#omega peter

[monster-cock69]

freshley presented peter whose genuinely loving omegahood and traumatized alpha bucky whose trying to relearn himself

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay but Tony never told the team that Peter was an Omega.

And after Peter moved into the tower/compound, he didn't realize that the team didn't know. He wore scent covering patches. He was happy they treated him like an equal and no one ever brought it up.

Maybe he should of questioned it as the team would joke around and sometimes ask him if he was seeing an Omega when they would get faint whiffs of Omega slick.[Not realizing it was Peter himself]

Maybe after getting back from patrol, he was complaining about his back hurting. Maybe he stretches and pops/cracks his back and let's out a typical chirp that omegas do.

The team in the kitchen freezes and stares at Peter. And once Peter goes to his room. They call Tony up from the lab.

" Peter is an Omega?"

Tony freezes. Stares at them and thinks back. He knew in the beginning he kept it quite but surely it had come out. Peter has been living with them for almost a year now.

Now the team is questioning all the little "quirky" moments they had while interacting with Peter. They should of realized.

[starker-sorbet]

Mates Tony and Peter going to the maternity clinic for Peter's latest ultrasound to see their unborn pup.

@fluffbruary 2024 day 1 : downy | clinic | nuance

[barnesify]

enchanted ୨୧ winterspider abo

author’s note; this took about two months of procrastination and here we are. please let me know if you would like a part two to this, because i have several ideas!

“walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when i saw your face. all i can say is it was enchanting to meet you.”

read on ao3!

These dances always made Bucky itch with annoyance. As the Rogers bodyguard, his only role was to stand on the sidelines and watch the attendees dance and flirt and flutter among the ballroom.

The ballroom always became hot and crowded with the endless amount of people, especially all the big flouncy dresses the many omegas were wearing. It caused Bucky’s brow to sweat and his 3 piece suit that King Rogers had insisted his guard wear to become tight.

Bucky was the King’s most valuable asset, what with Bucky’s trained hand and ability. He had become close with the King, not unprofessional, almost like brothers of some sort. He knew a lot about the evening he had planned for tonight.

Like the fact that King Stark would come from afar to sign a peace treaty.

That’s what the entire ball was about. Though King Rogers loved to host dances and celebrations, this one was of actual importance to their kingdom’s safety.

Another thing he had heard on goers and servants whisper about before was not just King Stark, but his omega son, Peter. Bucky had rolled his eyes. What was so important about this kid? Yes, he was a princess, but it’s not like he hung the moon in the sky or anything.

He almost had to stop himself from snorting when someone mentioned him being able to talk to animals or the fact that he always smelled of roses. How ridiculous.

Bucky found himself in a comfortable stance as he surveyed the crowded ballroom. King Stark was seated next to King Rogers, and the two were chattering lively over goblets of expensive wine.

One thing about being a bodyguard is that after a short period of standing, your muscles begin to ache. Luckily, Bucky had been doing this for so long that his body had became used to the feeling. Though, his body became antsy. The worst part about being a young alpha is the fact that you’re never really tired. Always on the lookout for predators, always wondering when your next meal will be, always…

Bucky straightened back up and caught a glance at Clint, the other bodyguard that he worked closely with. Clint gave him a raised brow, before Bucky simply shrugged and leaned over to whisper (Though the ball was rowdy enough that whispering wasn’t really necessary,) “I’m going to go freshen up. You good here?”

Clint rolled his eyes but simply nodded. “Don’t let His Highness catch you out of your station.”

Bucky sighed but walked forward anyway. He just needed to use the bathroom for a moment. Wipe his face, splash some water. The evening had only just begun.

As Bucky began his way across the ball, he uncharacteristically halted to a stop when he noticed someone in the crowd. A man— no, a boy. Or maybe a young man in the crowd. Bucky immediately noticed that he was an omega. Not that male omegas weren’t normal, they just weren’t horribly common.

Then, one after the other, he noticed things. First, he noticed how the boy was talking to someone. An alpha, Bucky noted, senses slightly heightened. The omega seemed to be smiling, albeit a little too wide to be comfortable with a drink in his hand. Second, his dress was smaller. Still to his ankles, but not as big and poofy as many of the omegas here were wearing. Last, the omega had fixated his gaze off the whoever-the-fuck alpha and on him.

Like a siren, Bucky drifted deeper into the crowd.

“Have we met?” The boy smiled once Bucky was close enough to hear him. He was gorgeous, Bucky thought to himself.

The alpha looked, dumbfounded, at this little omega. He must have only been around 5’4, and with Bucky standing at a whopping 6’2, he practically craned over the little thing.

Bucky anxiously scratched at his scent patch, a mandatory setback with working at the palace. His alpha hormones could go out of wack with how many people he worked with on a day to day basis.

The boy eyed the patch and if he cared, he didn’t show it. Instead he blinked and tilted his head to wait for an answer.

Bucky gulped and shook his head quickly. “I believe we have not,” He said and bowed, “You’re not apart of my King’s court. I would know. That’s why I…” Noticed you.

The brown haired omega (Bucky just registered that he was brunette) simply giggled and held out his hand. “Since you’re all knowing, I’d expect that you know how to dance?”

In a perfect reality, Bucky would be an amazing dancer and he would show off his skills to this wonderful little omega that the gods had blessed him with tonight. Unfortunately, the world wasn’t perfect.

“I do,” Bucky lied, “But not very well.” He said with a hint of truth.

“It’s fun.” The boy said, “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.”

Bucky took the omega’s hand with a surge of that built in alpha confidence and even though Bucky had two left feet, he let himself go and followed along with the boy’s steps. Within the couple of minutes that the song took, Bucky studied his features.

Fluffy brown curls that fell past his chocolate brown eyes. Pale skin with little dotted freckles along his cheeks. Pink lips. Long lashes. Button nose. A faint smell of flowers.

