#omega peter parker

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay but Cinnamon roll omega Peter Parker who is normally so docile and kind and shy

Going absolutely feral, throwing punches at anyone verbally abusing his Alpha. And his Alpha just picks him up and carries him off.

[amaranthmori]

[greekgeek24]

[statisticalcats2]

When Peter presents as an omega, there's only one alpha he wants to spend his heat and life with. But he has to convince Tony that this is what he truly wants, that Tony's worthy of his affections and could never ruin him or what they have.

@pparkerbingo - O2: Begging

@tstarksbingospectacular - O1: A/B/O AU

[the-mad-starker]

Kinktober 01: Two Omegas, One Strap

Day 01 - Leather & Latex | Macro/Micro / Pegging

Summary:

Who says two omegas can't satisfy each other? No alpha has ever satisfied Tony like this and he wasn't even the one constantly being fucked.

Warnings: Omegaverse, Omega/Omega, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Top Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Switching, Strap-Ons, Dildos, Breeding, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Creampie, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Size Kink, knotting, pegging (kinda? 😂)

WC: 2851

(AO3 Link)

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People say that two omegas together won't work.

How can it when both omegas want to be fucked? And even if one does want to top, omega cocklets aren't satisfying to be fucked with. Even a beta cock would be more satisfying than the little thing between an omega's legs.

To those people, Tony thinks they're just not thinking outside of the box. That they lack imagination.

Because Tony has absolutely no problem fucking pretty omegas. And the one he has in his bed is the prettiest of them all. His lover. His mate.

Peter.

Peter in heat makes Tony's mouth water. It also makes his pussy throb, desperate to have the other omega's slim petite cock fucking him.

But that's for another time because, yes. Heat. Peter's in heat. It's not Tony's turn to be mounted, no, it's Peter's, and Tony has just the thing.

His Peter is a size queen but even more so when he's in heat.

His omega is on his knees, ass in the air. Legs parted, his dainty little cock hard but barely visible past the fat plump lips of his pussy. He's already dripping too, trails of wet slick making a sizable damp spot on Tony's sheets.

"Tony– Please, Tony… Don't tease this time, I can't–" Those lean thighs tremble and more slick drips. Peter's voice wobbles with need and his scent grows thick and sweet in the air.

Tony takes a breath and his hand trails down to the impressive toy cock between his legs. His own cocklet is nestled within, cushioned in a tight wet squeeze. He wraps his hand around the silicone toy, idly playing with it while also getting it wet with Peter's slick.

The toy is an impressive nine inches in length and the girth of it is especially satisfying. He's had this one used on him during his own heat and his and Peter's preference in size sync up. Two size queens but more than willing to switch places to get what they both want.

The straps that hold the dildo in place are snug around Tony's hips.

"Shh, baby boy," Tony comforts him as he caresses the trembling muscles of Peter's back.

He runs his hand from the nape of Peter's bowed neck down to the small of his back. His thumb rests on one of the cute dimples Peter has there before he slides it further down to squeeze that tempting ass of his.

"I need it," Peter whines, his ass swaying in the air as though his pretty cunt isn't already pushing Tony into a feral state.

"I know, sweetheart," Tony says before he lines up, rubbing the fat head of the toy where Peter's sopping wet and needy.

He teases a little, but really, he's just getting it a little wet.

It's during one of Peter's whines and wiggles that Tony lets him have it.

The toy slides in with some effort despite Peter being wet. It helps that Tony has a hand on his hip, guiding the younger omega back onto his cock.

Peter hasn't had something quite this big in a while and Tony's omega cocklet isn't enough to prepare him for the sheer size and girth of the toy.

"Ah!" Peter cries out, relief and shock in that one breathless moan.

Tony doesn't let him have a breather. Once he has the toy dildo inside his toy, Tony makes sure to give Peter what he wants.

The heat is setting in, right on time, as is Tony who starts up his fucking.

He takes his role as Peter's alpha very seriously no matter that he's an omega himself.

Each thrust has Peter's body shaking and each thrust gets smoother and smoother as slick coats the toy and Peter starts to loosen up. Soon, the omega melts into the bed, abandoning his position.

A swift smack to his ass has him crying out and Tony hauls him back onto his knees.

"Tony…!" Peter moans in protest. His fingers are reaching for one of their fluffy pillows, wanting something to hold as he's being fucked.

"Not yet, baby," Tony commands.

