#omega peter parker

[winterspiderpurrs]

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

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

[the-mad-starker]

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.

[ladyyystark]

Winterspider + post no way home + omegaverse

Peter spent every night regretting what he lost with Bucky. Waking up by his side, the soft vibranium caresses, tender midnight kisses...

And every night Peter dreams about beautiful blue eyes, lying down on a broad chest and strong arms holding his waist.

But he also sees two little children with freckled noses, soft brown hair, and Bucky's eyes.

He's not sure if he's allowed to miss those he never had, but every day he wakes up with an emptiness in the chest. Maybe he's just so used to miss everyone and he cannot differentiate from his dreams.

That doesn't stop him from yearning for those dreams. After a lot of nights, he learned that his dream daughter's name is Rebecca and his son's is Benjamin.

And that feels... right.

She is the oldest and is a total daddy's girl while the little one is a mama's boy.

She likes cycling and he likes drawing. She likes tv shows and he likes old movies. She likes spicy food and he likes sweet things.

He also learns that dream Bucky loves dressing them. Rebecca is usually wearing dresses in soft colors and Benjamin short pants with occasional suspenders.

Bucky is daddy and Peter is mommy.

And dream Peter seems to be the happiest he has ever been while kissing his husband, playing with his children, and rubbing circles on his slightly swollen stomach.

There's also this plushie Peter is not quite sure who it belongs to because his kids share it a lot. It's a bunny with a red ribbon on the neck. Just a normal and common toy in his opinion.

Until he sees the very same plushie in a toy store. Same size and red ribbon on display behind the showcase.

Peter didn’t hesitate to buy it and that night he went to sleep with tears on his face.

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Meanwhile, in another universe, Peter wakes up from a nightmare where he was completely alone in a horrid apartment. No Bucky or his children nearby, just a deep pain in his chest.

His first instinct was to touch his stomach and look for his husband. Bucky was sleeping by his side and their baby safe with him, as any other night.

Just to be sure, he went to Rebecca's bedroom and then to Ben's, both were fast asleep. So after giving them a forehead kiss, he returned to his bedroom, but before entering he saw Tina the bunny abandoned near the stairs. Not wanting anyone tripping with it, he grabbed it and went back to his bed.

Peter didn't want to let go of the plushie, and that night he went back to sleep with a smile on his face.

[amaranthmori]

[greekgeek24]

[arabellafaith]

Completely forgot to post the link to my new ABO Spideypool fanfic!

Peter is kidnapped and taken as fight bait in an illegal Alpha fighting ring. He ends up mated to Deadpool, one of the ring's most dangerous fighters. A lot of filth, angst, and fluff occur.

[papermacherainbow]

Little Princess Cafe Inspired by this mood board

Not many people would expect Tony Stark to be in a coffee shop called “Little Princess’ Cafe,” but he came three times a week like clockwork, though it was never the same three days lest he become predictable. But he had a reason. A very good reason. A very pretty reason, waltzing around behind the counter like she owns it. Because she does. Ever since Morgan dragged him into the fluffy pink princess coffee shop that is the Little Princess Cafe, he's been hopelessly smitten with the Omega owner, Peter Parker. After months of failed courting attempts, he's starting to give up. But a summer afternoon, a broken machine, and a bit of bad timing might just turn his luck around.

@starkerfestivals Kinktober | Knotting • Flufftober | Coffee Date • Whumptober | Insecurity @papermacherainbow Kinktober | Nail Polish @pparkerbingo SFW B4 | Coffee Shop AU

You can read Little Princess Cafe [here]

[statisticalcats2]

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

@pparkerbingo - O2: Begging

@tstarksbingospectacular - O1: A/B/O AU

[prettyparker4wintersoldier]

*WARNING: DUBCON - kinda *

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

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

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

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

Alpha bf can be Steve, or Tony or Bucky

[authoressofdarkness]

Bingo Fill: Breath Play @starkerfestivals

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

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

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

[winterspiderpurrs]

The post was getting a little long BUT @illogicalkat and @smidnite are so amazing for this!

Previous posts from the last addition done here:

And cause I loved it.... imma add a little more :D

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Steve went to get Sarah; his mom on the phone. She was always a voice of reason with him. He was hopefully she could shed some positive light in this situation.

"-That child has known you practically his whole life. You're his papa. Doesn’t matter what some... DNA test says A leanbh. " her Irish accent became more prominent, the more she talked.

