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Can you like... Not????????
Fuck.
Peter not losing only his mate but also the last bond he shared with Tony. Their unborn pup.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Okay but omega Peter having a miscarriage at the final battle scene when Tony dies.
And at first people just thinks he is injured. Maybe Stephen came over to him as he collapsed in the crowd. He knew that Tony wasn't going to survive, but he didn't see this. The air filling with the smell of more blood. Peter is crying more " I'm fine..I... it's natural. Don't....don't worry."
And it takes Bruce; who spent all those months with Tony to piece it together. To realize that he was miscarriaging and states that. "Sometimes, when a bond is torn apart because of their mate dying, it's too much strain. It can cause a miscarriage."
That gets everybody shook. Cause that makes them rethink of 5 years earlier, how sick Tony was when he got back to Earth. They all thought it was space sickness/starvation, but it was more. They realized that now.
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I need more perryshmirtz fanfics from Perry's POV where he's always thinking "how can anyone think this man is evil?? Look at him, he’s a wet cat"
I also need more fanfics with the tag "accidental baby acquisition", I just love reading father Heinz Doofenshmirtz in action, Vanessa being a big sister and Perry being a simp (someone at OWCA leaves an "Im not the stepdad Im the dad that stepped up" mug at Perry's desk)
#simp Perry is my favorite Perry#perry the human#human perry#perryshmirtz#perry the platypus#heinz doofenshmirtz#god I wish I was a writer too#but I only have the drawing type of artist gene#I wonder if Peter would go give the baby a few gifts#fanfic prompt#it could also be an accidental pregnancy fic but I understad that's not everyone's cup of tea#in this case it would either be a omegaverse/abo AU type of situation or a trans headcanon#I swear I saw someone here talking about omega Heinz being the one that carried Vanessa - I'm not opposed to the idea
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Once you start thinking abt omega Jason Todd ur life is over— like FU C K
Tits. Ass. Thighs. TYPICAL OMEGA ASSETS OK? OK. also idk. Him in a collar? Stunning. Also something about nesting is absolutely insane. God. FUCK. AAAH.
also jay having 'only omega child' syndrome? beautiful. Hiding his designation usually... gap moe... or OR USING IT TO HIS ADVANTAGE????? Jesus Christ. I'm going to die. Also. Heats. He's warm and flushed and curled up. What more do you WANT ????
only omega child syndrome YES YOU GET ME BABE !!!!!
these are my exact omega jason thoughts and rambles and bestie can confirm because we are the same @jstodd 🙌🏽
he most definitely either doesn't understand how painfully attractive he is/how badly alphas drool after him or he's so aware that he uses it to his advantage. yes he can afford whatever he wants but also he's gonna have fun batting his pretty eyelashes at toxic alphas to get them to waste their money on him. he WILL drag them around for the girls who were done dirty by them. leading cocky alphas on is his game.
on the other hand is a jason who never realizes when someone is flirting with him because he has like zero familiarity with the concept of someone actually liking him (he died when he was 15 and awkward give him a break + his self esteem is like below zero). it's just a constant of jason being insanely clueless when alphas flirt with him and the bats not understanding how someone so smart and capable can be so oblivious. (bruce is secretly glad jason doesn't realize because he's rejecting all of these alphas and bruce's protective alpha father side doesn't have to get.. involved)
yes he has overprotective siblings and an overbearing father. yes he absolutely despises it and wishes he knew more omegas.
#i love omega jason <3#people who hate on omegaverse are weakkkk because it's genuinely so fun to explore a universe like that#jason todd#red hood#jason peter todd#jason todd headcanon#omega jason todd#asks!!-
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hes desperate or something idk.....
#werepire au#drawing#saw#ok i know this is a cop-out from drawing a real continuation of that but you KNOW what happens next............#or maybe one day ill write it idk im already writing an omega hoffman fic hfgjkhdfgkjgdfjkghhgjg itll have to wait til that one is done#hoffstrahm#coffinshipping#peter strahm#mark hoffman#anyway hoffman doesnt know what hes agreeing to lmao Is He Ready???? does he have werewolf stamina???? they will find out#saucy raisin
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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
#Peter parker#spiderman#marvel au#Spiderman au#Peter Parker au#tom holland#alpha spiderman#alpha Peter parker#omega verse#alpha Peter#Peter Parker smut#Peter Parker imagine#Peter Parker fit
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Andrew Garfield and human sunshine personified Ke Huy Quan inside the 95th Oscars!