His hips snap forward, their bodies clapping together, a satisfying sound. The toy sinks into the hilt, and Peter whimpers, gasping around the pleasure.

Tony pauses there, catching his breath

His own pussy throbs at the emptiness but he's used to ignoring it during times like these. His sole focus is on the needy omega gripping his bedsheets.

With one hand, he parts the boy's cheeks and hums in approval at the sight of a dusky untouched hole and Peter's wet pussy stretched wide around Tony's toy cock.

"Pretty," he comments even as Peter huffs in complaint.

Tony gives him another reason to complain as he drags the toy out of its snug little home. This, too, takes some effort, as though Peter's body realizes it's losing its source of pleasure and is clinging to the toy desperately.

"Tony!" Peter whines, hips trying to push back but Tony's grip stops him.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, baby. I know you need it bad in this pretty pussy of yours," Tony assures him. "But we can't ignore your other hole, can we, hmm?"

The toy comes out drenched in slick, sopping wet with it. It's perfect for what he plans to do next.

When he presses the thick head to that dusky hole, Peter stills.

"Yeah…?" Tony encourages with a slight push. He watches as the tip sinks in just the slightest, Peter's asshole twitching at the pressure.

He knows that the kid had been desperate before falling into Tony's bed. He had caught Peter stuffing both holes with his fingers, alternating between his pussy and his ass with desperate whines of Tony's name.

His Peter… Such a desperate slut during his heat and outside of it too. Tony knows it isn't enough to fuck his pussy, he has to give equal attention to Peter's tight ass too.

"Please" Peter whispers, his hips still twitching and this time, Tony loosens his grip.

The tip pushes against Peter's hole, that dusky hole stretching against the fat head. It pops in and they both moan.

The fucking continues but Tony is more careful here. A few fingers of hasty finger fucking isn't enough to loosen Peter's ass for this monster cock.

And yet, his boy takes it wonderfully with some care.

Peter shudders through each inch being swallowed and Tony knows when that huge length brushes against that sweet bundle of nerves.

"Oh… Oh, God, yes…" Peter moans, head dropping. Tony wishes he could see him as the pleasure twists the features of that much beloved face.

"Yeah… Feels good doesn't it, omega mine?" Tony purrs as his pace starts to pick up.

Peter is so beautiful, so alluring, with a cock inside him, whether it's a toy or Tony's.

"Mm… good…. So goood…" Peter's words are starting to slur, a good indication that the heat is advancing and that Tony is keeping a good pace to satisfy it.

"Good, good…" Tony grins, his sharp omega fangs making the smile more feral looking.

The next time Peter melts onto the bed, Tony lets him.

He follows his omega down, his chest pressed up against Peter's sweaty back and he doesn't relent in his fucking.

Peter's making desperate, eager sounds. The change in position must be good because he's clutching that pillow tightly, his face turned to the side. His cheeks are a pretty pink, his wet lips gasping open. His eyes are squeezed shut, pretty tears gathering at the corners.

"I'm gonna… Ah… I'm gonna… wanna come…" Peter moans, his eyes sliding open just a sliver. Those teary eyes are glazed over in pleasure. "Tony, please… Make me come… Wanna come… on your… mm, fuck, wanna come on your cock… Tony, please…"

"Of course, sweetheart," Tony presses against him even tighter, making his thrusts deeper.

He focuses on hitting that sweet spot, taking pleasure with every drawn-out moan even when he feels that pulsing emptiness inside his own body.

He gets Peter there and pushes him right over. Peter comes with a trembling moan, his body locking in place as he shudders through his orgasm.

Tony stills, not wanting to overstimulate him.

When Peter's body relaxes, Tony pulls out and detaches the toy from the harness.

In comparison to the dildo, his omega cocklet is much too small. But that's never disappointed his partners.

Peter barely has time to lift his head when Tony goes back to fucking his pussy, but this time, he plunges in with his omega cock.

Tony's pussy still wants to be fucked, but his cock is surrounded by such easy wetness that he momentarily forgets the urge. It's warm and wet, Peter's pussy trying to squeeze down on the cocklet burying inside him.

"Oh…" Peter gasps, head falling back to the pillow.

Tony fucks him with fervor, focusing on all the wetness and heat surrounding his cock.

Tony may not be an alpha but he understands and enjoys this urge. The need to fuck and especially the need to fuck Peter.

