#alpha!peter

[midnightwinterhawk]

And before I posted this, I checked about 10 a/b/o fics and so far every alpha Derek tag leads to Pack Alpha, not Omegaverse. It looks like the omega Stiles lead to the right place though. (Eta: the Alpha Peter Hale tag looks to be in the same boat as Derek)

Wonder how they plan to work out those bugs.

[ghostieblr]

Peter's Vows

When Derek is born, there is an earthquake. Beacon Hills is many things, but it is not a place of earthquakes. This is an anomaly, this sudden shaking of the land, and Peter watches Talia go through the pain of birthing a cub, and he makes note of how her cries resonate with the moving earth. As the baby is brought to the world of the living, the earth shakes more; giddy, Peter thinks of the land. Giddy at this baby's birth. That's what it is.

The town reels with the destruction, however minimal it seems to be. It is the strangeness of the earthquake that has the people in a panic, and it takes two days of Mayor Yukimura calling for council meetings and community barbecues that they begin to somehwat calm down.

The baby is named Derek on the first day itself, born underneath the Nemeton, his pale blue eyes reflecting the moonlight in silver hues. Talia sobs with relief, Nathan beside her, stroking her hair. Laura is back at the pack house, safely tucked in the bed, the rest of the pack members keeping watch. Talia had wanted to bring her with them, fearing the worst of the anomaly, but their mom had convinced her to not do it. The birth of the Alpha's cub is a big deal, but it is also private: only the Mate, Emissary and Left Hand are allowed to be present, for comfort, safety, and protection, respectively.

It has been tradition since ages, and Talia is the last person to break it.

Derek is a calm baby. Sleeps through the night, doesn't cry for attention. Only does it for feeding, his survival instinct as strong as his lungs. Peter adores him, even if he may never admit it to anyone.

He is also curious about the boy. Why an earthquake? It cannot be a coincidence. Truly, he wonders how some people can be so dumb. Calling it a coincidence is insulting to the Powers That Be, which must have called upon such a natural reaction of the land for a reason. Derek is a special boy, and Peter vows to find out how.

Besides his incredibly compassionate heart, that is.

It is in his eyes, which have slowly turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, the kindness of him. Derek's trust is not so easily earned, but once it is, it is extremely difficult to dislodge it.

Derek is a boy destined to become a kind man, one that will be an Alpha with mercy in his heart but cunning in his mind. Peter sees the makings of it right from the beginning, the way the boy will procure solutions to his own problems as well as those he deems important to him. Laura is the first born and thus has the claim to being the next Hale Alpha, however Peter knows, somehow, perhaps instinctually, that Derek will be the Alpha.

Another piece of the puzzle falls in place when their emissary falls pregnant. She's an amazing woman, Claudia. Peter likes her wit and humor, and he enjoys the perspective of her husband, the deputy, and if luck is on his side, soon-to-be Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Peter is happy for the couple.

He is, also, astonished to see an almost five-year-old Derek climb onto Claudia's lap one morning, his small fists rubbing against his eyes, and his nose scrunching determinedly to find a scent.

Peter remembers the conversation well.

"Derek, honey? What are you trying to find?"

"Mine," is what Derek growls in reply to Claudia, and shoves his nose against her barely-showing belly.

Peter's laughing figure is shot out of the end of the couch and onto the floor by Claudia's impeccable throw of one of the decorative pillows from said couch.

Thereafter, it was peculiar but not unseemly to find Derek following beside Claudia, his whole little being focused on the life forming inside her. And when the night came, Peter wasn't at all surprised to witness the thunderstorm.

Claudia had plans of giving birth in the hospital, but due to miscalculated steps, or simply because of reasons not privy to them, the best possible option left for her seemed to be below the Nemeton.

John had lost his damn mind at the prospect. "It's raining! Heavily!"

"Talia gave birth in an earthquake," Claudia says through gritted teeth, "And the baby doesn't care, nor do I, John. It is—"

Her words are cut off by another scream, and she is right, of course. It is time.

Talia, John, and Peter are the only ones who should go with her, but Derek, the little sneaky wolf that he seems to have become, follows them. It isn't until halfway through that John, the human, realizes his presence first.

They move forward with the determined little boy, who is all sopping wet in his wolf onesie, and really, this is no laughing matter. Except it is.

Claudia is brought below the Nemeton, and the tree, big and branching and beautiful, hums in their presence. The canopy of it sheds them some, but not completely.

And so, under hard rain and sharp thunderstorms, Mieczysław Stilinski is born, his little body almost white under the moonlight, and his eyes, when they open, a shock of topaz, like a glinting jewel; a fallen angel, Peter thinks.

Derek carefully wraps the baby in the blanket Talia removes from the packed bag, her movements locked onto her son's and the baby's, while John tends to his wife.

Peter watches. He notes the way the baby is calmest in Derek's arms, the way Derek is mesmerized.

This is more than just being True Mates.

True Mates itself are the rarest of occurrences, but something tells him this is more than that. The earthquake, and this sudden rain, in April of all things, simply cannot be coincidence. There must be a reason, one that Peter must uncover.

In the coming years, he dedicates his time to the quest, and finds that, oh, this is something unique indeed.

Unique to the point of legend.

Of course, he gathers facts before telling anyone. Derek's control goes onto the list, as does his ability to switch between his shift as easy as breathing. Having such control at the age of seven is almost impossible, but he has it without the growing ego that would have inflated anyone else's with the amount of praise he gets.

Stiles, as Derek had nicknamed Mieczysław almost immediately post his arrival in the world, is no human. His mother's line has some pretty strong magical abilities, but the kind of power that this boy exudes surpasses imagination. Nobody notices at first, not even Peter, until Stiles is a couple of months past his third birthday. It truly isn't until Derek, almost nine, comes down from his room one day into the kitchen, says, "Which packet, Stiles?" that they realize it.

"Honey, he isn't a wolf. He cannot hear you," Nathan tells him, but Derek just shrugs.

"He is for today."

Peter hears the, "Blue one! Blue one! Blue is sooo pretty, Derek!" from Stiles, who is definitely sitting in Derek's room, upstairs.