“You never told me your name.” Bucky said as he leaned down to kiss the back of the boy’s hand.

“You never told me yours either.” The omega giggled softly. “It is impolite though.. my name’s—“

A loud voice boomed throughout the crowd. “Peter Benjamin Stark!” Everyone fell silent and the orchestra paused their music.

The omega.. (Peter?) turned to look in the direction of the voice, his scent switching from calm to annoyed in a millisecond.

King Rogers caught Bucky’s eye and the alpha flushed embarrassedly.

King Stark made his way through the crowd with something quite shiny in his hand. He then rolled his eyes at the still crowd. “As you were. This is between me and my son.”

The lump in Bucky’s throat didn’t leave as Peter dropped his hand and turned to face his father. This omega was King Stark’s son? He couldn’t believe it. Him, a bodyguard, had danced with a member of the royal family. King Rogers would fire him without fail.

“How many times have I told you to wear your crown in public, Peter?” Bucky could see now that King Stark was holding Peter’s dainty little crown. The thing was adorned with the finest jewels and Bucky realized that it was probably worth more than his own life.

“But daddy, I—“

“How many times?” King Stark’s voice was stern but still fond. Fatherly.

“A lot.” Peter frowned and hung his head embarrassedly. He took the crown from the man’s hand and shoved it on top of his curls clumsily.

Bucky had the urge to fix it for him but he realized that that would be crossing several lines, even for him.

“People need to know of your importance, Peter. Imagine if someone accidentally bumped into you? They would have no clue who they were hurting. I should not have to lecture you in front of two hundred people, and in front of King Rogers’ court,” He gently placed his hands on Peter’s arms and sighed, “Seeing as we’ll be staying here in the palace for the week, we must make a good impression. You must be on your best—“

Peter cut him off and finished his sentence. “Behavior. Yes, I know, dad.”

“Now, who’s this?” King Stark turned to Bucky.

Bucky realized that he had been standing idly for the entire conversation. He swallowed and bowed to the King swiftly, sweating slightly. This could be the end of his job. Or his life. Same thing.

“Oh!” Peter bursted excitedly, turning to look at Bucky before looking at Tony once more. “This is—“ He cut himself off before frowning. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name. What’s your name?”

“Sergeant James Barnes, your Highness. King Rogers’ bodyguard. I am so sorry if I did anything to offend your status or crown. I didn’t know that Peter— Princess Peter was your son.” Still bowing, Tony looked down at the man.

“You may stand. Peter. Did he hurt you?”

“N—no, daddy! We just danced, you do this every time!” Peter groaned and shook his head wildly.

“Just looking out for you, pet. Come, let’s not make a fool of ourselves on the dance floor. James, please, follow. I’m sure King Rogers will have a lot to deal with considering you were out of your station.”

King Rogers had told King Stark that he would like to have a conversation between the four of them in private, which meant that it was another two agonizing hours of standing, watching, waiting. Feeling bile in his throat at the idea of losing his job.

Worst of all, Peter was not allowed to dance for the rest of the night. He sat next to his father, looking pretty but utmostly bored. Bucky felt a twang of sympathy and guilt in his chest.

and two hours later— finally, finally, the ball was over. People were leaving, guests were bidding the Kings goodnight.

Bucky was shaking with anxiety.

Clint patted his back as they walked back into the common room where the Kings and Peter had resided. “It’s alright, man. I’m sure it’ll just be a strict talking to.”

Bucky wasn’t quite as sure as Clint.

[dolores-20]

Once upon a time, in a world where superheroes and villains roamed the streets, there lived a young Omega named Peter Parker. Peter had always been drawn to adventure and heroism, using his incredible powers to protect the innocent.

One fateful day, Peter crossed paths with a proud Alpha named Tony. Tony was a strong and confident individual, dedicated to keeping the city safe. As they fought side by side, a deep connection formed between them, one that went beyond their roles as hero and ally.

As their relationship blossomed, Peter and Anthony explored the complexities of their dynamic. They cherished tender moments together, finding solace and comfort in each other's arms. Their love grew stronger with each passing day.

But their story took an unexpected turn when Peter discovered he was pregnant. As an Omega, he never expected to become a mom, but he embraced this new chapter with courage and determination. Peter and Tony faced the challenges of parenthood together, supporting each other every step of the way.

When the time came to take their child, Harley, to daycare for the first time, Peter and Tony felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. They watched as their little one embarked on their own journey, growing and discovering the world around them.

As Harley grew older, they developed into a strong and protective Alpha. They always stood by their Omega parent, ensuring their safety and happiness. Peter and Tony were proud of the person Harley had become, but they also had to navigate the challenges of letting go and allowing their child to forge their own path.

One day, Harley introduced their new boyfriend to Peter and Tony. As concerned parents, they expressed their worries and concerns, wanting to ensure Harley's well-being. But they also recognized the importance of supporting their child's happiness and growth.

Through emotional scenes and heartfelt conversations, Peter, Tony, and Harley learned to navigate the complexities of their relationships. They experienced growth, reconciliation, and the power of unconditional love.

In the end, their story was a testament to the strength of family bonds and the beauty of embracing the unexpected. It was a tale of love, adventure, and the power of a parent's unwavering support.

[of-house-atreides]

Across the Spider-Verse fic in which Miguel’s universe is A/B/O and he’s an Alpha and when Peter arrives in his universe he starts presenting as an omega because he’s his true mate.

[khalixascorner]

Another lovely commission by @sausageg for my fic A Debt Paid In Soul. The fic is NFF so proceed with caution if you choose to read it.

Link to work here

[sayashade]

When it comes to Spideypool omegaverse fics, Alpha!Peter >>>>> Alpha!Wade

[sincericida]

Andrew Garfield and human sunshine personified Ke Huy Quan inside the 95th Oscars!

