#omega!peter

[alpha-tony-for-omegapeter]

Starker - Baby Fever

Someone requested mpreg Peter and while alpha Tony is totally on board with that, @omegapeter isn't quite ready for pups yet. (This post is a mix of contributions from alpha-tony-for-omegapeter and omegapeter 😋)

The first time Tony mentions pups to Peter, the poor omega had something like a panic attack. Tony spent many hours after reassuring his omega that they'd only have pups when Peter was ready for them. This, however, hasn't stopped Tony from getting infected by Baby Fever so there are… some things the alpha can't help but doing.

Peter is well aware that his alpha has baby fever and is very grateful that there's no pressure on him to give Tony those pups just yet. Instead, Peter lets Tony indulge in his baby fever with a fond, sometimes exasperated, smile.

So here's some things that have happened as a result of Tony's baby fever:

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Peter keeps seeing baby articles left open on the computer or something. He'll roll his eyes and pretend to not have seen it because he knows Tony is like having baby fever. Doesn't bring it up because Tony hasn't tried once to pressure him about it.

The only time Peter mentions anything is when Tony buys a dinosaur onesie and it's blue. The conversation goes as follows:

Peter:  You don't even know if it'll be a boy or girl. At least buy gender neutral.

Tony: (desperate to keep the dinosaur onesie) Girls are allowed to like dinosaurs.

Peter : ...True. Okay it can stay. (It's adorable anyway)

--

Tony has built a secret lab in his lab that no one has access to except him. In this super secret lab, he's building nanny bots.

The room has so much security in it. It's a secret room because he doesn't want Peter to feel pressured but he has to build something for their future kid.

Peter knows about it since day one which led to this scene:

Steve comes over, "Where's Tony?"

Peter, sitting on the couch reading, " secretly building nanny bots in his lab."

Steve: “Oh, so you're plann-"

Peter: "Nope. Not another word."

Somehow word spread throughout the Avengers that Tony/Peter were expecting a baby Stark:

Bruce: “Hey, I just want to cong–”

Peter: “No.”

Eventually Peter/Tony had to make an announcement because the rest of the Avengers were excited about baby Starks

Tony, sadly: "Sorry guys, there's not gonna be a Stark baby."

Everyone: "Aw, Tony..."

Peter, from another room: "SHUT UP!"

Tony mouths not yet.

Eventually, Tony asks Peter out of curiosity.

Tony: "How long do I have to wait?"

Peter: "Until I say that I'm open for business.

Peter has a picture prepared for when anyone asks about future baby Starks.

The dirty talk reaches a whole other level though. Tony is constantly whispering in Peter's ear about how he's gonna knock him up. And in the heat of the moment, Peter begs for it, wants it desperately.

Afterward though, while they're lying in bed, Peter just looks at him, trying to decide if he should clarify. Tony's just basking in the afterglow.

Tony, feels Peter's eyes on him: “I know.”

Peter: "You were hot though!"

Tony: “Thanks?”

--

Tony pretty much spends time making the nanny bots, figuring out the best things for a nursery (or building them if he feels the current available items aren't good enough), and picking out plenty of cute baby clothes.

When he's with Peter though, it's easy to forget about the baby fever. His omega is (sometimes) a handful as it is and when he thinks about it, he's grateful to have this time where he can selfishly hoard Peter's love and attention.

Tony doesn't mind waiting, not at all, because he loves Peter. The alpha only wants a baby Stark if Peter is the one that gives them to him.

[starker-fanfictions-blog]

Hi! when you have time I would love Starker recs with abo dynamics Preferably a polyshipping pack dynamic! They can be incomplete and if you can’t find many that’s totally understandable :) thank you

STARKER A/B/O FANFICTIONS - REC LIST 

I was actually thinking of making a rec list for a/b/o fics, so this ask comes at the right time.

I tend not to read polyshipping stuff, but I did some research just for you, Anon! I’m gonna start with my favourite fanfictions though, I hope you don’t mind ;)

Reassurance by AnonymousI’m gonna be honest with you, chief: I haven’t finished this one, I don’t even remember why. Possibly because I’m an idiot, but we’ll never know. I remember it being good, though, and I would feel bad not putting it in the list just because I haven’t finished it. It’s based on Homecoming, with Peter trying to hide the fact that he is an omega from Tony and the rest of the team in an attempt to be taken more seriously.