" But a man has a right to his child. I know it's going to be hard. And poor Peter! Having to face that man again! I woulda hit him!"

Steve coughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

" Well, uuhh.. no problem there."

" Steve Grant Rogers Barnes! That temper of yours is always getting you in trouble!"

" Ma!"

" Could be making the situation worse."

" I know, Ma, I know..."

Steve could hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

" Well. Was it at least a good hit?"

Steve laughs and moves back toward the dining room where Peter and Matt are still at.

" Yeah, it was a -"

Clatter.

The phone slipped from Steve's hand as he stared at Peter.

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While Steve had wondered off to speak to him mom, Bucky had gone back up stares to check on Harley and May after seeing that Tony had gotten in the car and was a long ways away from the house.

Peter gathered up the paper they had, scanning it over to Matt's office for him so he could review it again in Braille once he got it to his special machine.

" I uuhh... have another question since it's just us."

" Of course. What is it?"

Matt tilted his head toward Peter, sensing that he was nervous again.

" I umm read before that you cannot uhh get divorced if your... pregnant?"

Matt blinks.

" Oh,"

Peter nervously gathers the papers and puts the extra copies in Matt's briefcase for him.

" It's not his. Obviously, but umm, I just wanted to be sure."

Matt smiles and shakes his head.

" You're fine. The state of New York lets you. And as he has no rights to you anymore... you're safe. Congratulations."

Peter smiled in relief and pressed a hand to his stomach. Laughing a little.

" Yeah... I just found out last week. Was gonna wait a few more weeks. Before saying anything to Steve and Bucky. This one definitely was an oops surprise pregnancy."

Clatter.

Peter and Matt turn toward the door to see Steve standing there staring. Cell phone on the floor.

" You're pregnant?!?"

Meanwhile, upstairs, Harley is pacing his room. Why would THE Tony Stark be here? Was it for Dads metal arm that Mom helped create? Was it the scholarship program his school had?

Was he coming to expand his art collection with one of Papa's paintings? Mom had gone back to school and gotten his degree and had written a couple of papers. But would that be enough to get Tony Stark's attention?

He looks at the magazines cut out he had of Tony Stark from a few years ago when he was on the cover of Time magazine. Dad had bought it for him while they were in line at the store. He frowns a little. Now recalling the wide-eyed stare his Mom had when he came into the room and saw it the first time. He seemed oddly nervous when he asked where that came from and why he had it.

The look on Tony Stark's face downstairs, he seemed scared, nervous, and hopeful?

He pulled his laptop up and hesitated a moment. Then he started typing away.

' Young Tony Stark photos'

The more he looked, the bigger the pit in his stomach grew.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

Across town, Tony was once again looking through the paperwork and looked at the copy of the birth certificate.

Father spot was blank on it.

But when he saw the name on the certificate, he rushed towards the trash can and threw up. It all just became too much. Everything that he was robbed of. And how much at least at the time of Harley birth that Peter obviously cared for him deeply.

Harley Edwin Anthony Parker.

[the-mad-starker]

Kinktober 01: Two Omegas, One Strap

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

Summary:

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

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

WC: 2851

(AO3 Link)

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People say that two omegas together won't work.

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

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

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

Peter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not yet, baby," Tony commands.

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

Tony pauses there, catching his breath

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tony stills, not wanting to overstimulate him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Tony does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your turn," Peter slurs.

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, baby, okay," Tony relents.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[disgracedstar]

Omega Peter: What can I do to get MJ's attention, Mr Stark?

Alpha Tony: Take the first step, ask her out on a date.

Peter: No, Mr. Stark. What can I do to get her to notice me and ask me out on a date?

Tony, on the verge of laughing: Umh… That's not very progressive, but okay. How about you wear a new perfume?

Peter: No, no! Stop thinking like dad. Tell me, as an Alpha, what can I do to get MJ's attention?

Tony, surprised and distracted by being labeled dad: Tight clothes… No, forget that! Give her an ice cream and be sweet to her. Easy.

THE NEXT DAY

Ned: Peter, what are those clothes?

Peter, embarrassed and in tight clothing: It's nothing. Where is MJ?

Ned: Does Tony know about this?

Pedro:…

[amaranthmori]

Made for this fic

[selene-borealis]

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

[greekgeek24]