Derek grabs the blue packet and goes upstairs, and Peter follows, followed by Talia and Nathan, who beckon Claudia as well.

Stiles sitting on the floor, a myriad of toys around him, while the packets of chips sit beside him, torn open, evidently by Derek's claws, who himself is playing with Stiles.

And they're both being fed flying chips.

The three wolves turn to Claudia as one. Her shaking head and awed face is enough to clue them in, and really, Peter thinks, this is fucking incredible.

Powers don't manifest as early as this in magic wielders. They're more of the puberty package, tied to emotions at the beginning rather than will.

This is... defying it.

Peter loves to see when the next piece of the puzzle will fall.

And it does oh so enticingly.

Years later, when Derek is fourteen and Stiles is almost nine, comes the first trial. The Alpha Summit & The Argent Treaty.

Peter doesn't believe Gerard's words to do no harm, so he sets up precautions in place. It pays off, because during the summit, he almost ends up blinding Deaucalion — something that could have turned super bad if left unchecked.

Gerard's attack is met with swift retaliation, but somehow, only his goons end up dead. Gerard himself remains free, and through sheer will, maybe, the old man manages to kidnap Laura.

By the time the adults sniff out their cub, they're too late.

Not in the sense of Laura being hurt, but in the terms of missing the action, somewhat.

When they enter the warehouse, they are faced with Gerard being held down by a black wolf, fangs around his neck, the eyes of the creature a deep, ruby red. Deeper than Talia's. At first, they all assume it to be one of the visiting Alphas, but then they realize Stiles' presence, too, and it clicks.

Stiles frees Laura from the painful looking electric rod, and comes back to Derek, coaxes him back to his human form as Peter and Nathan take care of the psychopath.

Laura lets Talia mother her, and then says, "We'll have two Alphas."

Talia looks at the now human Derek, and eyes shining with pride, she nods. "Come here, both of you," she beckons, and the boys run, Stiles' chattering a comforting sound for all of them.

A few weeks later, Derek admits to everyone he has a new friend, and talks about her often. Paige this, Paige that. Laura teases him, restrained in her words, trying not to upset Derek's control. Even Cora pulls back. Stiles, though, is almost worse.

He riles Derek to the point of him using his Alpha voice to shut up, and the whole Pack silences itself, even Talia. Stiles, though — an exception to all things sane — doesn't back down. The voice doesn't work on him, and Derek isn't phased by it. However, the smell of guilt filters through their home, and Stiles' sigh is followed by comforting words. There is no apologizing though.

Soon, they'll learn from Derek himself that he hates that everyone is walking on eggshells. That is why he kept bringing up Paige, so that someone would tease him, uncle Peter, Laura, Cora. Or that Stiles would rile him up.

"Why would he, though? He should be happy for you. I am." Cora's words are met with a laugh from Derek, and a groan of embarrassement from Stiles.

"He's weirdly possessive — don't push me, you know you are."

"Alright," Stiles sighs, "I am."

"And Paige is a great friend, but I don't nearly think about her as much as I might have let you all believe."

And that is when Peter sees it. The blink-and-you-will-miss-it purple flash of Stiles' eyes. Peter doesn't put thought into why now; he simply focuses on completing the puzzle.

And he does. True Alpha and Purple Eyes? That's easy.

That's legend.

Set in stone as the first Alpha and the first Emissary as well as Spark, who, arguably, also set in stone the sword of Excalibur.

That part of the legend has questionable sources, though. Sure, Merlin Emrys is, as per theories, the most powerful sorcerer of all time, and Arthur Pendragon the greatest ruler, the once and future king, but it doesn't have as much merit.

What Peter is sure about is that somehow, the Powers That Be decided that this is the pack to send these two to.

He watches Stiles argue about the best type of pasta with Derek, and thinks, suddenly, that perhaps this is their happy ending. What legends end happy? None. So this must be their time to be happy.

Peter vows another quest, then. To always protect Derek and Stiles.

[takaraphoenix]

As much as I absolutely hate the fact that canon just stole Alphahood from Derek for an essay's worth of reasons, I do love just how easy it is to go "and then Peter killed one of the spare Alphas running around town".

The Hale Pack existing is honestly non-negotiable for me at this point. How that happens doesn't matter, if we just don't take it from Derek, at all, if we just pretend all of 3B doesn't happen and there is only one pack or if the two packs exist at the same time, all valid options.

But I've developed such a soft spot for Peter getting a second chance at Alphahood.

I love Derek, I love all the fix-its where he grows and becomes a better Alpha, but at this point, I honestly think he is a better and happier Right Hand than he was an Alpha. The role he filled in 3B really suited him and I do think that if we keep the canon of him losing his status as an Alpha to save Cora's life... but still keep the Hale Pack... Derek would be a great Right Hand in the Hale Pack, which I remain believing was always his intended role, at Laura's side.

But Peter! Peter as an Alpha. Peter getting to gather a pack of his own. Preferably the Hale Pack, aka all the canonically-written-off-the-show characters who were Hale Pack. Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Jackson, Cora. They were all written off the show so to put them back into the Hale Pack wouldn't even affect the canon pack.

(It's so easy to pretend that Boyd and Erica just... ran away. Didn't run into the Alpha Pack. Because when I say the Hale Pack existing is non-negotiable, I very much do mean "Erica and Boyd live is non-negotiable" too.)

Maybe Peter gathers them because he is clinging onto what little is left of the Hale Pack, the legacy of a centuries old and proud werewolf family. Put the broken pieces together with the same fierce determination with which he avenged his family.

There's something so... cathartic about that, to me? He lost absolutely everything, including his sanity and his own life, so for him to get and use this second chance, back from the dead and decidedly saner than in season 1, to thus also get a second chance at being Alpha and getting to be a proper Alpha, it feels like coming full circle to me and I love it.

Or maybe he doesn't really care at all at first, maybe he starts caring by accident. Because there was always only one person he wanted in his pack, in canon. So if that person comes with some add-ons? Maybe he builds his pack around Stiles.