Help Me, Fix Me, Heal Me by Mid_Nightmare Oh my God, this one’s so good, I hope the author updates soon! The setting is a bit different than usual: Tony and the rest of the Avengers live in the woods as a pack of shape-shifting wolves (the characters stay in human form for the majority of the story, though). One day, Tony finds an injured Peter and nurses him back to health - and I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, so obviously I love this story with all my heart

Starker Resolutions by dela_chaisse The only fanfiction in this list with Omega!Tony and Alpha!Peter. It was refreshing to read, even if the dynamic between Tony and Peter is still the same: a suave and charming (but still struggling with a lot of personal issues) Tony and a starstruck Peter. I really enjoyed how IC Tony’s distrust for alphas and desire for independence felt.

In Heat by Atanih88 Peter is in heat, that’s the whole plot, but the rating doesn’t go past Teen and Up. I do wish the author had written the actual sex scene instead of stopping right before, but I guess I can’t have everything in life. On an unrelated note, Tony is so IC that his thoughts reminded me a lot of the way he talks in the movies, and I really love when that happens. (Oh, and he’s also a Beta, not an Alpha).

Call Me (A Thief) by RaisonDetre This is the pwp that every rec list needs and deserves. I think the tag “The scene on the roof top but they just angrily fuck instead” explains the plot pretty well.

Body Electric by GryffindorGirl94 You thought I was gonna put only one pwp? Ah, syke! Here’s another one, and the premise is the same as the one above: that scene on the rooftop, but they end up fucking. You don’t need to know more.

Dear Heart by TempestRisingCan I cry because of how good this fic is? The author had me had “Tony Stark has a heart” and “Hurt Peter Parker”, but I never expected to love an angsty coffe shop AU this much.

Here’s all the polyshipping fics I found! I didn’t read them all completely, but I made sure that they are not, you know, horribly written or something like that.

Because It’s Us by confessionsofabibeauty (WIP)This one has an OC as a main character, so if that’s not your cup of tea you’ve been warned. Also, it’s a wip but it has been updated fairly recently.Ship/s: Peter/Avengers team; Peter/OFCTags on Ao3: civil war fix-it; soulmate aspects; eventual mpreg; pack dynamic

Modified for Pleasure by professional_benaddict (One-shot)Dude, this one is dark - the title is self explanatory, really. Not something that I would read for fun, but hey! I think it’s well written so I don’t feel bad recommending it (and also I’ve read worse thing that turned me on in the past, who am I to judge?). Ship/s: Tony Stark/Peter Parker/Stephen Strange Tags on Ao3:dom/sub; body modifications; slightly dubcon

Me and Mine by sleepsick (WIP)Again, not something that I would read for fun. But the author definetely knows how to write, I can’t deny that. Ship/s: Peter Parker/almost every Aenger; Peter Parker/Wade WilsonTags on Ao3: peter parker whump; possessive behavior; pining; dubcon

You’re the One I Want by Goofatron (One-shot)I actually read this one before, and I have to admit: fucked-up, but hot. Ship/s: Peter Parker/Tony Stark; (almost) Peter/Thor, Peter/Steve and Peter/BuckyTags on Ao3: virgin!peter; attempted rape/non-con; scent kink; daddy kink

The More the Merrier by hchollym (WIP)Oh boy, this is just 23.000 words of porn. God bless the author, tbh, this i a gift to humanity.Ship/s: Peter/Tony; Peter/Thor; Peter/Steve; Peter/Bucky Tags on Ao3: porn with feelings; everyone loves Peter;mpreg

Asunder by pansley (WIP)I’m gonna trust the 500 comments on Ao3 and say that fic is a good one!Ship/s: Peter Parker/Tony Stark; Peter Parker/Avengers Team; Peter/Wade Wilson; Peter/Harry Osborn; Peter/Norman Osborn; Peter/MJTags on Ao3: dubcon; drug use; group sex; sexual slavery

That’s all I could find for you, Anon! Hope there’s something here you haven’t read yet :)

[notcanoncompliant]

hi! i'm the anon from the earlier starker request (78). maybe seventeen and eighteen? or just eighteen and eighteen, if you're more comfortable with it. i think ill pop up more often, so ill use an emoji. does 🌻 work? - 🌻 (possibly)

Hope you're still around Anon! Here's your request (from like four months ago...😅)

78. "Don't fucking touch what is not yours."

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Peachy

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Peter can take care of himself just fine. He's been doing it his entire grade school career, doubly so since he presented as an omega; he definitely doesn't need some knothead alpha to fight his battles for him.

But, oh man, Tony Stark is hot when he's angry.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Beck?"

And the alpha over Peter by his locker is an idiot, because he seems to interpret Tony’s nearly prowling approach as non-threatening.

Peter shivers involuntarily when Tony gets close; the alpha smells like petrichor and ozone and the tang of saltwater, a literal force of nature.

Beck snorts and doesn't put any distance between himself and Peter. “I don’t see your name on him, Stark. Get your own.”

