Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, coercion, voyeurism, abuse of power, double penetration, cheating. My tags are not exhaustive, proceed at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary:Your marriage is challenged by the wandering eye of the king. (Medieval AU)
Characters:Peter Parker, Tony Stark
Note: Okay, it’s actually 9k long so apologies but hope you’re ready for this one shot I was like oh it’s gonna be 4k and quick but I’m that bitch.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3
Love you all like Prince Charming loves mirrors. Take care.
The breeze is balmy as it blows through the leaves and rustles the skirts heaped around you. You kneel on the ground without a care for soiling your dress, the sweat dripping down from your hairline as your fingers are stained purple with the juice of berries. The queen dares to taste one as she laughs with the duchess, Wanda, and you add a handful to the basket you share with Lisbeth.
The way Peter manipulated her into performing for the king was so slick. It really shows how he’s all about himself. Now I need for bae to poison his ass so she can get that ye old midieval insurance.
Cuz ain’t no way he gon sell her body for a fucking job and get away with it.
And fuck Tony too! He needs to be a parliament meeting or with his wife, not in other women’s nookies.
Mob boss alpha Tony returning home coated with blood, his enemies defeated, and heading to his room to find his eight-month pregnant omega lying asleep in their bed, his face soft and peaceful.
He joins Peter on the mattress, presses both hands and his mouth against the prominent belly, and begins to sing an Italian nursery rhyme for his babies.
Mob Boss Tony sparing his rival’s spouse, Peter, because he discovers that the kid is pregnant. He can’t kill a pregnant omega. He can’t.
He’ll wait.
Though, he didn’t expect to fall in love with the chained brat hidden in his basement.
i need this so much.
Tony would not only fall in love with the brat chained in his basement, but also with the unborn child
And Peter would do anything do protect himself and the baby, including acting in love
So like… who’s writing this? Please i need to be tagged.
OMG, @longlivestarker, this is what I had considered writing if I ever had to make a whole story about it (I might just do it, this plot sounds so good).
In the beginning, Tony would lock Peter in the basement of the mansion he shares with the men and women of his gang with the firm intention of killing him as soon as he gave birth. The child would be given to a shelter, and no baby would be killed by his hands or his orders.
That was the original plan.
He made sure for many weeks and months to personally care for the omega in his basement. Bringing him food, water, clothes… He never hid his intentions from his captive. Peter knew what was waiting for him at the end of his pregnancy.
“Eat.” Tony would ask in the second week as the boy embarked on a hunger strike.
“I won’t let you keep me alive like a pig doomed to slaughter. I want to choose my death.”
“You’re going to kill this baby if you don’t eat.”
“Don’t you dare call me a criminal. You’re the one with the gun.”
With this, Peter spat in the alpha’s face. Tony waited for a moment, silently, then straightened up, wiping the saliva that soiled him before rolling up the sleeves on his forearms.
“I think it’’ll be just fine as long as I don’t hit the belly, right?”
.
Months later, long, long conversations later, as Tony walked down the steps with a lunch tray, he immediately smelled the distress pheromones. He didn’t miss the heavy beads of sweat on Peter’s forehead as he squirmed in the corner of the room, struggling to look normal, pain written all over his face.
“Pete, you…”
“I’m fine.” he huffed.
“Oh my god…”
“I’m fucking fine.” Peter exclaimed louder.
“You’re giving birth.”
Tony would feel his heart stop as tears would roll down Peter’s cheeks.
