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captshipper · 5 months

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do-nut november '23: day 03. extreme insertion

alpha/top!Peter x alpha/bottom!Tony | starkercest

tw: explicit noncon

Peter has always been a good boy, a great son, it's easy when your father is fucking Iron Man. It's easy when your father is your hero. It's easy when the way he says he's proud of you makes you feel warm and soft inside.

But he's not a good alpha.

He presented at fourteen, like Tony before him and Howard and so on and so forth. He was hit with hormones and hit with sexual attraction. Peter was a little confused by why he was attracted to fellow alphas, Tony gave him the talk, it's fine, it's normal, he said with a nice smile and lips that Peter wanted around his cock, I'll love you anyways. The warm hug almost gave Peter a boner.

He wasn't sure for a few months, before his first rut and he spent all of it fucking into a fleshlight imagining it was his father's ass.

Peter, somehow, wasn't ashamed by how many times he jerked off thinking about his father of all people. Spilling his cum all over himself thinking of Tony sucking him, riding him, taking him like a good slut.

(Peter heard stories.

Saw forbidden videos.

He didn't need his imagination to know how good Tony looked taking cock.)

Self-control becomes a lot harder after he's bitten.

"Kid?" Tony frowns at him, Peter's all hot and bothered and his rut was about to hit. "What are-"

In a second, Tony is pinned to the wall, face against it and already bruising. Peter covered his mouth with one of his hands, trying his best to not break his jaw or his teeth. The older man made the sweetest little noises, fighting him. Peter was shorter than him, still, but he was much stronger. Tony's almost a little too easy to manhandle and Peter's inner alpha purr in satisfaction.

He doesn't waste time in tearing Tony's pants and boxers with one hand, pulling like an animal that needed to fuck, needed to breed. With what's left of the boxers, he gags Tony by pushing the fabric into his mouth. Peter takes off his belt and binds Tony's wrists with a makeshift handcuff.

Tony groans, growls, fights his hands and only gets more bruises across his body.

Peter doesn't care enough for prep, his cock hurts, his balls aches, he needs a warm, tight hole around him. With one brutal thrust, he bottoms out. Skin tears under his intrusion, blood streaks his pale, eight inches of cock as thick as his wrist.

"Take my cock, Daddy," Tony's sobbing and it's the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

He sets a brutal pace from the get-go. The noises are filthy, he breathes hard and the scent of distress and unwanted arousal makes his hips move even faster. He holds back just enough to not shatter Tony's bones.

His knot catches in a ridiculously short amount of time.

Peter bites his shoulder, not a mating bond, but definitely marking, as his knot inflates fully and he pushes into Tony. Alphas aren't built to take knots, he feels blood coating his cock and the warm thickness is too delicious... it should be, Peter knows he's along salvation now.

He cums, deep and generously.

Tony's all his now.

#do nut november 2023 #starker #starker fanfiction #starker smut #do-nut november 2023 #dark starker #starkercest #costa's starker omegaverse #dead dove do not eat #noncon tw #alpha peter parker #alpha tony stark

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abbatoirablaze · 22 days

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 23

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, mentions of violence/murder, manipulation.

“She’s taken another mate.”

The words echoed in Steve’s head on a loop.

Sharon had been angry, throwing a temper tantrum once Sam had returned without Cinna and Peter, but the news of an impending mating instead. But when she heard who she was mating, it drove a spike through Steve’s heart, and a bucket of ice water over Sharon’s head.

“BARNES!” she screeched, glaring at Steve, “she’s mating BUCKY BARNES?”

“That’s what I was told!” Sam said briskly, before shooting his own glance to his alpha, “from the word that I’ve heard on the grapevine, she and alpha Barnes have already had the more carnal of relations with their wolves and are openly courting one another!”

Sharon screamed in anger, throwing one of her knives at the wall, “THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! HOW DARE THAT LITTLE SLUT? SHE CAN’T TAKE MY STEVE, SO SHE GOES RUNNING TO HIS EX FOR PROTECTION, PROBABLY KNOWING OUR HISTORIES. THE FUCKING WHORE!”

They’d set off almost immediately after Sharon had a moment to cool down. She’d made it abundantly clear to everyone that she wanted to go to the Stark lands herself with everyone in tow, and demand for her pup and the ‘traitorous omega’ back.

And Steve would have been lying if he said that there wasn’t a part of him that longed to see Cinna again.