He pushes himself up, knees over Peter's hips as he plows in and in. He pushes Peter's asscheeks together to give him more friction. He may have fucked Peter loose with the toy, but he can barely feel how loose Peter's gotten when they're like this.

"Mm… Mm…" Peter moans in complete abandon. "Fuck me– Tony… Oh, your cock feels so good… Love having your cock in me…"

"Yeah…?" Tony encourages, breathless. "You like my omega cock better than that alpha toy? I dunno, baby… Think you're just trying to stroke my ego here…"

He gives another forceful thrust, one that actually has Peter's body pushed up the bed.

"You don't need it," Peter huffs in breathless laughter. He's momentarily amused before pleasure has him moaning once more.

"Noo… " Peter refutes. He tightens up beautifully, his muscles squeezing down nicely on Tony's smaller omega cock. "Love your omega cock, Tony… Feels so nice… so warm…"

"Yeah? You like it when I'm fucking you raw, you mean?" Tony teases him. "Like it when I come inside you, filling you up with my come? Think you can get pregnant for me?"

"Oh…!" Peter gasps, always turned on by talk of Tony impregnating him, especially during his heat where the chance is the highest.

Subconsciously, his legs try to spread further apart but no, Tony isn't having it. He keeps Peter's legs pressed tight together so he can get the sweetest friction on his cocklet.

"I can do that…" Tony promises him, "You're in heat, after all… Perfect time to get knocked up…"

"Yeah…" Peter sounds dazed. "Do it, Tones, I need it…"

Tony leans down, tracing the bite mark on Peter's mating gland with his tongue.

"I know you do, sweetheart… I need it too…" Tony tells him in absolute truth. "So just lay there like a good omega and let me breed you up, alright, baby? You can do that for me, can't you?"

"Mm… Yeah, gonna… let you put a baby in me…" Peter is full heat now but he's a limp doll for Tony to use as he's being fucked.

He's leaving it all up to Tony, complete trust in his partner to take care of him.

And Tony does.

He keeps to his promise and fills Peter up with multiple loads. Each load Tony puts into his omega keeps him nice and wet, not that he needs it with how much he's slicking up.

He even manages to pop a baby knot, a nice surprise that has Tony muffling his moaning against Peter's neck. It's not as big as an alpha's but the extra girth has Peter moaning as he's filled a little more than normal. The load is larger too, despite how many times Tony's come inside him.

It takes Tony a little longer to recover after that attempt. The small knot is oversensitive that fucking, even with short deep thrusts, has Tony's brain overloading and creaming Peter's pussy a few seconds later.

The strap-on gets further use because yeah– size queen. He needs to keep his omega fully satisfied and if he uses the toy to fuck his come as deep as he can, then it's for a good purpose.

A day before his heat ends, Tony is once again fucking him with the strap-on. His come froths up where the toy plunges in and out and it drips down in messy trails on Peter's thighs.

His omega is barely conscious, fucked out and the only thing coming out of him is the contented purr of a satisfied omega.

Tony takes him again, tugging Peter's legs around his waist as he fucks the omega's loose pussy with his cocklet. Another load, Peter's body stuffed full but taking every drop even if it gets fucked out later. it only gives Tony another excuse to fill him up again.

"You…" Peter is barely conscious but he's peering at Tony through the slits of his eyes.

"Me?" Tony smiles at him, indulgent and willing to fulfill any request his omega has of him.

Peter lifts a limp hand and tugs on one of the straps for the harness.

"Your turn," Peter slurs.

"Aww, baby, thanks for thinking of me," Tony kisses his forehead but Peter throws an arm around his neck and tiredly nips his ear.

"Please, Tony," Peter whines at him. "Want you to feel good too."

"I have been feeling good," Tony promises him, rubbing up and down his arms with a comforting hand.

"Your turn," his stubborn boy complains with another tug on the harness.

And while Tony hadn't lied– the proof is how stuffed Peter's holes are with his come– he can admit that the idea of getting that dildo in his holes is appealing.

"Okay, baby, okay," Tony relents.

It takes some effort but he cleans up the toy and gets Peter strapped up. He licks his lips as the spent omega continues to lie there, every limb boneless with pleasure.

"I'll do all the work," Tony assures him as he straddles Peter's hips. The heat takes so much out of an omega and even if they're fully satisfied by the marathon fucking, the energy is leached out of them in the aftermath.

Tony sympathizes so he wants this to be as easy as possible while fulfilling Peter's stubborn but loving request.