And Tony must be near a rut, because Peter’s hardly spoken to the other teen outside of class, and Tony’s kind of an ass, but he wouldn’t just slam one of his teammates into the lockers with teeth-rattling force over some random omega...but against the lockers is where Beck ends up, the collar of his shirt twisted in Tony’s fists.

“He’s mine,” Tony snarls. “You get your own.”

The (somewhat redundant) warning growl that follows rumbles deep in the alpha’s chest, a sound that calls to something in Peter…

...which just serves to piss off the omega.

‘Mine’? Who the hell does he think he is?

Peter scowls, pushes off from where he’d been pinned. “Yeah...I’m just gonna go.”

He’s at the end of the hall, almost to the front doors, when he realizes Tony’s following him. There’s no sign of Beck, but it’s not that surprising; there aren’t a lot of guys who would push a fight with Tony.

(It’s not attractive, it’s not--it’s macho alpha crap, and it is never appealing, not even when Peter’s alone in bed...at night...with his inflatable knot. *cough* Never.)

“Let me drive you home.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “No thank you.”

The alpha just looks at him with exasperation that is definitely not warranted, and it makes Peter’s hackles rise.

“I’m fine, Tony. I don’t need a bodyguard.”

“You do when you smell like you’re about to roll over.”

Oh. Oh WOW.

Peter’s not sure what his face is doing, but when he looks at Tony, the alpha blanches and takes a step back.

“Shit, I’m sorry, that was--”

“That was some designationist bullshit, and I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me alone.”

With a last glare, Peter turns and stalks off towards the doors, pushes his way outside--

--to be faced with a torrential downpour.

The doors open and shut behind him, and Tony comes to stand beside him, his still apologetic (and a tiny bit smug) thunderstorm scent blending almost perfectly with the rain.

“...You sure you don’t want a ride? Not like that--ow, Jesus--”

***

Getting into Tony’s car was a mistake.

It smells amazing inside, a blend of clean leather and Tony and alpha. Peter's still irritated, but he loosens up, melting into the seat with a sigh he doesn’t mean to let out.

Tony smirks over at him. “Cozy?”

“...No,” Peter says, facing resolutely forward.

Tony doesn’t say anything else, just starts the car, but Peter can feel the alpha’s amusement.

He huffs quietly and lowers himself slightly in the seat. None of this should feel nice, none of it should feel so comforting or safe or--

“You wanna tell me where I’m going?”

Peter opens his eyes (hadn’t even realized he’d closed them), and sits up a little straighter, clears his throat, face heating. “Right. Address. You need that.”

He rattles it off and goes back to trying to ignore...well,Tony, but also the obvious warmth in his own face. His own...everywhere, actually. He’s warm. Overly warm.

Oh no. Maybe Tony wasn’t so far off, as crudely as he’d put it.

They’re about halfway to his house when Peter finally gives up, turns to ask Tony to shut off the heat (maybe it’ll make the scent less intense, everything smells like Tony but stronger; is it getting stronger?) but the words catch in his throat.

Tony’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight, eyes a little brighter, wild.

“Are you...are you okay?” It’s another thing Peter wants to deny, isn’t sure why he asks, why he...fuck, why he wants to hear Tony say it. To hear him say anything. Why he wants to hear the bass notes of arousal that match the increase in Tony’s scent.

“Peachy,” Tony answers tightly, not looking over.

The shortness doesn’t matter; by the time they pull into the (thankfully empty) driveway, Peter's struggling with conflicting impulses to get as far from the alpha as possible or to just straddle him right there in the driver’s seat.

“Thank you, for, you know. The ride.”

Tony’s scent flares, the leather of the wheel creaking under his hands. “No problem.”

Getting out of the car is the next logical step, but Peter is glued to his seat (not literally, thank god; he can’t feel any slick yet, but he can tell it’s a near thing). The only way he’s getting out is--

No, nope. He’s not going to invite Tony inside, he’s not going to do that.

Swallowing, Peter rubs his palms down his thighs, uses the texture of the denim to ground himself. “Well, um. Yeah. Thanks. I’m just...bye.” He un-clicks his seatbelt and climbs out, trying to ignore the tug low in his belly insisting he get back into the cocoon of good-smell.

It’s better this way, obviously; he doesn’t actually know Tony, doesn’t actually like him. Just because the alpha’s hot...and an impressive rubgy player...and on Peter's level in all the advanced classes...doesn't mean he wants to spend a heat with him (a heat Peter wasn't even supposed to be having right now, what the heck is going on with his suppressants).

He's at the front door, fumbling with his keys, when he hears the car shut off. A door opens and closes with a bang, followed closely by the slap of sneakers pavement.

