Request by ItSmYwAyToDoThInGs (Wattpad)

This is an omegaverse oneshot! If you don't know what that is... uh good luckluck

It's not smut but I think it's a lil spicy

it's also really long haha

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

Peter knew it was coming. Over the past few days, he started hoarding foods, and things just felt a little... off. It made him nervous, knowing there was an alpha so close to him, just across the hall. Sure, his neighbor had never done anything to him, but this would be his first heat in his new apartment. Peter wasn't sure how to feel about it.

The omega woke with a yawn, stretching sleepily. He sat up, immediately knowing it had begun. His crotch was soaked with slick, his body feeling hot and feverish. Peter groaned, heading to the bathroom to change and get a pad on. He hated going into heat, it made him feel lonely and unsafe. Making sure the doors and windows were locked, the brunette checked the fridge- letting out a scared whimper at the sight. There wasn't enough food to last the week, since he had felt famished the day before.

Peter paced back and forth, trying his best to suppress his heat. He couldn't order- what if an alpha delivered the food and found him? No, he would have to try and survive.

He headed back to his room, locking the door. He collected his sex toys from the drawer (every unmated omega had their own extensive collection) and got to work.


Harley frowned from his spot on the couch. The alpha couldn't help but notice the strong smell of an omega in heat, wafting in from the apartment hallway. He was curious as to which omega it was, since he was the only unmated alpha living in the building. The apartment complex was made up mostly of betas and omegas, with only a few alphas here and there, all mated except for Harley.

The blond was gentle, as far as alphas went, and he was usually fine with the scent of omegas in heat. But, whoever this was, they had the strongest, sweetest, most enticing scent Harley had ever smelled.

His curiosity quickly got the better of him, following the scent across the hall to his new neighbor's apartment. Harley had seen the brunette around, but never really spoken to him. He was about Harley's age, maybe a little younger. Taking in a breath, he knocked on the door of the omega.

"Hello?" An anxious-sounding voice answered, not opening the door.

"Hey, I was wondering if-"

"No! No, no, I'm good, please leave." Harley frowned.

"Wait, please, I just want to help," he insisted. The smaller boy hesitated.

"How do I know this isn't just a trick?"

"I don't want to hurt you, I promise," Harley paused, thinking. "Well, unless you're into it. It's just- well, maybe having someone to help would make your heat easier."

" ... How did you know I'm in heat?" The southern boy let out a short chuckle.

"Well, darlin', your scent is pretty strong."

"Oh..." Harley could hear a short sigh from behind the door. "If I let you in, would you promise not to do anything I don't want to do?" Harley tilted his head.

"Yeah, of course."

"... Nevermind..."

"What? Why?" Harley questioned.

"I don't trust you enough, and I'm in heat, it's just- I don't want to be broken," the omega mumbled.

"I know. And I don't want to hurt you, I swear. I just want to help you." There was a moment of silence, then the door opened up a crack, revealing the small brunette, looking incredibly nervous. He let Harley in, standing awkwardly. "I'm Harley, I live across the hall."

"I know," the brunette stated simply. "I'm Peter. I live... uh, here." The blond laughed, already taking a liking to this omega.

"Well, Peter, what do you want me to do?" The brunette looked kinda nervous, fidgeting with his hands.

"Maybe... just some cuddles?" Harley smiled, nodding. Peter led him to his bedroom, turning red with embarrassment. His sex toys were all still lying around, scattered across the bed and on the nightstand. He quickly gathered all of them, tossing them into the bathtub.

"You're cute when you're flustered, darlin'," Harley smirked, grabbing Peter's chin and tilting it up gently. Their faces were barely two inches apart, each feeling the other's hot breath on their face. The brunette pulled away nervously, stepping back from Harley.

"Um... so..."

"You wanted to cuddle?" Peter nodded. "Ok. Let's cuddle then." Harley got onto the bed, followed by a cautious Peter. "I promise, darlin', I'm not going to hurt you." The brunette relaxed slightly, still rigid from nerves. Harley sighed, pulling Peter into his chest and spooning him, pressing his nose against the back of Peter's head. He had an arm draped over the smaller boy protectively, his hand against Peter's chest.

