#alpha peter parker

[atrwriting]

bffs -- alpha!peter parker x omega!reader

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

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

anyways...

your heat had come.

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

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

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

there was one.

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

peter parker.

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

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

fuck, you thought. i have to stop.

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

that was when your phone buzzed.

annoyed, you grabbed your phone and the screen illuminated.

peter: still on for today?

fuck, you thought.

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

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

peter: you okay? what’s up?

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

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

peter: no worries, feel better :)

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

that is… until you woke up.

to a fucking knock at the door.

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

fucking peter.

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

you opened the door, and immediately regretted the decision.

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

as was how delicious he smelled.

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

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

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

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

“don’t,” you snapped sadly. “yes.”

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

you shook your head as your body trembled.

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

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

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

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

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

but your feet remained planted… just barely.

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

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

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

you stared into his eyes.

they were dark.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you didn’t answer.

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

you sobbed, “i do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“good fucking girl.”

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

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

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

...and trust you did.

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

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

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

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

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

you nodded meekly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that was until his fingers started moving faster and harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you saw white.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and he felt it, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"oh, fuck —"

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

and he knew just what you needed.

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

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

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

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

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the end. hehe

-L xo

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[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: Dubconned Into True Love

For @khalixascorner ! This was supposed to be a bday present and it ended up being a belated bday, Xmas, reward thing 😂🥲 Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Villain Omega Tony capturing alpha Peter and deciding to keep him. Aka Reversed Wife stealing plot where the omega steals the alpha

Notes: some version of SIM!Tony, omega Tony Stark, Bottom Tony Stark, alpha Peter Parker, intersex omegas, non/dub con of the heat/rut variety, heat sex, breeding, knotting, biting, vaginal sex

WC: 8431

Note 2: Inspo for Tony's outfit is in Ao3 cause Tumblr doesn't like it 😤

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"Um… Mr. Superior…?"

Tony ignores the tied up alpha. As far as he's concerned, the kid has been neutralized and Tony's gotten what he wanted so there's no need to interact.

Except… the alpha pup is stubborn. He continues to try to get the Superior's attention and he's doing it so politely that Tony actually feels something (not bad, there's no way he feels bad about anything).

He crosses out the emotions based on the process of elimination.

Annoyance? Not really. He's too amused at the situation to be annoyed.

"Excuse me, Mr. Stark? …Sir…?"

With a huff, Tony turns away from the interface, brilliant blue eyes calculating.

"Yes, dear?" he croons, his voice coming out sarcastic and cool.

Tony immediately feels like a jerk when the alpha pup perks up at the attention, a hesitant smile pulling his lips up into an easy smile.

They have a deal where Tony would keep the muzzle off as long as the kid doesn't yell or scream or do any of those other annoying things hostages tend to do. And well, he isn't yelling or screaming or even pleading to be let go. Instead, he's trying to play nice with his captor while Tony’s watching the frantic little bugs called Shield scurry around on the video feeds.

It's interrupting Tony's fun but he figures the kid's owed at least some attention.

The Superior has kidnapped him after all.

"You know I'm an alpha, right?" the kidnapped superhero asks curiously.

Usually, a stupid question like that would have Tony rolling his eyes and immediately snapping the muzzle back in place. For some reason though, something about the pup's tone sounds genuine as though he's actually confused why someone like Tony would grab him.

Oh. Right. Spider-Man is a kid. Well, barely. He’s eighteen, according to the files, but in terms of superhero and villain business, he's still so green. So green that it makes the Superior feel a twinge of not-so-villainy guilt.

"Peter Parker," Tony states as he swirls around in his chair.

One nimble leg crosses over the other. His white suit pants are form-fitting but not enough to be indecently tight. He has nanotech woven into an actual suit, all white of course. He’s comfy and sexy, comfort being a priority. The open white blazer is styled specifically for male omegas, broad around the shoulders but narrow around the hips. Underneath that, he isn't wearing anything which leaves the lean muscles of his chest exposed but not bare.

He has gleaming jewelry that drips in languid chains from the delicate collar around his neck. More nanotech, this time fashioned into something like precious diamonds. They sparkle brilliantly in the light but they're so much more than just pretty rocks.

What he’s wearing right now isn't even the most risque thing he’s ever worn but it's meant to catch the eye and it definitely catches Peter's.

Tony likes to wear his armor best like this. It's so easy to masquerade one of his deadliest weapons as elegant pieces of art that bring attention to his best assets. And because alphas are such knotheads, that's all they care to see.

No matter what Tony wears, there are eyes always being drawn to him. It amuses him when the supposedly good guys can't take their eyes away from him. Then again, Tony's always enjoyed being the center of attention, whether it's as the most eligible omega in the world or the cold-hearted Merchant of Death. It's something his instincts purr at, the attention being directed at him.

Even when he has no intention to entice or seduce, Tony uses the natural allure of being an omega because it's just too easy to.

The Superior lifts a perfectly manicured hand to his chest, fingertips casually trailing down the sparkles of nanotech diamonds. They're linked piece by piece with delicate chains, also meticulously crafted to add to the deception of a beautiful pampered but weak omega.

No one has been fooled by his facade in years but some alphas still fall hard for Tony’s handsome face and his unique mouthwatering scent.

Seeing the way Peter Parker's gaze follows the movement of his fingers, his eyes drinking in the sight of exposed tan skin instead of the shine of the tech…

Tony smirks, ego rightfully stroked.

He snaps the fingers on his other hand, breaking his own spell over the cute alpha pup.

Immediately, Peter's wide eyes shoot up. When he meets Tony’s knowing gaze and his face flushes an endearing pink because he knows he's been caught looking. Caught lusting over one of the bad guys.

"Alpha," Tony coos and whether the kid takes it as Tony confirming the knowledge he has or is calling for him… Ah, yes, the latter. The pup's eyes go a little hazy, as though being called alpha is actually making his dick hard.

Peter quickly looks away but like a shark scenting blood, Tony’s already caught it.

There's a high possibility that something as simple as getting called alpha by an attractive omega would do it for him. The kid is green, after all, and Tony remembers being 18. All those hormones…

Even with the mandatory suppressants that alphas and omegas are subjected to, the instincts are still there, quietly simmering just under the skin, always so easy to mess with. Having an omega's attention makes alphas so weak to influence. Having Tony's attention pretty much guaranteed their ruin back in those days

Hmm. Tony wonders if this kid's ever even experienced an unsuppressed rut.

He clicks his tongue at the thought and uncrossing his legs, he stands. The jewelry makes a soft tinkling sound, like bells, as he walks towards the bound alpha. He places a finger under the pup's chin and tilts his face up so their eyes meet.

"I know everything about you," Tony tells him sweetly.

He's read the reports and he admits to himself that the information there has been enough to interest him. Intrigue him, if he wants to be truly honest.

The Superior looks at the kid and he's intrigued. How unfortunate for him that he’s been caught in Tony’s crosshairs. He hadn't planned to do anything about it just yet, but with the opportunity presenting itself, why not?

Peter doesn't seem surprised by his words and yet, he's still perplexed.

"Then… Why did you kidnap me?" he asks. His eyebrows scrunch down as he mutters thoughtfully, "I'm an alpha and alphas don't get stolen… Especially by an omega, it's…"

Unorthodox. Radical. Untraditional.

Words that are often used to describe the kind of omega that Tony is.

Here, Tony does roll his eyes and he steps back. The retreat has the alpha cautiously looking at him again. Tony smiles and catches the jump in Peter’s heartbeat.

"Look, just cause I'm a 'mega doesn't mean I can't do alpha things," Tony tells him, "Or well, I can definitely act like one. If I want to steal myself a pretty wife, I definitely can."

"You're not making much sense," the kid says. He completely ignores the wife comment that references him in this scenario. "Shouldn't you have stolen the omega so that I can, uhm, rescue them…?”

Tony laughs, actually laughs. It's bright and free. He's entertained and he's always in a good mood when he's being entertained.

“We’re not in some cliche superhero story, kid,” Tony grins at him, omega fangs peeking out. “I'm not some… typical villain and you… Nah, kid, you're not saving some damsel in distress here… If anything, you're the one in distress.”

Peter only looks more puzzled. “I'm not though.”

“Oh?” Tony encourages him to answer.

“I mean, besides being tied up to a chair– which, by the way, is a very cliche supervillain thing to do–” Peter gives him a look that only amuses Tony even more. “You've been pretty decent to me, Mr. Stark.”

Tony rolls his eyes.

“Interrogation when I don't need anything is tedious,” the Superior says distastefully. “Besides, I got what I wanted so anything else is just a tasty bonus.”

Peter hums indulgently and Tony is suddenly feeling a little vindictive. He already has Shield scrambling to find them so as he said, everything else is just a bonus.

Tony is in a good mood. He wants to keep being in a good mood and therefore, he wants to have fun. He wants to poke and prod at this intriguing alpha and see if it’s worth keeping the muzzle off. He wants to see if the alpha could be… something worth keeping.

"If I stole the omega," the Superior returns to the previous topic, "they'd just find you another omega."