AWWW THEY LOOK SO GOOD ❤️
#andrew garfield#ke huy quan#ke huy quan living your best life#red carpet king#they're so precious#they are so adorable#awards#the oscars#oscars 2023#the oscars 2023#oscars#fendi fashion#omega watches#yurman jewels#everything everywhere all at once#peter parker#spider man#tasm#the amazing spider man#tasm peter parker#tasm peter#andrew peter parker#andrew peter#black suit#sincericida
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𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
Parings → Alpha! Peter Parker x Omega! Reader
Warnings → fluff
Summary → For the first time you're nesting in Peter's room.
You let out a soft sigh of contentment as you finally finished arranging your nest. The mountain of blankets, pillows, and soft clothes was piled high, smelling exactly like Peter. His scent wrapped around you, filling the air with warmth and security. You nestled into the middle of the makeshift bed, hugging one of Peter’s worn shirts close to your chest.
May had been more than understanding when you knocked on the door earlier, cheeks flushed, and quietly asked if you could stay over for the afternoon.
“I’m nesting,” you had whispered, feeling shy.
Her eyes softened instantly. “Of course, sweetie. Come right in. Peter should be home after school. You know where his room is.”
You were grateful for how much she understood. After settling into Peter’s room, you had spent hours gathering every piece of soft fabric and clothing that reminded you of him. His bed was at the center of it all, now buried under the layers of warmth you’d created. You felt at ease here, knowing this was your space, your safe little corner of the world while you nested.
The door of the apartment clicked open, the familiar sound of Peter arriving home. Your heart sped up, already feeling the connection between you and him grow stronger. Your Alpha was home.
You stayed curled up in the middle of your nest, listening as Peter called out to his aunt.
“Hey, May! I’m home!”
“Peter, your Omega is your room,” May called back from the kitchen.
There was a pause, and you could practically hear the confusion in Peter’s voice when he answered. “Wait, Y/n’s here?”
“She’s nesting,” May added softly, “in your room.”
Another pause.
“Oh.”
You smiled to yourself, feeling a small wave of nervousness. You hadn’t seen Peter all day, and now that he was about to walk into his room and find you nestled in his scent, your stomach flipped with excitement.
You could hear his soft footsteps approaching up the stairs, then the door creaked open. Peter stepped into the room, and the moment his eyes landed on you, a slow smile spread across his face.
“Hey,” he said, voice soft, as though he were afraid to disturb your nest.
You sat up slightly, arms still wrapped around his hoodie. “Hi, Peter.”
He looked at the mountain of blankets and clothes around you, his eyes shining with curiosity. “Are… are those my clothes?”
You flushed but nodded. “Yeah. I hope it’s okay. I just—your scent—it’s comforting.”
Peter’s smile widened, and he stepped further into the room, letting the door close behind him. “Of course, it’s okay. I didn’t expect to find you nesting here, though. You usually like doing it at home.”
You shrugged, biting your lip. “I just wanted to be closer to you this time. I don’t know. It feels right, like… I need you more.”
Peter looked at you with an affectionate glint in his eyes, his heart clearly melting at your words. “You don’t have to explain,” he said, moving closer to the edge of your nest. “I’m just glad you feel comfortable enough to nest here. Do you want me to… I don’t know, help with anything? Or should I leave you alone?”
You shook your head quickly. “No, stay. Please.”
Peter didn’t need to be asked twice. He kicked off his shoes and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb the nest too much. You scooted over, making space for him in the middle of the blankets.
“How was school?” You asked, trying to keep the conversation light even though your heart was thudding in your chest from how close he was.
Peter chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Same as always. Missed you, though. I kept thinking about you. I didn’t expect to come home and find you like this, but it’s a nice surprise.”
His gaze lingered on the nest you had built, and you could tell he was both fascinated and touched. It wasn’t often that you let him near your nest, but something about today felt different. You wanted him close, wanted his scent to surround you even more now that he was here.
“Can I…?” Peter gestured to your side, indicating if he could join you fully in the nest.
Your heart swelled with affection. You shifted slightly, giving him room, and he slid in beside you, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist as soon as he settled in. His warmth immediately soothed your nerves, and you leaned into his chest, sighing with contentment.
“This is nice,” Peter murmured, his chin resting on top of your head.
You nodded, closing your eyes as you soaked in his presence. “I feel safe with you here.”
