#starker abo

[spidercakes]

Prompt: Tony is a teacher at a public school that Peter also happens to go to. They meet on Peter’s first day of high school and Tony knows Peter is his soulmate because his words to that Tell Tale Thing where they go from grey to black. Peter’s too, and he’s excited at least until Tony all but flat out rejects him. At first Peter is hurt, but then he’s determined. 

Fast forward 3 years and it’s the beginning of Peter’s senior year and by now he knows Tony pretty well seems how he’s gone out of his way to take all Tony’s classes. This year he’s determined to get Mr. Stark to look his way and this year he’s sure he’s got it all figured out. Tony, on the other hand, hadn’t counted on Peter figuring out fashion over the summer so he’s a little stunned when Peter walks into the room with a look on his face that suggests he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Warnings: underage characters (Peter is 17, Tony is in his late thirties), A/B/O, soulmates, alpha Tony/omega Peter.

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When Peter got dressed this morning he did it with purpose, intent, because he’s going to get his soulmate’s attention whether or not Tony wants to give him that much. And he knows Tony wants him too, that somewhere over the last three years Tony took more than a passing interest but he always keeps things appropriate and Peter is bored of it. He was when he’d run into Tony on the first day of school ago and Tony has been nothing but polite with him ever since.

And Peter, he’s tried everything he can think of to get Tony’s attention and none of it worked, not really. Yeah, Tony isn’t put off by his babbling, and yeah Tony is obviously attracted to him, but none of those things make him act on it and Peter wants his alpha, damnit. Plus Tony needs his omega, Peter can tell and he’s tired of Tony denying Peter and himself. The problem is that three years of trying has led Peter to believe he'd never be able to do it, catch Tony’s attention in the way he wants. The way he figured it out was a total accident too, all he’d done was throw on a skirt that happened to be a little bit too small before running to the store to get fuzzy peaches but he’d noticed the way people looked at him.

Maybe its because he’s never really considered himself good looking that he never considered that just dressing a different way could get someone’s attention. He’d spent the rest of the summer experimenting with outfits, occasionally flirting with people who approached him just to figure that out too. Now he knows exactly how to dress to get people to stare at him as he walks by, how to flirt, tease. Now, finally, he might stand an actual chance of getting Tony’s attention before he leaves for college.

He can’t wait to see Tony again because its been a little more than two months and he misses his alpha. Maybe they don’t spend tons of time together while Peter is in school, but they spend some time together at least and that’s better than nothing. He’s got Tony for his first class, and for his last class, so he’s got lots of opportunity to tease Tony, to try to get a rise out of him. He’s chosen a pretty pink skirt and a crop top, something simple but sexy, not like he’s trying too hard. Peter knows he looks good because more than a couple people give him a once over as he makes his way to class.

By the time he gets to class he’s feeling extra giddy because its been so long since he’s seen Tony. He’s even a little early, just enough to beat everyone else and maybe get a more honest reaction from Tony when he sees Peter. When he walks into the room he does so without saying anything, waiting for Tony to look away from the board he’s writing on to see him. Its so worth it to see his face when he turns, watching him go from his Regular Teacher face to awed in about two seconds. He stands there and smiles, letting Tony take him in as he looks Peter over slowly, taking his time to appreciate what he’s looking at, Peter assumes. 

“Peter,” Tony breathes out softly.

He can’t help but smile wider, watching the way Tony looks even more lustful as he does. “Hi, Mr. Stark,” he says, enjoying how Tony swallows hard, watching Peter walk to a desk in the third row and sit down. He casts a quick glance to the door and Peter’s heart skips a beat as he sits up a little straighter, daring himself to hope that Tony will finally give in to him. He doesn’t though, he just gives Peter a somewhat desperate look before he turns back around to face the board. He deflates but only a little because that’s the best reaction he’s gotten in... ever, actually.

*

Tony keeps having to tell himself not to stare at Peter, who seems to be attempting to politely fend off Flash’s not at all subtle attempts to flirt with him. It grates Tony’s nerves hard to watch that irritating little shit- he stops the train of thought for what feels like the millionth time this morning and reminds himself that he likes Flash. Yeah, the kid has a chip on his shoulder that’s a mile wide and he’s kind of a dick, but he’s smart and underneath his penchant for being kind of an asshole he’s pretty funny too. Except he keeps talking to Peter, leaning slightly into his space and- “Pay attention, Flash,” he snaps, sounding far angrier than the situation calls for. The tone of the classroom changes fast and Tony sighs as Peter raises an eyebrow, quickly casting a glance around before settling back into his seat looking pleased with himself.