He shrugs, a smooth roll of his shoulder, and lets his gaze take in his prize. All joking aside, he has an alpha in his hands that, scientifically speaking, is a good match for him.

His prospects for a mate that won't break under his attention are rather limited. He doesn't need a mate, but one look, one interaction with this alpha makes him think of all those possibilities that he's pushed away in the past.

And if it turns out that this kid isn't what the Superior wants, well. He at least knows what fun he wants to have with him.

Peter is cute, a cute alpha pup just growing into his body. Tony can see very clearly that he’ll be a handsome man with a sharp jawline and lips perfect for begging. He’d probably make some omega very happy, with his heart of gold and his alpha cock. If the kid hadn't gotten involved with Shield, the Superior thinks he could've flown under his radar and possibly lived a perfectly boring normal life.

Or maybe not.

The kid’s brains and whatever projects he’d end up in would have certainly made waves in the world. Logically, the Superior would have found him, sooner or later.

Is that fate or just Tony’s luck?

The Superior’s lips stretch into a kind of smile that's had the Winter Soldier twitching for his guns.

The mood shifts and Peter, the smart pup that he is, senses it immediately. There's a stillness to him that reminds Tony of prey sensing a predator’s presence. The alpha becomes uneasy, uncertain of where a volatile omega like Tony Stark is going to take this.

Tony smiles again, sweetly. Peter doesn't buy it but Tony pounces anyway.

The omega presses his palm right above Peter's heart. He can feel it beating harshly right there beneath the firm muscle and hard bone.

Ta-dump. Ta-dump. Tadumptadump…

“Are you nervous, pup?” Tony drawls, “Have you finally realized that I’m not interested in some Shield lackey… That I’m interested in you, alpha. Shield was practically begging me to crash the party. Who am I to disappoint?”

Peter’s mouth opens, maybe a little shocked at Tony’s forwardness. Maybe such a cute pup can't imagine someone like Tony outright declaring their interest but the blush on his face… He wants Tony's attention just like Tony wants his. It's already shaping up to be a good match.

He likes this. He wants it. Tony can smell it on him, his interest and a hint of fresh arousal that's distinct from the usual musk that teenage alphas like him carry. He can see the physical effect he has on Peter too but the omega doesn't bring attention to that little detail just yet.

Peter just doesn't think he's allowed to have it because…? Who knows. No matter the reason, he’s restraining himself, hovering between what his instincts want and what his mind is saying.

Tony doesn't care for the reason, he’ll pick it apart with either words or his body. He's good at using both.

Another shudder, another minute shake of Peter’s head in denial but the Superior knows. He now has Spider-Man intrigued.

Tony strikes while the iron’s hot and gracefully sprawls himself on the top of the alpha. The pup squeaks in surprise and jerks when Tony’s ass settles on top of his lap. There's a bulge there that nudges up almost perfectly where Tony’s nanotech suit covers his pussy.

It feels hot, the shape of it– Oh… it's getting bigger. Tony’s eyelashes flutter as heat ignites in his belly, making his empty insides clench in anticipation.

He's going to have this alpha and he's going to enjoy it. Immensely.

The Superior grinds down on the pup's swelling cock, assessing without looking. The kid’s essentially wearing a spandex onesie and the material is stretching tight over the alpha pup’s hard cock. He feels hot and big– Tony pauses, feeling the delicious heat emanating from beneath him and hmm… the girth of his cock… Very nice. Tony can tell that it's thick, maybe thicker than his favorite dildo.

Oh, what a stretch Tony’s in for…

“S-Sir…!” the pup splutters, drawing Tony’s attention. He pets the boy’s cheek, soothing and distressing the alpha at the same time.

"I can see potential and oh, Peter… what a waste, what a sad sad waste," Tony purrs and wraps an arm around the kid's flushed neck which he presses his lips to. "You know, Shield basically neuters their underlings. Not physically, of course, but they go on and on about control and not falling prey to instincts… It's such bullshit.”

There’s a look that crosses Peter’s face, disgruntled, but Tony knows he's right. In this moment of vulnerability, Peter’s instincts are going wild under Tony’s influence and the omega can see the fight going on inside his pretty little head. Maybe the kid wouldn't have been able to show such an emotion if he was in the right mind.

Tony feels a sense of satisfaction that even without kn, he can still predict this in an alpha he’s interested in. His instincts, after all, are rarely ever wrong.

“You must've thrown them for a loop… Did you have to pretend, kid?” the Superior doesn't have to pretend to sympathize. At one point in his life, he, too, was forced to adhere to others and their control.

The kid’s breathing has escalated and his wide honey-brown eyes are staring straight ahead. See no evil, hear no evil, huh?

Peter's clinging tight to denial, Tony knows. Mouth parted, fast shallow breaths… Poor kid. Tony is too much to handle for an organization like Shield on a good day and here he is, pitting himself against someone as green, as innocent, as this baby hero.

“You don't have to answer that. I know.” Tony licks his lips. He can taste the alpha pup’s scent on his tongue. “If Shield tries to tie you down to some loyal lackey so that those feral instincts of yours calm down… I wonder what’ll happen…”

He leaves it suggestive but they both know.

It won't work.

It hadn't worked on Tony’s instincts even before extremis. It won't work on an alpha of Peter’s caliber.

“That's not what happened…” Peter says weakly, finally breaking his silence.

It's to defend Shield but Tony still considers it a win to have the kid responding to him. He presses closer, his scent rich and distracting.

“Isn't it? Did meeting that sweet natured omega calm your instincts? You don't feel calm,” Tony says rather seriously while grinding on the alpha pup’s lap.

Tony had snatched him just as Peter met Shield’s potential mate for him. The Superior had heard just enough that he couldn't bear watching the awkward encounter for a second later.

Peter hadn't gone willingly and a short-lived scuffle had occurred. Spider-Man had prioritized shielding the omega Shield agent without realizing that he was the true target until it was too late.

The Superior had a good time carrying the alpha in his arms like a bride being brought home.

Tony had planned this just for shits and giggles, another flippant middle finger to Shield for thinking they can keep this kid hidden away from Tony. He’d snatched the alpha right from under Shield’s nose and now, he’s making his own claim because he wants.

With the rocking of his hips and the scent he’s breathing in… With what Tony knows about the kid from Shield’s files though none of them mentioned the nice surprise the alpha’s packing between his legs.

Tony wants to keep him. Just a minute ago, it was just a possibility. Keep the kid if he can satisfy Tony but now, even if Peter’s performance leaves him unsatisfied, Tony won't let him go. He can just train the alpha into what he wants.

From Shield’s files, Peter’s been noted to be very eager to please. Tony purrs as he recalls this information and he leans forward, placing his lips on the alpha’s pulse and sucking hard.

Yes. Even if Peter performs well, Tony can train him regardless. Refine that potential of his into something truly… Superior.

Peter’s hips jerk up, grinding against Tony's receptive body even as the alpha throws his head back to groan.

In this position, Tony’s pants are stretched tight over his ass. The heat between their bodies is building and it's only going to get messy. Sex between an alpha and omega is always deliciously messy.

The omega pulls himself away from the nice hickey he’d made on Peter's neck. In front of his very eyes, he sees the molted skin heal itself, the bruise going from dark to red to yellow then fading away like someone hit a fast-forward button on just that patch of skin. It's fascinating like everything else about the pup.

It makes him think even as the baby alpha’s scent floods out of him and reaches for Tony. Tony breathes it in, knowing it could make him lose his mind if he lets it.

“Do their suppressants even work on someone like you?” Tony wonders out loud in a contented sigh.

Even if the pup’s scent isn't affecting him, it still smells so good… Like rolling around in freshly laundered blankets, so warm and inviting.

He runs his hands over the trembling muscles of the alpha’s shoulders. The way Peter’s reacting to him tells Tony that whatever suppressants Shield has been giving him isn't working.

He rubs his cheek against the alpha's and tilts his face up while shifting his body up so that he's no longer warming up Peter's straining cock.

It puts his neck in a dangerous position, right where the alpha’s fangs are. Technically, Peter could stop all this now by shoving him off. It's another simple test to see how hard Peter’s alpha instincts are riding him. How much more Tony will have to push.

He doesn't disappoint.

Peter turns his face towards Tony’s neck. The alpha sucks in a deep breath of Tony’s scent as though he’s ravenous for it. The pup’s scent may not be affecting Tony but his is definitely influencing Peter’s.

He growls at the protection that Tony’s nanotech collar provides but he doesn't let it stop him. Right above the omega's protected mating gland, the flat of a tongue licks at the soft skin there. That spot– even if it's not the gland directly– it’s still sensitive and vulnerable. It should be setting off alarm bells in the omega's mind and yet, it has the Superior sighing in pleasure.

“Hmm…” Tony moans in approval.

The alpha drags his tongue lower, licking desperately at gaps between the chains just to get a taste of him.

There are teeth involved now! Sharp alpha fangs try to close down around Tony’s nanotech collar to get to that soft vulnerable skin. He can hear the gnashing and grinding of teeth against the metal and the omega laughs breathlessly, not at all worried that his tech will fail him.