AWWW THEY LOOK SO GOOD ❤️

[atrwriting]

bffs -- alpha!peter parker x omega!reader

hi everyone :) I know this is different than what I usually write, but like I had to lol. you'll see just trust me

as always, warnings: filthy unapologetic smut, alpha x omega relations, unprotected sex (wrap it y'all), dom!peter, sex between friends

anyways...

your heat had come.

you knew it. for days, you knew it would come. there was nothing you could do to prevent such a violent attack on your senses, mind, and body — especially since there was no alpha that you would or could think to call to help you for a couple of days.

that type of… agreement required a lot of things. one, you had to be able to trust the alpha. they would have to be able to hold back their own urges to not injure you or claim you, and they would have to understand that this was an arrangement — not a relationship. that agreement also factored in how you would basically be bedridden and useless for a few days, needed to be absolutely coked out on oxytocin, and needed to be reminded to eat and drink for a few days. there were no alphas that came to mind when going over all of these requirements in your head.

well… that’s a lie, if you’re being frank with yourself.

there was one.

there was one, but he was off limits. completely off limits.

peter parker.

peter parker was your best friend, all throughout college. you studied different things, but had a few core classes together. that led to you staying close all throughout college and post grad. you weren’t exactly sure why you had hit it off so well, given the fact that he could be a bit goofy at times, always ran off to do something secretive, and was still in love with an ex that he wouldn’t cough up the name to. you didn’t even really understand how he could be an alpha — he could be quite nervous and not confident with his thought process or actions, but you surmised that made him more agreeable to be friends with. he didn’t have an ego, even though he was an impressive individual, and that’s why you admired him.

however, when you did think about him as an alpha… that was when the lines of friendship were crossed. all you could think about were the state of his eyes looked when he was focusing on something he deemed worthy of his attention. they would darken, and he would not tear himself away from the task until it was completed. before he was satisfied, there was a permanent crease on his forehead and between his brow. his lips would part slightly, and every so often his tongue would drag across his lips before his teeth tugged his bottom lip into his mouth. when he especially got frustrated with a task, he would do all of those things at once while he would lean back in his chair and deeply sigh. his impressive chest and arm muscles would be taut and on full display as he dragged his large, open hands throughout his hair and closed his eyes for a moment. you weren’t sure what was going on between those closed eyes in his brief moment of relief, but when they opened… nothing could stop peter parker.

fuck, you thought. i have to stop.

just thinking about peter like that made something twist and turn in your abdomen. part of you knew you were pathetic by how creepy and easy it was to rile you up if peter working was what got you, but you couldn’t care — not in this state.

that was when your phone buzzed.

annoyed, you grabbed your phone and the screen illuminated.

peter: still on for today?

fuck, you thought.

you: can’t. i’m sorry. something came up.

three dots appeared, and then disappeared. you immediately felt bad for cancelling on such short notice, especially to someone as sweet as peter. you hoped he wasn’t upset or angry with you. the three dots, signaling he was typing, then reappeared.

peter: you okay? what’s up?

fuck, fuck, fuck. you were and always strived to be punctual and considerate, and he knew that. he knew you would never cancel on him unless something was wrong. damn you for being such a good person, and damn parker for being so perceptive and an even better person. fucking christ…

you: i don’t feel well today. i’m really sorry

peter: no worries, feel better :)

you sent a quick thank you before clicking your phone off and rolling back into bed. you wrapped yourself in the covers, the shape resembling a burrito, and tried to sleep the best you could. the air conditioner was blasting as high as it could and the sheets were cool and crisp against your skin. your heat was not at its peak, thankfully, and because of that you were able to find some sleep for the next few hours.

that is… until you woke up.

to a fucking knock at the door.

startled, you ripped the covers off of you and whipped your head towards the door of your studio apartment. there was a person outside, as you could see from the shadow of two feet underneath the door. the person was whistling a tune you had heard before, and only one person usually whistled it…

fucking peter.

you adjusted your shorts and cropped shirt before hopping out of bed. you hadn’t smelled him yet, so you thought you would be able to handle a small interaction with him before politely kicking him out.

you opened the door, and immediately regretted the decision.

there stood peter with a small smile on his face, and food in hand. he was clad in a flannel, dark shirt and jeans, and thick boots made for walking in the city. his hair was perfectly tousled back, and his attractive face was on full display.

as was how delicious he smelled.

“fuck —!” you gasped, rolling away from the door to hide from the doorway’s view. you pressed yourself against a wall in your apartment. “peter — you shouldn’t —“

“what’s wrong?” he asked, immediately stepping into your apartment and in front of you.

god… he must’ve thought you looked so pathetic. there was a light sheen of sweat on your skin, skimpy pajamas, and your styled hair was ruffled from last night’s sleep. you were breathing quickly, with any part of your body you could manage pressed against the cool drywall.

he hurriedly placed down the food on a neighboring counter, and stepped towards you. “sweetheart, are you —“

“don’t,” you snapped sadly. “yes.”

“did you call anyone?” he asked, almost accusatory.

you shook your head as your body trembled.

“it’s dangerous not to,” he curtly reminded.

“i know, i know… ” you whispered softly.

“what can i —“ he began, not really sure knowing how to continue. “can i help with anything?”

you shook your head. “peter — you have to go — you smell so good and it’s — it hurts so bad, peter.”

the pain of desire and arousal spread from your core, to your womb, to your chest, and every single one of your limbs. you felt the top layer of your skin begin to buzz, and you whined at the feeling. you tried not to breathe through your nose, because when you did… every single muscle fiber in your body was screaming at you to reach for peter and ask him to help.

but your feet remained planted… just barely.

peter’s jaw clenched as his eyes drifted up and down your body. “...you smell good, too.”

your eyes immediately flicked up to his face, your expression wild. “don’t imply anything like that to me in this state. i have no control, and i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, peter — you’re my friend. please, peter, you should —“

“who said you were making me uncomfortable?” he took a small step towards you once more.

you stared into his eyes.

they were dark.

they were dark, and focused... just how you liked them.

you whined in pain, trying to mask it as a hum but failed.