He wants to think that Peter has no reason to look that way but Tony knows he’d snap like that again in a heartbeat if someone- He stops that train of thought too because Peter isn’t his, and he looks so delicious with that short skirt of his ridden up his thighs in his seat. Tony has wanted to bend him over since last year and-

Fuck he hopes this is a one off thing, that Peter just happened to look exceptionally appealing but a quick glance over at Peter’s smug expression tells Tony that this is calculated. By the time Peter leaves the classroom, last because he made sure to take his sweet ass time getting his stuff together, Tony can’t help but stare at his ass as he walks out of the room. Peter moves like he’s aware Tony’s eyes are on him, graceful and sexy and when did he learn to walk in heels?

Peter rounds the corner out of the room, leaving Tony blissfully alone, and he walks over to his schedule hoping that he doesn’t have to sit through another class with Peter distracting him the entire time. A quick glance tells him he doesn’t have that kind of luck, he’s got Peter at the end of the day and that’s just great. There’s no way... god, he’s going to have to figure out a way to not drag Peter off somewhere and-

Yeah, and he thought resisting his scent was bad enough, of course Peter had to figure out a way to make himself all the more tempting. 

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[ironspiidey]

Hidden Omega Chapter 2

Part 2 to the muse of Starker ABO 

Chapter 2: Bossy Omega

Chapter 1

Peter pulled Tony up “C’mere Alpha.”

Tony got up off his knees which protested by cracking which made the older man wince “You sure you want this old man as your Alpha?” he said as he sat down on the bed beside Peter.

Peter pushed at his chest to get Tony to lay down “Of course Alpha.” Peter crawled on top of him and placed his nose against Tony’s neck once he got the hint to lay down. “You’re the only Alpha I’ve ever wanted.”

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Peter couldn’t help but lean further into the touch. “No Alpha I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m crying because I’m so happy. You’re everything I’ve always wanted and now I finally have it.” Peter sniffed

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“Bucky mind explaining why Peter’s room is on lockdown?” Nat raised an eyebrow, walking into the living room and stopping in front of the couch where the dark haired man was laying down.

“Peter deserves some privacy sometimes.” Bucky shrugged.

“A few minutes after I threaten to go get Stark?” Nat challenges, hands on his hips.

“Yeah that was pretty awful.”

“No it wasn’t! Peter can’t hid his second gender forever and it’s not like it’s going to end badly anyway!”

“You’re an Alpha, you don’t understand how much pressure and how scary it can be with an Omega.”

“I may be an Alpha but I’m not an idiot. I know the difference when it comes to Omegas Barnes.”

“Calm down. Peter isn’t hiding from Tony anymore.”

Nat just raised an eyebrow

“Hey are you pestering my Omega?” Steve suddenly appeared in the doorway

Bucky smiled “Nah, just asking about Pete.”

“You’re not still demanding him to talk to Tony are you?” Steve sighed. “You can’t force Peter to tell him that, even if it’s more obvious then how the sky is blue. We know they’re going to be bond mates but that’s something they need to do on their own time not being forced by their family.” Steve made his way to the couch, lifting Bucky’s legs to sit down then placing him in his lap.

“They need to get their head out of their asses. I don’t know about you but I’m beyond tired with the tension of Peter hiding it. I mean we all know how come Tony doesn’t. ”

Bucky having enough of the red heads bitching turned to his mate “It’s cute how you called us family.”

Steve shrugged “We all bicker like one anyway. “

“Besides Tony knows.”

Both Steve and Natalie turn abruptly to the solider “What??” They say in unison.

Bucky sighed. “I wasn’t going to say anything because it’s their business not ours but Tony knows about Peter.”

“Since when?” Natalie drills.

“Since a few minutes ago.”

“How do you know this?”

“Well Mom” Bucky rolls his eyes at Nat “I went and checked on Peter like you asked me to and while I was doing that, Tony walked in. I walked out shortly afterwards. What I can tell you is Tony isn’t mad.”

“That doesn’t explain the lock down.”

“I did that. They deserved some privacy.”

Steve nodded in understanding, “I know we sure needed it after everything we went through, I’m sure the same is to be said with Tony and Peter.”

Nat sighed and sat down in the arm chair behind her “Now what?”

“We pray if things get intense Peter’s room is sound proof.”