“Oh… Bad alpha,” Tony groans and presses closer. “Were you going to try to bite me without permission? What a brute.”

He pulls back, the collar seamlessly melting away where it's caught on the alpha’s teeth. The nanotech forms back into its proper shape around his neck without a single scratch.

When Tony looks into the pup's eyes, he coos at what he finds. Just a little bit of sniffing and the pup is now drunk off the Superior’s scent.

“S-Sorry– I don't…” Peter squeezes his eyes shut, mortified. “I don’t understand w-what's happening… Why–”

Poor baby alpha’s trying to regain control but Tony won't give him the chance to. He likes this alpha all scent drunk and horny for him.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Tony purrs at the pup, caressing his flushed cheeks. He comes to a realization watching the pup’s eyes glaze over even as his mouth pants open.

He had been wrong. It isn't that Shield’s suprassants aren't working. It's just that whatever drugs they have Peter on is nothing compared to the Superior.

Their compatibility is too strong. Perhaps Shield hadn't thought that Tony would ever take a mate. He’s killed and maimed enough alphas that have tried. Then again, none of them has ever been Peter Parker.

“I'll take care of you, sweetheart,” the omega promises with a sweet purr in his throat.

The kid‘s scent is going into overdrive, growing in strength. He has a desirable compatible omega on his lap, probably the only omega that can take everything his enhanced body can dish out. It’s trying to pull Tony under too so they end up in a mess of sweaty bodies and irreversible bonds.

Tony aches to respond in kind. It makes his mouth water but it doesn't quite trigger his instincts the way a normal omega’s would.

He wants to let loose. He wants the nanotech regulating his body to retreat and leave him to his instincts, a wildfire raging and leaving destruction in its path.

Tony would be a very very dangerous omega to handle during a heat. He strokes the alpha's cheek again, cooing at the glazed look in Peter’s eyes.

Soon. Soon… But first… He has a mate to claim.

With a single command, the nanotech suit melts away in a rush of silver. It leaves only the omega jewelry and the silver stilettos he’d been wearing. The cool air on his exposed flesh does nothing to ease the heat being roused in his belly.

At another thought, his tech forms into sharp tipped claws at his fingertips and he quickly shreds the pup’s pants. The upside of using his tech is that he has complete control. Once they meet flesh, they blunt themselves to leave his pet unharmed.

The fabric is so easy to destroy though. Tony would have to fix that later once he has the alpha bonded to him.

“Look at you…” Tony purrs when he gets his hands on the alpha’s cock.

It's perfect. Long and thick with a pretty flushed tip that's perfect for sinking onto.

Tony can't wait.

And yet, once the alpha pup realizes what's happened, his head jerks down and looks in horror at his exposed erection. His cheeks turn such a ruddy red that Tony wonders how it's possible when all the blood is certainly flowing southwards.

“W-Wait…!” A bit of clarity seeps into those glazed over eyes and then the alpha confesses, “I’ve never done this before!”

“Good,” Tony tells him before he gets his hands on that eager cock. “Even if you have, I’ll be the last.”

Peter’s mouth drops open, just a little. He stares at the Superior with disbelief and then struggles in his bonds. In a last ditch effort, he desperately says, “Can’t we talk about this first?”

The Superior ignores it.

“Don't come,” is the only reply Tony gives him when he begins to stroke, getting a feel for Peter's dick. It twitches in his hand, so eager for his touch. Tony firms his grip and makes sure to catalog the alpha's response, honing in to what feels best for him.

He wonders how much experience the kid’s had, if any. Not much, Tony determines, when Peter’s hips give a harsh aborted jerk.

“We s-shouldnt…” Peter whines, his eyes squeezing shut.

Another stroke and Tony’s hand closes around the fat head, squeezing out a drop of precum.

“Oh? You can still think?” Tony teases when he drags his hand down the hot length, spreading the wetness around. It makes it easier to jerk him off. The alpha gasps, his eyes only squeezing shut harder.

“I… I’m…” his speech fails and Tony chuckles in amusement.

The alpha breathes in but then chokes on his breath when Tony starts again. Just a little more… Tony observes with bright blue eyes, his glance switching between the kid’s facial expressions to the cock he’s stroking. Both are fascinating to him.

Peter lasts longer than he expects and he's surprised to find his own patience running thin instead.

“We don't even… know each other…” Peter pants out, scrabbling for control and failing. “I haven't even courted you and you're… you’re… Oh God, sir, you're gonna make me– mm…!”

Courting? The thought takes Tony by surprise but he finds that he's charmed by the alpha’s priorities. He clamps down on the base, letting the kid have a breather because he's not done yet.

Poor kid pants out a breath or two before Tony rises on his knees. There’s slick wetting his trembling thighs as he positions the alpha pup’s cockhead right where he wants it. Just feeling the tip there, rubbing against his pussy, makes the Superior so eager to swallow the alpha up.

“You can court me after,” Tony promises him with a curl of his lips. “‘Till then, behave.”

“After…?” Peter questions, eyes peering through slits before flying wide open when he sees what Tony’s about to do.

“Mhmm… After,” Tony declares just as he sinks down on the alpha’s cock.

“W-Wait…!” Peter cries out but it's too late.

Tony groans as the thick head pops in, the slick making it easy for the engorged glans to slip in. It feels as good as he thought it would. The flared tip really makes him feel it.

Beneath him, the alpha moans, his eyes wide in disbelief before they cloud over in pleasure. His mouth is trembling, the shock evident even as pleasure makes his jaw go slack.

Tony allows him to focus on his pleasure, specifically the point where their bodies are joined. He hasn't even fingered himself open so he knows his pussy is especially tight for the alpha pup. He, himself, likes to feel the ache of a good stretch, and the pup’s thick cock had promised him that and it delivers.

He sinks down with some effort, taking Peter’s cock in several thrusts, his body rising up and down to take it inch by inch. He's wet, so wet… The slick helps, and the sheer abundance of it makes the slide easier but his pussy is too tight. He has to work himself open.

Peter’s lost in it. There's a look of wonder in those honey brown eyes compared to before and Tony coos at the alpha, leaning in close and letting his scent steal his senses once more. The poor baby alpha gets the heavy brunt of it, drowning in it. Even then, Peter’s mouth pants open like he's trying to drink it all down.

The alpha shudders but there's no fight in him, only a growing desperation that Tony understands so well.

“You feel it too, don't you, pup?” Tony asks, keeping his own instincts in check even while it's fighting against his control.

This thing between them can't be stopped now and they both know it.

He digs his fingers in the boy’s too cute curls, wrenching Peter’s face closer so he's staring directly into Tony’s brilliant blue eyes.

The alpha beneath him struggles against his bonds but the scent Tony breathes in is so sweet. The kid is still scent-drunk, probably desperate to get his hands on Tony.

“Are you wishing your hands were free?” Tony nibbles on his ear. “Wishing you could push me down, fuck me as hard as you want instead of this…?”

“This” is the slow rise and drop of Tony's hips, the carefully controlled rhythm that the omega knows isn't enough for an alpha. It isn't enough for him either but he likes this, likes making the alpha ache for him.

His pussy is aching too, hungry for something only this alpha can give him. His knot.

For now, he settles for the way Peter's cock opens him up, making space inside his tight little body that even breathing feels a little difficult. It… feels good… The way Peter's cock fills him up, the fat length of it is a struggle to take. Tony’s legs tremble and he sits down on the alpha’s cock, dragging in a breath even as sweat drips from his temple.

“I’ll let you have it…” Tony promises him as he nuzzles the alpha’s neck, his nose brushing against Peter’s mating gland. The alpha freezes, holding stock still even as his cock throbs inside Tony’s pussy.

Just like how omegas don't steal their mates, omegas also don't bite their mates. Only omegas get bitten.

Unorthodox. Radical. Untraditional.

Those are the words that Tony’s been described as and he doesn't regret it, not one bit. It lets him act without second guessing so when he sinks his sharp omega fangs into his chosen mate, he has no regrets.

Mine.

Peter jerks underneath him, his hips pushing that last stubborn inch of his cock into Tony’s already stuffed pussy. It presses in so deep…! And yet, the omega doesn't release, only bites down harder even when his eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head. The alpha’s cockhead is nestled against something that's never been touched before and it gives Tony a kind of deep aching pleasure he's never felt until now.

The taste of blood fills his mouth. Tangy metallic blood. It barely registers, his entire body squeezing around the alpha’s cock.

If Tony was in heat, it would be a deep mating bite. Without his heat, it's just a bite but one that rouses Peter’s instincts into a frenzy. Even the promise of a mating bite has the alpha you g wild beneath him.

“Ah…!” Tony finally releases his mouthful, gasping when something else catches his attention. He feels the growing presence inside him. Peter’s knot– “Oh… fuck… fuck…!”

The knot pops, expanding quickly and stretching Tony’s insides until he's gasping at the sheer presence of it inside him. The Superior trembles in ecstasy, feeling as though his body is working to accommodate the alpha, and for once, he wonders if it's too much.