That's it. That's my ideal Hale Pack. Peter, Stiles, Derek, Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Jackson. Other things can be shuffled around - like I mentioned earlier, I do also love to just fully ignore the whole 3A plot, so have them all be one pack, that's fine too - but at the core, these are the Hale Pack, to me.

[tonsillessscum]

[midnightwinterhawk]

Because he likes Stiles, but Stiles is most likely to come up with a murder plot that will actually work, so he’s not to be trifled with.

Love it when Peter has a healthy dose of respect for Stiles' abilities.

@like-lazarus kindly tagged me in a “Messy Draft Monday” and even though I’ve been too stressed to be actively working on anything right now, I wanted to share something. So have a little bit of one of the random steter stories floating around in my brain:

Peter finishes loading the last bag into his car and leans against the trunk for a minute. Overall, he feels satisfied. His revenge is complete, plus he’s an alpha, which is a nice little perk.

It’s a little galling to have to leave the Hale territory instead of ruling it, but if he stays here his nephew and that merry little band of budding psychopaths will kill him eventually. He’s lucky, but he’s not that lucky.

The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps catches his ear first, then a quick heartbeat. He knows that heartbeat. He memorized that heartbeat one night that seems so long ago, but really wasn’t that long ago at all.

He turns around.

“Stiles,” he says, low, dangerous. Because he likes Stiles, but Stiles is most likely to come up with a murder plot that will actually work, so he’s not to be trifled with.

The boy pulls up short, staying well back from Peter. He’s breathing hard, and those pretty pink lips are parted, his cheeks flushed. He really is very lovely, Peter thinks.

Stiles has a large duffle bag weighing down one shoulder, his grip on it white-knuckled. “Take me with you,” he says.

Peter blinks. He thought he was beyond being surprised.

“You want me, right?” Stiles goes on. “You wanted to turn me. I can’t let you bite me, but I can be pack. Just take me with you. Let me stay with you and I’ll be pack. I’ll cook too, and clean.”

“Can’t let me bite you?” Peter asks. It’s not the only question he has, but it’s the one that sticks out the most in what Stiles has just laid on him.

“I don’t think so. Maybe? But right now it’s a no.” He bites his lip, taps his fingers on his leg. “Yeah. Definitely a no right now. Maybe forever. But humans can be pack, right?”

Peter doesn’t know why he’s even still standing here. Of course he’s not going to take Stiles with him. “You don’t even know where I’m going,” he says instead of what he should be saying, which is obviously no. It’s definitely not happening.

“I don’t fucking care,” Stiles says, and he sounds suddenly weary. “As long as it’s not here, I’m cool.”

Peter tilts his head. Stiles is such a mix of scents it’s always been hard to get a read on him, but Peter has noticed the anguish that radiates off the boy in waves. It’s a layer that runs under everything else— a steady, overwhelming sadness. “And what would your father have to say about that?” He still doesn’t know why he’s even engaging in it, why he’s giving the boy any hope.

Stiles snorts. “I left him a note that he’ll find whenever he finally realizes I’m gone. He won’t come after me.” He looks down and to the side, his hand clenching into a fist.

“Listen,” Stiles says, and he raises those big brown eyes to look right at Peter, “I can’t stay here anymore. Please. Just please, take me with you. I know I can’t promise not to be any trouble, you’d never believe that, but I can be useful. I can be good for you. I can be pack.”

He’s desperate, and that shouldn’t matter. If it were anyone else it wouldn’t matter, but this is Stiles. Stiles is unusual. He’s interesting. Now that he’s had his revenge, Peter is at a bit of a loose end. Not without plans, never without plans, but the future already looks a little boring. Stiles is many things, but boring isn’t one of them.

Plus, Stiles is the Sheriff’s son, and absconding with the son of the sheriff sounds like a delightfully mischievous, if misguided, end to his run in Beacon Hills. “Alright, you can come along.”

[mikakuna]

i think because everyone in the family treats jason as the dumb one, he should show up at a gala and just act super bimbo. it's retaliation, okay? they all think he's below them in terms of intelligence so why shouldn't he take advantage of that?

cue jason pulling up to a wayne gala looking absolutely delectable. his curls are nice and pretty, lips looking soft and plump, cheeks naturally flushed, eyes all doe-like, lashes curled, suit literally stuck to his body and enhancing his thickness-- he looks gorgeous. the bats think, whatever, it's fine.

nope. bruce almost has a heart attack when his barely adult son walks up to a group of older men, places a gentle hand on one of their arms, and starts giggling. his barely legal son is leaning into these men, tilting his head and baring his neck just so, and putting on the most enticing smile. HIS CHILD is subtly sticking his hips out, pouting his lips, and leaning close to whisper who knows what into the ears of these leering grown men.

dick and tim do a double take when they see jason "clumsily" spill whine down the front of his suit and then begin unbuttoning his top with a ditzy, tipsy giggle of "oh no! :( would you handsome fellas mind helping me out?"

by the end of the night, jason has bruce sitting down with his head in his hands and contemplating everything.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Sterek Mafia au — Derek is handcuffed and being dragged away and into the cop car. Stiles is screaming at the cops, when Derek fights out of their hold to lean down and make out with Stiles in front of the police, in front of everyone watching the scene. Dragging his fanss over stiles lips as he’s pulled away, and licking the drop of blood.

He gets pulled off of stiles and gives him the most cockiest smirk calling him baby and telling him not to worry and that he’ll be home soon. Both Derek and Stiles know the cops got nothing on him, and even if there did Peter and Lydia (their lawyers) would get those charges dropped. Derek tells him to go back inside and get ready for him 👀.

Maybe Stiles dad is arresting him, or maybe he is a retired cop that was thought to be dirty and helped his son run the mafia empire.

Jordan definitely is one of the cops arresting Derek, and is in love with stiles. He is delusional and thinks he can “save” Stiles from Derek. (Kinda like @hedwig221b fics, Eros Mania Amor and crimson) (if you haven’t read those, definitely check them out)

Idk just something about Derek kissing stiles while his hand are handcuffed behind his back. And being all smug about it.