“the question is...” he began. “am i making you uncomfortable?”

you tried to control of your labored breathing, but it was difficult when his scent invaded every single one of your senses. “no, peter, but —“

“would you want this,” he gestured his hand between the two of you, “if you weren’t in heat?”

you couldn’t stop yourself. you nodded in agreement, and looked down to the floor in shame. tears began to leak from your eyes at the pain that sent shockwaves all throughout your body. it was growing more and more difficult to remain upright.

“then what’s the problem, sweetheart?” he asked in his new york drawl. “you want me to take care of you?”

“fuck…” you seethed, his words scratching at every itch you had in your body. “you can’t say th-things like that, peter…”

“why not?” he asked, feigning innocence. “want me to stop?”

you didn’t answer.

he took one more step, and you could’ve crumbled then and there. “or do you want me to keep going?”

you sobbed, “i do.”

part of you thought that was all of the permission he needed to jump your bones, but he didn’t. he remained in his place, before he asked you another question.

“tell me what you’re worried about before we do that,” he ordered softly.

the command made your knees buckle, but you stayed standing as you sucked in sharp breaths of air. you wiped at your tears, trying to hold onto whatever sense you still possessed. “i don’t want to mess up our friendship — and i don’t even know if you would want this if i wasn’t like this —“

“baby, i’ve wanted you for a long time,” he answered lowly. his eyes were dark as he folded his lip into his mouth, licking the skin. “we can talk about it after, i promise, but right now… sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

something broke within you, and your knees buckled. “oh, peter…”

peter’s quick reflexes caused him to catch you before you fell, and he immediately pulled you up. you felt like you were floating then, finally in the arms of an alpha that seemed trustworthy. you felt his strong hand gently press against the base of your skull, and nudge you slightly into the crook of his neck. immediately, his scent hit you.

it felt like you were provided the sustenance you needed to at least be present in the moment once more. your heat had almost caused you to pass out, but being able to smell and lick at peter’s scent glands woke you up enough so that you were able to be aware of your surroundings and give into the carnal urge of taking the pleasure offered. peter held you upright and let out soft moans as you scented him, rubbing your back as you continued.

“fuck, you smell — that feels so good,” he rasped, his voice lowering. “so sweet.”

suddenly, peter’s fingers on the back of your neck tightened around your strands of hair and lifted your head back slightly. you broke from his skin with a gasp, saddened to have been taking away from the comfort you were provided, but then… it was peter’s turn.

he lowered his head to your scent glands and began sucking on the skin. you threw your head back into his hand and moaned into the open air above your head. you couldn’t see peter in your peripheral, but you knew his eyes were closed with a firm crease between his brow as his lips formed the perfect position to suck at your sweet and supple skin. the pressure was hard, and it hurt, but it was so fucking welcome. the electric shocks of pain were gone, and now were replaced with mind-numbing lust that made you selfish. you knew he would want some time scenting you as well, but you couldn’t let him. you needed him now.

“please, peter,” you whined. “i need you now, please…”

he chuckled against your skin, and pressed his flat tongue on the base of your neck and dragged it all the way up to your jaw. you gasped at the sensation before he planted a wet kiss by your ear. “you’re going to tell the alpha what to do, sweetheart, that it?”

you almost would’ve giggled and been playful back if you weren’t so consumed with desire. “i’m begging you, peter — please do something. it hurts so bad.”

“oh, you needy little thing…” he cooed before a heavy, large hand slipped its way into your shorts. “in these tiny little shorts…”

when peter finally slipped in fingers along your folds, you jumped in his hold. he chuckled darkly against your earlobe, which immediately melted you against him. you were putty to him then — a lust-numb omega who would do anything for him to make her feel good.

“so wet for me,” he rasped. “i was so mad at you when you told me you didn’t call someone — didn’t call me —“

“i’m sorry…” you whined. “please don’t stop…”

“oh, sweetheart, you feel so good i don’t think i could,” he spoke lowly. “you were so wrong not to call, but a pretty and needy thing like you doesn’t to deserve to be in pain like this, does she?”

you shook your head pathetically, tears coming to your eyes. “no, peter — please take the pain away.”

“i know, baby, i know…” he rasped once more as the pads of his middle and ring finger flattened against your bud, drawing rough circles. “you going to be good for me, now? tell me what you need?”

you pushed against his hand that held your head upright as the pleasure of his movements filled your womb with an intense feeling of warmth. you began to tremble in his arms, letting out small, pleased sighs… but you had ignored his question, and peter didn’t like that.

he slipped his hand away from your clit, and began to stroke the outside, drenched lips of your core.

“peter…” you begged in frustration, turning your head to look at him. you had never seen his eyes so fucking dark and focused — and full of desire. “peter — you promised.”

he laughed darkly. “i’ll keep my promise, if you promise to be good for me.”

“i’ll be so good for you,” you practically whined, eyes going wide and lips parting. “i promise i’ll be good for you, peter… i promise i won’t upset you again.”

“good fucking girl.”

immediately, he shoved his two fingers inside your entrance and pressed his thumb against your clit. before you could react, his mouth was on yours and stifled the moans that left your pretty lips. he shoved his tongue in your mouth, and the feeling of being so full made you whine in pleasure passed his lips. he swallowed your moans whole as he dragged the soda of his fingers in rough circles around your bud.

“oh, alpha…” you cried into him. “i needed this so badly. please keep going, please…”

“still don’t trust me?” he chuckled, slipping in his tongue to tangle with you. “trust your alpha, baby, i got you.”