The young omega couldn't deny that the cuddling was helping... but it also made him nervous. He was taking a huge risk, letting an alpha he barely knew into his house, while he was in heat, especially. But Harley had kept his word so far, not hurting him or forcing him into anything. Peter yawned, cuddling into the alpha and falling asleep.

The brunette woke up to Harley whispering soft words of kindness and support into his ear, one hand messing with his curls and the other rubbing slow circles into Peter's chest. As nice as it felt, the omega couldn't help but let out a squeak, squirming out of Harley's arms.

"Oh, you're awake," he noted, smiling. Peter felt a pit of dread in his stomach, like he didn't fully trust that smile.

"What did you do to me?!" He exclaimed fearfully, his pad feeling completely soaked. That usually didn't happen until day 3, so something was off.

"I didn't do anything, I swear. I just held you while you slept, that's all." Harley frowned, looking at Peter with concern. "Is something wrong?" The brunette ran to the bathroom, locking himself in. He didn't feel overly horrible. He changed his pad, seeing the crazy amounts of slick he had produced in only a few hours. He didn't feel too sore down there, so maybe Harley was telling the truth. Maybe the alpha deserved a bit more trust, after all, he had plenty of opportunities to hurt Peter, and still didn't.

He left the bathroom, looking at Harley awkwardly. The alpha was staring at him from the bed, expectation in his eyes.

"Um, I'm ok, sorry..." Harley's lips curled upwards in a tiny smile, shaking his head.

"You're fine. This is all about you, remember?" Peter nodded. He felt strangely attracted to this young alpha, whether it was real or just his heat talking, he didn't know.

"Right..." Peter looked into Harley's eyes, seeing only kindness and sincerity there. "I don't think I ever thanked you for this, so, uh... thanks." Harley nodded, looking mildly disappointed.

"No problem, darlin'." He stood up, walking out slowly. Peter tilted his head.

"You're leaving?" Harley turned quickly, looking hopeful.

"You want me to stay?"

"Oh, well um," Peter blushed, avoiding eye contact. "I still have six more days of heat..." Harley grinned, nodding.

"I'd love to help, what do you need?" Peter glanced toward the kitchen, remembering the food situation.

"Would you mind running an errand?" Harley furrowed his eyebrows, nodding. "I need some more food, I kind of... I kinda ate most of it..." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I would do it myself, but uh..."

"Alphas," Harley stated, looking down at the ground. "No, I understand. What do you want?"

"I really like pizza... and maybe some salad. Oh, and cereal and milk, please. Doesn't matter what kind." Harley nodded. "Well, not the ones with raisins. Those are nasty," Peter added. The southern boy laughed, nodding and leaving to grab the food. As soon as he was gone, Peter felt that familiar uncertainty flood in. Harley really did make him feel safe... even if he didn't know the blond that well.

With the doors relocked, Peter went to the bathroom, taking his sex toys out of the tub, cleaning them and tossing them back in the drawer. He had a feeling he wouldn't need them this week...

Once that was taken care of, the brunette hopped into the shower, feeling the water hit his skin soothingly. It was going nicely until he had a hot flash, immediately turning the water to cold in a desperate attempt to calm his body. Groaning, he turned the water off, toweling off and throwing on a robe. Just then, he heard a knock at the door, running to unlock it. Harley walked in with grocery bags, storing it away in the fridge.

"Thank you," Peter smiled, relieved to have food stored again.

"No problem, darlin'." The brunette's smile faltered, feeling something run down his leg.

"Shit." Harley stifled a laugh, scooping the smaller boy up and carrying him to the bedroom.

"Having a bit of a problem there, huh?" Peter flushed pink, putting his head in his hands. "Hey, no, that's what I'm here for." He paused. "If you're up to it, of course."


I feel like this could be a whole ass book on its own but uhhh... I don't have the time for that

There will be a part 2!

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