[in-over-my-head]

Why is Peter Hale considered a villain?

Is Peter a villain because he killed a bunch of people? Because he killed Laura? Because he's an asshole?

They never really say in the show who Peter, specifically, lost in the fire. In 'Magic Bullet' Derek said that 11 people were trapped in the house during the fire, but they never say who those people were. Did he lose a wife? a child?

All they tell us is that he was injured and in a coma for 6 years, and his remaining family (alpha) left. They also say repeatedly that a wolf can't survive without an alpha. And yet, we call him a villain for lashing out when he was injured and abandoned.

Aside from Laura, everyone he killed was involved in the fire in some way. They also never tell us his state of mind when he killed Laura or his nurse Jennifer's actual involvement in any of it.

Sure, he's an asshole, but so is Stiles. Unlike Stiles, Peter is very good at making the pack think he doesn't care about anyone but himself. While that may have been true initially, he does start to change by the end.

All this to say that we know more about Kate Argent's past than we do Peter's, which is a sad state of affairs.

So, should he be considered a villain, or are we just uncomfortable with the fact that he did what we would all want to do in his shoes?

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚*

Parings → Alpha! Peter Parker x Omega! Reader

Warnings → SMUT!! 18+ werewolf AU

Summary → You're in heat and you need your Alpha to take care of you.

The morning sun peeked through the skyscrapers, casting long shadows on the busy streets of New York. Horns blared, people hurried past each other, and the usual chaos filled the city. But none of it mattered to Peter Parker. Not today.

All Peter could think about was you. His Omega. His mate.

Last night had been nothing short of torture. Your heat had hit like a storm, and you'd called him, your voice trembling with need. Peter had been ready to leap out of his bedroom window, his Alpha instincts kicking in. He needed to be with you, to take care of you. But then your parents had interfered, completely unaware of his spider abilities. They refused to let him come over, worried about him walking alone at night through the dangerous streets of New York.

If only they knew he could be there in seconds, swinging from rooftops faster than any cab could drive.

As the night dragged on, Peter’s phone had buzzed nonstop with your desperate texts:

“Peter, please...”

“I need you, Alpha...”

Each message was like a knife to his chest, his wolf restless inside him, pacing, growling, clawing to get out. His muscles had tensed painfully, every part of him yearning to be by your side. But instead, he was stuck in his room, fists clenched, trying to control himself as the minutes ticked by. Sleep had been impossible, his mind filled with the image of you, alone, suffering through your heat without him.

Now, sitting in Mr. Harrington’s class, Peter could barely sit still. His leg bounced uncontrollably under the desk, and his fingers tapped nervously on his notebook. He hadn’t heard from you this morning, and it was driving him insane. Were you okay? Were you crying for him? Curled up in your nest, clutching his shirt to your chest as you whined for him?

He couldn't take it anymore.

Ned, sitting beside him, gave Peter a concerned glance. “Dude, you’re, like, vibrating.”

Peter let out a frustrated breath, his voice tight. “She hasn’t texted me back, Ned. I’m freaking out. I can’t just sit here. She needs me.”

Ned's expression softened. “Then go. Just... tell Mr. Harrington it’s a family thing or something. You know, ‘urgent family business.’ ”

Peter gave him a sideways glance, running his fingers through his messy curls. “Right, because ‘urgent family business�� will totally convince him to let me skip class.”

Ned shrugged helplessly. “It’s better than nothing, man. You can’t just sit here, biting your nails.”

Peter’s heart raced as he looked toward the front of the room, where Mr. Harrington was droning on about the importance of the periodic table. How was he supposed to tell his teacher that his Omega was in heat and he had to leave? He rubbed the back of his neck, groaning quietly. “This is ridiculous. I can’t just—”

“I’ll do it,” a voice interrupted.

Peter whipped his head around to see MJ, cool and calm as ever, standing from her desk. She hadn’t said much all morning, but now, with her eyes narrowed and her hands casually in her pockets, she strode over to Mr. Harrington’s desk with purpose.

“MJ, no—” Peter hissed, but it was too late.

She leaned casually against the desk and looked Mr. Harrington square in the eye. “Mr. Harrington,” she began, her voice flat but firm, “Peter needs to leave. His Omega, Y/n, is in heat, and he has to be with her.”

The entire class froze.

Peter’s face flushed deep red. His heart skipped a beat, and he nearly choked on his own breath. “MJ!” He whispered harshly, his eyes wide as saucers. His stomach dropped.

Mr. Harrington blinked at MJ, momentarily stunned by her bluntness. Then, to Peter’s absolute horror, Mr. Harrington smiled, an almost sympathetic expression crossing his face. “Oh, I see,” he said with an understanding nod. “Poor girl. Of course, you should be there for her, Peter.”

Peter wanted to crawl under his desk. This could not be happening.

“Here you go, Peter.” Mr. Harrington casually scribbled a hall pass and handed it over. “Just make sure she’s drinking plenty of water and eating when she can. Heats can really take a toll. And if you need an extra day or two, don’t worry about it, okay? Take care of her. It's important.”

Peter snatched the pass, his face practically on fire. “T-Thank you,” he mumbled, not daring to meet anyone’s eyes.

As soon as he stepped out of the classroom, he heard Ned whisper, “Lucky bastard.”

Peter was out the door in seconds, his heart pounding as he rushed down the hallway. The second he was outside, he ducked into an alley, yanked his backpack open, and pulled out his suit. He had to get to you now.

In a matter of moments, Peter was swinging through the city, the wind rushing past his face as he headed toward your apartment. His mind was racing as fast as his body. You needed him, and nothing else mattered. He couldn’t wait to hold you, to comfort you, to be with you through every agonizing second of your heat. His wolf howled inside him, urging him to move faster.