...and trust you did.

peter immediately let go of you so he could lift you up by the back of your thighs. the pads of his finger dig deliciously into your flesh and the warmth of his body pressed so tightly against yours provided you so much comfort. you began to suck at his neck as he had done to yours, and a deep rumble sounded within his rib cage.

he was fast as he went for your bed, laying you down on the edge. you went to raise yourself and reach for him, but he wouldn’t allow it. with a smirk, he ordered you back down on the bed. begrudgingly, you pouted and laid back down.

peter took his time taking off his clothes, layer by layer, as he gazed down at you. a small circle of slick was collected by your shorts, embarrassment rising to your cheeks. you bit your lip as you gazed at his bare upper body. for a nerd, peter’s thick muscles were some of the most mouth-watering things you had ever seen. his shoulders, his traps, his biceps, his forearms — he was killing you as you stared at him, not allowing you to touch him.

maintaining eye contact, he fell to his knees on the floor. he was face to face with your clothed cunt and open thighs, but his eyes were on you. only you.

“don’t take your eyes off me, sweetheart,” he ordered. “do that for me?”

you nodded meekly.

he spread your folds so that nothing was standing in the way of him and your clit. almost immediately, his thick, wet tongue was working at where you were most sensitive. it was growing harder and harder to keep your eyes open and not throw your head back, lost in pleasure, but you kept your promise to him. you had folded your lips underneath each other to keep yourself upright and tamed, but you did what he asked.

what got you the most, though… was the fact that peter parker looked lost in a dream-like state as he ate you out. his eyes drifted closed and there was no crease in his forehead as tongue made the sweetest movements against your clit. one of his strong hands held one of your thighs in place, preventing you from moving either, when his other hand lifted up. he slid two fingers easily into you, and immediately started curling them and pressing them upwards into the wall inside you.

“oh my —“ your voice cracked as your eyes threatened to close. “god — christ — peter —“

you were barely making sense at this point. your hips were trying to roll against peter, but he held you down and in place. eventually, he pressed a flat hand against your lower abdomen and you thought you saw fucking stars. immediately… you threw your head back against the bed in defeat, writhing and on the verge of crying.

“hey,” he immediately snapped, taking his tongue off of you and rising so he was bent over you. “what did i say?”

with a whimper, you raised yourself to your elbows and looked at him shamefully. “to keep my eyes on you.”

his movements were halted, but his hand on your stomach felt so good as his fingers inside of you were still pressed against your upper wall and frozen in place. “was goin’ to be nice, but now i don’t think i am.”

he gave you a wet and sloppy kiss, but almost immediately withdrew as he kept his face inches from yours. you reached for his neck, holding the back of his head like he had held yours by the front door.

“please,” you whimpered. “i’m sorry… when you put your fingers inside me, and pressed down on my stomach… it just felt so good. please, don’t stop —“

you were on the verge of sobbing as he dangled what you wanted in front of your face. a smirk crept up onto his face, and you knew you were in for it. “felt too good for you, baby, that it?”

“i didn’t want it to stop,” you whimpered again, bucking your hips against his hand. “peter…”

“since you didn’t want to listen,” he began, slowly moving his fingers inside you once more. hummed in enjoyment, but kept your gaze on his face. “you only get my fingers for now. eye contact, or i take them away and leave. got it?”

“yes, yes.” you nodded frantically, twisting the ends of his hair in your fingers. “please, i’ll listen now.”

that was until his fingers started moving faster and harder.

his lips were mere inches from yours, but you were scared that if you kissed him that would obstruct your line of sight from his. you kept your distance, even though it was three inches, and tried your best to listen to him as peter absolutely wrecked the inside of you.

the sounds that left your lips were so fucking pathetic that it brought a deep blush to the tips of your cheeks. your womb felt like it was coming to life as peter worked and worked your sweetest and deepest parts, while pressing down on your stomach which only heightened the sensations.

“it feels so good…” you whined, tears feeling like they were going to spring from your eyes. “feels so good i could cry.”

“take it for me, baby,” he hoarsely said, eyes the darkest you had ever seen them. “show your alpha what a good girl you can be.”

he slipped a third finger in, and you were fucking gone.

he stretched you painfully and perfectly that you couldn’t stop the tear or two that leaked from your eye. your throat went hoarse with the pleasured gasps and sounds you were making, but your eyes never left peter’s unless it was to blink away the tears.

“that good, baby?” he taunted with a smirk. “making you feel that good?”

you hummed in approval, nodding pathetically. sobs left your lips as your nerve endings felt like they were shooting lightning. peter was fucking you with his hand like his life depended on it — like your life depended on it. your hips were struggling to writhe under the weight of his palm and all you could do was tell the man before you how good he was making you feel. his smirk and the lust in his eyes grew before his thumb began to draw circles on your clit.

you saw white.

you couldn’t help it — you had to close your eyes. nothing could stop them from slamming shut as your orgasm overtook your mind, body, senses, fucking everything as it flooded through your veins, warming every part of your being. it was warm, it was comforting, and it was fucking everything to you in that moment. you pressed your forehead against peter’s and just fucking sobbed.

“that’s it, baby,” he cooed. “that’s it.”

you whined in approval at his words and how his movements did not stop as you rode out your orgasm.

“such a good girl, taking everything i give you…” he pressed a wet kiss to the side of your face. “i know, sweetheart, i know… just keep cumming for me.”

you were shaking as you rode out their last wave of your orgasm before you smashed your lips to peter’s. it was sloppy, the way your tongues tangled with each other. his fingers still played gently inside of you as you shivered, moving away from his hands.

“you sensitive, baby?” he laughed. “can’t take it?”

your teeth sank into your lip as you shook your head. “need your cock, peter. please.”

he immediately straightened and stood up. you were sat on the bed, arms fully locked and extended behind you, with your knees bent and feet planted on either side of the bed. your pussy was drenched with your own juices, leaking down into the once perfectly clean sheets. your cheeks blushed as you gazed up at the man before you through your thick lashes.