The infuriatingly intoxicating scent of thunderstorms thickens when the porch steps creak with Tony’s approach, and Peter already knows what's going to happen. Feels it with a terrifyingly right sense of inevitability.

Tony stops behind him, not touching, but close enough Peter can feel his warmth.

Peter doesn’t turn around. “I don’t...Did you need something?” he asks inanely, a little breathless.

“I...need you to tell me to leave.”

It’s not what Peter expected. If he’s being entirely honest, he’d been half hoping Tony would just shove him up against the door (or try, anyway); that he’d give Peter a reason to fight back, to shove him away, to deny the instincts pinging like electricity under his skin.

Peter swallows. “You can go.”

“Do you want me to?”

Fuck.

The key slides into the lock, finally, the click of the latch somehow audible even through the sound of the rain pattering on the overhang above them.

“No.”

**

The blend of their scents, of Tony’s stormy, feral arousal and the sweetness of Peter’s slick, is delicious--filthy and thick and everywhere, and Peter knows he’s going to have the scent in his sheets, deep in his mattress, in his skin, for days, maybe weeks.

But, the memories...those are going to be seared in his brain for the rest of his life, probably.

He rocks his hips forward, groaning. “You feel so good--so tight, god--”

Tony just stares up at him, whines around the soaked boxer briefs crammed in his mouth. He looks gorgeous like this, flushed, eyes hooded and dark, gripping Peter’s headboard as tightly as he had the steering wheel, earlier.

When they’d first stepped inside, Peter had been surprised. Tony had kept his hands to himself, followed Peter up to his bedroom without comment, without pushing. The only thing that gave away Tony’s understanding of the situation was his weirdly polite request that Peter give him a quick tour of the kitchen, so he’d know where to go to get Peter food and water, later.

It didn’t jibe with the alpha posturing at school, and not with the smug boldness that is Tony. Did not compute.

Tony had obviously been aroused, his very much alpha-sized cock straining obscenely in his jeans, but he’d just stood there when the got to Peter’s room, shifting restlessly foot to foot, just...waiting, until Peter had finally asked if Tony really wanted this, why he wasn’t doing anything.

The characteristic smirk had made an appearance, weighed down just a little by nerves, and then Tony had asked Peter to tell him what to do.

Peter had definitely been amenable to that request. And to every one that led them to this moment, to Tony on his back on Peter’s bed, flushed olive skin against the navy blue of Peter’s sheets.

It’s beautiful. It’s breathtaking and amazing and so many other things. He can’t believe he gets to do this, that Tony’s letting him inside, in more ways than one. It’s satisfying and weirdly humbling, and Peter’s going to have to process everything later, but right now...right now, it feels good.

When one of Tony’s hands leaves the headboard, Peter feels a rush of anticipation. “Ah ah, no,” he says, smacks it away before it can touch the erection Peter’s been deliberately neglecting.

Tony makes a helpless apologetic sound through his mouthful, snapping up to grab the headboard again, and Peter shivers, fucks into the alpha’s tight heat a little harder, a little faster, a reward and a punishment.

He won’t be able to maintain this much longer; it’s early enough in his heat that he’s not yet reduced to a single-minded mess of near-delirious want, but Peter thinks he has just enough time to say what he’s been thinking about since he’d been given permission to handle Tony this way.

Curling forward, he leans in to nip and suck at Tony’s chest and collarbones, Tony’s small huffing breaths and pleading sounds in response sending showers of sparks low in Peter’s spine, through his own hot, needy insides.

“You know better than that,” Peter admonishes, voice a little unsteady. “Or, I thought you did.” He sits back, trails his hands down Tony’s chest, his stomach. “You seemed pretty clear on it with Beck.”

Peter shivers, smirking when Tony glares, growling; he can feel the vibrations where they’re connected, and he suddenly very much gets the appeal of angry sex. But he can’t get distracted.

“Shh, Alpha,” he soothes, a little mocking. Tony doesn’t seem to mind, going by the precum that drips anew. “I just thought you understood the rules.”

Peter pulls out carefully, heedless of Tony’s noise of complaint, shushes him as he crawls forward until he’s straddling Tony’s hips.

Tony’s hazy, questioning look vanishes with an almost pained groan when Peter wraps a hand around the base of his cock (tries; his fingers barely touch, fuck) and squeezes, right where the alpha’s knot is going to expand, and stands him up.

“Don’t touch...what doesn’t belong to you,” Peter manages breathlessly, “And this is mine.”

The last word ends on more of a moan than anything syllabic as Peter sinks down--full, full, so fucking full, fuck--and he has to take a second to adjust to the girth, to his...fuck, his first time with an alpha.