The knot grows and grows, leaving no space untouched, every bit of it claimed by the alpha. The omega's clawed fingertips press into Peter’s shoulders and leave little pinpricks of pain as he breathes through the knotting.

Not that Peter feels it. In the high of his orgasm, the alpha is trying his best to give Tony those short desperate thrusts even while he's restrained. Tony feels it when the pup comes. Unrestrained, nothing between them… It's like a torrent of heat flooding an already tightly filled space. Tony feels every pulse, every desperate twitch of the alpha's cock as he pumps him full.

Tony should be pissed. He told the alpha not to come and yet, he ends up chuckling against the bite.

His hips start a slow grind, feeling the shift of the knot in the clutch of his body. It's gotten so big that it's rubbing right against a sweet spot… His cocklet is also getting some sweet friction against the alpha’s toned stomach.

The combined sensations are too much and he's being filled up. His stomach feels like it's bloating with the loads being pumped into him.

Tony’s breath goes ragged. He feels that heavy anticipation in the pit of his stomach, condensing– growing tighter and tighter, that pinnacle of pleasure just within reach… so close… His toes curl and his claws dig into the meat of Peter’s shoulder, deepening the scent of metallic tanginess in the heavy mix of alpha and omega.

Tony bites again as he tips over, clinging to the alpha pup that's brought him so much pleasure. He clamps down on the swollen knot and Peter cries out again, tugging at his bonds.

Wetness spurts between them as Tony comes.

There’s an audible snap, even amongst the pleasured moans and ragged breaths, but it doesn't register what's happened until they go tumbling to the ground. Tony, himself, feels the back of his head knock against the floor but it barely phases him.

The alpha’s newly freed hands grasp Tony’s hips tight in his grip. He covers Tony’s sprawled fucked out body with his own, instincts wild with the urge to mate and breed.

Tony’s physically trapped, caged in by Peter’s body. Some other omega may have panicked but not Tony.

No, the older omega laughs and then he lets go.

He’s never suppressed his scent, not since he became Superior. No one's ever been able to take him down, to mate him, to own him.

This baby alpha though… Tony is going to own him instead.

His scent deepens, the notes in it becoming sharper and wilder. There are hints of metal now emerging, blending so well with his already sweet omega scent. Blending in with Peter’s, it's an entirely new mix and it's intoxicating because it's them.

Just as Tony's claimed the alpha, he's allowing himself to be claimed by his instincts.

This alpha… He’s going to be the Superior's in every sense of the word. And the only way for the bonding to take place is if the Superior goes into heat. The only way he would go into heat is by letting this baby alpha trigger it.

A thrill of the excitement blazes through him and the Superior lets Peter’s rich enticing scent curl into his lungs. It reaches even further inside him and strokes to life a need that Tony hasn't felt in so… so… long…

The Superior begins to ache and oh, what an exciting feeling it is… His instincts heighten even more so, becoming razor sharp even as his body starts to go all buttery soft and warm inside. His thighs tighten around the alpha’s hips.

He’s becoming too hot.

Being fucked, being knotted… Their bodies are joined so intimately, Tony’s omega body eagerly accepting the loads of cum being fucked into him. The regulations his nanotech provides are put to sleep, overwritten, and Tony finally responds in the way his instincts want him to.

It feels like the heat brings his very blood to a simmer then a quick boil. He feels hot all over and his legs come to wrap around the alpha’s waist as he arches his back.

The jewelry stays, the collar being the only safeguard against the alpha mating him. He hasn't earned it yet.

It's the last restraint he leaves but everything else…

They've given themselves over to their instincts.

Tony’s heat, given free rein by the omega himself. Peter’s rut, triggered by the omega’s scent.

There is no fight except the clashing of their bodies, desperate and wild. Sweat and slick, and cum. Peter grinds into him as though his knot isn't being tightly squeezed already, as though he hadn't just fucked the Superior full.

When the knot softens, Tony flips the alpha onto his back. He rocks against the alpha, back arching so that the light catches his jewelry, drawing the alpha's attention once more.

Peter’s fangs flash before the omega leans down and placates him with a kiss.

Their first kiss and it's just as wild as their first fuck.

Peter chases after the Superior's lips when he pulls away, bringing their mouths together in another hungry kiss.

“Mm… mmm!” Peter is inexperienced, that much is clear when one of his alpha fangs cut into Tony’s bottom lip. It gives their kiss a hint of iron to it which only has Tony pressing forward.

Tony licks the drop of blood from the corner of his lips, blue eyes flashing in excitement. The hint of pain quickly passed, his body healing instantly. The memory of it, though, has ignited even more heat in Tony’s body and he starts rolling his hips, the pup’s soft cock growing hard inside him.

He takes control of the kiss, claw tipped fingers digging into the alpha’s hair and pressing into his scalp. Peter rightfully becomes submissive beneath him, giving control to the experienced omega.

A purr rumbles out of Tony before it cuts off. His tongue enters between Peter’s lips and he finds the kid eager.

It takes only a little bit of encouragement before Peter's leaning into him, his tongue stroking Tony’s. The Superior is glad that Shield’s notes were correct. Peter is a fast learner.

His hands wander over the alpha’s shoulders, caressing down his bound arms before slipping between their bodies. When his hand squeezes Peter’s balls, the alpha shudders and whines, hips once more bucking.

So eager.

Tony pulls away and is satisfied with the kissed bruised plumpness of Peter’s lips. His own kissed swollen mouth curved up into a smirk.

He presses his hands down on the alpha’s chest in a silent command but it isn't needed. The rise and fall of his hips has the alpha mesmerized and Peter groans when he catches flashes of his wet cock between Tony's slick thighs.

The Superior strikes once more, just as Peter gasps out a stuttered “C-coming…!”

This time, when Tony’s bite sinks into Peter’s mating gland, it takes and forever bonds the alpha to the omega as Peter breeds him full.

Once more, they're lost in lust and need, their minds ravaged by their instincts.

As Tony’s being fucked–

As he rides the alpha’s cock–

As he’s bent over the table, the hacked video feeds of SHIELD still looking for Peter–

Peter’s teeth bite down on the collar multiple times. He wants to sink his teeth into his omega but Tony distracts him with kisses, with his clever hands pumping his aching cock, with his sweet lips as he mouths the pup’s soft knot…

It all passes in a blur of sex, their bodies well matched. Peter’s youthful stamina is bested by the Superior's experience and enhancements.

Their last mating is in Tony’s bed with the entire building on lockdown. An alert has shown that Shield has finally caught onto Tony but the pair are locked away in a secured nest of their own.

Peter holds him tight, the thumping of his heart a resounding beat against Tony’s back. One of the alpha's hands is fondling his cocklet while the other holds the omega’s leg up in the crook of his elbow, his hips slapping against Tony’s ass in a harsh desperate rhythm.

The mess of cum and slick leaking out of his pussy and ass is ignored as Peter pants heated breaths against his ear. The Superior, too, has his head thrown back, claws digging into the meat of Peter's thighs as he urges him to finish.

“Alpha…” Tony sighs, exhausted but heavily satisfied.

The pup nuzzles against his neck, long used to the fact that the jewelry is there. It's enough… Tony’s wet pussy clamped on him, his sweet mouth calling him alpha… It’s enough…

His cock sinks in with a sloppy squelch and it's wet and hot inside Tony’s pussy… He's been fucked loose, but with the omega’s orgasm, the flutter of his insides along the alpha's cock has the pup whimpering as he gets close once more.

“Gonna come…” Peter gasps out. His cock throbs in its tight little home and his balls pull up taut, ready to deliver.

The omega moans, his body tightening down in further encouragement.

“Give it to me… Give me all of it…” Tony‘s voice is rough but still commanding.

Peter buries his face against Tony's shoulder and with a low groan, he gives in.

Tony closes his eyes and savors the now familiar feeling of being bred. Compared to their first mating, this one won't last as long. He feels the twitching of Peter’s cock inside him as it unloads, the nice stretch of his knot as it fills him again… One load, two… three… then a weaker pulse.

It's still a lot for an alpha but not as much as before. Their heat and rut are winding down but the bond will still be there.

“You’re mine, alpha,” Tony murmurs when they finally settle in.

Unwillingly or not. Everything that is Peter’s is now his. His kisses. His attention. His cock.

He turns in the alpha's arms and Peter nuzzles into his embrace, still in the grips of a mating afterglow.

He's not sure what the morning will bring. How Peter will react, but he knows for certain that he won't let the pup go now or ever.

“Mine,” the omega murmurs and Peter rumbles in contentment.

A soft purr joins him as the night finally ends.

---

Peter wakes up in increments.

He’s warm and comfortable and the most relaxed he's ever been. His limbs feel like they're weighted down, heavy with relaxation. He hasn't felt this content since before the bite, since before Uncle Ben’s passing.

It's unusual but he clings hard to this weightless sense of contentment. His arms tighten around his pillow, bringing it closer, and it's only then that his brain comes online.

He's not hugging a pillow.

His eyes snap open and he comes face to face with New York’s most dangerous omega. He expects adrenaline to kick in hard and for shock/surprise/horror to crash into him, but instead, he's calm.