“greedy girl,” he stated lowly, returning your gaze. you watched his long fingers unlatch his belt before you helped him pull his pants and boxers down. “your hips were fighting me so badly, baby. what? you wanna get on top?”

part of you was taken by surprise. it was common among omegas and alphas to fuck in missionary or from behind, and you were expecting that. however, part of you grew excited at the thought of having control and being able to take whatever you wanted. you smirked up at the man.

“can i?” you asked innocently. “want to feel you as deep as possible.”

he chuckled darkly before he laid back against your headboard. it was mesmerizing to see peter parker, the most accomplished man on this planet, smirk at you with such confidence. you wasted no time in swinging a leg over his hips and rushed to have him inside you.

you positioned him at your entrance, and immediately sank downwards.

if you had gone slower, the pain may have dissipated, but you needed that stretch as you lowered yourself. there was something to fucking erotic about the man below you being so big that even after being fucked by his three fingers, drenching you, you still craved that bittersweet sensation of being too small for him.

and he felt it, too.

“pussy still so tight for me,” he rasped. “you’re too good for me, aren’t you?”

you giggled at him before you began to roll your hips against him. the tip of his cock was pressed against a spot inside you that you could never dream of reaching, and it was something electrifying. it sent shivers up and down your spine, and all you could think about was how much you loved him buried inside of you.

suddenly, he sent a small slap on your ass. you gasped, and began to move faster and rougher against him.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” he grunted, hands now resting on your waist as he rolled your lower body with his. he pumped his hips upwards to meet yours, and those small whimpers began to leave your lips once again. “that’s more like it, baby. i know what that pussy needs.”

this entire time, peter had been focused on what your heat-dazed mind and body needed… and you couldn’t have cared less about what he needed. you didn’t even listen to him before, for chrissakes… you needed to be better — and you knew just the thing.

you planted one hand in front of you on his pelvis, and reached the other behind you to cup his balls. they were heavy in your hand, and your core tightened at the sensation. he let out one of the loudest and surprised moans you had ever heard in your life. it was music to your ears, and sent sparks right to your pussy. you clenched around him as he threw his head back, closing his eyes and scrunching his brow together as his lips parted in ecstasy. you rolled your hand and your hips at the same time and threw your head back. moans and whines were leaving your lips like no one could hear you, like there was no one in the world besides you and peter.

suddenly, peter pulled you towards him so you were practically pressed front to front. you continued to smash your hips with his and roll his balls in your hand as your next orgasm quickly approached. his face was at level with your breasts, which he greedily accepted the view of. he brought one hand up to roll one of your nipples between his fingers, while he roughly sucked on the other. your senses went crazy then, and all you knew was to drive your hips up and down and front and back to ensure peter’s cock never left your pussy.

“your cock’s so big, alpha,” you whined. “makes me feel so good…”

“being such a good girl for me,” he groaned against your chest, breath hot on your skin. “your alpha’s so proud of you.”

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck —“ it was all growing too much, the pleasure. your head felt like you were swimming, and your hips were growing sloppy.

peter noticed immediately, smiling menacingly. “you got too greedy, hmm?” he threw you off of him, back flat on the bed, and you gasped in surprise. “need you to take my knot, baby. your pussy is just too good.”

he bent your thighs backwards, so your feet were in the air close to your head. immediately, he shoved his long and thick cock inside you. the head of his cock was red and angry, and you gasped as you watched it enter you and felt it press against your upper walls once more. peter planted two strong arms on either side of you as the veins in his arms made an appearance, looking more pronounced than ever. his hips were snapping against yours, and you lost all control at that moment.

“finish inside me, alpha,” you begged. “need your knot so badly.”

"oh, fuck —"

immediately, peter wrapped your hair around his fist and pulled you taut to him. you were clinging onto him for dear life — the very sustenance that he promised to give you and was giving to you tenfold. whiny, pathetic breaths and gasps were shoving past your lips and were music to peter's ears. he could practically hear, feel, taste, see, fucking sense your orgasm creeping up on you, holding you hostage. he needed to make you finish, he had to. he had to because you were in need, sure — but on some level, on some animalistic, carnal level — he needed to see you in a state of pure bliss for his own selfish need.

and he knew just what you needed.

peter immediately attached his lips to your scent glands on your neck and sucked as hard as he could. his hips drove themselves against yours, and he himself fell victim to the fall of immense pleasure. it blindfolded him and shoved him straightforward, backwards, sideways — he didn't know... he couldn't tell. all peter knew was that when he came as hard as he did, he felt his knot growing and latching itself inside you... and that's when he knew.

your tight, sopping wet pussy clenched around his knot and you came with a scream. every ounce of pain you had felt over the course of the day had left you. you were a stranger to it, any kind of pain. the only thing you knew was peter and his warm skin that felt so good against yours. your hips thrashed against his, unable to deal with the pleasure, but his strength held you down so you could not shy away from the immense relief you were so grateful for.

"good girl..." he growled. "such a good fucking girl..."

everything went black... but you knew you were safe. you were always safe with your best friend. 

---

the end. hehe

-L xo

[monster-cock69]

peter calling to tell tony he's pregnant but pepper picks up the phone instead and gives him a speech about how tony's finally gone back to her and is done with him

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay.....

But I love love love the idea of abo where

Where after Beta Sam introduces Alpha Bucky to his family in LA they end up back in NY.

Bucky asking Sam if he was gonna head back to DC or if he is gonna stick around...

And Sam goes " Well... I think I might end up here in New York still... I met an Omega a while back"

" that's great"

" Well, He said i was allowed to bring in an Alpha if I found one worthy....so do you wanna meet my mega and see if we could make this work?"