Everything’s starting to get hazy and euphoric, now, heralding the point of Peter’s heat where he’ll cease to notice almost anything besides whatever’s pumping inside him, filling him up. But he’s still clear enough to feel a burst of appreciative affection for the way Tony’s trembling with the effort to not move, to not just buck up into Peter’s heat.

Peter reaches out and pulls the underwear from Tony’s mouth, tosses them somewhere off the side of the bed. Leaning down, he claims Tony’s mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss, moaning at the sensation from just a minor change in angle.

When he pulls back, the taste of Tony and himself flooding his senses, he grins.

“Now let go of that headboard and show me who you belong to.”

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[femmelixie]

peter presents as an omega and slowly all the innocuous things daddy used to do (forehead kisses, cuddles during movie night, a hand on the small of his back as daddy reaches past him for a coffee mug, even just his scent) seem to have peter’s panties soaking wet

[tony-is-my-daddy]

Imagine omega Peter being banned from sex because he tried to suck his boyfriend off at work.

He knows if he asks for sex, Tony will only extend his punishment, but he feels his heat approaching.

He tries taking extra suppressants. But it doesn't help, it just makes him feel dizzy during the days.

When his heat arrives, he tries to distance himself from the older man because he knows Tony is an evil man who would only tease him but not give him what he wants.

So he tries to solve the problem alone, with his fingers or with toys, but none of them was as good as the alpha's cock...

One night, when Tony comes home from work, he finds Peter in their bed, all naked and crying.

"Pete, bambino, what's wrong?" he asks concerned, but as soon as he steps into the bedroom, the scent of the boy hits him. "Are you going through a heat?"

"Yes... Tony it hurts so much! I know I'm not supposed to... I've been bad but... but please Tony it huuurts... Alpha please!"

And how could Tony say no to the boy when he's in so much pain?

So they end up fucking for 2 hours straight, until Peter's pain subsides for a while. They lay in bed and cuddle, their sweaty body sticky against each other.

"You should've told me sooner. You know your health is more important than a silly game." Tony said, kissing the boy's head.

"I'm sorry daddy. I just wanted to be good for you."

"You are good for me baby. Always good."

[prettyboy-parker]

omega!camgirl!peter au

���Good evening, my handsome alphas! Welcome to the stream.”

Peter takes a sip of his red wine, peering over the rim of his glass and at his computer screen. The chat area begins to flood with comments.

thewintersoldat: you look dang good tonight, sugar

starspangledalpha: Those shorts are sinful on you.

strangerdoctor: You’re breathtaking!

Peter giggles and places his wine glass on his nightstand. While he loves performing for everyone, not matter their secondary sex, his alpha shows make him the most excited. The thought of having hundreds of big, strong alphas watching him, of all people, makes him so horny.

“You are all so sweet!” He exclaims breathlessly, already a little hard in his shorts. “What do I do to deserve the most lovely alphas?”

godofthunder: You put on the most wonderful shows, little omega

irondaddy: because you show us that soaking hole of yours, maybe?

Peter’s heart flutters at the comment from his most loyal viewer. He reaches down to squeeze at his bulge, eyes falling shut as he rocks against his hand. 

“Alpha,” He whines, biting his lip as slick drips down the inside of his thigh. “I’m so wet already.”

thewintersoldat: fuck and im hard

mysterihoe: can we see?

“You’re all so impatient,” Peter giggles, but slips his shorts off nonetheless. He adjusts the waistline of his pink lace panties, sighing at the way the material rubs against his small cock. He takes his white tank top off too, giving his nipples a little pinch before turning around. He sits on the bed in the best way that shows off the globes of his ass to the camera. 

“Ngh, fuck,” Peter moans, rocking his hips in a way that makes his heavy cock drag against the bedsheets. More slick seeps out of his hole and through the fabric of his panties. 

imyourcaptainnow: That ass 😍

irondaddy: you’re dripping, baby.

“I need alpha to knot me,” Peter babbles, hastily taking off his panties, leaving him exposed to the camera. His hole clenches pathetically, desperate to get something inside. He dips the tip of his finger in, and then out. “I want alpha to shove their big fat knot up my achy cunt.”

mysterihoe: i’m this close to popping my knot

godofthunder: I will show you a real alpha’s knot, sweetest peach

blxckwxdxw: I love hearing you beg

The comments on the screen make the corners of Peter’s honey brown eyes sparkle with tears. The omega turns back to face the camera, taking his cock in hand and jacking it lazily. He reaches down and rolls his balls in the palm of his hand, letting out a pathetic whine. 

irondaddy: get the knotting dildo i sent you, buttercup 

Peter reaches to his nightstand and grabs his thick red dildo, making sure not to knock over his wine. The silicon is heavy in his hands, and wanting to take things a bit slower, he licks up the side of it.