His hand moved to stroke your arm gently. “I’ll always keep you safe.”
For a while, the two of you just stayed like that, wrapped up in the nest you had made, neither of you speaking. Peter’s scent filled the air even more now that he was close, his Alpha instincts kicking in as he pulled you closer, his protective side taking over.
“I wish I could stay here with you forever,” Peter said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. “Forget about school, patrol, and everything else. Just… stay with you.”
You smiled against his chest, your hand resting over his heart. “We’ll have plenty of time for that. But I do like the idea of you staying here with me.”
Peter let out a soft laugh. “You’d get sick of me after a while.”
“Never,” you replied immediately, your voice firm. “You’re my Alpha.”
His grip tightened around you, and he buried his nose in your hair, breathing in your scent. “And you’re my Omega.”
The way he said it made your heart flutter, and you could feel the bond between you two strengthening. It wasn’t just the physical closeness, but the emotional connection that made moments like this so precious.
Peter nuzzled the side of your neck, his lips brushing against your scent gland, sending a wave of warmth through you. “Your scent is so sweet,” he whispered.
Your cheeks flushed. “Peter…”
“I’m serious,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “I love how you smell. It’s so calming, like home.”
You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze. His brown eyes were full of warmth and affection, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. It was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.
“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Peter’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Are you sure?”
You nodded, feeling shy but determined. “I want you close. Please?”
Peter didn’t hesitate. “I’d love to.”
He shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable in your nest, pulling you closer until you were practically lying on top of him. You could feel his heartbeat under your hand, steady and reassuring.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Peter whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll stay with you for as long as you need me.”
You smiled, feeling completely at peace in his arms. “Thank you, Peter.”
“Anything for you,” he replied, his voice soft and full of love.
And as the evening drew on, you found yourself drifting off in his arms, feeling safe, protected, and loved, knowing that your Alpha was right there with you.
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#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker spiderman#peter parker x reader#peter parker#peter parker x fem!reader#peter parker x you#alpha!peter parker x omega!reader#omega!reader#omegaverse#werewolf!tom holland#werewolf#werewolf!reader#werewolves#werewolf!peter parker#tom holland#tomholland2013#spider man#tom holland spiderman#thollandsgirl2013
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I did something I find HILARIOUS, I assigned hazbin hotel characters omegaverse roles, you're welcome
Charlie- omega
Vaggie- beta
Alastor- beta
Rosie- beta
Cherri- alpha
Sir pentious- omega
Angel- omega
Husk- beta
Niffty- alpha
Lucifer- omega
Lilith- alpha
Valentino- beta
Vox- omega
Velvette- alpha
Lute- alpha
Adam- beta
Saint Peter- omega
#hazbin hotel#the vees#hazbin hotel headcanon#omegaverse#charlie morningstar#hazbin hotel vaggie#alastor hazbin hotel#rosie hazbin hotel#angel dust hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel cherri bomb#sir pentious#niffty hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel valentino#hazbin hotel adam#lute hazbin hotel#saint peter hazbin hotel#huskerdust#radiorose#staticmoth#staticdoll#poly vees#chaggie#lilith x lucifer#guitarspear#cherrisnake#alpha beta omega#hazbin hotel memes
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He's literally batting his eyelashes to ask for things! ASKFLADGHK the harlotry of it all!!
And like... as soon as Taub figures he's gotten what he wants, he puts the big sad bambi eyes away
Hear me out... I think Taub is fully aware of how pathetic he is, and has realized that being the human equivalent of a crumpled wet napkin can be an advantage if you're willing to abase yourself in order to work it in your favor.
But one must always use meow meow powers with caution!! If he's not careful (like here), he just ends up making the universe hate him even more.
#Taub the ultimate omega male chad#I mean... obviously in this specific case he was being financially cucked but yknow.. his general.. *hand wave*#I'm obviously a mark for it... hence this entire blog existing#chris taub#house md#peter jacobson
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Posting order for Kinktober 2024
It is here, it has been decided, there is finally a LIST with the posting order!! Four months of work coming together! Let's get hyped for Kinktober! I've taken a lot of your suggestions, and I'm really happy that so many has sent hem, so thank you for that. This Kinktober, we have a good mix of things. It's mostly Stucky, but there's also Spideypool, Loki/Mobius and Poolverine. I've mixed Top!Steve, Top!Bucky, pre-and post serum boys, Omegaverse, AU's, Canon, you name it. This year has it all!