______

You lay curled up in your nest, body trembling, burning with the intensity of your heat. The nest—circular, soft, and surrounded by endless pillows and blankets—was meant to offer comfort, but nothing eased the deep ache inside you. The cream-colored cushions cocooned you, soaked in Peter’s scent—his hoodie, his T-shirts, anything you could find that still carried traces of him. You buried your face deeper into his hoodie, breathing in the faint blend of his cologne. It was the only thing keeping you from unraveling completely. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. You needed Peter—his scent, his warmth, his presence. Clutching his hoodie tightly, you inhaled again, trying to calm your wolf as the familiar smell of your Alpha filled your lungs. Still, the emptiness gnawed at you, growing unbearable with each passing minute.

Your fingers trembled as you clung to his hoodie, tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as the overwhelming need for Peter consumed you. "Peter," you whispered into the fabric, though he wasn’t there to hear you. Your voice was weak, hoarse, filled with desperation.

Your Omega instincts screamed for him. Every inch of your skin tingled with the need for his touch, his presence. A soft whimper escaped your lips, one you couldn’t hold back no matter how hard you tried. You felt so empty, like a part of you was missing. You craved him with every fiber of your being, and without him, you felt utterly lost.

Tears blurred your vision as you hugged his hoodie tighter against your chest. The scent that had once brought you comfort now only made your heart ache. You didn’t just need the trace of him—you needed Peter himself. Right now.

Suddenly, you heard the front door open and close downstairs. Your heart leapt, hope surging through your body.

"Peter?" You called out, your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper, thick with desperation.

You heard him before you saw him. "I’m here, babe!" Peter’s voice echoed up the stairs, and just the sound of it sent a wave of relief through you.

Footsteps shuffled below, and then your mother’s voice followed. “Oh, Peter, thank goodness you’re here,” she said, her tone warm and knowing. She was just about to leave for her shift at the hospital, gave him a sympathetic smile. “Try to keep things... quiet this time, okay? We had a noise complaint last time.”

Peter’s face flushed a deep red, his usual confidence fading for a moment as he stammered, “I-I’ll try, Mrs. Y/L/N. S-sorry about last time.”

She waved him off with a chuckle, not really upset. “Just take care of her. And make sure she eats after... you know. After every time.”

Peter’s eyes widened at her casual tone, but he nodded quickly, his cheeks still burning. “Y-Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as she left, the door closing behind her, Peter bolted up the stairs two at a time. Your scent hit him like a tidal wave, stronger with each step he took, and his wolf growled low in his chest. You needed him, and the thought made his instincts roar to life. He could already feel his muscles tensing in response, his heart pounding as he reached your door.

“Y/n,” Peter breathed as he pushed the door open.

The sight of you nearly made his knees buckle. You were curled up in your nest, your face buried in his hoodie, your skin flushed, your body trembling slightly from the intensity of your heat. Your eyes were glazed, half-lidded with need, and when they met his, a soft, pitiful whimper slipped from your lips.

“Peter...” you whispered, your voice broken, fragile.

He dropped his bag and approached slowly, heart pounding. “I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He crouched down beside your nest, gently brushing your hair out of your face. “Can I come in?”

You nodded frantically, already tugging at his shirt. Peter slipped off his shoes and carefully climbed into the nest, wrapping his arms around you. The moment his scent fully surrounded you, the tension in your body eased, but not for long. Your heat was raging, and the need for him was unbearable.

“Peter, I can’t... I need you now,” you whimpered, your hands pulling at his clothes, trying to get him as close as possible.

Peter’s breath hitched. “Okay, okay, I’m here. I love you,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead, trailing his lips down to your cheeks, then to your neck.

You let out a soft moan, arching your body against his, already overwhelmed by his presence. Peter took off his shirt, throwing it aside before pulling the blanket off you, exposing your bare, trembling body. His eyes darkened, his wolf growling in approval. You were perfect.

“I love you so much,” Peter whispered, his lips brushing against your skin as he kissed his way down your neck, shoulders, and chest. His hands roamed over your body, touching every inch of you as if trying to calm the burning inside you.

Peter’s gaze darkened as he watched you writhe beneath him, the raw desperation in your eyes tugging at his heart. You had already marked each other, and that bond between you two burned with an intensity he could feel just as much as you did. He could sense every bit of your yearning, the deep ache radiating through your body as your Omega instincts screamed for him.

“Peter, please,” you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea as you struggled to speak, “I need—”

Before you could finish, Peter silenced you with a rough, urgent kiss, his lips crashing against yours in a mess of heat and need. His hands trembled as they roamed over your body, desperate to touch, to claim, to soothe. He could feel your slickness pooling between your thighs, a sign of just how ready you were for him, and it sent his wolf into a frenzy.

With a quick motion, Peter tugged off his pants, his breath ragged as he positioned himself between your legs. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m here,” he rasped, voice thick with emotion. His eyes met yours briefly, filled with a mix of love and raw hunger. He lined himself up and, with one firm thrust, pushed into you.

The both of you gasped at the sudden, overwhelming relief. He filled you completely, and the unbearable ache that had been tearing through your body finally began to subside, replaced by the feeling of being whole—of having him inside you. You let out a choked moan, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, not wanting to let go.

Peter’s breath was shaky, but his voice was firm, dominant, as he growled softly in your ear. “You’re mine. All mine, Omega.”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, “Yes… Peter… Alpha, I’m yours,” you breathed, your voice trembling, eyes brimming with tears from the intensity of it all.

“I’m not going anywhere, Omega. I’m right here,” he whispered, his lips trailing soft kisses down your jaw and neck. His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing tenderly against your flushed cheek as he looked at you with a fierce protectiveness. "You’re safe with me. Always."

His words, laced with possessiveness but also care, sent shivers down your spine. Your mark throbbed with the connection you shared, and as Peter's lips found the spot where he had already marked you, he pressed a gentle kiss to it before grazing his teeth over the scar. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he felt the pulse of your bond surge between you.

You moaned at the feeling, your body arching up against him. “Peter,” you whimpered, your fingers digging into his back, pulling him even closer.

“You feel so good,” Peter murmured as he kissed your mark again, then began sucking on the tender skin just below it, leaving new bruises in his wake. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice possessive but soft, as though the words were meant to comfort you as much as they were to claim you. His tongue flicked over the spot, sending another wave of pleasure through your already trembling body.