“I bet your knot is bigger than this,” He says, wrapping his lips around the tip of the toy. “This is good, but I want a bigger one.”

strangerdoctor: Needy boy 

“Oh, what if you all came to fuck me?” Peter wonders aloud, placing the dildo between his shaky legs. He should really drag the show out longer, as this is how he makes his living, but he can’t wait any longer. “Taking turns using my gaping pussy, shoving your knots in one by one.” The omega rubs the tip of the dildo against his hole, chest heaving with anticipation. “I’d be so drunk on your cocks. I’d cum so many times I wouldn’t be able to keep count.”

Peter shouts as he sinks down onto the dildo, the toy nudging all his sensitive spots. His cock jumps and spurts pre-cum onto his stomach. 

“Oh alpha, you’re so big!” He moans, playing with his nipples as he adjusts to the stretch. “You fill me up so good, m’stuffed.”

irondaddy: look at that pussy around that cock

blxckwxdxw: Is that enough, baby boy? Sluts like you need bigger alpha cock to fill you up

“You alphas are so dirty,” Peter grumbles as he begins to slowly move up and down on the dildo. “Oh, yeah, just like that.”

Peter’s omegean cock slaps against his stomach as he picks up the pace, practically jumping up and down on the toy. His bed squeaks with the movement, an annoying sound that he wishes he could get rid of. 

“Fuck! Alpha, I feel your k-knot,” Peter yelps, tilting his head to the side. The comments flood with encouragement, spewing compliments and permissions to cum.

thewintersoldat: that knot is nearly in your cunt, doll

strangerdoctor: Take that cock like a good omega

captaindanvers: Cum for alpha 

“Alpha!” Peter moans as the fake knot slips inside his hole. The omega reaches down and vigorously strokes his own cock, his balls drawing up tight as he orgasms. Cum spurts from the flushed tip of his cock, and he can’t stop moving his hand while he rides out his orgasm. 

starspangledalpha: Such a good boy

irondaddy: daddy’s proud of you

mysterihoe: I came with you baby

strangerdoctor: A perfect little omega

Tummy warm and completely fucked out, Peter signs off for the night.

[starker-au]

Based off of @reniisbooks au that I love which you can find here with alpha dad Tony and omega son Peter. This is just my take on it.

- incest, implied spanking -

Peter turns the volume on his record player up. Something his dad hates but he won't come into his room to scold him for. He makes sure that the pillows are in place under his sheets before he opens his window and hops out. He knows Ned is waiting for him down the street.

He turns the corner and spots Neds car. The car ride is full of music and laughing while they ride to the concert.

The concert is loud but Peter enjoys it and he meets new people too. College friends of MJ, a mix of alphas and betsy, but he enjoys their company as much as he does his own friends. A hand gropes his ass and Peter smirks. He'd been especially enjoying one alphas company in particular.

"Concert's almost over, sweetheart, I can take you home," The alpha says and his hand leaves his ass, "names Quentin by the way"

Peter smiled and considers his options. He could finish the concert and get Ned to drive him home or he could leave with a handsome alpha who would take him home in the end. Peter chooses the second.

Quentin's car isn't spacious but the car seats lay down backwards and Peter makes himself comfortable with Quentin on top of him sucking on his neck. Peter tries to open his jeans but Quentin stops him.

"I'm not gonna fuck you here, sweetheart, wait till I can get us a motel"

Peter wants to object but Quentin kisses him on the mouth. His cock is aching between his legs and Peter's ready to tell the alpha to drive them to a motel but a persistent tapping on the car window stops both of them.

"Who the fuck" Quentin breathes angrily.

Quentin's off him quickly and Peter sits up once he's able and freezes.

Because his dad- his fucking dad is standing outside the car.

"Who is that?"

"My dad," Peter says and tries to open the car door, "unlock the car..unlock the car!"

"Calm down!"

The door is unlocked and Peter is met with his angry father's face on the other side of the car. Quentin's speed off once there's enough room for him to get out and his dad takes a step towards him.

"What the hell were you doing?" Tony yells and his aura emits an angry alpha.

"We were just talking!" Peter tells his dad confidently but his omega submits and he exposes his neck in submission when his dad takes another step towards him threateningly and grabs his arm.

"Talking? Touching lips- kissing is talking to kids now?!" The alpha says, frustration and anger is evident, and Peter's sure he's grounded- sure he'll be punished in some way. His dad hasn't spanked him since he presented as an omega and Peter hopes he won't start again now.

His dad tugs his arm to move him towards the car but Peter tugs back.

"Will you stop yelling at me?