And like always, it will be posted on my Ao3.
Comment your thoughts and questions, tell me which one you're excited for, tell me if you're posting for kinktober too, just talk to me friends :)
Dirty talk
Mpreg
Breeding/Lactation
Choking
Predator/prey
Virgin!Steve
Massage
Can’t get it down
Medical
Fucking Machine
Glory Hole
Car sex
Brat getting punished
1950's Housewife AU
Nude Modelling
Sex Pollen
Rope Bondage
Cum eating
The Second circle of hell/Demonfucking
Micropenis
Strap-on
Anal gaping
Alpha on Alpha
CBT
Student/teacher
Foot fetish
Sex Therapy
Tentacle Sex
Feminization
Virgin!Bucky
Exhibitionism
#fanfiction#fanfic#marvel#bucky barnes#captain america#alpha/beta/omega au#steve rogers#stucky#kinktober#ao3#spideypool#spiderman#peter parker#wade wilson#poolverine#wolverine#logan howlett#loki laufeyson#mobius
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Au where for whatever reason omega Peter gets bit but has no interest in being spider man but is still like “might as well do good” and beats a robber’s ass one day
Alpha Tony sees him and gets all the info out of him and offers him a nanny position for his kid whose mom was killed. He sends him through self defense and badassery training and everything.
One day they’re attacked and Peter either a) kills them all because bad ass or b) gets kidnapped but the baby doesn’t because badass
#in my head this was a mob au but it also works as a non mob au#peter parker#tony stark#someone please write this#avengers#marvel#spiderman#iron man#prompt#omegaverse#omega peter#alpha Tony
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Okay but Cinnamon roll omega Peter Parker who is normally so docile and kind and shy
Going absolutely feral, throwing punches at anyone verbally abusing his Alpha. And his Alpha just picks him up and carries him off.
#writing prompt#i need someone to write it#someone who isn't me#omegaverse au#omega peter parker#peter parker x anyone#peter parker x everyone#dealers choice on pairing#winterspider#peter parker x bucky barnes#starker#spidershield#shieldspider#spideydevil#spideypool#spideytorch#spiderfalcon#winterspiderpurrs#tony x peter#tony stark/peter parker#alpha deadpool#alpha tony#alpha steve#spiderstrange#stucky plus peter#winterironspider#stony plus peter#alpha bucky barnes
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Omega Peter giving birth alongside his mate Tony to their first pup
Labour for @starkerfestivals Whumptober
#starker#SFWhumptober24#labour#married starker#omega peter#alpha tony#omegaverse#moodboard#my moodboard#starkerfestivalsevents
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Starkercest Smut: Quick Tips For Satisfying An Alpha (1/3)
For TSToT and Starker Battleship!!
Figured I'd post this in and I'ma try to finish chapter 2 so I can attack Spidey team over at @starker-battleship !! Not gonna reveal my prompts just yet but they're very typical of me haha 😮
Notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha tony, omega Peter, intersex Omegas, Size Kink, ambiguous age but underaged, tags to be updated
Rating: E
WC: 2606 (AO3 Link)
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When Peter Stark walked into Omega Ed., he wasn't sure what to expect but it surely hadn't been this.
The sex ed class for omegas that he'd been required to attend was just so dry. He hadn't had any real expectations though. If anything, he thought he'd end up leaving with a bright red face because learning about those things with his peers just seemed… embarrassing?
But no. Whatever Peter had expected, it was worse because it was boring. The omega instructor was a stickler for facts, which, yeah, those were super important, but Peter wanted to know stuff beyond what he could find in textbooks.
For the first week, they had to study the anatomy of all sub-genders. Peter learned a lot, for sure. He learned just how knotting happened, how female alphas’ pensies were different from males, and that male omegas had two internal erogenous spots compared to female omegas who only had one. That kind of information was an eye opener, but even then, it was all… very scientific and therefore, not at all what he thought sex ed would be like.
He'd been raised by a very sex-positive parent so it wasn't surprising that Peter had questions. Unfortunately, Peter realized pretty early on that what he had wanted from the class was guidance and a more real life approach than the in-depth diagrams and plastic models that his instructor showed them.
Like Peter now knew about the prostate and g-spot for omegas, but how do you stimulate them? What did that even feel like? He read somewhere that prostate stimulation for some males was uncomfortable but was that across all males? Or were omegas an exception? Or maybe just alphas? Beta males?