Each thrust of his hips was slow but deep, every movement deliberate, as though he wanted you to feel just how much he cared for you. His hands slid to your hips, gripping them firmly as he guided you against him, quickening his pace ever so slightly but never losing the tenderness in his touch.

“Fuck! Peter,” you gasped, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming sensation. “I love you. I love you so much,” you cried, your voice breaking as the heat inside you gave way to pure, unbridled pleasure.

Peter’s breath was heavy in your ear, his forehead resting against yours as he moved faster, deeper. “I love you too, Y/n. Fuck, you're so tight,” he groaned, his hands trembling as he gripped your hips harder. “I’ll always take care of you. You’re everything to me.”

His words sent your heart racing, the heat between you growing more intense with every second. You could feel your release building, your body on the edge, teetering between unbearable tension and blissful release.

“Peter, I—I’m so close,” you whimpered, your nails scratching down his back, leaving faint red marks in their wake. “Please… Alpha…”

Peter growled, the sound low and primal, sending a shiver through your entire body. “I know, baby. I’m close too,” he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. His hand slid between your bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing gentle circles that had you gasping his name.

“Come for me, Babe,” he commanded, his voice rough but gentle, his thumb pressing down harder on your clit as his other hand gripped your waist tighter.

That was all it took. Your body convulsed beneath him as your release tore through you, a cry of pure ecstasy escaping your lips as you trembled uncontrollably. Peter’s name was the only thing you could think of, the only thing that escaped your lips as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Peter wasn’t far behind. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his grip tightening on your hips as he growled your name, his release filling you completely. The bond between you pulsed with warmth, wrapping around the both of you as though sealing the moment.

For a few moments, neither of you moved, both of you lost in the bliss of being so close, so connected. Peter’s breath was still ragged as he collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. His fingers brushed through your hair, his other hand resting protectively over your lower stomach, as if shielding you from the world.

“I’ll always take care of you,” Peter whispered, his voice tender as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll never let anything hurt you, Y/n.”

You smiled, exhausted but filled with love, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady beat of his heart. “I know, Peter,” you murmured sleepily, feeling the last remnants of your heat fade away as the comfort of his presence soothed you. “I love you.”

Peter kissed your forehead gently, sighing in relief as he held you close. “I love you too, Y/n/n. Forever.”

Safe in his arms, you drifted off, knowing that your Alpha would always protect you.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[winterspiderpurrs]

Steve drops Tony to run after Bucky. Same ole same ole.

But while Tony recruited Spider-man to assist he didn't dig to found out who he was. Just asked him to be honest if he was atleast 18.

So he doesn't know Peter is Spiderman.

Throw in some omegaverse.

Turns out Steve and Tony were together officially or not.

While in the hospital for his injuries, he finds out he is pregnant.

He tried to reach out to Steve - no answer

So here Tony is 6 months later with his private lamaze class he needs a partner aka an Alpha.

But no worries, the instructor has the PERFECT alpha to help.

Enter Peter Parker who volunteers to be a stand in Alpha for omegas.

Tony is just flabbergasted that this college kid would be doing this. Was he genuinely this good of a person or is he a creepy alpha or villian.

Peter of course tries not to be shocked about this client being Tony Stark but with all the pages of the NDA it's not surprising now.

Motor mouth Peter who explains how yes he loves to volunteer. He was a late bloomer and was for sure thought he would be an omega and took all the classes for it. But when he turned out to be an Alpha.

He spoken of how he was in an accident and so now he shoots blanks. And this is his chance it help fill a void as most omegas don't want to be with an Alpha who can't give them kids.

Tony asking if he was in sort of lab accident as a joke.

Peter brightens up.

" Funny enough I was! But... I .. signed an NDA about it. "

[marvelsgirl616]

#teehee

[acinematicworld]

🐺 — 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 — 🐺

[𝐭𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:] 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏

[nightlark100]

Alpha Pack Vs Hale Pack: Further adventures of Stiles Stilinski and Kevin the Demon Wolf 🐺

Derek: I thought Stiles was cooking tonight?

Peter: huh? Oh yes, he was supposed to. But he got kidnapped.

Derek: What?!

Isaac: Alpha pack took him

Derek: And the two of you are... waiting for a ransom demand?

Peter: We were actually waiting for Deucalion to call us begging for us to pick up our human. He'll probably be back in time for dinner but we might want to order pizzas just in case

Isaac: We have bets on how long it'll take. Boyd says it'll be max a few hours before they flee the town to get away from him.

Derek: Boyd knows too? Where is he?

Isaac: He went to the movies. He wanted to avoid Stiles tagging along, figured now was the best time.

Derek: He went to the movies while his pack mate was kidnapped

Isaac: Uh huh.

Peter: In fairness Nephew, the boy does get kidnapped at least once every few months. Even I kidnapped him!

*Derek pinches the bridge of his nose and resists the urge to bang his head against the wall*

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*Stiles wakes handcuffed to a chair*

Stiles: Eurgh just once I'd like to wake up on a tropical vacation. Why do people keep doing this... is there some kind of yelp reviews for kidnapping victims and I'm just getting super high ratings? Ahh well... KEVIN GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, I KNOW THIS IS YOU

Deucalion: Perhaps you should remember that you are in a position of vulnerability here, Mr Stilinski, and refrain from your usual level of sass

Stiles: oh that was me being restrained. And I would hardly call this a position of vulnerability

Deucalion: You're tied to a chair in an abandoned building with five alpha werewolves

Stiles: I choose to view it as five alpha werewolves are trapped in an abandoned building with me. What is with the abandoned building obsession anyway? Like, with Derek I get it. He was being broody Mcbrooderson and needed somewhere derelict from which to glare dramatically at passersby. But you? I expected better. I mean, if you're going to commit to this whole being a villain, you need to go all in. I don't see a single mounted skull of an enemy or even a dramatic chair for you to sit in and monologue from. Hell, the only piece of furniture in here is this chair and it's... Honestly, it's kinda comfy. Hmm.