And thats how they end up in Queens at the apartment of one Peter Parker.

[starker-sorbet]

Omega mates Peter and Tony dealing with dual pregnancies due to having had their heats at the same time

[barnesify]

enchanted ୨୧ winterspider abo chapter 2

read on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49615612

Peter is sipping tea, curled up in an armchair a bit too big for his size as he waits carefully. His father is sitting next to him, stern eyes watching the door for Bucky’s arrival. King Rogers is pacing, glancing at his watch and then back down every few moments.

Bucky walks in, silent but articulate as he bows to the Kings and their presence. He knows that he’s in for a whole world of trouble if he doesn’t make it up to them. Thinking about the princess is one thing, but dancing with him? It’s nearly forbidden.

“Barnes,” King Rogers says, finally ending his pacing to turn and look at the young alpha.

Bucky gulps. He glances at Peter, who’s almost shy as he curls into the chair and takes another gentle sip from his tea.

“It seems that—“

Tony cuts Steve off, standing abruptly. He seems like he’s about to burst from anger. “This cannot be true. You have imprinted on my son?! What a disgrace! He has tens, hundreds of young men lining up to take his hand and you have ruined it all!”

Bucky shys away, lowering his head like a kicked puppy. He knows that. Peter is a once in a lifetime opportunity. An omega born from alpha blood is rare, but a male omega? It was no wonder that King Stark was so protective. He understands the King’s rage.

“He must be executed!” Tony yells again, and King Rogers lets out a disgruntled sound.

“Stark,” He begins, almost gentle. Steve knows that Tony’s alpha brain is kicking in. This is his son, after all. “Barnes is my best asset. He has done many great things for the Rogers kingdom. He has never slipped up like this before. And well… is your son in any danger? Any harm?”

Tony’s disposition falls for a moment. He turns, looking at his young omegan son. He’s beautiful, curled up, gazing over at the three men. His own crown has been retired to the table, his curls a mess, but his dress is still snug against his lithe frame. There isn’t a scratch on him. Tony knows that, but..

“A bodyguard dancing with a member of the royal family is highly inappropriate, Steven. You know this as well as I. And I mean, look at the brute. I wouldn’t be surprised if he would be able to tear any omega he sees in half.”

Bucky looks at Tony, hands clasped behind his back in respect. He’s itching to say something, to tell the Kings that it was an accident, that he had no idea that Peter was apart of the royal court.

Both of the Kings open their mouths to argue yet again, before a lovely little chirp fills the room.

“I like him.”

It takes Bucky a moment to realize that Peter has just spoken. He blinks, eyes wide. King Stark and King Rogers both turn to look at Peter, who’s now setting his cup of tea down.

“Oh, my angel. My bambino. You could not be serious. This… this alpha is not a prince. You could have anyone, anyone in the world. I will give you anything. You can’t..” Tony tries, stalking over to his young son. For the first time, Bucky can really smell him.

King Stark’s scent has now turned from anxious to protective. A wave of guilt hits Bucky.

“If I can have anyone, why not him?” Peter says again, soft brown eyes landing on Bucky himself.

The alpha blushes on contact, feeling himself get hot and red from the gaze of Peter. God, Peter. He really is such a gorgeous boy. He’s fit to rule a kingdom, after his father retires the crown. He’s beautiful, and wonderfully shy, but he voices his wants when they really matter and—

Bucky finds himself smiling, albeit discarding it when he notices that King Stark and King Rogers can see it too.

“Well, you see, Bambi, you are going to rule one day. And well… Mr. Barnes is not. It’s just how life works.”

Bucky feels a pang of hurt in his heart. But King Stark is right. Peter was born to rule, born to live with fame and fortune and riches of the highest kind. And Bucky was born to be a guard. To protect. He wasn’t born out of wealth, this he knew.

“I know that,” Peter says, undoubtedly wise despite his age. “It’s just..” The omega’s eyes flash back to Bucky and where he’s standing. Bucky realizes, in the dim light, that Peter’s eyes are filling with crystal tears. All of the alphas in the room are in a alignment at once, any omega whose tears threaten to fall can cause any alpha’s resolve to break. It’s a trick that Peter’s used on his father many times.

Steve doesn’t say anything, and Bucky steps forward only slightly, feeling his chest ache, but he watches as Tony leans down to sit with his son. Bucky watches. He notices their movements, how this is something they’ve done before, the way Peter curls up against him and cries. Crying? Over a dirty old alpha? Bucky almost feels flattered, but the sound of Peter’s weeping makes him more concerned than ever.

“Oh, angel. My beautiful heir to the throne.” Tony tsks and pets his head carefully. “I…. will see what I can do.”

It’s like Peter’s been programmed to cry on command, because as soon as Tony says it, his face lights up and the tears diminish immediately. “Oh, thank you, daddy!” He grins, utterly delighted now.

୨୧

The next day, Bucky is being assigned a new job. One that nothing could have ever prepared him for.

“Princess Peter Stark’s personal bodyguard.” He reads the parchment, gulping dryly.

“It’ll be fine, Buck. The Stark Kingdom is lovely. Plus, you’ll get to hang out with Peter Stark. I mean, it’s every dying man’s wish.”

Bucky grumbles absentmindedly at Clint’s teasing, signing his name carefully on the parchment. This job was the only way that King Stark would agree to let his and Peter’s relationship ever get to see the light of day.

“Hey, don’t forget me while you’re gone.”

“How could I forget with all your incessant babbling?” Bucky bites back, but it’s all in good fun.

He’s packing his bags, now, only having a couple of clothes for downtime, but the rest are being provided by the king. There’s a pool of anxiety swirling at the bottom of his stomach. Without Steve there to calm the storm, who knows what Tony will do to him?