He hadn’t seen her since Tony and Happy originally took her after Saradia’s birth.

Saradia.

His little baby sigma girl.

His heart ached at the thought of how he’d managed to already go three years without seeing one of his pups.

An almost perfect carbon copy of her mother with the exception of her designation. A feisty little sigma from the get-go.

“STEVE!” Sharon growled, glaring at her partner, “are you even listening to me?”

“Huh?”

She frowned and sneered at him, “you weren’t listening, were you?”

“I’m sorry, I jus-”

“WE need to be a united front,” she reminded him with a scowl, “i get that you are going to come in contact with your exes, but I am your alpha. I am your partner. And you need to support me. Support my pack in my quest to-”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he growled, cutting her off, “you talk of support, but you’re forcing my hand with your manipulations.”

Sharon’s head cocked to the side, “are you really going to act like that with me, Steven? After all I’ve done for you? After all that I-”

“All that you’ve done for me? FOR ME? I saved your pack, Sharon,” he reminded her, cutting her off, “I let you remain on my lands not as inferior wolves, but as equals. And yet, you were the one who stole my lands and pack from under me. Who manipulated me to fit your needs. You’ve been the one who’s unsupportive, Sharon. You are demanding that I go against my mates-”

“I’m your mate, Steve!” she reminded him as she cut him off once more, “I am the one who has their mark on your neck.”

Steve snarled at her, and she projected her aura outwards. But Steve felt a pain, almost like a needle stabbing him in the back of his hindbrain because he didn’t want to submit to her.

“We’re here!” the driver said quickly, wanting to break up the uncomfortable silence in the confined space.

“About time!” Sharon hissed, breaking off eye contact, and the projection of her aura, “remember, Steve. Support me. If you don’t, it’s Sam and Stevie’s head on the line. I’m not playing around with you anymore. It’s time that you finally obey me and recognize the fact that I own YOU.”

And with that, she stepped out of the black SUV, unsurprised to find a half-circle of alphas and deltas all waiting at the entrance of the packhouse. Behind them was each of the delegations. The Stark pack had Tony, Pepper, and their council, and on the Barnes pack had his appointed officials, as well as Cinna, standing with Peter and Saradia.

Steve felt his chest tighten at the sight of his little girl.

Even at three, she really was almost an exact copy of her mother. The only difference was that her hair was a sandy blonde instead of the strawberry blonde of her mothers.

“Cinna-”

“STEVE!” Sharon growled, glaring at her mate.

Bucky’s arm wrapped protectively around Cinna’s waist, and Saradia turned inwards, clutching onto Bucky’s leg. His other arm wrapped around her, and he lifted her to his hip. She was quick to tuck her face into his neck and scent him as an attempt to soothe herself.

Peter wrapped himself around Cinna’s leg and she put her hand on his shoulder, “it’s okay, Peter...”

“Alphas Carter and Rogers. What business do you have here?” Tony asked.

“I think you know, Tony. We come after receiving a message from our delegate,” she said firmly, “I have made my demands clear in that I receive property that was taken from my pack. I want it back.”

“We have no property of yours.”

Sharon’s eyes shot to CInna and her own pup, “the pup that came from my loins is not mine? And the omega bitch who mothered my partner’s pup? She was marked by him. Does that not belong to my pack?”

“My luna does not belong to you,” Bucky said firmly, glaring at Sharon, “and neither does her pups.”

Sharon scoffed, “you can mark the whore all you want, but she belongs to the Carter pack. She is a traitorous low-level omega who must stand trial for the crimes she committed against me and mine. One of which includes her abduction of my pup.”

“The pup you attempted to kill?” Pepper asked, standing up for her younger sister, “there is no crime in rescuing an innocent pup, Alpha Carter. There is no law against it, even in the strictest of packs. Not even your own.”

“You will not speak to me, omega!” Sharon sneered, growling at the woman.

Tony took a step forward and his guard parted, “you will be wise not to insult my omega, especially on my lands, Sharon Carter!”

“And you would be wise to make sure you give me my property before this becomes more than just a discussion.”

“Perhaps the children should go inside!” Tony offered, looking at Peter, Morgan, and Saradia. He snapped, and one of the caregivers came out of the woodwork and took the kids into the packhouse with a number of the men, leaving just the entourage of Tony’s pack along with Bucky and Cinna.

Sharon took a second, reading the situation before she took a step back, “I don’t aim to start anything with you, Stark. I just come for what is mine.”