Calm and something else… His face grows hot while something else beneath the warm blanket grows thick and hard.

He should… should…

The Superior smells so good… And even though most of their activities last night are blurred, Peter remembers. He remembers heat and passion, the tight silky clutch of the older omega’s pussy as it locked on his knot, squeezing down so exquisitely that Peter had to sink his teeth into something to withstand the sheer pleasure he had felt.

Peter’s breath catches in his throat at the memory. He swallows down the influx of saliva that had flooded his mouth and tries to calm down enough that he's not sporting a hard on but it's… It's impossible.

Wait. He had bitten Tony in his lust induced rut. Had he hurt him?!

Peter pulls back, withdrawing his arms as carefully as he can to avoid waking the omega.

The covers get pulled back and Tony– the Superior, the CEO of Stark Industries, the most eligible and most dangerous omega in the country… He curls up like a sleepy kitten, mouth pouting as the warmth from their shared body heat leaves him cold.

Peter’s hit with the instinct to care for him and raise the covers so he's tucked in, nice and warm.

He stops himself because it's only then he can see the damage he’s done to the omega.

Bite marks litter his previously flawless skin. The only thing that had survived was the jewelry the omega had been wearing. So he didn't bite Tony…

He raises his hand to his own mating gland and his fingers come away with flakes of dried blood.

The bite throbs too but it's already healed a lot.

For some reason, the alpha doesn't find himself conflicted about being bonded against his will, even if it's a one-sided mating. He wonders if it's the post mating emotions talking or if the bond linking him to Tony is influencing him.

He’ll never know and he finds that… he's okay with it. At least at this moment.

Looking at the sleeping omega, at his sleeping mate, Peter tries to recall more of what happened.

Peter doesn't remember what happened to his clothing but he can imagine tearing them off in his desperation.

The bite marks, of course, are from him. He remembers, in not so vivid detail, how he'd scraped his fangs over the omega's neck. How he’d settled his mouth over his chest, tongue laving at the omega's nipple and the other hand pinching and twisting the other nipple.

He remembers sinking in deep, slick heat enveloping his cock, a growl in his throat. He remembers using all his strength to fuck the omega senseless, hands leaving bruises on the Superior’s hips, bone hard under the pad of his thumb.

He remembers… the Superior moaning and egging him on, his lips curved in a delighted smile, his lips panting open… He remembers fucking that mouth and spurting a thick load over that sinful mouth.

He sees all the signs of everything they’d done and his cock throbs.

Peter’s eyes gravitate to the Superior’s long tanned legs and it's like something takes control. His hands reach forward, gently settling on top of the omega's knees and then he's pulling them apart.

The Superior’s cocklet is soft against his thigh. His pussy is still puffy and reddened from the hours of mating… Peter had been insatiable, he recalls with a heavy blush. Long hours of slow fucking, his cock plowing through cum and slick… And short quickies that added up to an equal amount of time, Peter humping and grinding, his knot barely softening before he was stuffing the omega full again.

Peter had been truly an alpha lost in rut… he feels an echo of that desperation and wonders if he's still in rut now… He can't take his eyes away from the sight in front of him and his cock is already hard…

Peter’s heart is pounding and he's so excited. Is this what it feels like to be with an omega? There are butterflies in his stomach, he feels lightheaded just looking at Tony… Is he… in love...? He can't be, they don't even know each other! But his heart is in his throat and he wants it so badly… Wants Tony…

A shaking hand reaches out and he pulls those puffy lips apart.

He pushes a finger inside, cock twitching when the sleeping omega moans. Inside, it's hot and wet, just as he remembered it.

What breaks the fragile hold he has on his control is that when he pulls his finger out, creamy white covers it.

He can't take it. He can't–

Before he realizes it, the tip of his cock is pushing its way past the omega’s entrance. He doesn't wait– can't wait– and then he's thrusting into the slick, cum filled pussy of the most dangerous omega he's ever met.

He’s fucking the Superior raw. Does it even matter though? When there's evidence of Peter having already came inside him?

His mind doesn't care even though there's a tiny voice somewhere screaming about what he's doing. Not even about yesterday but what he's doing now. Tony isn't even awake…

It's too good– he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop. He’s had a taste of what it feels like, of what being with the Superior is like. His silly boyish dream of finding a nice gentle mate is nothing compared to the fire the Superior's ignited inside him.

He braces himself over the omega, his snapping with determination and making such obscene wet sounds as his cock moves through cum and slick.

Breedbreedbreed… mate…

The pleasure builds and he can't stop himself. He wants to come inside again… His lips pull up, bearing teeth and sharp alpha fangs. Why can't he control himself…?

He's right at the precipice, his knot growing from soft to hard when Tony wakes up.

He knows because he’s shoved hard enough that he’s knocked into the ceiling to floor windows in front of the bed. They don't shatter, only rattle at the impact.

He slumps to the floor, naked and dazed.

The Superior rises from the bed, brilliant blue eyes aglow as he walks to him, equally naked. Cum trails down his thighs which momentarily distracts Peter until his eyes snap up back to the omega approaching him.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…” Peter stutters, his mind finally clear.

“Fucked me while I was sleeping?” The Superior finishes his sentence.

He looks at Peter with that cold gaze, mouth twitching when he finds Peter’s erection still hard.

Peter doesn't even dare to move when the Superior lifts a delicate foot. He steps down on the alpha’s cock and all Peter does is shudder, feeling humiliated but still so, so turned on. After fucking the omega, his cock is wet with Tony’s slick… and he’d been close to coming that even the pain of being knocked into the wall hadn't phased him. The friction of Tony stepping down on such a sensitive part of his body… Shame makes his face burn even when his cock twitches.

The omega can clearly feel it but he only presses down harder, adding more weight which only makes Peter tremble harder.

“I don't mind that so much, but you were going to come,” the omega says with hooded eyes. “It looks like you’ll need a lot more training.”

He finally steps back but instead of leaving Peter in a humiliated slump on the ground, he slides himself into the alpha’s lap in a single graceful movement. He straddles Peter’s lap and the alpha’s breath catches in his throat when Tony positions his cock at the entrance of his pussy.

He shudders, hands clenching at his sides when Tony sinks down, throwing his head back as the alpha’s cock stretches his insides with its wide girth.

“Hmm… Already learning… Good boy…” the Superior praises him.

Peter doesn't know what he did right but all he does is stare in stupefied wonder as the omega fucks himself on Peter’s cock.

“Don't make me do all the work,” the omega commands and takes Peter's hands and places them on his hips. “Fuck me. And don't come until I say you can.”

“Yes, sir…”

Now that he's given permission and he knows the omega won't eviscerate him, Peter eagerly joins in. His hands grip the omega's hips, finding a familiar hold and fucking the omega just as he ordered. He mouths at the bruises he'd left on Tony’s collarbones, adding even more and appeasing his instinct to mark and claim.

“Maybe if you're good… I’ll let you bite me where it counts…” the words are whispered in his ear.

Bite…? Peter almost comes on the spot.

To mate the Superior…

Peter’s eyes go hazy as lust takes over. When Tony tilts his chin up, he eagerly offers his mouth, moaning when the omega kisses him breathless.

#starker #madstarker writes #omegaverse #alpha peter parker #omega tony stark #superior iron man

[captshipper]

do-nut november | 01. creampie

Starker | A/B/O | Alpha Peter Parker x Omega Tony Starker | explicit sexual content

cw: implied underage

Tony's an old man, his last heat was before the whole ordeal where he was busy in a cave with shrapnel wrecking havoc on his chest.

there's still something delicious about how risky it feels despite all of it. Peter's too young to be a father, Tony's too old to be a mother. he fucks the man, who's definitely old enough to be his parent, raw anyways. because he likes it. because Tony likes it. it feels good, the way the friction makes his whole body burn. it's warm and wet, he ignore the disappointment of needing lube to fuck an omega who can't produce slick enough.

Tony's has been his hero for a long time, and he still is, even when he's laying on his back, legs spread open and ass open to take Peter's above average alpha cock. he's still lovely and awesome with face and chest flustered, cute omega little cock dripping precum all over himself.

Peter wants to breed him.

he has to be careful, for all his accomplishments as a hero, Tony's just human. he's just a man. softly muscular, beautiful man that takes Peter's cock like a champ. he'll let fucking roughly and painfully to one of the many toys Tony provided him. reinforced to not break under Peter's unyielding strength, unlike Tony's body.

it can still be intense, Tony's always so tight and hot that it takes almost too much will power to not knot him right there.

Peter hold him and fucks hard but not too hard. it's filthy and filthier when the stimulation is enough to make him come. Peter's young, fertile, and a generous cum-giver. and rope after rope of cum painting Tony's insides is enough to make his back arch, mouth form Peter's name in a pleasant noise and his cock shoot cum all over himself.

Tony whines when Peter pulls out, still hard and still with cum to give. the young hero licks his lips and watches Tony's hole. well used, sensitive and pretty, Tony whines again when cum drips out slowly. a feral part of Peter growls at waste of good cum, of the breeding opportunity.

the rest of him loves that his hero is well-fucked and leaking marks of Peter's ownership..