[dolores-20]

Custom prompt

as he bustles around the kitchen, preparing their traditional Christmas Eve dinner. Morgan, their little miracle, is sleeping soundly in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. Harley is sitting on the floor, playing with his toys and occasionally looking up at his mother with a bright smile.

Peter can't believe how lucky he is. He never thought he would have a family of his own, let alone a loving husband and two amazing children. He gently rubs his growing belly, feeling the kicks of his daughter, and can't help but smile at the thought of their future together.

"Hey sweetheart, the turkey smells amazing," Tony says, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist and resting his head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, honey," Peter responds, leaning back into Tony's embrace. "I can't believe it's already Christmas Eve. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating Harley's first Christmas."

"I know, time flies," Tony says, kissing Peter's neck. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when he opens his presents tomorrow morning."

"I know, he's been counting down the days," Peter chuckles.

As they finish setting the table, Harley jumps up and down with excitement. "Is it time to eat yet?" he asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Not quite, buddy. We have to wait for Grandpa and Grandma to get here," Tony explains.

Harley pouts for a moment, but his spirits are quickly lifted when the doorbell rings. He runs to answer it, eager to see his grandparents. Peter and Tony exchange a knowing look and follow their son into the living room.

"Merry Christmas Eve, Grandpa and Grandma!" Harley shouts, hugging his grandparents tightly.

"Merry Christmas, my boy," Steve Rogers says, ruffling Harley's hair. "You're getting so big."

"Hello, my little love," Natasha Romanoff says, giving Harley a kiss on the cheek. "We missed you."

"I missed you too, Grandma and Grandpa," Harley grins.

The rest of the evening is filled with laughter and love as they enjoy their dinner together. Peter can't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude as he looks around the table at his family. He's grateful for every moment he gets to spend with them, and he knows that this Christmas will be one to remember.

As they finish their meal, Tony suggests they open one present each before heading to bed. Harley's eyes light up at the idea and he eagerly grabs a gift from under the tree.

"Open it, open it!" he says, bouncing on his seat.

Peter and Tony exchange a look before giving their son the go-ahead. Harley tears open the wrapping paper to reveal a brand new toy robot.

"Wow, thank you, Mom and Dad!" Harley exclaims, hugging them both.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Tony says, his eyes full of love.

After the presents are opened and the dishes are cleaned up, Harley falls asleep in Tony's arms, exhausted from the excitement of the day. Peter and Tony tuck him into bed before heading to their own room.

As they lay in bed, Peter rests his head on Tony's chest and listens to the sound of his husband's heartbeat. He feels content and happy, knowing that he has everything he could ever want right here in his arms.

"Thank you for the best Christmas Eve ever," Peter whispers, placing a kiss on Tony's chest.

"Anything for you, my love," Tony responds, wrapping his arms around Peter and pulling him closer. "Merry Christmas, Peter."

"Merry Christmas, Tony," Peter says, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

I know I'm late with this post I'm sorry

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any Preggo!Stiles fics? (Cause I swear I read them all).

Hi @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers! I hope some of these are new to you.

You Smell Off. by Maria (Queenofcarnage)

(1/1 I 113 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles smells, well off.

Not there yet by BlindBunny

(1/1 I 551 I General I Steter)

A caring Peter and a very pregnant Stiles being cute and shit

Don't you forget about me by Anonymous

(1/1 I 2,100 I Mature I Steter)

The one where Stiles forgets

In the Family Way by A Devil Like You (ShootToWin)

(1/1 I 3,924 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek brushes their noses together when he pulls away and cleans Isaac with broad, long strokes of his tongue before pulling the boy close by the softness of his smooth, little ass. “Your mama needs to be stretched, we need to make room for the new baby to come. Could you help?”

Monday I can Fall Apart but by Friday I’m in Love by tryslora 

(1/1 I 5,609 I Mature I Sterek)

It's just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can't get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he's too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

I Think You're Something I Can't Have by sweetbutterbliss

(1/1 I 7,884 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek never thought he'd ever get the opportunity to be a dad, but now Stiles is telling him that he's pregnant. He wants the best for Stiles, and surely that doesn't involve having a baby at 22. With Derek, of all people.

Add Another to Our Brood by modestfuckup

(1/1 I 7,950 I General I Sterek)

“Sorry, I got a little sick and big man here threw a tantrum when I wouldn’t let him throw up too,” Derek thinks that that is strange. Stiles hadn’t said anything about feeling sick earlier, and even if he did Stiles only ever gets sick when he’s pregnant…

Oh.

Or the one where Stiles and Derek are in an airport with their pups, Stiles might be pregnant again, and Derek might be freaking out about it.

Through the Dark by WriteByNight

(11/35 I 93,401 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is down on his luck and out of money, just trying to finish his last year of college. Out of ideas, he goes to donate his sperm and meets Derek Hale, who is looking for a surrogate to carry his and his infertile girlfriend's baby. Stiles is instantly attracted to the alpha werewolf, but pushes his feelings to the side in order to fulfill Derek's dream for children.

Derek and Stiles grow close, but try to deny the feelings growing for one another because as soon as the pregnancy is over Stiles will have to give the baby over to Derek and Braeden, and walk out of their lives. However, the closer he gets to his due date, the harder it is to come to terms that he'll have to let go of the man he's come to love.

Bring my heart to heel by Heyokaooohshiny

(30/? I 126,991 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek Hale leaves Stiles bereft after a one-night stand. After exposing his heart to the older man, someone he trusted intrinsically to at least remain friends, Stiles finds himself unintentionally abandoned by the last person with which he had any hope. With nothing left to lose Stiles uses the cover of a school trip to run away from the pack. He finds out soon after that Derek left him with more than just painful memories. He meets a witch who becomes a much needed friend.

Settle Down by wearing_tearing, whatthehale

(19/9 I 153,890 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.

Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.

Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.