“You own nothing here!” Bucky proclaimed firmly.

“I want her head on a platter by sundown!” Sharon argued, “and I want my pup back! Or else.”

“Peter, Cinna, and Saradia are all under my protection and the protection of my pack!” Bucky reminded her, “you’re not going to demand my luna’s head on a platter or one of her children.”

Sharon smirked, snapping her fingers.

The doors to the second SUV opened and Sam was led towards them in chains, while Stevie was following close behind, looking beyond scared.

“Counter offer,” she smiled, “you give me what is mine, and I don’t kill her bastard and the messenger.”

Steve felt his anxiety grow as his eyes shot to Sharons, “What the hell is this, Sharon?”

“I told you that I wasn’t joking around, Steve!” she reminded him, “if you won’t learn your place and keep your loyalties to me, then I’ll just have to punish you…and her.”

Stevie’s eyes widened as he saw Cinna, instantly remembering her, “MOMMY!”

He tried to run to her, but Sharon caught him as he nearly passed her. Steve growled, but didn’t move an inch.

“I’m in control of the little alpha bastard!” she hissed, glaring directly at Bucky, “so give me what I want, or it’s his head I’ll have on a platter!”

Before Sharon could pull her knife from her hip, Bucky had charged her, using his flesh hand to turn it into that of his wolves, he cut the throats of the two guards that were holding Sam’s chains and had wrapped his hand around her throat.

“Let go of my luna’s pup, or I’ll rip your throat out in front of everyone!” he spat into her ear, “the gods know I’ve wanted to do it for years...but now I have a legitimate reason, Sharon...you’re disrespecting my luna. Threatening her pups…you’ve crossed one too many lines for my comfort…and unlike Steve, I will not bend to your will. I’d rather rip it out of you.”

“This will start a war if you do, Barnes!”

He leaned forward and lowered his voice, “one I’d gladly enter to defend my luna and her own...do you really want to cause the extinction of your pack over it?”

“Barnes...”

“Let my luna’s pup go!” he repeated, “this is your last warning, Sharon.”

“You know...I’ve seen what it is that you ‘have’ with your mates,” she smiled teasingly, “I’ve seen the relationship. The torment you allow yourself to be put through because you know you’re not good enough for your mates! Is that why you’re doing this Barnes? Putting your own pack at risk for a woman and her pup because you know that that’s the only thing your good for? Self-sacrifice?”

“A good alpha protects and provides!” he hissed once more before throwing her body away from his, but holding firm on the little boy who was now staring up at him in disbelief. He looked between his father and Bucky, before looking to his mother. Bucky picked the little alpha up and didn’t give Steve a glance as he walked back over to the packhouse steps with Sam as well.

Steve watched breathlessly as he knew that his son was going to be in good hands, but terror over the fact that he was now alone.

“Sam WIlson, beta to the Rogers pack, and little alpha Stevie Rogers are now under the protection of the Barnes pack,” Bucky said firmly, finally looking at Steve. Steve went to open his mouth to argue it, but Sharon threw herself against Steve’s side, “Alpha Rogers...”

Steve looked longingly between his eldest pup and mates, but Sharon was clinging to him.

“If you leave me, I’ll kill you,” she hissed in a low enough tone that no one else seemed to catch, “you walk away from me, and I’ll have my army and allies massacre everyone in sight right here…and kill anyone that was stupid enough to stay on your lands.”

Steve shuddered, looking at her.

“Steve!” Bucky called.

“My allies are waiting in the woods...if you don’t leave with me now, they’ll kill everyone and no one will even see it coming. Your precious mates…your bastards…and I’ll make sure that you stay alive long enough to see it all…before I gut you myself.”

“Alphas?” Tony asked mockingly, glaring at Sharon and Steve. Steve couldn’t move. Between the mark and the open threat, he knew he didn’t have the strength to leave Sharon. She smiled at him before turning her attention towards everyone else.

“Keep them,” Sharon spat, “your time will come, Barnes...just as theirs. Come on, Steve. We’re leaving!”

Chapter 24

Tag List: @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @mrsevans90

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authoressofdarkness · 9 months

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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!)