He had so many questions but the instructor didn't seem inclined to answer them. It was always a gentle but firm decision to turn back to the books and a dismissive answer that wasn't an answer at all.
It was great, then, that Peter had such an accommodating parent. His dad had never held back on giving him the truth, at least not since he was maybe five years old and had accidentally tugged Santa’s beard off only to be met with his dad’s chagrined face.
His dad wouldn't sugarcoat things for him and he’d finally get the answers he wanted.
Peter set his plan into motion on a nice Saturday morning. The freshly ground coffee beans were brewing and just as expected, the smell of it lured his alpha father out of his room.
Peter watched as his dad went straight for the coffee pot, eyes assessing the alpha over the rim of his cup of orange juice.
His father was the epitome of what an alpha should be, Peter recalled all the social media claiming. His classmates often teased him for having a hunk of an alpha as a father. Add to the fact that his dad was also single… and his father didn't discriminate between genders… and he was rich and handsome…
Peter frowned and took a sip of his OJ.
He tried to look at his dad like his classmates did. Look beyond his quirky lovable father to see the alpha that teens his age drooled after.
Surprisingly, it wasn't hard because as he already acknowledged… His dad really was the perfect alpha.
Alpha genes really were something. Alphas were just naturally taller, broader, and stronger. Put an alpha next to an omega, and these physical attributes were even more exaggerated. Alphas had a more muscular physique compared to an omega’s softer, leaner body.
And that was just the genes influencing an alpha. Of course, like any normal person, if they didn't take advantage of it, an alpha can squander those built in boosts and end up as unhealthy as any other. Not even superior alpha genes could help someone if they didn't take care of themselves.
But Tony Stark didn't have that problem. Peter’s gaze lingered over his lightly muscled arms, his broad shoulders, and the defined muscles of his back through his thin white undershirt. His dad, courtesy of Peter’s insistence, ate healthy and, despite his grumbling, worked out regularly.
“Morning, kid,” his dad's voice rumbled, rough from sleep. It sent something foreign but exciting shooting through Peter's body.
He stood up, setting his OJ aside, and like many sleepy mornings before, he hugged his dad from behind as Tony readied his coffee.
With his face pressed against his dad’s back, Peter breathed in the comforting scent of his alpha. This close, he could smell his own scent mixed in, and before he knew it, a purr rumbled in his chest.
His dad had never been able to resist Peter’s purring and it said a lot that his attention immediately went from his precious coffee to his even more precious son.
Tony turned and gathered Peter in his arms and the omega melted right into his embrace.
As a male omega, Peter stood at a respectable 5’7 height, but in his daddy’s arms, he felt so small and precious. He rested his cheek on his dad’s chest, the firm muscle of his pecs a perfect cushion. Their eyes met and Peter’s purr grew louder which only made the fond smile on Tony’s face grow wider.
“Alright, Pete, what is it?” Tony laughed, hugging him tight. “You've ambushed me before my coffee and you're purring up a storm so you're up to something. Give your old man a break and out with it.”
Peter pouted but he let his purring taper off before it stopped completely.
“First off, you're not old, Dad,” Peter had to protest.
Yeah, his dad had some silvers and grays in his hair and beard, but he was far from old. He was still in the prime of his life as far as Peter was concerned.
“Mhmm.”
Tony wouldn't be so easily distracted so Peter adopted his best puppy eyes look. Wide round honey brown eyes and just the slightest downturn of his lips completed the pouty look.
“Ouch, pulling out the big guns,” his dad dramatically sighed.
“Dad… You know they put me in omega ed this year, right?” Peter started.
“Mhmm, I had to sign off on it 'cause you know how some parents get about that stuff,” Tony said then raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Do you want out or something?”
Peter paused but then shook his head.
“No, not really,” Peter decided, “I'm learning some stuff but it's…” How could he explain that it wasn't giving him what he wanted?
“Not what you expected, huh?” His dad hummed in understanding.
Peter instantly lit up, pleased that his father just understood him right off the bat.
“Yeah! I mean, I've tried asking questions but it always goes back to–” Here, Peter pitched his voice to a soft almost condescending tone, “This is not that type of class, Peter. I don't think your parents would appreciate it if I indulged in those kinds of questions, Peter. This class is just to help you get a better understanding of how your body works.”
Peter huffed by the end of his mini rant and immediately, his dad soothed him with a few strokes to his hair.