#starker #do-nut november 2023 #starker smut #starker fanfiction #tony stark x peter parker #omegaverse au #alpha peter parker #omega tony stark #smut fic #smut drabble #costa's starker omegaverse

[winterspiderpurrs]

" Do we have sunblock?"

The sound of some ruffled fabric could be heard.

"No, don't see any in the bag. Add to the list!"

" That it? I can head out while you finish packing, but call me before I get back. I ain't going back to the store once I'm back home. "

" I know I know, if its not on the list it doesn't get picked up" a laugh is heard and then the sound of a zipper

" I'll start sorting the suitcase out, oh! Add condoms only got a couple left. "

" We don't need them,"

" Babe, I know you. We need them. "

" We can go without this time. It's fine. "

" You know that the birth control doesn't work for you, and with no condom? Do you want to get pregnant ?" There was laugh.

" Yes. Sure.... if you want"

There was a crash from the bedroom and then the sound of running feet.

Bucky and Peter face each other staring each other down.

Bucky clears his throat and then looks down at the list. " I can add them on to th-"

" NO! I mean... no.. if ..if your sure? "

Peter touches Bucky arm.

" Yeah... been thinkin' about it.... wanna pup.. your pup.."

Peter moves his arms to pull Bucky into a hug. He nuzzles at his collar bone before getting up on his tiptoes to kiss along the mating bite he left there 3 years earlier.

" Yeah? You know I'll give you anything you want... your MY Omega, and if you want a pup... "

He squeezes Bucky again and kisses his jaw.

" I'll never force you to have my pup. But it would be an honor for you to be willin to carry our pup... I love you Bucky"

Bucky leans down and kisses Peter, wrapping his arms around him now. " I love you too Alpha... Peter..."

Peter smiles brightly up at Bucky.

" I can't wait to see the look on Tony's face when we tell him"

Bucky laughs and shakes his head.

" Steve is gonna cry and I bet you anything that Tony will be knocked up not long after we announce it"

#writing prompt #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #omegaverse au #alpha beta omega #abo #alpha peter parker #omega bucky barnes #alpha steve #omega tony #winterspiderpurrs #stony

[winter-spiders]

I need y'all to hear me out because I'm a firm Omega!Bucky x Alpha!Peter believer.

Omega!Bucky speeding while driving home, in the middle of nowhere and getting pulled over by Alpha!Peter and Bucky batting his eyelashes and pulling his shirt subtly to the side to kinda just show off his unmarked neck.

Peter stuttered while asking if he knew why he was pulled over and Bucky said "I am so sorry officer, I think my heat is about to start, and it's just so hard to think straight when I'm slick and needy like this"

Bucky has been pulled over so many times, and this fucking excuse has worked almost every time, except Peter gets a bit too horny from Bucky's excuse and decides to go a little bad cop on him.

Maybe Peter takes Bucky to the back of his cop car and watches Bucky beg and plead for just a ticket or a charge to forget about all of this.

Obviously, Peter can't drop it, he's gotten too far. If maybe he could just get a little taste of that delicious omegas slick Bucky was talking about earlier.

I mean it's only fair, you know?

#winterspider #winter-spiders #omega bucky barnes #alpha peter parker #bucky barnes x peter parker #bucky x peter #peter parker x bucky barnes #drabble #winterspider imagine

[selene-borealis]

Post-IW AU where they win against Thanos but it still takes the Guardians time to bring back Tony, Peter, and Strange due to plot convenient reasons. Anyways while they’re gone Rhodey warns the others about Tony’s new mate, who is extremely overprotective of him and really strong and all that jazz. The team doesn’t put together the dots due to Peter’s age (let’s say he’s 19 here, but obviously there’s still quite the gap).

Then Peter and Tony come home and the team realizes Peter is not only Spider-Man but also Tony’s mate. And everything goes well after that, they don’t really think about Peter being overprotective anymore due to his sunny nature, until Tony gets injured during a mission. Then the team watches Peter go absolutely feral to protect his (secretly pregnant) mate, and Rhodey meanwhile is like, “I told you so”

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #spider man #abo #alpha peter parker #omega tony stark #rhodey #war machine #idk this just popped into my brain and i don’t feel like writing it #so if you do feel free #just reblog with the link

[monster-cock69]

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

#especially if he knows how he used to be as an alpha but physically cannot act that way anymore and just doesn't get his instincts anymore #winterspider #ITS SO HOT #AND YOU KNOW IT #peter parker #Bucky barnes #prompt #avengers #marvel #spiderman #winter soldier #someone please write this #omegaverse #omega peter #alpha bucky

[starker-sorbet]

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

@fluffbruary 2024 day 1 : downy | clinic | nuance

#starker #fluffbruary 2024 #clinic #married starker #alpha tony #omega peter #omegaverse au #omegaverse #moodboard #my moodboard #tw: omegaverse #tw: mpreg #peter parker is an adult here

[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

#pparkerbingo23 #tstarksbingospectacular #marvel #mcu #starker #peter parker #tony stark #mcu omegaverse #omega peter parker #alpha tony stark #statisticalcats creations #pro fiction safe

[ozzinbloggin]

ASM #39

#Harry Osborn #Peter Parker #616 spider man #Gwen Stacy #HarryPeter #Alpha Gwen #The Osborn Family Drama #I will always obsess over the tone and change of dynamics when Romita took over as artist from Ditko #I think it speaks to a lot of their influence #It's really curious that Harry's dialogue here sets up the idea that his and Norman's past dynamic #was closer to what we'll see when Norman gets amnesia #yet Norman's flashbacks in the next issue paints him as not as cruel as he was after the accident but still colder than the rest of this run #also I don't like the scope of the LMD parent plot but I do like how you can tie it to the start of Peter and Harry's friendship

[atrwriting]

Peter Parker / Spider-Man (Tom Holland) Masterlist

below the cut ;)

BFFS - Alpha!Peter Parker x Omega!reader

One Shot

#alpha peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #peter parker au #peter parker #Peter smut #Peter fic #Peter imagine #Spiderman smut #spiderman imagine #spiderman fic #tom holland #no way home

[the-mad-starker]

Kinktober 02: Baby Alpha Fucks Milf’s Milky Tits (1/2)

Day 20 and I'm posting Day 2 of kinktober haha 🥲 I'm trying!

Anyway, this is for my dear friend who requested a Stud Muffin 3. And TY @graceful-starker !!! Gracie really got me working on this when I was dragging my feet and tbh, you can blame her for this being two parts cause the ideas just kept coming lol

Day 2: Lactation | Roleplay | Inflation

inflation in part is 2!

Summary:

At @khalixascorner 's request, a part 3 to Stud Muffin with the request for preggy character and milky tits 😂

Part 3 of Omega-Turned-Alpha! Peter

Notes: Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Lactation Kink, Bottom Tony Stark, Top Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Peter Parker, Omega-Turned-Alpha, Intersex Omegas, Knotting, Mpreg, Sexual Roleplay, Starkercest roleplay, Come Inflation, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

WC: 3540 (AO3)

Stud Muffin Series (AO3)

💗💗💗

This was heaven, Peter hazily decided.

He was drunk on Tony's milk, his hands holding down the omega's wrists above his head. His mouth was latched onto one of his omega's nipples, the hard little nub encouraged by swipes of his tongue to give him more and more.

The milk flowed, sweet and consistent. A good supply of it came with just the barest hint of encouragement.

The studded alpha pulled off, swallowing down the sweet omega milk with a satisfied sigh. Beneath him, his omega was sprawled on his back, his tits exposed through the narrow V of his unbuttoned shirt.

Peter had perhaps popped a few buttons off but the visual was worth it. The fine fabric of Tony's shirt was pushed to the sides, almost framing the gentle swell of his chest.

Both nipples were hard, one still shiny wet from Peter's mouth and the other was dripping milk from the neglect. There was an endearing flush that had traveled down the omega's neck and it crept down his collarbones and made his chest flush pink.

With a gentle touch, Peter reached out and rolled the neglected nipple between two fingers.

Tony let out a high pitched moan, restless. Milk beaded up between Peter's fingers and he ached to take that drop between his lips. He'd clean up the mess, giving his sweet omega a nice suck before lapping up the spill of milk that had trailed down to where his shirt was pushed aside.

But first–

"Mama," Peter called to his mate.

A new game, a new exciting element to this play between them. It made his omega so wet and it made Peter's alpha dick drip.

Tony's eyes snapped open, hunger and desire quickly tucked away to make the game more realistic.

Peter was playing the role of a possessive alpha son and his sweet milky mate was his Mama. It was a fantasy but one that both got them going.

"Pete," Tony said, a hesitant smile on his kiss-swollen mouth, "You've had enough?"

Beneath him, Tony's body trembled with pleasure even as he half-heartedly pushed against Peter's grip.

"Let me up, kiddo," Tony said as though Peter not letting go was just a matter of the alpha forgetting. Tony's gaze darted to the door of their bedroom before coming back to the alpha on top of him. "Your alpha father will be home soon, I should get ready…"

Alpha father? There was no other alpha besides Peter– Oh.