He aligns the toy to his pussy and Peter looks up at him with a pleased smile. He takes it with a grateful moan, every inch stretching him to the point of satisfying fullness.

"Oh… Fuck, yes," Tony moans as he rocks and grinds on Peter's lap.

He loves how deep it goes, how wide it stretches him. The toy reaches inside him like it's making room for itself. If he presses down right underneath his belly button, he swears he can feel it there.

"Just lay back, baby," Tony says with a gasp as the strap pushes deep inside to where that incessant ache had been since the beginning. "I'll take care of it."

"Wanna see you feel good…" Peter complains. His hands grip Tony's hips, helping to guide him into a nice rhythm. But his poor boy is too fucked out and his attempt becomes futile when he can barely keep his eyes open.

It's of no concern to Tony who continues to fuck himself on the toy. He's done his job in satisfying Peter's heat and he's allowed to have this.

Peter has slipped into unconsciousness but that's the good thing about having toys like this. Tony can continue to take his pleasure, his entire body rocking on top of his mate's and the toy remains nice and hard inside him. The plus side is he can still look at his pretty omega even as he gets off.

Tony has his turn and he has a second, his pussy squirting slick out from around the thick girth inside him. His hard cocklet spills a load on Peter's stomach and Tony purrs as he marks his omega as his.

Peter wakes up for the third round and invigorated, he helps fuck Tony with a more forceful grip and thrusts of his hips.

He tumbles Tony onto his back, taking the older omega with determined thrusts and making Tony's toes curl. His pussy is being fucked open, the length of the toy making room inside him. Tony comes to another satisfying orgasm, clutching his mate close as he falls apart.

Afterward, Tony pulls him down into a sloppy kiss, engaging in a messy make out that has both omegas purring contentedly. His lips tease Peter's even as the younger omega slips into a well-deserved rest after days of fucking.

Who says two omegas can't satisfy each other? No alpha has ever satisfied Tony like this and he wasn't even the one constantly being fucked.

As he gathers Peter into his arms and he nuzzles against his neck, he purrs his own contentment.

Tony thinks he's done rather well at satisfying his mate.

[prettyparker4wintersoldier]

*WARNING: DUBCON - kinda *

Omega Peter getting busy with Alpha boyfriend [ Would prefer non-virgin Peter]

Maybe Alpha Boyfriend convinces Peter that if they do anal he won't get pregnant. [ Let's say for whatever reason he wasn't currently on birth control]

Then maybe after a while of doing it... right before knotting, oops wrong hole moment. But now it's too late cause the knot has popped.

Maybe it was on purpose .... maybe it wasn't......

Alpha bf can be Steve, or Tony or Bucky

[authoressofdarkness]

Bingo Fill: Breath Play @starkerfestivals

Then Stark's free hand is slapping over his mouth and nose, cutting off all air before he can do much as inhale. He lets out a choked sound against the hand on his face, shaking his head frantically.

"Don't fight me, Peter," Stark orders, voice quiet, almost imitating soothing, but still severe, laced with enough of his dominant tone to make Peter's whole body go limp. The throatiness of his voice is the only hint that the alpha is affected at all by what he's doing to the omega.

(This story is VERY much Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, so head to AO3 to check out the tags if you want to read the full thing!)

[selene-borealis]

I learned today that some spiders have a huge sexual dimorphism between females and males (the females are a lot bigger) and now all I can think about is an ABO AU where an omega!Peter becomes a lot bigger than all the alphas on the team, like think She-Hulk (6’7”) size, and Tony all of the sudden discovers a kink that he didn’t even know he had

[lanyakea-universe]

Starker - Omegaverse

Mob boss alpha Tony returning home coated with blood, his enemies defeated, and heading to his room to find his eight-month pregnant omega lying asleep in their bed, his face soft and peaceful.

He joins Peter on the mattress, presses both hands and his mouth against the prominent belly, and begins to sing an Italian nursery rhyme for his babies.

[lowlifetheory]

I have this AU HC where Bucky’s an alpha king with a brutal reputation (winter soldier). Bucky’s rough, enjoys the simple things in life and isn’t afraid of tough decisions. His court and people respect him deeply and also fear him slightly.

Desperate to secure an alliance and win the kings favour Howard Stark gifts Bucky with his fertile omega grandson Peter, keen to have a Stark blood running in royal veins.