“Yeah, I get it,” His dad indulged him, “So what can I do, hmm? The classes that’ll scratch that itch in your brain are probably college courses. Psych classes if you're interested in the bonding aspect or maybe those general Alpha-Beta-Omega classes… We can look into some AP classes or some online classes…?”
Peter briefly thought about it but then shook his head.
“I don't think my interest is that deep,” he explained to his dad. “At least not yet? I just want… something more informative or uhh… something more real life than diagrams and stuff…”
Throughout the entire exchange, Tony maintained eye contact with him, probably to show he took Peter’s concerns seriously. Peter loved that about his dad but for the first time, the young omega hesitated. He didn't think it was weird for him to ask his dad but maybe it was weird in general?
They had a strong bond but surely, there were limits and lines between father and son that couldn't– shouldn't be crossed.
He's already gotten this far, though, and with his dad now alerted to a problem, Tony definitely wouldn't let it go unless Peter begged him to drop it.
But the thing is… Peter didn't want to drop the subject. This was his life, his future, and his understanding of what being an omega meant. He trusted that his dad would always have his best interest at heart, that he loved him no matter what and no matter what questions Peter asked.
There was no one he trusted more so Peter took the jump.
“I thought maybe… you can help me?”
There, it was out there in the open.
There was a moment of silence where Peter felt blood rush up to his cheeks and flush down his neck. This was probably the craziest thing he'd ask from his dad.
“You… want me to talk about my, uh, dating…. life…?” Tony asked, puzzled.
With that, Peter instantly relaxed but he did make a sour face at the question itself. He didn't want to know anything about the many alphas, betas, or omegas that had caught his father’s interest in the past. He didn't even try to parse the fact that it was other people getting intimate with his dad that bothered him, not the fact that it was his dad at all.
“Nooo thank you,” Peter denied very quickly. Rando strangers getting their grubby hands all over his amazing father? Gross.
“Not like I have much of one,” Tony sighed then ruffled Peter’s hair again, this time a little roughly, “Too busy with this little troublemaker here.”
Peter grabbed his dad’s wrist and set his teeth to the skin there in a playful bite. And like the good daddy he was, Tony pretended to be seriously injured.
“Oww, what a feral feisty omega I've raised,” Tony bemoaned as he tested the hold that Peter’s teeth on him.
Peter let go but still held onto his dad’s hand. The embarrassment had died down with their interaction. His dad always knew how to make Peter feel better.
“I don't wanna know about your past flings,” Peter told Tony seriously. “But I wanna know things about… alphas… And I've looked into some stuff but none of them were…” Just thinking about all the ridiculous porn he’d stumbled across in his research made him feel hot all over.
“...Credible…” Peter coughed.
His alpha gave him a look, no doubt realizing what his sources were.
“So what… you want like… tips?” Tony asked hesitatingly. “About alphas?”
“Maybe?” Peter answered, also a bit doubtful. He wasn't sure tips was the right word because he wanted something more than that. “...Would it be too much to like…”
Why was this so hard! Peter wanted nothing more than to bite his dad’s hand again, just so the words wouldn't come out. But he was a Stark and even though they were bonafide geniuses, they were also idiots with idiot planning at times.
Maybe he should've put more thought into this. His dad would never do anything to hurt him or make fun of him for his questions. The worst that could happen would be his father saying no and setting up some online learning and getting actual credible sources… But this was what Peter wanted.
He just wanted his emotional support alpha, who happened to be his dad, to hold his hand through all of it.
That was what he wanted. If he could have it. But first, he'd have to ask.
Peter firmed his resolve and then looked up from where he’d been staring at their clasped hands.
“I think I do want tips and… maybe some… hands-on experience…?” Peter tacked on the last bit, unsure of what his dad’s response would be.
Tony’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
“Oh,” was his dad’s response. The request was definitely a surprise, but it wasn't a no.
Peter looked at his dad, hopeful and uncertain. Terrified but excited.
Maybe… maybe…??
His daddy took in his puppy eyes and Peter could see the second he gave in.
“Ohh, boy,” his dad groaned, “you're so vicious, Pete. At least let me have my coffee before you throw something like this at your old man. I can't believe my baby boy would pop this question before I've even had a sip to wake up.”
That sounded like a yes! Well, not a definite yes, but Peter knew his dad and that was a yes for sure.
He pecked a kiss on Tony’s cheek, his face making some weird expression because he was trying not to smile.