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #alpha tony stark #omega peter parker #dark tony stark #sfsummerbingo23 #starkerfestivalsevents #starkerfestivals #cw dubious consent #tw dubious consent #cw: dubcon #tw: dubcon #choking #breath control

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greekgeek24 · 9 months

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A Sneak Peek of Honest's Next Chapter

I'm hard at work with Honest's next chapter. I am doing my best to keep the chapters around the same length, so that's why it's taking me so much time to write the next chapter. I am excited to introduce new characters and get further into the story! <3

A quiet giggle drew his concentration from his equations. Peering out the door, Peter found a small boy playing with an even smaller robot.

Blinking, trying to see if he were imagining the small child, Peter asked. “Uh, kid? Are you supposed to be here?”

The little boy looked up at him with big brown eyes and exclaimed. “You is a strange-ah! Strange-ah danger-ah!”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Peter said softly, allowing his Omega pheromones out. The pup calmed down almost immediately. “I’m Peter. What’s your name?”

“Harley,” the little boy said shyly.

“Where are your parents?” Peter asked.

“I dunno.” The little boy shrugged. “Mommy left. Daddy’s at work.”

“And they just left you alone?” Peter asked. “Don’t you have a babysitter?”

Harley pointed up at the ceiling. “I’ve got Jar Jar.”

“Jarvis, do you know where the kid belongs?” Peter asked.

“Indeed. Master Harley is supposed to be in the playroom, but he wandered off.”

“I was playing with Wallee!” Harley exclaimed, waving his toy robot around. It whistled a confirmation.

God, he’s adorable, Peter thought. He wondered if his pups would be anything like this when they were older. “Well, let’s get you back. I’m sure your parents are worried.”

Harley grabbed Peter’s hand. “Daddy’s busy all the time.”

“That must be hard,” Peter said softly. “What about your mom?”

“She left.” Harley shrugged. He clearly didn’t have the words to express what he was feeling. “It’s just me and Daddy.”

“It was just me and my aunt for a long time,” Peter said. “Jarvis, can you take us where we need to go?”

“Of course, Mr. Parker. The elevator is on its way,” Jarvis said almost gleefully. Wallee would get an extra helping of oil for how wonderfully he had carried out Jarvis’ plan.

Peter and Harley stepped into the elevator, and Jarvis directed it exactly where to go.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #omega peter parker #alpha tony stark #mpreg #omegaverse #a/b/o

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selene-borealis · 9 months

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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

#mcu fanfiction #omegaverse #abo #starker #peter parker #omega peter parker #tony stark #alpha tony stark #spider-man #iron man #i have problems ok

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starkerscoop · 1 year

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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.

#starker #ironspider #starkerscoopwrites #omega peter parker #alpha tony stark #mpreg

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the-mad-starker · 1 year

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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.

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winterspiderpurrs · 7 months

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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.

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starkermoods · 1 year

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Day 8 of SF Kinktober- Omegaverse

@starkerfestivals

Bingo Card-

#starker #starker moodboard #sfkinktober22 #a/b/o au #omega peter parker #alpha tony stark #tony x peter #peter parker #tony stark #omegaverse #ironspider #peter x tony

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captshipper · 5 months

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do-nut november '23: day 04. breeding

alpha/bottom!Peter x alpha/top!Tony | transmasc!Peter | starkercest

tw: underage | cw(?): transmasc characters's genitals called "pussy" & such it doesn't bother me, but might bother you

“Pete, Pete,” Tony’s hands hold onto his thighs and pull him closer, staining the front of his pants with Peter’s wetness. “Who’s my good slutty boy?”

“Me.”

He guesses it's me that Peter groans behind the fabric gagging him, the delicate lace of one of the few panties he still keeps around. He usually wears boxers and boy shorts, but sometimes he feels a little more feminine and wears lingerie sets for Tony. And Tony enjoys those days very, very much. Tony loves the glint on his son’s eye, the look of lust that only a rut can push him to have.

Tony moves his hands up, reaching Peter’s pussy. Soaked wet, dripping on the bedsheets under him. His clit’s almost oversized, a mix of his alpha status and the hormones. Tony won’t pretend he’s glad that Peter’s capacity to self-lubricate is the one thing that didn’t change at all.

He looks like a God when he’s naked, sweaty, turned on, pussy all pretty and slick and just inviting anyone who can handle the knot.

Tony definitely can.

He pulls out his cock from the confinement of his comfortable boxer briefs, flushed and clear drops of precome makes the tip shine. They talked about it. Alphas like Peter usually don’t get pregnant, or at least without specific treatments and such. But Tony is a genius and good at breeding, enhancing his own fertility is safer than Peter’s (who knows what new drugs can do with what Peter already takes).