Peter's breath caught in his throat as another element to the game was introduced. Tony had never mentioned a pretend alpha before.

Even knowing it was part of a game, the younger alpha's instincts flared in possessiveness at the thought. It was easy for his emotions to become volatile, for his mind to go hazy with heightened instincts.

The thought of another alpha was just another trigger and Peter's grip tightened to an almost bruising strength on Tony's wrists.

"Mama," Peter groaned as he leaned down, aiming for Tony's neglected nipple.

"Pete–" Tony protested, futilely kicking his legs against the bed.

Even with one hand, Peter was able to hold his Mama's hands in place. His other hand traveled down past the open button-up shirt and settled on his omega Mama's slight baby bump.

He'd made his claim clear. Everyone could see it, even this pretend alpha who threatened to take his Mama away.

"He still doesn't know, huh, Mama?" Peter groaned.

Between his legs, his alpha cock was starting to thicken. It had already been half hard but now, with the need to claim, it was growing even harder in preparation.

"He'll be home soon, baby," Tony threw out as though it would deter his young alpha son from fucking him. He clearly felt the heat of Peter's cock and the way it was starting to fatten up, thicker and longer than any of his previous partners.

"He doesn't know," Peter repeated as he bent down and licked around Tony's neglected nipple, catching the drops of milk on his tongue.

"Don't– I don't know… ah… what you're talking about, Pete." Tony kept pretending though his voice went breathless. Peter knew that the sensation of his tongue swirling around and teasing the omega's puffy areola felt good.

Tony stifled a moan as Peter finally stopped his teasing and pulled the nipple fully into his mouth, engulfing it in heat even as the milk dribbled out onto his tongue.

The alpha allowed him a moment of reprieve but only because he decided that drinking down the creamy sweetness was more important. Tony's body arched into his once he started suckling. His fingers twitched weakly in Peter's grip as the alpha pulled milk from his body, groaning around the sweet creamy taste.

When Peter was certain that Tony was made limp and docile, he pulled off just enough to murmur his next words like sweet nothings into a lover's ear.

"The pup is mine," Peter said. "He doesn't know yet… But he'll put two and two together when he finds his omega wife in bed with his son, right, Mama?"

He looked up coquettishly at the omega and the brief flash of heat he saw in Tony's eyes told him that the omega was right on board.

---

It had started simply enough.

A simple mistake.

Tony had been holding Peter's arm and had stopped to coo at the tiny baby clothes in the shop window. Peter had made sure to hold onto his mate, knowing that if he let go that Tony would simply walk in and buy the entire store on a whim.

"Oh, that's so sweet," a passing omega commented. A stroller stopped beside them, a sleeping pup inside. The stranger gave them a knowing smile and Peter flushed.

Other omegas seemed to just know when another omega was pregnant. Not that it wasn't obvious, with Tony absentmindedly rubbing the small baby bump he had and Peter preening in smug satisfaction beside him.

"How far along are you?" The omega stranger asked Tony, smiling.

"Three months!" Tony told her proudly. As a male omega, they showed much earlier. Peter had been amazed.

The stranger turned to Peter then and honestly, Peter hadn't known what to expect.

Skepticism? Peter was a lot younger and looked like it when compared to his omega mate.

Whatever it was, Peter was prepared.

"And I'm sure big brother is just as excited?" The omega lady asked and Peter's world stopped.

Brother?!

---

Tony had teased him and Peter had endured it with stammers and flushed cheeks. It was the first time they had been mistaken for parent and child. But despite it being the first, it wasn't the last. It didn't matter that Tony Stark was a well known multi-billionaire that had recently been taken off the market. All people saw was that he was an older omega and that Peter was a younger alpha.

Peter's alpha pheromones were even stronger than any other. Since he was newly coming into his alphaness, his pheromones were thick and potent. Anyone giving him a sniff would think he was a newly presented alpha with how the scent of arousal and desperate horniess was constantly clinging to him.

He blamed Tony for being so fuckable. he blamed Tony for making him this way, for studding him from a normal omega with a healthy sex drive into a knothead of an alpha who was shameless in fucking his omega. And God, he needed it so often once the studding was complete. He always needed his new alpha dick wet and dripping from being in his omega mate.

They were both often drenched in each other's scent, as they should be for a newly mated couple with a healthy sex life. It was just that… the age gap thing… People got the wrong idea. His scent was thick on his omega mate, but others passed it off as a needy child smothering their omega parent in their alpha scent.

Clearly, clearly, they were parent and child.

Tony never corrected them and Peter… went along with it.

It was as if the universe had set out to tease him but the mistake was made often.

They were mistaken for parent and child again and again. And the thought made its way into Peter's brain and eventually… it made its way into their bedroom.

In this scene of theirs… They were Mama and baby boy. Peter was Tony's much loved alpha son and in their little scenes, Tony was indulgent and sometimes reluctant but he always helped his son with his problems. He couldn't deny his son, especially when said something had just gone through a grueling transformation from omega to alpha.

Just like in reality, Tony's baby alpha was in constant need of regulating… things… In handling the influx of instincts and possessiveness. Peter, as Tony's baby boy, had so many needs and Mama never failed to satisfy them.

And right now, Peter was desperately in need. Especially when Tony murmured out a breathy, "Baby boy…"

"Mama," Peter murmured, his hands drifting scandalously to his omega Mama's hips.

Tony squirmed beneath him and even more so when Peter maneuvered one of his legs to wrap around the alpha's hip.

"Pete, baby," Tony groaned, "don't say that– this pup… can't be yours, sweetheart… I'm your Mama, why would you–"

A press of his teeth against Tony's sensitive nipple had the omega squeaking. One of his hands escaped Peter's hold but instead of shoving Peter off, Tony grabbed the base of his hair. Fingers dug in as his back arched, pushing more of his tit into Peter's warm mouth.

"Fucked– mm– fucked a pup into you," Peter said. His words were muffled but Tony still got the message. His grip on Peter's hair tightened and tingles of pain started to radiate from there. It still felt good, everything Tony did to him felt good.

"Shh, baby, don't talk nonsense," Tony panted. "Just drink your milk and finish before your dad comes home."

Again. Tony must really be trying to rile him up with the thought of another alpha taking what belonged to Peter.

Peter wouldn't stand for it, Tony was his. His omega, his Mama.

With a growl, Peter reared up. Before his Mama could do more than gasp at the cold taking Peter's place, the alpha had his hands at the buckle of Tony's pants.

"Peter!" Tony protested but those protests were halfhearted, his one free hand easily being batted away.

Peter divested his Mama of his belt and before Tony could act, he had the length of leather tying the omega's wrists together and secured to the top of the bed frame.

Startled, Tony gave his bonds a shake and Peter hid a smile at the rattle it made as it remained secured. His Mama wasn't going anywhere.

He rose up on his knees and caught Tony's attention. His sweats were shoved down to his hips and with it, his alpha cock sprang out.

Tony's milk had helped nourish this body when he was in the process of studding. He had filled out some but compared to other alphas, he was still pretty lithe in stature.

His cock, though, was all alpha. It was like he was born to be this, to be an alpha more than willing to breed up the omega trembling beneath him. To be everything that his Mama needed. He was made for his Mama, and his cock ached to return to the familiar warmth of his Mama's body.

"Mama," Peter murmured as he started to stroke his cock. His hand went from root to tip, catching the thick drops of cum at the head and spreading it out over the generous length of his erection. "Look what you did to me, Mama. I'm so hard… Won't you help me, Mama?"

Tony's mouth dropped open a little and there was a hazy sheen to his eyes as he followed the smooth motion of Peter's hand. There was a hunger in his gaze that had Peter's cock grow even harder, thickening up to full mast.

"This wasn't… Baby, when you said you wanted to be an alpha, this wasn't what I had in mind," Tony murmured coquettishly. "You'd do this to your own Mama? Not my sweet alpha boy… He wouldn't…"

Peter sighed as he squeezed his alpha cock, barely able to keep his eyes open when it twitched hard in his hands. Another thick drop threatened to drip from his slit. He let it and it splattered down over his omega's swelling belly.

"Mama," Peter said patiently, "Dad wasn't satisfying you."

His mind raced to come up with the fake situations he needed for this.

"I could hear you in my room…" Peter said, still stroking his cock. He was getting harder and harder just thinking about it, his sweet omega being ravished in the room next door. It made fire flare in the pit of his stomach. "He wasn't satisfying you, Mama… But I know I can. I was made for you…"

Tony's lips trembled, caught between reluctance and the need to help his baby boy. A discrete check informed Peter that Tony's cocklet was tenting his pants.

"Mama… I can't take it anymore," Peter groaned out. "Please, Mama, can't I…?"

Tony's eyes remained fixed on Peter's alpha cock and then with a resigned sigh, he closed his eyes. His legs inched apart, spreading open for his needy alpha son.

"Okay, baby, okay… Take what you need," Tony allowed, a mother spoiling their needy child.