Peter is bright and light and playful, and full of fresh ideas and schemes and when he meets Bucky there’s an instant attraction.

It doesn’t take long for Peter to charm Bucky and Bucky falls madly in love. Peter is just as in love and refuses to enact any of Howard’s schemes.

Peter loves his life and he loves the fact that the most feared and vicious man in the kingdom loves nothing more than worshipping his omega, and Peter gets a massive thrill at the sight of Bucky on his knees for him.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay okay but Friday alerting Tony that she detects a 3rd heart beat in the room.

He tells her to scan the room.

The light focuses on omega Peter's stomach, who was laying on his side fast asleep next to him

[starkerscoop]

limitless devotion

Two words: devoted Tony

also on ao3

-

With all of the hormonal shifts Peter was experiencing throughout his pregnancy, just about anything could set him off. It always happened at the most unexpected times, and as a result his loved ones began to walk on eggshells around him. Their hesitance served to upset him further, and they resigned themselves to acting the way they usually did, knowing that any move they made could be the wrong one. Peter was aware of how uncomfortable that made all parties involved. He did his best to keep his emotions in check, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

One such occasion came on what had been a calm Thursday night. Tony had come home from work earlier than usual, his worry for Peter shooting through the roof the further he got into pregnancy. He wanted to be around as much as possible and was planning on taking time off of work to be there for Peter and the baby. Once he did, he wouldn’t go back until the baby was at least a year old. He’d never been as thankful as he was now for his privilege as owner and CEO.

Tony had left Peter to rest in their bedroom, unable to lie still after Peter drifted off. He found himself in the kitchen, the bright light from the refrigerator illuminating his face, and rummaged around until he found a container of pistachio ice cream. Peter was on a pistachio kick as of late, to the point where Tony could easily find at least five pistachio-flavored items in the kitchen if he felt inclined to.

He tugged off the lid and tossed it onto the counter. With one hand cradling the container to his chest, Tony felt around blindly for a spoon. His fingers curled along the cool silver of a spoon laying conveniently by the sink, and he snatched it up with a small, victorious cheer. Armed with everything he needed to enjoy his ice cream, Tony wandered over to the nearest couch and plopped down. He dug his spoon into the container before feeding himself, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth as the flavor hit his tongue. Tony switched on the TV and settled back, occasionally spooning himself ice cream. This is the life of kings, he thought.

Tony was brought out of his contented state when he heard a gasp from the entrance to the living room. He glanced over to check out the source of the sound and found Peter staring at him with wide, betrayed eyes.

“Are you okay, honey?” Tony asked, concern filling his chest.

Peter’s face fell, tears making their way to his eyes. “You ate my ice cream.”

“You can have the rest,” Tony assured him, holding out the container. When faced with silence, he peered down at the container and was horrified to find it empty. “Pete…”

“I’ve been saving that all week,” Peter sniffled. “You know how I crave pistachio. I wanted to have it on our movie night on Friday. I was so excited to finally eat it.”

“I’ll get you more before we have our movie night,” Tony promised. “I’ll get some first thing tomorrow.”

Peter sighed woefully. “They’re out of pistachio, Tony. There’s a shortage. If I could’ve gotten more I would’ve just done it.”

As Tony struggled to come up with a response, Peter turned away, shaking his head. He paused on his way out of the living room, just long enough to say, “I think it’s best if you sleep in a different room tonight. Take the couch if you’re feeling creative. I just can’t look at you right now.”

With that said, Peter returned to the master bedroom with slumped shoulders. The moment he was out of earshot, Tony fell back on the couch, groaning. The thing was, Peter had told Tony that he was saving the ice cream for their movie night. He’d been buzzing with happiness at the time. How could Tony have forgotten?

It felt worse to know that Peter wasn’t angry. He was upset and disappointed, and sure, ice cream may seem like a trivial thing to be upset over in the first place, but Tony preferred that his husband be cheerful. He strived to keep a smile on his face at all times, would do anything and everything to make him laugh. To know that he was failing and, furthermore, actively saddening Peter, was a kick to the gut.

“FRIDAY,” Tony barked, determination crossing his face. “Find me the nearest place that sells pistachio ice cream.”

“A Crossroads County Market in Wausau, Wisconsin is the closest grocery store with pistachio ice cream listed on its inventory. Would you like me to schedule a flight for tomorrow?” FRIDAY asked, not at all phased by the absurdity of the situation.

