenn? I know you’ll pump me so full of cum-“ Peter’s breath hitches when Tony grabs him by the wrist.

“I don’t think you even know just how long I’ve fantasized about it, baby.”

-/-

[sunnysideprincess]

Occasionally I'll have a stray thought and not know what to do with it...so here you go 🫴✨ alpha pre serum steve coming home to a lovely surprise

Tony tastes of something sweet.

Not like the cheap sugary kind.

But rather something slow and delicate, like caramel custard, with a side of blueberries.

The smell hits him when he first steps into the house and his eyes immediately roll up in his head.

He doesn't even realise what's happened until he hears Bucky's voice and Steve has only one hot second to do something about the wet patch in the front of his denim—only one hot second to duck into the powder room and change into another paint stained loose sweats.

Bucky—that damned bastard—still figures it out. He ushers Steve into the dining room, puffs out his chest and shows off the prettiest Omega Steve has ever laid eyes on.

The omega stands in the kitchen, cheeks flushed rosy red and eyes wide, wet with beaded tears. He's wearing Bucky's shirt—the tail of it resting delicately over his thighs where bruises, nice and tender mark his skin.

"This is Steve," Bucky announces. "Steve, Tony. My omega-"

Tony smiles, all devilish mischief and Bucky hastily corrects himself—"our omega".

[winterspiderpurrs]

Steve drops Tony to run after Bucky. Same ole same ole.

But while Tony recruited Spider-man to assist he didn't dig to found out who he was. Just asked him to be honest if he was atleast 18.

So he doesn't know Peter is Spiderman.

Throw in some omegaverse.

Turns out Steve and Tony were together officially or not.

While in the hospital for his injuries, he finds out he is pregnant.

He tried to reach out to Steve - no answer

So here Tony is 6 months later with his private lamaze class he needs a partner aka an Alpha.

But no worries, the instructor has the PERFECT alpha to help.

Enter Peter Parker who volunteers to be a stand in Alpha for omegas.

Tony is just flabbergasted that this college kid would be doing this. Was he genuinely this good of a person or is he a creepy alpha or villian.

Peter of course tries not to be shocked about this client being Tony Stark but with all the pages of the NDA it's not surprising now.

Motor mouth Peter who explains how yes he loves to volunteer. He was a late bloomer and was for sure thought he would be an omega and took all the classes for it. But when he turned out to be an Alpha.

He spoken of how he was in an accident and so now he shoots blanks. And this is his chance it help fill a void as most omegas don't want to be with an Alpha who can't give them kids.

Tony asking if he was in sort of lab accident as a joke.

Peter brightens up.

" Funny enough I was! But... I .. signed an NDA about it. "

[homegaera]

These are my personal pictures from Fyter Fest ! And yes that is me with the sign and Excalibur loved it and posted it to his insta... Enjoy ❤️

[porcelainvino]

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These fantastic photos by Scott Lesh were posted to his IG stories!