Peter watches Tony attempt to calm down as his dad takes a deep breath but Peter stills see the tense shoulders and that his dads eyes are full of anger. Tony points to the passenger seat.

"Get in the car"

Peter refuses with a shake of his head and a step backwards.

"No, you're crazy"

And he truly believes his dad is crazy. Any alphas Peter has the potential to mate with Tony drove away and Peter began to hate seeing his father even more so after he divorced his mom and took custody of him. Peter just didn't want to deal with his dad anymore.

"I said, get in the damn car"

Peter wishes there were people nearby but the road is empty aside from his dads car and he wishes Quentin had stayed.

"No!," Peter backs away from Tony when he takes a step towards him, "You're insane. I wanna live with mom. You-"

"Be quiet, omega, and get in the car" The alpha growls and Peter submits, hanging his head down low as he gets in to the car. He wants his mom, he wants away from the alpha- away from his dad. Looking at the scenery doesn't do anything to calm Peters nerves but he was able to avoid looking at Tony who was doing his best to conceal his anger for his son- for his omega.

Peter's the first to unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car while Tony takes a moment to compose himself before he leaves the car himself. Once the front door is open Peter is quick to move to his room, it's a safe haven for him, really, but his dad stops him.

"Head to my room, not yours"

"Y-Your room?" Peter says, frightened, "Why?"

"Your actions can't go without punishment, omega"

[kahowl-knight]

Superfamily ABOverse

Every since the Pup, Peter James Stark-Rogers was laid in Tony's arms Steve would always growl at anyone that stepped foot in a room they're in at the tower. No matter if they need to get something to drink or left something behind before the small family entered the room. Steve was very protective of his mate and pup. Curled around Tony switching between wagging his tail and growling at the other wolves gathered at the entrance of the room. Tony snuggled into his Alpha nursing the pup and nuzzling his mate to calm down. Peter just enjoying the heat from his parents as he's feeding.

After feeding his pup Tony moves as Steve whines only to have the pup snuggling into his dad as Tony guides the rest of the pack to their new addition to the family. Of course with the Alpha's growl of approval

@im-tops-bottom Wolf!verse this time. Not enough around A03 with fluffy Superfamily

[starks-sweetheart]

Omega!Peter and Alpha!Tony

[notcanoncompliant]

30 with starker maybe?

Smut prompt #30. "Put that thing away!"

It ended up a lot more feel-y than I was aiming for, but I had fun, and I hope you still enjoy it!!!

(Alpha!Tony/Omega!Peter; Peter’s 18, Tony’s late 30′s-early 40′s)

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They've been here for a couple days, now, and Peter loves it. His body's buzzing, still craving, but the frenzy's passed, and he's again able to appreciate the novelty of his and Tony's little escape. The ocean, the distant sound of crashing waves. The little honeymoon cabin itself, everything a little weather-beaten and well-loved, inside and out.

He stares out the front-facing kitchen window, hands around a mug of tea on the counter and his gaze fixed on the trail that forks off from the main road towards the beach. At the crest of the trail, a driftwood arch stands tall between patches of swaying dune grass. It's close enough that Peter's able to catch small flickers of color that move with the breeze.

**

"Are you sure? Really sure?"

Tony's searching Peter's face so hard it's like they haven't both known, haven't both been waiting for months, for too long.

Peter smiles at him, a little shaky."Are you ever gonna stop asking me that?"

He knows the answer before he hears Tony's affectionate huff of laughter. It's the same answer Tony's been giving since Peter managed to worm his way under his teacher's skin.

Tony cups Peter's face in his hands.

"No, kid, I'm not. I'll always want to know you're okay. I never want to hurt you."

"You won't," Peter says.

"You'll tell me if I do."

"I will," Peter says, firmly, looking into Tony's eyes.

The wind's light, teasing at their clothes and hair, and at the ribbons of crimson and royal blue, two of each, that dangle from where they'd tied them to the arch.

"I love you," Tony says, voice rough.

"I love you, too," Peter murmurs back.

**

The familiar, singularly delicious scent of spice and lightning storms pulls his attention back into the kitchen. From behind him, there are footsteps and the soft creak of the floorboards, and he smiles and bites his lip, sets his mug back down.

They've got plans for the day--walking along the beach and more goofy touristy things to do in town--that they'll be able to do now that they're both functional (if prone to slightly over the top displays of affection), but Peter kind of doesn't want to go. And he's never missed an opportunity to tease.

He doesn't think he would have snagged Mr. Stark, otherwise.

Leaning forward onto his elbows, he cants his hips back and glances over his shoulder, lip sliding out from between his teeth when he can't (doesn't want to) fight the smile that curls at the sight of his mate approaching him from behind.