Just like her creator, she would go to extreme lengths to please Peter. It was a trait that could be found in all of Tony’s children. It made him proud, especially because he hadn’t programmed them to be that way. It served as further confirmation that Tony had chosen the right person to spend forever with.

“That’ll take too long.” Tony shook his head. “Send up Mark L. We’re going on a nighttime adventure.”

FRIDAY didn’t respond, but Tony didn’t need her to. He knew his command would be followed and was proven right when Mark L settled on the landing pad outside. Tony made his way out and joined the suit, allowing it to melt over his skin until he was fully covered. He usually kept this suit with him in case of emergencies, but this time it was in the lab for some tweaks. Tony hadn’t gotten to those yet, too absorbed by Peter’s presence and later by the TV.

He set off for Wisconsin at once, grumbling slightly when his interface lit up with his estimated time of arrival. The two hours he had until he reached his destination would be felt without a doubt, but it was a small price to pay to make his sweetheart happy. Besides, he had AC/DC to keep him company.

“FRI, be a dear and turn up the speakers.” Tony grinned, twirling in the sky when the first notes to AC/DC’s “Back in Black” trilled through the suit.

This would be fun.

-

It was not fun.

Tony reached the store five minutes before closing. The exhausted employees inside were sending him not-so-subtle scathing glares, but Tony paid them no mind. He was sorry to bother them, but he had a pregnant husband at home to take care of. With only a few minutes left, Tony was scurrying around the store like a chicken with its head cut off, desperate to find some pistachio ice cream.

He was able to find a freezer stocked with ice cream, but it was filled to the brim with different flavors and he was forced to take them all out to check the back. There, in the farthest corner, was a gallon of pistachio ice cream. Tony reached for it with eager hands, scooping it up and holding it to himself protectively. He shoved all the other containers back in the freezer, having enough wits about him left to be more courteous to the employees than he had been.

Tony made it to the checkout counter with thirty seconds left until closing. He had a terrifying moment where he thought he didn’t have money with him, but he managed to find a hundred dollar bill in one of his pockets, and tried not to feel offended when the cashier scrutinized it with suspicious eyes.

His bill seemed to pass the test, because the cashier shrugged and kept it, giving him his change and his ice cream.

“Have a nice night.” Tony nodded at the cashier, dropping all of his change into the tip jar. The cashier brightened up, giving Tony their first smile of the night. It was bright enough that their cheeks must have hurt from the stretch.

“Goodnight, sir. Thank you for the tip.”

Tony wasted no time hopping back into his suit. The adrenaline that had come with his frantic rush was slowly dwindling, and as Tony set off on his journey home with the hard-earned ice cream clutched to his chest, he grew more aware of the intense ache behind his eyes. FRIDAY didn’t say anything about the frequent rate at which his eyes were slipping shut. At least, not until he almost flew head-first into a cell phone tower.

“Boss, may I suggest switching to autopilot before you fall asleep?” FRIDAY prodded.

Tony’s eyebrows slanted downwards. “No you may not.”

“The ice cream will be safe,” she assured him.

Tony heaved an exhausted sigh. “It goddamn better be, FRIDAY, or I’ll replace you with an Alexa.”

Anything FRIDAY might have said in retort fell upon deaf ears. Tony was asleep within seconds. She watched over him and his ice cream throughout the entire journey home, carefully avoiding planes and birds alike, with the tightest grip she could manage without breaking the container.

It was nearing three in the morning by the time they settled on the landing pad. FRIDAY hesitated, torn between allowing her creator to get his rest and rousing him so he could get in bed. She decided to guide the suit into the penthouse, towards the guest room closest to the master suite. She wanted to respect Peter’s earlier words, and she knew Tony was happiest when closest to Peter, so this seemed like the best compromise possible at the moment.

FRIDAY commanded the front of the suit to glide back into its housing unit. The sudden lack of support had Tony collapsing face-forward onto the bed in the guest room. She made sure his breathing wasn’t muffled by the pillows, briefly concerned by his rough fall, before allowing the suit to take full form again and heading to the kitchen.

Her last, and seemingly most important, task was to place the tub of ice cream in the freezer. Once that was taken care of, FRIDAY sent the suit back to the lab and aimed her focus at the CCTV cameras stationed around and in the tower, as per her usual night routine. No one would be harming the Starks under her watch.

In the quiet of the night, peace settled over the penthouse.