Peter purred but he didn't go for the prize Tony was offering him.

Instead, he shuffled himself forward on his knees and put himself in the place he wanted to. He kept his weight off the omega but his cock… His cock fit right between Tony's small chest.

At the unexpected touch, Tony's breath stuttered in his chest and his eyes flew open. He almost went cross-eyed trying to look at Peter's cock rubbing between the shallow valley between his pecs.

"Mm…" Peter moaned as he balanced himself and began rutting his cock between his omega mama's tits.

"Baby, I thought you were going to…" Tony gasped before falling silent.

"Stick it in you?" Peter panted as he looked down and into Tony's eyes. "I still can, Mama… But wanted to do this… Wanted Mama's tits first. You said I could take what I need, right, Mom? I need this…"

Tony was quiet for a while after that. Peter didn't pay it any mind, caught up in the sight of his thick alpha cock surrounded by the softness of his omega's tits. His precum smeared messy and thick between the omega's tits and every pass Peter's cock made between that space left it messier than before.

"Peter, untie me," Tony mumbled out.

Peter looked up to see his Mama wiggling his hands about, the leather still keeping him bound.

"Why?" Peter questioned. His hips continued their smooth roll, dragging his cock over soft skin.

"I…" His Mama's face was already flushed but whatever thought he had in his pretty little head made the pink in his cheeks deepen. "My chest… isn't big enough for you to… feel good…"

Peter frowned and looked down and yes, his Mama was right. Omega males didn't develop large chests, only a modest handful. Peter hadn't minded because it was Tony but the way Peter was fucking Tony's chest only had the omega's tits brushing against the sides of his cock.

"Are you offering to help, Mama?" Peter asked, wondering if Tony wanted to participate more than being a helpless mama enduring his son's inappropriate attention.

"You said this is what you wanted…" Tony murmured, eyes dropping. "If Mama helps you… It'll be enough, right? If I can help, then maybe we can finish before your father gets home…"

The flare of possessiveness that speared through Peter left him almost breathless. When Tony raised his eyes again, Peter knew what he wanted to do.

"Okay, Mama, if you can make me come before dad gets home…" Peter offered in consideration.

Tony gave a nod and Peter released his hands, easy as that.

He watched as Tony glanced at him before his eyes dropped to the task at hand.

Peter's abdominal muscles trembled as Tony placed his hands on either side of his milky tits. When he pushed them together, it still wasn't enough to completely engulf Peter's cock in a satisfying mimicry of a sleeve but the pressure, the warmth… the friction when Peter gave a curious thrust…

"Ah, Mama," Peter moaned as he started to thrust into the warmth of his Mama's tits. "it feels better, thank you, Mama… Mama's tits feel so good…"

Thrust… thrust… The motion of his hips became forceful and made the bed creak more loudly.

Peter could really lose himself to this. The softness of his omega's chest, the friction surrounding his needy cock…

Could he come like this…? He peered down at his omega and found Tony completely focused on his task of pleasuring his baby alpha with just his tits.

"That's it, baby alpha," Tony muttered under his breath, more focused on making sure he could cover as much of Peter's cock.

It was probably a harder task than it looked.

Peter's thrusting was jostling the omega on the bed. On top of that, Peter's abundant precum made it messy and slippery. And Tony's milk was still coming, especially with the added pressure against his chest. Drops of milk were slipping down his nipples and either spilling onto his fingers or adding to the mess where Peter's cock was fucking back and forth.

Messy and wet, with Tony's breathless encouragement… Peter could surely come like this.

Instead, he punched his Mama's nipples between his fingers and gave them a tug.

"Ah!" The surprise and shock of pain and pleasure in Tony's voice almost made Peter come right there. "What are you–?!"

"Need more, Mama," Peter told him while also thinking, you need more. He tugged on Tony's sore nipples, pulling them closer to the center above his cock.

"Baby…" Tony's voice trembled, "It… it hurts…"

But the pleasure in his voice betrayed the lie for what it was.

"Just a little more, Mama…" Peter promised, "Just a little more…"

Tony allowed it with a few breathless gasps. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of his tits, trembling hands trying to maintain the shape and tightness of Peter's current fucktoy.

"Tell me to come, Mama…" Peter begged when the pleasure was reaching a peak inside him. More milk was spilling readily and adding to the wet creamy mess that Peter was fucking through.

"Oh… Oh fuck, Pete…" Tony moaned, wiggling impatiently underneath him. "Come, already… Just come…"

"Mm… okay, Mama…" Peter gasped as he finally let go.

His knot popped, the massive ball at the base inflating and pressing against the bottom of Tony's tits. He tried shoving his hips forward as though knotting Tony's pussy.

There wasn't any space though so there was a prickle of pain as his knot was left alone. He barely noticed it before his orgasm swept through him.

Cum spurted out of his heavy cock. He could feel the intensity of it as his cock pulsed and twitched in its soft little home. Then he saw it as it spilled out in thick ropes, shooting so far that it splattered on Tony's collarbones and his face.

It was so much but Peter only groaned as it continued to spill out. When his cock wasn't as sensitive, he managed a few desperate twitches, his Mama's milk messy hand helping him out and squeezing his knot. Milking him…

A few leftover spurts of cum dribbled from where his cockhead peaked out from where it was smothered in Tony's tits. Another long thrust had Peter's cock dragging the mess of his cum and adding it to the mess between Tony's tits.

Milk and cum.

With a groan, his Mama finally released his poor breasts and Peter sighed in contentment. He moved down so that he could lean over his Mama and drag his tongue through their combined mess. The saltiness of his cum and the sweet creamy taste of his Mama's milk… The taste of them was delicious and only made Peter's mouth fill with more spit even as he swallowed it down.

Tony's hands carded through his hair, making a mess there too but Peter didn't care.

"Are we done, baby boy?" Tony's voice called Peter from his mission of licking up every drop of the mess he made.

Tony expected the scene to end… And sometimes, it was like this. Sometimes, Tony got such a high from their scene that he could easily rub one out, or Peter could easily suck him off. They'd call it a day and share an intimate shower as two people in love.

Mama and Baby boy can take a test until next time.

Instead, Peter cuddled up next to Tony, and his hips hesitantly pressed against the omega's.

"Mama…"

Peter wasn't done. Baby boy wasn't done with Mama yet and next to him, there was a sharp inhale as Tony got the message.

"Baby boy…"

#starker #nff #madstarker writes #omegaverse #starkercest roleplay #intersex omegas #lactation kink #non traditional omegaverse #alpha peter parker #omega tony stark #kinky madstarker 2023

[captshipper]

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.”

#starker #starker fanfiction #starker smut #do-nut november 2023 #starker au #i'll write transmasc alpha peter x alpha tony for fun #alpha peter parker #trans peter parker #alpha tony stark #costa's starker omegaverse #starker omegaverse

[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

#writing prompt #i need someone to write it #starker #starker prompt #tony stark x peter parker #alpha tony #alpha beta omega #omegaverse au #alpha and omega #omega peter parker #winterspiderpurrs

[winter-spiders]

hrrr thinkin ab Omega Sam and Alpha Peter again here’s some headcannons

Them getting together because Sam went into heat while on a stealth mission with Peter

Peter admitting that Sam is the first person he’d ever kissed or slept with because he had only presented a few months earlier

Alpha Peter getting mad that Sam's mating bite on his neck won’t stay because of his healing.

Sam wanting to nest with Peter 24/7 but can’t because he has an Avengers team to lead

Peter breaking ‘stereotypical’ household roles, because Sam is always out working and Peters is the one home, cooking and cleaning more often than not

Bucky once asked why Peter is home cooking dinner and cleaning the house “Because Peter is the alpha here” and long story short Bucky ended up with a broken jaw, Sam got a black eye, and he got to nest with Peter extra long that night, and woke up to breakfast in bed, as a treat.

(Sam also had to hold Peter back from swinging off to kill bucky, because “he hurt my omega”)

They have a little calendar to mark when their heats and ruts are, but after being together for so long (3 years strong baby 💪), they end up happening in the same week every month.

Tony, Peter's adopted father, almost had an aneurysm when Peter, his baby, came home from a mission with a mating bite and draped all over his fellow avenger.

(he also gave peter a certificate for a vasectomy, just because he didn't want to babysit a spiderfalcon baby)

Rhodey, Peter's other adopted father, saw the mating bites and stopped them, pulled a pistol (from somewhere, they still don't know where) on the counter, and said "make him cry, sniffle, or sob over something you did, you won't have a working jaw anymore."

okay im done, leave an ask if you want more 💕

#spiderfalcon #peter x sam #sam x peter #winter-spiders #alpha peter parker #omega sam wilson

[barnesify]

enchanted ୨୧ winterspider abo

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

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

read on ao3!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like a siren, Bucky drifted deeper into the crowd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But daddy, I—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky was shaking with anxiety.

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

Bucky wasn’t quite as sure as Clint.

#winterspider #abo #omegaverse #omega peter #alpha bucky #bucky barnes #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #steve rogers #clint barton #royalty au #abo au #lee writes #fic #ficlet #drabble