Peter quickly retreated back to his OJ, leaving his father to his coffee. He did have a bounce in his step.
He watched eagerly as Tony poured way too much sugar into his coffee. He didn't even make a peep as his dad stirred for a bit before taking his first sip.
He waited patiently and when his dad finally looked at him, their eyes met over the rim of their cups. It felt like something seemed to sizzle between them, some irreversible change that Peter didn't understand.
“Alright,” his dad said once he'd gathered his thoughts. “So my baby boy wants his daddy to teach him about being an omega and what to expect from alphas. Is that it?”
Peter’s breath hitched as he saw the look in his father's eyes. Dark and calculating. The mood was entirely different now and Peter’s heart fluttered as anticipation took over.
“Y-yeah, I mean, yes, Daddy,” Peter tried to sound so confident like a strong omega who knows what he wanted but the words came out coquettish and shy.
That only made his dad hum thoughtfully.
“Alright, Pete,” Tony affirmed, “This… Whatever this is… You gotta be sure, kid, that this is what you want. I’ll always stop if you want me to or you decide to call it off– but some things you can't pretend never happened once you've done ‘em. If you know what I mean.”
Peter did know. Theoretically. Or at least he’d thought about it briefly. Even now, he was sure this was what he wanted.
“I'm sure,” Peter said with all the confidence of a teen who only had a tiny inkling of what he was getting into.
“Good,” his dad said and Peter sighed in relief at the acceptance. He smiled at his father, only for his breath to catch because…
For the very first time, the person looking at him wasn't his patient loving father, but an alpha assessing a potential omega.
Oh…
His dad was already starting without realizing it. With just that one look, Peter was already learning what it meant for an alpha to look at an omega like that. It made him feel… he wasn't sure what but he liked it.
His gaze dropped but then flirted back up. His dad smirked at him, knowingly, and Peter agonized over what that smirk meant. His dad always seemed to know what was on his mind, did he know what he was doing to his own son, even now?
Peter’s hands tightened on his drink, cheeks flushed like he'd been drinking wine instead of juice. Was this how omegas felt when alphas gave them attention…?
If so… Peter liked it. He liked it a lot.
The omega squirmed in his seat, surprised but excited by the indescribable look in his father's eyes.
He couldn't wait to learn what it meant.
#starker#madstarker writes#nff#fanfic#omegaverse#starkercest#alpha tony stark#omega peter parker#intersex omegas#moody mads
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Hello, I'm looking for an alpha/omega verse fic. From what I remember Stiles was married to Jackson, but Jackson cheated on him with Lydia because Stiles wasn't getting pregnant and Lydia was his mate, I think. Stiles took Jackson's credit card and bought a bunch of stuff for him and his dad and also used it to hire an alpha escort to help him with his heat. The escort was Peter. Jackson sued him and Peter who turned out to be a powerful lawyer saved him cause Stiles was his mate
Hi @bluemink85! @disastermychild and @scorbunnysblog say it's this one.
When It All Falls Apart by Peter Hale (RyloKen)
(1/1 I 8,359 I Mature I Steter)
Stiles doesn't know what to do.
He's on the verge of losing everything in the divorce, on the verge of breaking down. He hates himself, hates what he is, what he's not. He has no husband, no alpha, no mate. He's about to lose his mind, and he has no hope.
His mother used to tell him; when you've hit rock bottom, the only way out is up. But what's the point in trying to climb out of Hell, when the Devil's waiting for you with an army of lawyers?
And with his heat just around the corner, Stiles doesn't think he has anything left to give. He needs a miracle.
He just didn't figure his miracle would wear Alexander Amosu and fight his battles with a smirk that could kick-start the apocalypse.
OR
@imperfectly-corrupted suggests this one!
Nature Scented Aphrodisiac by XAnima_Bellax
(7/7 I 35,260 I Explicit I Sterek)
Jackson is a really shitty boyfriend. Stiles knew this before they started dating. He also keeps breaking up with him for it… And because make-up sex is awesome.
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Cosey Fanni Tutti & Genesis P. Orridge (Throbbing Gristle) on the front cover of UFO's Force It album. Hypgnosis, who designed it, would feature future -Gristle member Peter 'Sleazy' Christopherson.
#UFO#Throbbing Gristle#Coney Fanni Tutti#Genesis P. Orridge#Peter Christopherson#rock#metal#industrial#Coum Transmissions#omega#our lady omega
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