[throughthelensofthebabypanini]

Post CW Avengers where Alphas Steve and Bucky pull a Clint-with-the-secret-family and bring the entire team to hide out in their upstate NY home but forgetting to inform their former HYDRA Spider/Red Room’s only begotten Son/Herald of Death Omega Peter that they’re bringing guests over.

- - - - -

“You know, when I told you boys you could bring work home with you sometimes, I meant you could bring paperwork or evidence you need to study, not bring your entire team over because the villain of the week blew up the compound.” An unknown voice rings loud and clear in the hull of the Quinjet startling the already agitated heroes.

After a moment of stunned silence, Tony peeps out, “Um, hello? Hi! Who are you?”

The voice responds cooly, “Ask the Alphas whose knots are in danger of being fodder for the pigs.”

“Heeey babydoll! Um We know this isn’t the best time to do this but we thought the team could spend a few days at ours?” Steve, who apparently knows the owner of the voice, reasons. The Captain fiddles with his hands and throws a sheepish smile towards one of the cameras.

“Don’t you babydoll me Steven Grant. We agreed that the pups and I are off limits to your crew until we’re all ready. This is a clear violation of what we agreed on.” ‘Babydoll’ bites out.

Bucky opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by a flailing Tony, “Wait wait wait! Hold on! Babydoll? Pups? What the actual fuck is going on right now?”

Bucky stares at Steve, a whole conversation happens with their eyes. Steve widens his eyes at Bucky and the latters sighs heavily. With a pinch of his nose he says gesturing to the ceiling and then towards the team, “Um so everyone this is Steve’s and I’s mate, Peter. Peter, darlin’, this is the team.”

Peter, who seems to be more exasperated now than displeased responds, “I would like to say it’s a pleasure but considering the circumstances it’s quite unfortunate that this is how our family’s introduced to all of you.” He sighs and calls out to Steve and Bucky, “Steven, James, KAREN’ll take care of the landing protocols. Make sure not to agitate any of the plasma cannons near the fences, I’d prefer it that I’m the one that gets to blast you both for this.”

Both super soldiers let out a relieved breath, “We’ll make it up to you sweetheart. We promise.”

“Oh you better or else you both can get ready sleeping with the horses for at least a month.”

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I am KAREN of the Spider’s network. I request everyone to please be seated as we are about to reach the Barnes-Rogers family home. Thank you.

[greekgeek24]

[starkermoods]

Day 8 of SF Kinktober- Omegaverse

@starkerfestivals

Bingo Card-

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [1/6]

For @starkerfestivals' Starkercest Winter Bingo: Free Use. A bunch of us in the SuperStarkers server wanted to do the card as a group so I'm contributing 6 chapters of Free Use 😌 hopefully they all stay within 1k WC.

Summary: Being the Stark Heir had its ups and downs. The public sure likes to keep an eye on him and his father and the shareholders are cranky old alphas that would rather hand off the company to an alpha than Peter just because he's an omega.

It doesn't matter, he can handle anything life throws at him. The hardest thing about being the Stark Heir is his father, an alpha in his prime with all the needs of one.

A day in Peter Stark's life where he has to fulfill his role as his father's omega.

Notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, felching, free use, somnophilia

WC: 1134

(AO3 Link)

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The rocking of his body on the bed wouldn't normally wake Peter but this time it had.

The lights are dimmed, just as he had left them when he fell asleep. Hunched over his body, a larger, studier form is thrusting into him. A hard thick cock is spearing into his pussy, filling him up in a nice familiar stretch.

His dad's home.

Blearily, Peter blinks the sleep from his eyes and holds back a yawn. His legs are hitched over his daddy's arms and there's a faint but noticeable tickle where Tony's panting against his neck.

"Daddy…" Peter complains when his father's beard tickles him again.

Tony barely pauses but he does lean back, strong hands pulling his son's lower body along with him. Peter's little cocklet is soft against his thigh but he's noticeably wet judging by the soft squelching sounds coming from between his legs.

"Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" Tony says in a whisper. He gently fondles Peter's cocklet in a silent offer to make it up to him but the omega bats his hands away.

"You ah- did…" Peter grumbles.

His daddy shrugs and continues to fuck him, undaunted by his son's rejection. This new position has his dad's cockhead bumping against that spot that makes Peter melt but he's still really sleepy. If his daddy makes him come now, Peter knows he won't be able to fall back asleep so he just lets his dad do what he needs to.