Peter stares up at him like he’s screaming please, breed me, make me a dad.

Oh, he fucking will.

His cock slides in almost ridiculously easy. He bottoms out with one smooth thrust. Peter’s small, skinny, Tony can see the outline of his cock inside of his boy. It’s a beautiful sight, paired up with Peter’s moans, it’s perfect.

Not even omegas in heat ever managed to take his cock in such an erotic and enticing way. He was made to take Tony’s nicely thick seven inches of cock that has always been considered a masterpiece. He doesn’t think his cock is the masterpiece when Peter’s pussy is right there.

“My beautiful good boy,” Tony whispers, voice gentle and with a hint of lust, Peter clenches around him, rolls his hips. “Alright, alright, you’re Daddy’s perfect boy,” he rolls his eyes and moves his hips more insistently. “I’ll breed you, we’re gonna get the best of the pups.”

He places his hands behind Peter’s knees and pushes against Peter’s newly flat chest. He leans forward, a position that allows him to be as deep as he can. Maybe it’s not as effective as mounting, but Tony enjoys watching Peter’s face as he comes undone. (He knows Peter has the same liking, the boy only took him from behind once.)

The noises are filthy, dirty, and should be sickening as he attempt at bruising his son’s cervix with his brutal thrust. Tony takes a deep breath as Peter’s hole quickly becomes tighter and tighter, the boy barely has any stamina when he enters his ruts.

He moves for as long as Peter’s knot allows him, bottoming out and simply humping. His cockhead pressing against Peter’s cervix. The knotting hurts, his cock is being crushed and he loves it a lot more than other male alphas do.

It makes him cum a lot. Emptying his balls as deep as possible, flooding Peter’s little fertile grounds as the walls around him clench and force him to stay right there. Peter’s nails cut into his biceps where he grabbed him when Tony started to offer rope after rope of cum.

“Good boy, good boy,” Tony whispered, breathless and, once again, falling in love with Peter’s post-orgasm look. “My good little boy.”

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 22

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: implied smut.

“Now that the formality is over,” Tony muttered as the last person left the war room. He looked between Cinna and Bucky, “what is this?”

Cinna felt a blush rising to her cheeks as Bucky wrapped an arm around her waist, “she came upon me yesterday, alpha Stark. Our wolves recognized one another and…they courted.”

Tony chuckled.

Pepper slapped his shoulder.

“What?” Tony laughed, “it’s funny!”

“That’s my baby sister, Tony!”

“And that’s Steve Rogers’ other mate,” he laughed, “you couldn’t have possibly expected them not to come in contact with one another despite how you placed Barnes’ pack in the asylum house and Cinna as close to our quarters as possible.”

Cinna’s brow rose, “y-you knew about Steve and Bucky?”

“Cinna…it’s not that simple…” she sighed as she gave her sister a frown, “everyone knows about Bucky and Steve’s past. But I didn’t-I guess I didn’t expect that you and Steve were really mates…he and Bucky were crazy about each other. Someone insulted Steve and Bucky when Bucky openly proclaimed he was Steve’s mate at a tender age, and Bucky challenged him to the death trials.”

Cinna’s eyes snapped to Bucky’s prosthetic and Bucky let go of a low laugh, “I’m passionate…and I care about what is mine. What can I say, omega?”

“No grander gesture than to challenge a full-grown delta to a death trial at the age of eleven.” Tony added in.

Cinna’s eyes widened as she looked at the man that she realized she barely knew, “you were eleven?”

“And I won!” Bucky pointed out, “I will do anything for my mate, Cinna; protection and all…but that also includes letting you take the lead if that’s what you need. And in this case, that means getting your pup back from Sharon and Steve.”

“I have Sharon’s pup…”

Bucky frowned, “what?”

“We fell pregnant around the same time with our firsts…Peter is her pup…she had conceived him with her omega follower, Brock…but when she found out that Peter was an omega as well, she wanted to kill him. So, I stole him and claimed him as my own.”

Bucky smirked, “you’re a fiery one, omega…”

“Sh-she won’t give me Stevie…”

“I know how Sharon works,” he reminded her gently, “she’ll get the message from Sam. She’ll hear about how I openly claimed you as my mate and luna to my pack. She’ll bring Steve and your pup as a show of force.”