Deucalion: I-

Stiles: Oh and by the way? You really should cut your losses and try again somewhere else. Derek is never going to buy into your whole GRR I AM ALPHA HEAR ME ROAR nonsense. I mean, you guys should get an image consultant or some kind of PR cause the whole offer sucks. And I get that you're embracing the idea of 'you catch more flies with manure than honey' with the grade A bullshit you're shoveling but it's such a weak pitch. Actually, maybe you should skip the rebrand and look at why you feel the need to pretend to be a monster.

Deucalion: wh... pretend?!

Stiles: Seriously. Peter didn't lean this hard into villainy and he was, by all accounts, an asshole before he went feral. Which is actually a shame cause he would have had an awesome evil lair. Ahh well, next time, next time. Anyway I'm getting distracted. My point was, you were apparently quite chill as an alpha before everything. You wanted peace and love and rainbows and fluffy kittens. I don't know what Brawny and the chiropodists nightmare had going on but I do know no one does a complete 180 on their personality without deeper issues. And I do get that you were in a horrible position, you'd just lost your vision, quite a few pack members and one betrayed you. That's enough to mess anyone up. But you still had some pack left, you had people you cared about and you just...

Deucalion: You're not a wolf. You couldn't understand the power that comes from killing your betas.

Stiles: I know Derek is much stronger with us than without us. No magical cure all power boost needed for him, just 100% pure alpha. Wait... is that it? Jeeze... I should have realised! It's nothing to be ashamed of, it is completely natural for a man your age to feel the need to... Compensate.

Deucalion: 😳

Stiles: But you need to take your midlife crisis out of my town. It was mildly amusing at first but now you're just getting obnoxious. We have exams coming up, can't be dealing with your nonsense. Just count yourself lucky that I'm too busy studying and not booting you out myself.

*Stiles sighs and pulls his hands free of the handcuffs he'd undone while talking, getting to his feet*

Stiles: But in all seriousness, you don't need more power, you never did. What you need is therapy. Just... All the therapy. And maybe a hug.

[sleepybbywrites]

Happy Little Omega Farms (4) 18+

a/n: future chapters might be kind of slow, chronically tired bean writes things kinda slow sometimes. But thank you all so much for all the support!! I'm glad people are liking the series so far :3

summary: our omega comes home!

warnings: very tame chapter, maybe some swearing

chapter pairing(s): stony (hehe)/ stony x reader/ tony x reader/ steve x reader (all pairings are only mild)

word count: 2.1k~

The process of adopting an omega was usually extremely tedious and required several levels of background checks, letters of recommendation and several mountains of paperwork to be read through and signed. Thankfully, Tony Stark was a pro at getting what he wanted in a timely manner. Before they had even properly started the process of officially getting an omega for their pack, he had already started taking care of the requirements one by one. He had even gone as far as having FRIDAY pull up the absolutely massive pdf file of the contract they would need to read through and sign and searched it for anything amiss. 

The day that you had met the rest of the pack he’d been ready. He had all the documents on hand, as well as a digital copy on file ready to be emailed or faxed or whatever crazy method these people would want. He wanted you. He didn’t want to leave the damn building until you were officially part of the pack. Part of his pack. Tony sat in the chair of the office, bouncing his knee as he waited for the officials to verify the background checks and recommendation letters. He was worried about one particular check. Steve put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing the other alpha’s shoulder firmly. 

“He’s going to pass.” Steve told him quietly. The other alpha remained tense. He already had plenty of reasons to dislike Bucky, he might actually kill him if he was the one thing preventing them from taking home their omega. “Breathe, Tony.. Don’t make me start scenting you while we’re in public.” his words were spoken quietly, right into Tony’s ear. Nobody in the public eye knew there was anything between the two and while Steve didn’t care whether anyone knew or not, Tony knew it would bring problems for them that he’d much rather avoid. So any affection was reserved to hidden corners and private premises. 

“I’m fine.” Tony brushed him off, sinking into the chair he’d been forced into. Steve had said something about him wearing a trail into the floor with his intense pacing. He was also apparently making the beta workers nervous. So he was sitting in the plump little arm chair, bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers against the armrest. He was restless. Every minute felt agonizingly long and he was trying his best not to absolutely lose it at how long it was taking.

Thankfully it was less than five minutes later that the beta in charge stepped out of their office with a folder tucked into her arm and a large tote bag with ‘Happy Little Omega Farms’ written across it. Tony eyed the folder while Steve was trying to peek into the bag. “Congratulations Mr. Stark, Mr. Rogers. You’re all clear to take home your omega. She got the alert and should be packing up her things right now.” The woman handed the folder to Tony and Steve took the bag, looking inside curiously. “Just some goodies and pamphlets. They’re state required and some of the omega’s helped design some of the items.” she shrugged and turned her attention back to Tony. “There will be a random drop-in within the first three months, just to properly assess how the omega is fitting in, but other than that, you’re all good to go once she comes out. Thanks for coming in.” she gave a small nod of her head before returning into her office.

By the time they were all loaded up in the car, Tony was ticked off in the passenger seat. He had a scent blocker smothered beneath his nose, to block out the scent of the clear arousal and sex that lingered on the women in the backseat, including his– their– new omega. Steve forced him into the passenger seat to cool off while he drove the group home. He spent the whole time chatting happily to their new omega, talking about their home, asking what kind of things the omega would like right away. Tony listened intently, planning on securing any and everything the little omega asked for. Tony wanted nothing more than to be in the back seat with the omega, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. Something about her made his head swim and considering he was supposed to be the brains of the pack, this was a new feeling for him. He’d never ever been so worked up over an omega before. Eventually he pulled his phone from his pocket, attempting to drown his thoughts in whatever nonsense he could find in his emails.

You looked up at the massive home as the car pulled into the long, winding driveway. It was probably the biggest house you’d ever seen and the fact that this was now your home? You could barely believe it.. The car rolled to a stop and Tony was out of the car and opening the door for you so fast. Steve had opened the other side for Wanda and the three of you slipped out of the car with ease. Your eyes were still trained on the house and Tony couldn’t help the small chuckle. “Just wait until you see the inside.” he spoke into your ear quietly, sending a shiver down your back. His hand found the small of your back, leading you up to the front door, using his fingerprint to open the door.