With another grumble, Peter turns to his side, barely avoiding hitting his dad in the face with his foot. Tony goes along with it, catching his knee and hooking it over his arm again. He tucks a spare pillow beneath Peter's hip and settles back into thrusting.

Now that Peter's awake, Tony doesn't hold back and fucks him harder than previously. Peter's toes curl as his daddy's cock digs in deep, every inch of it dragging against his walls and lulling him into pleasure.

He might be able to come just from this actually…

"Hurry up, dad," Peter tells him with an impatient wiggle.

"Okay, okay, just give me a… minute…" Tony pants. His hips start losing their rhythm and Peter watches with hooded eyes as his father throws his head back, jaw clenched, before his face goes slack in ecstasy. "Here it comes, baby– gonna knot inside, okay, sweetheart? Gonna give it to you so good, fuck…!"

He feels it when his daddy starts to knot and squeaks out a satisfied mmph when he shoves it in forcefully at the last minute. It's just shy of too big and Peter breathed out a shaky breath when his pussy locks around it, his insides milking the firm knot.

Next comes the rush of warmth, his daddy coming freely inside his pussy.

Peter lets out a quiet moan of his own and tries to muffle it against the pillow. His daddy hears it anyway and when he touches Peter's cocklet, the omega jerks in surprise.

He hadn't realized he'd gotten hard but honestly, what did he expect?

"Daddy," Peter complains but for an entirely different reason.

His daddy only chuckles and fondles his hard little cocklet.

"Sorry, Pete…" Tony says but he's not sorry at all. "Here, Daddy will take care of it."

His daddy's hand is warm when it's wrapped around his cocklet. Peter squirms in his embrace, sensitive in a way that makes him want to come but also makes him want to just lay there and let the knotting take its course.

He doesn't have a choice, either way. His daddy plays with his little cock, giving the smaller omega length gentle strokes. With the knot stretching him full and the alpha's cockhead continuously spurting semen against the entrance of his womb, Peter is very sensitive.

Gentle touches to his omega cocklet is all he can really take. Any rough stroking would probably make him cry.

It's under his father's gentle touch that he's roused into a body shaking, toe curling orgasm. The way the pleasure washes over him, making his body tighten and relax as he rides it out… It certainly helps in milking the knot.

His daddy mouths at the back of his neck, teeth setting into skin when Peter's tight omega body does it's job and milks every drop of come from his cock.

"Oh, that's it, sweetheart… Your sweet little pussy's wringing me dry… Fuck, so tight, baby… Squeezing me so tight…" his dad pants against his neck, filthy words spoken in a low growl.

Just from his voice alone, Peter's body shudders, overwhelmed.

By the time the knot subsides, Peter's just a melted puddle of pleasured omega on the bed. He barely protests when his father pulls up and then hauls him onto his knees.

He can feel the drip drip drip of the copious load leaking out of him but he only reacts when Tony spreads his cheeks and swipes his tongue along the wet dripping parts of him.

He makes some sort of muffled squeak, a protest because it feels weird but his daddy's deviant tongue works its magic and has the omega barely able to hold the pose. It's only his daddy's hands holding him up as he swipes up and down his dripping pussy, that brazen tongue cleaning up slick and seed.

"Oh…" Peter can't help but moan when that isn't the only place his daddy's tongue explores.

When his daddy starts to tongue at his untouched back hole, Peter whimpers quite pitifully.

He knows where this'll lead and he's looking forward to it even though there's a good chance his ass will be sore in the morning. His hole can take it, he knows it can. The stretch back there can just be intimidating sometimes when compared to his pussy which opens so easily for his daddy's cock.

He still wants it and his daddy gives it to him after some prep.

His daddy fucks his ass in a gentler motion compared to his pussy. Maybe he's just being nice to his son, considering Peter still needs to rest and getting him riled up would leave him grumpy in the morning.

He wrings out another orgasm from Peter, an easy feat considering his cock was insistently rubbing against that sweet spot. By then, Peter's exhausted and wrung dry.

His daddy isn't done but this time, the rocking of their bodies helps lull Peter back to sleep, along with the exhaustion. And if he wakes up an hour later, half aware and clinging desperately to sleep, he ignores the way his daddy is pressed against his back and the sticky wetness between his legs.

Peter needs his sleep cause he has class in the morning but his daddy needs his release.

It's just a normal night.