Tony smirked, a small gasp leaving his lips as the realization to what Bucky was implying came into his mind, “you have a plan, don’t you?”

“I have an idea of how to work around Sharon’s claim on Cinna,” Bucky admitted, “I told everyone of how your wolf accepted my wolf’s invitation to court you for a reason…”

“The full moon!” Pepper gasped.

“What?” Cinna asked as she looked between the three, “what’s going on? What do the three of you know that I don’t?”

“I suppose you want my blessing then?” Tony asked Bucky.

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?”

“Cinnamon…Bucky provided you with an outlet, a loophole to get out of Sharon’s claim on you,” Pepper explained, “the full moon is tonight…and you became part of the Stark pack when I mated Tony and became his Luna…”

“Pepper…English.”

“He’s offering you the option of a mating ceremony.”

Cinna gasped once more, her eyes snapping back to Bucky’s, “What?”

“It’s entirely up to you, Cinna…but it is one option,” he nodded, “I’m not asking to mark you…just that you mark me, and that we complete a mating ceremony where you officially become my luna. You could stay with Tony and Pepper as long as you like while I officially court you, but allowing you to mark me, with the intention of me marking you down the road and calling you my luna would mean that you belonged to the Barnes pack. She would have no claim over you, even though she and Steve share a pack, and you have pups with Steve.”

“Y-you want me to mark you?” she asked, the words buzzing around in her mind far too quickly for her to actually process, “Y-you want me to be your luna and-“

“You are my luna, Cinna…even if you do not want me to mark you. I want you to know that you have all the power here,” he reminded her gently, “you and your pups will be first to me, just as my pack is in my life. I will protect you with the same passion and vigor that I would protect them.”

“And Peter?”

“Peter may not biologically be yours, but he belongs to you…I would do the same for him.”

Cinna felt her heart swelling at his words. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the passionate, intense alpha, “Bucky….”

“I will only do this though if you want me to, Cinna.”

“I-is it what you want?”

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for my true mates, Cinna…I want this more than anything.”

“Then I want it too!” she confirmed.

“Great,” Tony grinned as he stepped forward and clapped Bucky’s shoulder, “we’ll prepare to make the trip to the Barnes den immediately then, that way we can be back before Sharon and her pack undoubtedly arrive tomorrow.”

Cinna looked nervously at Bucky as they stood in front of the doors to what was Bucky’s family den.

“Are you sure that you’re okay with this, Cinna?”

She nodded, “I want this…are you okay with doing this, Bucky?”

“I already told you, Cinna. I will do anything for you. I know we haven’t known each other for a long time, but I love you. You’re my omega. And I will do everything I can to protect and honor you.”

Pepper sighed, and Cinna felt the blush rising to her cheeks once more as she turned away from Bucky to give one last look back to her sister and Tony.

Bucky pulled Tony into a hug, and the two men clapped each other on the back.

“You have the full blessing of the Stark pack to have Cinna Potts as your luna.” Tony confirmed.

“Thank you, Tony.”

“Cinna…”

Cinna sighed as she looked at her sister once more. Pepper had tears in her eyes and a sad smile on her face, “you act like you’ll never see me again, Pepper…”

“I’m happy for you!” she answered, pulling her younger sister into a hug, “alpha Barnes is a good alpha. And I know that he will treat you right. And you are an amazing young woman. You were cut out to be a luna…and this pack is lucky to have you.”

Cinna sniffled, a few tears slipping down her cheeks as she backed away from her sister, “I-I guess I’ll see you guys on the other side?”

“Omega?” Bucky asked gently, holding a hand out to her. Cinna was unable to stop the chittering that built up from the back of her throat and Bucky smiled, “are you ready to see our pack den?”

She nodded and took his hand.

Bucky pushed through the first set of doors and led her down a spiraled staircase. At the bottom of it was another set of doors. He let go of her hand and walked over to a set of runes. He traced over specific ones, in a very specific order, and with a hiss the doors opened.

“This is our pack den, luna…only attendants to it are allowed to refresh it and clean it…I had called for them to set everything up for when we got here.”

“I-it doesn’t smell like anything…” she commented, “i-it doesn’t smell like you or-“

“I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed,” he admitted, “my family has used this den since we claimed the land. But I made sure that the only scents in it would be ours…this is an important night. The mating ceremony is important in our culture…”

“I-I know…”

“If you go into the room to the left, you can prepare yourself with the traditional clothing and oils…I’m going to be across the room on the other side,” he said slowly, pointing to both doors on the left and right, “when we come back, you can mark me. And then our pack official will commit us under the full moon with a few selected elders and your sister and Tony.”