The inside of the house was extremely modern, with beautiful white tiled floors, open window plans which probably looked stunning in the daylight, marble countertops, just the right amount of technology here and there and small hints of feminine touches– likely Pepper’s doing. It was strangely quiet in the house considering how many people lived there and she looked to Tony in question. “I had them all stay in their rooms, wanted to let you have free roam of the place without any of them walking around.” he shrugged softly. “Didn’t want to overwhelm you with a new setting AND having to navigate around new people too.” Tony stepped closer, a hand coming up to your lower back gently. “Here, let me give you the grand tour.” Tony ignored the look Steve gave him and guided you down the hallway for your tour.

Tony pointed out each room they passed, mentioning each room and what you could find inside or why you might like stopping by. He taught you how to use FRIDAY if you were ever unsure of where to go while getting used to everything. The final room he led you to was a massive room with a big comfortable looking bed taking up almost the entirety of it. He cleared his throat softly. “This room is where we were anticipating you making a nest.” Tony explained. “Extremely comfortable bed, a ton of room for you to make the nest and add anything you want into it.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and he walked into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him and looking up at you.

Your feet carried you over to him and you sat down in the space beside him. His hand came up and he pulled you closer until your sides were completely touching. His other hand came up, cupping your cheek with a hand that trembled ever so slightly. Your eyes met with his until the door creaked open. Steve was in the doorway and Tony let out a soft sigh. “Steve..” his voice was strained, his fingers still holding your face. Your eyes flicked over to the man in the doorway before back to Tony. The usually stoic man looked almost pained, as though he was holding himself back.

“You know we need to give her time.” Steve’s voice was stern but it held an underlying softness. He stood in the doorway a moment longer before he stepped into the room, shutting the door gently behind him. He crossed the room in a few strides and he stopped right in front of Tony. Your eyes flickered between the two for a moment, torn between speaking up and watching the two alphas. Steve’s hand came up and rested on Tony’s shoulder. Your eyes followed the interaction, noticing how gentle the touch really was. Tony relaxed and a soft sigh spilled past his lips.

“She just smells so incredible..” Tony breathed out. His voice was tight and his expression seemed to soften as he looked up at Steve. Their eyes met and the authority Steve had always been radiating in your presence seemed to melt away. It clicked for you at that moment. Two alphas in love. It was extremely rare, but here it was right in front of you. Steve leaned down, pressing his lips to the man's forehead. A soft sigh escaped Tony and his eyes shut.

“I know.. We need to let all of our scents acclimate first though.. It’ll make it easier to control when we give her the claim..” His eyes were soft when they met yours and he gave a soft smile, reaching out with his other hand and gently brushing his fingers across your cheek. “Did you get to see your room, kitten?” he asked, a hint of a grin tickled the corner of his mouth. You shook your head softly.

“He showed me where it was but this is the only room we properly stopped in.” You explained, hoping that wouldn’t get Tony in trouble. Steve cast the man a quick look but his blue eyes returned to your gaze quickly, the smile more evident. He stuck his hand out to you and your smaller hand came up, sliding into his hand easily. He tugged you to your feet and he waited for Tony to follow suit before leading both of you towards the door and down the hallway. Your room seemed to be situated in the center of everyone else’s and as the three of you approached, Steve opened the door, revealing the surprisingly spacious room. The room was pretty basic, with a bed, dresser, tv, small couch and a full on ensuite kitchen and bathroom. There were present bags and baskets covering the counters and the bed had a few items on it as well. 

You approached the bed, curious about the items laid out there and you caught the scents of the various members of the pack. You picked up the first item, a red shirt and you pulled it up to your nose, inhaling slowly. It was the man who’d been staring during the meeting. You picked up another item, smelling Natasha’s scent. You realized each of the items here had every pack member's scent on it. A soft rumble emitted from your chest and you let out a soft hum, eyes shutting. You weren’t used to the scents yet, but the idea of having them with your things was one that made your chest warm. It made you feel cared for.

You rearranged the items, making almost a halo above the pillows with all the various items before turning back towards the men. Steve had an arm around Tony’s waist, beneath his suit jacket. He nodded towards all the items on the counters, a silent request for you to take a look at the presents as well. You walked over to the closest one and you reached into the bag, unable to help the soft gasp as your fingers made contact with probably THE softest thing you ever felt. You pulled it out of the bag, revealing the incredibly soft plush blanket. It was a soft blue and covered in little stars and planets. You found yourself unable to help but bring it up to your face, rubbing it against your cheek slowly. Your eyes closed and for a moment you lost yourself in the feeling. HLOF provided plenty for their omegas but never anything this soft. Omegas were sluts for soft fabrics. You had to practically pry yourself away from the blanket, to continue looking at the other gifts. You settled the blanket back into the bag before moving on to the next.

By the time you’d looked through every bag and basket, you had a supply of soft items, snacks, heat suppressants, pain relievers, scent blockers, journals, art supplies, stickers, trinkets. All kinds of different gifts, each one from someone different in the pack. You looked over the gifts a moment and it dawned on you that there were almost enough for each one to be from someone else in the pack, all but one. But you had been properly spoiled, and you didn’t care if any of them had gotten you anything. You found yourself tucked between Steve and Tony, arms around both of them in gratitude. You had a feeling that this would be a better arrangement than you could have ever imagined.

tag list: @mjustag1rl @my-n4me-is-agent

[takaraphoenix]

Alpha Peter has just become so important to me, honestly. I want him to get that second chance, to build a proper pack. And to get his clever boy.

He always wanted Stiles in his own pack. Stiles was the only one he offered the bite to, the only one he consciously, deliberately chose for his own pack. And this would just make him want Stiles more.

Peter becoming an Alpha again through whatever means and doing everything that this time, Stiles will be his. That Stiles will choose him the way he had chosen Stiles.

[blusandbirds]

derek and peter hale - the borders

"all for power." "for my family's power to be rightfully inherited by me."