When Tony stops, he's standing so close Peter can feel the heat radiating off him.

"Baby," Tony says, tutting at him, "We have plans to be out. In public. Cute plans. It's why I told you to put this away..."

Despite the reproachful words, Tony's lifting the hem of the over-sized tee shirt (one of the alpha's, of course) with one finger. His head's cocked to the side, staring at Peter's ass with an animal curiosity, like he didn't just spend the better part of the last three days buried right where he's looking.

Peter loves it, loves the ownership, the possession. Loves the hot, feral affection as much as he loves the sweet alpha who double and triple-checked on him, who cradled his face and kissed him under their mating arch.

"You said you wanted breakfast," Peter quips, gasping when Tony grips his ass with both hands pulls him apart, baring Peter's definitely slicked hole to the open air.

The alpha smirks, his eyes flicking to Peter's, hungry and playful, as he lowers himself to his knees behind his omega.

"I could eat."

Peter's laugh turns into a moan when Tony gently sucks one of Peter's balls into his mouth, and then the other, laving them each with attention before licking a hot, wet stripe to Peter's aching rim.

This, Peter thinks, this is worth everything.

Not just the sex; he'd known that would be mind-blowing the first time he'd caught Mr. Stark looking at him in class when he didn't think Peter would notice (no one looks that guilty if they're thinking of boring things). It's the comfort, the trust.

That Peter's not self-conscious about the sounds he's making. That Tony's licking and sucking him carefully, because he knows Peter's still sensitive, teasing him open like he's not already stretched out, because he wants to make Peter feel good.

And it's how, when Tony pulls back (with a nip to each cheek that makes Peter squirm pleasantly) and stands, he turns Peter and hefts him up onto the counter so they can look into each other's eyes. So they can kiss, trade breaths and moans and cling to each other as Tony presses his length inside with smooth, slow rolls of his hips.

Peter knows when they go back, they'll weather the talk, the looks, the rockiness together. Solid, a forever unit.

As he cums gasping Tony's name, Tony following him over soon after, and they cling to each other grinning and kissing touching each other in the middle of the kitchen, though...

...'when' they go back begins to seem, maybe, like more of an 'if'.

[nerdylocksandthethreebears]

Omega!Peter having had the spider bite AND being in heat

So an Omega in heat is just super sensitive anyway, their senses are heightened, especially touch and smell. They feel everything to the point that they normally end up overstimulated and fussy BUT Peter was already overstimulated a lot of the time anyway. He can hear everything, he can feel everything, smell everything anyway. And it is barely possible but being in heat just takes all his senses up to maximum and it is just too much. 

Peter’s heats are just too much, he just spends the whole time laying on the softest sheets with barely a blanket on him, a sound proof room, barely moving. He begs and whimpers for his Alpha but when Tony has come into the room, even the smell of him is too much, the touch makes Peter sob and shake, recoiling because he can’t handle it. They don’t last very long but Peter hates them so much, he can barely remember them after they are done, except the feeling. 

[prettyboy-parker]

psa: omega!peter is quite little and plump (like all omegas are). his thighs touch and he has wide hips and a pudgy butt. puberty hits quickly once you present, and the rapid growth leaves many omegas (and alphas too) with stretch marks. it takes a little while for peter to love his body and the marks that grace his pale skin, but he eventually does.

[hinge]

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[professional-benaddict]

I love Omegaverse fics where omegas are super affectionate and cuddle all the time especially around heat which attracts more omegas, and suddenly there’s a huge puppy pile in the mall.

broke: omegas seeking out alphas during heat

woke: omegas seeking out other omegas to cuddle

[femmelixie]

At the beach today, and I’m thinking about Tony or Bucky or Steve bringing Peter to the beach (or maybe all four of them) and it’s busy and they have to set up next to a large group of himbo Alphas, all of whom can’t help but stare as Peter strips out of his beach wrap, revealing a cheeky, black lace bikini.

And his friends— because even though they all want to be more, none of them have the guts to make a move— all of them see red, snarling as the strange alphas move to interact, trying to catch a glimpse of Peter’s pretty pale skin underneath his downright indecent bathing suit.

Peter just giggles, amused by the behavior, and lets his alphas “protect him.” After all, he wore this suit for their eyes only, and absolutely preens under their attention.

yes!!!! I love the idea of them being a group and all of them have feelings for Peter - and Peter likes to tease them with the little black lace bikini.

He won’t put his wrap back on and truthfully, none of them push very hard because they’re all looking at Peter in the suit too

[nerdylocksandthethreebears]

Peter Parker is a whiny little sub, pass it on

[prettyboy-parker]

fucked around and drew omega peter ☺️☺️