“Bucky…” she asked, her voice barely coming out above the sound of a whisper. She had pulled on his arm as he went to turn towards the door and turned him right back to her.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she answered, “I just-I was thinking about it…and I want you to mark me as well.”

She swore she could have seen Bucky’s eyes lighting up at the idea, “a-are you sure, luna?”

She nodded and leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “mark my clean side?”

“Anything you want, luna.”

“I want you, Bucky…”

A growl rose from the back of his throat, and she looked down to see his cock already bumping against her stomach as it hardened.

“Omega…those words…hearing them from you affects me like nothing else…”

“Go prepare yourself, alpha,” she smiled, reaching up to stroke his cheek, “we only have a few hours before it’s midnight…”

“I might just have to carry you to the altar,” he growled playfully as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips; this one a little more aggressive, “the way you’re speaking like that.”

“Don’t promise something you can’t live up to!” she teased as she turned away from him, adding a little extra sway to her hips as she went into the room. As the door closed behind her, she could hear the animalistic growl that came from her mate; the scent that he was releasing, letting her know that he was primed and ready to go.

Her heart raced as she let herself feel all the emotions that she’d put in a box and thought she’d never see again whenever Sharon took over her relationship with Steve.

Maybe the fates weren’t torturing her.

Chapter 23

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authoressofdarkness · 10 months

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Happy to announce that I am ALIVE and doing the @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo again this year! Working on a few fills and they won't always be in order like this, but this just happened to be half completed in my drafts and was an easy fill. Keep your eyes peeled for more bingo fills and updates from me! Love y'all!

Also, if this feels familiar it's because it's an extended version of/inspired by a moodboard I did a long while back. I hope everyone enjoys! 💙

Fill: Thigh Fucking

This facility has a prime selection of omegas.

Tony has no intention of taking any one but the best one. One that’s perfect for him — someone young, sweet, innocent, untouched, and well-behaved. He doesn’t have time to mess with badly behaved pets. He’s a very busy man. He needs one that will do exactly what he tells them to, when he tells them to, both sexually and otherwise.

He doesn’t really care what kind of hybrid they are. He’s leaning more toward something canine, or at least not feline. He doubts he’d get along well with a feline. He wants a hard worker, someone eager to please, and preferably as horny as he is. Felines… usually don’t tick many of those boxes.

This is the fourth center he’s been to today. He’s determined to find a pet and not go home empty handed — but he’s not willing to settle for less than exactly what he wants, either. So they continue looking.

But he thinks his looking is about over.

One whiff of that sweet scent, and he’s intrigued. He scents the area again, eyes searching for where his nose is leading.

And when he lands on it, he can’t help but grin.

It’s a puppy hybrid — and a pretty one, at that. Big doe eyes, soft, dark curls, porcelain skin draped in a soft gown. He’s over in the corner of the display room, curled up in one of the soft chairs and working on some knitting. He’s looking through the glass directly at Tony when Tony’s eyes find him. He immediately grows a smirk that flashes his canines, and the puppy blushes and drops his eyes back to his knitting quickly.

“That one,” Tony says, sure of himself.

Less than fifteen minutes later, a worker is guiding the omega into a private meeting room by the leash around his throat. They’ve changed him into a completely transparent white slip, and muzzled and bound him.

The puppy seems more curious than anything as the worker places the leash in his waiting hand and leaves the room, though his scent betrays a hint of nerves.

“Don’t be scared, sweet thing.” He wraps the leash around his hand a few times, shortening it, and gives it a firm tug, pulling the omega a few steps closer. “I won’t hurt you, if you can behave. I just need to do a more thorough examination before I decide whether to buy you or not. Talk to you a little. Can you be a good boy for me while I do that?”

The omega nods quickly, and he smiles. “Good boy. Sit here, would you?” He pats the table behind him. “Just hop on the edge for me.”

He compiles. Tony offers him his best attempt at a gentle smile. “Thank you. Now…”

He’s a real potential buyer, not just some walk in wanna-be off the street, so he knows he’s allowed to touch. So he does. He lifts the poor excuse for a slip that the omega was wearing up and almost entirely off, looking him over. He lets himself run a hand down his front, from his chest right down between his thighs.

The pup gives a little surprised yelp at that, though it’s mostly contained by the muzzle. Tony just chuckles, shushing him. “Easy, pup. I’m just trying to get a feel for what might be mine, hm? I’ll be gentle.”

Tony pushes the puppy down, so he lays flat on his back on the table, and spreads his legs wider, taking a good look at him. The curls between his thighs look just as soft and pretty as the ones on his head. He pets there, gently, looking up at the omega’s face. His eyes flutter beneath the muzzle, breath hitching in his chest.

“Look at me.”

Bambi eyes flutter open, locking on him. His hips squirm just a little under the touch.

“You like it when I pet you here, sweetheart?”

He nods quickly again, eyes wide and pupils huge.

Tony smiles. “Good. I’ll pet you here often.” He stops, setting his hands on his thighs. “I’m a busy man, Peter. When I make time for you, I expect not to be told no. I also expect obedience. You do what I tell you when I tell you to do it, or there will be punishment — and if it happens too much, I’d have to get rid of you. Understand? Can you handle that?”

Another nod.

“Good.” He grabs his waist, pulling him a bit closer. He’s satisfied with the answers, and the pup’s attitude. He seems pliant and eager to please. And he’s even more gorgeous than he imagined. “Now, you’re not leaving here without my scent on you. And I know just how to do it.”

He sits the pup up and rests his hands on his thighs. “Take out my cock, puppy.”

Eager to please, his puppy complies, little hands opening his fly and fishing his cock free from his pants. His hands are small and warm, unsteady, but they feel perfect wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Go ahead, look at it, pup. Touch, just for a minute,” he encourages.

The pup does, clumsy as he starts to stroke him, but obviously trying his best. Tony doesn’t mind. He’ll train him just how he wants him when they get home. And right now, just the thought of doing that is enough to make him hard, which is all he really wanted him to achieve right now anyway.

“Good boy,” Tony praises, then catches the pup’s wrists. “That’s enough. Lay back on the table.”

He does, letting his hands fall to his sides and his legs fall open again as he does. Tony chuckles, grabbing two handfuls of the omegas thighs and pressing his legs together. “Just like that…” He shifts them both until he’s perfectly lined up, cock easily slipping between his thighs. The omega has started to get wet by now, and slick dripping from his hole is enough to make it a perfect, smooth glide as he begins to fuck the omega’s thighs.

Even their bodies are almost perfectly in sync. Tony can't hide his excitement, and he doesn't try, either, lips curving into a downright feral smile.

Though Tony is making no attempt to pleasure him, the omega is only getting wetter, and the little whimpering sounds he makes – presumably at the friction, but also maybe at just how turned on he is – are almost enough to push him over the edge on their own. Tony growls, the sound low in his chest, and then comes without warning him, coating the omega's thighs and the front of his body.

The puppy squirms, but not like he's trying to get away; almost as if he wants to roll around, probably basking in the alpha's scent, the obvious claim he's staked on his body. He's looking at him with those big eyes again, his pupils blown wide. The nerves he smelled before are still there, but the pup's unmistakable horniess is so strong it covers it up almost completely.

Tony grinned, showing entirely too many teeth to be reassuring, but he didn't care. He has exactly what he wants, now.

He lets go of the omega and fixes his pants, tucking his cock away for now. Again, the omega's legs fall open almost automatically, and Tony rumbles again at the sight, this time with a possessive edge.

He bent to press a kiss to the omega's sticky thigh, then another over his wet heat, chuckling when the pup jumps under him. He straightens, taking the omega's hands and pulling him upright.

"In the car…" Tony promises, lips close to his ear, and only when he's drawing back does he realize he never even asked for the puppy's name. He takes the tag on his collar between two fingers. "Peter. Hmm. Pretty name for a pretty puppy. Now, let's get on with it, shall we?"

Taking the leash in hand again, Tony gives a firm tug and the omega hops off the table, trotting at the alpha's heels toward the door. His slip falls back into place, but there's no hiding the mess Tony made of his body underneath it. Just the way Tony likes it.

Tony orders all paperwork and payment requests sent to him at home. He's Tony Stark, after all. No one is going to stop him, and no one does as he walks his new pet to the car waiting for them outside.

Tony slides in and pulls the puppy onto his lap, hands already underneath his slip again. "You and I are going to have so much fun together," he tells him, and Peter just looks at him with those perfect wide doe eyes as the car speeds away.

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