Both Steve and Nat cringed at that which made Bucky laugh

Peter pulled Tony up “C’mere Alpha.”

Tony got up off his knees which protested by cracking which made the older man wince “You sure you want this old man as your Alpha?” he said as he sat down on the bed beside Peter.

Peter pushed at his chest to get Tony to lay down “Of course Alpha.” Peter crawled on top of him and placed his nose against Tony’s neck once he got the hint to lay down. “You’re the only Alpha I’ve ever wanted.”

“You boost my ego Kid.” Tony wrapped his arms around the slender boy. He swallows roughly “Whatcha doing?” he asked nervously as Peter started nosing his neck, getting closer and closer to Tony’s scent gland.

“Scenting you Alpha.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Peter lifted his head enough to place a soft kiss to where a bond bite would go. “My alpha.”

“Petey?”

Peter hummed in response but kept up his actions.

Tony sighed, tilting his head to the side to give the young omega better access. “Babyboy.”

“Yes Alpha?”

“How uh.” Tony swallows hard, the omega is having a stronger effect on Tony then he thought possible. “How far is your heat?”

Peter hummed in thought, his lips brushing against the Alpha’s neck as he spoke “Today’s Friday? Should be here in 2 days or so

“Oh. I think I can smell it on you.” Tony licked his lips, he tightened his hold on Peter and inhaled deeply “Yep I can definitely smell it on you.”

Peter giggled “A good smell?”

“More like delicious.” Tony took a deep breath then shook his head, sitting up. “C’mon Pete,”

Peter frowned. “What’s wrong? Do you not want to spend my heat with me?”

“Of course I do baby, but are you sure this is something you want? This is going really fast and I just want, no need to make sure you’re okay with this and won’t regret it later.”

Peter leans his forward against Tony’s and wraps his arms around the Alpha’s neck. “You’re dumb for being a genius. An Omega doesn’t become mindless and knot obsessed until the day of maybe the day before. Plus anyone with eyes knows how much I adore you.”

Tony took a deep breath “Okay Bambino you got me there, considering how long it took me to figure out your second gender.”

“How did you figure that out anyways?” Peter asked curiously.

Tony sighed at that. “About that...”

Peter gave him a look as he leaned back to look at the other man properly “Tony.”

“Well you see, sometimes I’m nothing more than an overprotective alpha and you’ve been giving off this stressed out scent. But when I would ask you about it, you’d act like it was nothing. So I may or may not have taken the liberty of checking the cameras.”

Peter shook head, he knew he should be upset or angry but the omega in him was preening at the fact his alpha was worrying about him and trying to take care of him. “So you spied on me?”

Tony swallowed roughly “I would prefer to call it being protective of what’s mine.”

“And that’s when you heard me talking to Bucky.”

Tony nods “and then everything made so much more sense.”

Peter leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips “I’ll probably be mad you about this later but right now it’s just making me warm and fuzzy inside.”

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle “So you still want me around?”

Peter nodded “For now”

Tony raised an eyebrow “For now? I’m wounded Pete.”

Peter kissed him again then started to get up “And I’m hungry, we can deal with your wounded ego later.”

“Saucy. I like it.”

Peter rolled his eyes and grabbed the alpha’s arm. “C’mon I want Shawarma.”

Tony took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Okay bossy, is this what your heat is going to be like?”

Peter shrugged “Probably worse.”

“Probably? You said you went through heats before?”

Peter nodded “Well yes but not with someone before. I’ve always been alone.”

“So I will be the only Alpha to see you through a heat?” Tony licked his lips

“Well yeah.” Peter grinned and kissed his boyfriend. “Stop licking your lips, you’re distracting me.”

Tony let out another chuckle. “Sorry Bambino, you’re just too irresistible when you tell me things like that

“C’mon Tones, I want food.” Peter gets up and tugs his arm towards to the door

“Okay okay, let’s go see if anyone else wants takeout before we order.” Tony smiles and gets up with the omega, heading in the direction of the living room.

[prettyboy-parker]

starker abo: homecoming

warnings: emotional and physical abuse (nothing explicit!), smut at the end, implied thorki, mentioned sambucky

words: 3.7k

“Jesus, he’s such a fuckin’ crybaby. I feel bad for Quentin.”

Everyone turns to look at the table across the cafeteria. Peter Parker, the world’s snootiest omega, is perched on top of the navy lunch table and bawling his eyes out. Loki, a lithe snarky omega, is patting under Peter’s eyes with tissues. His usual posse huddles around him, cooing at and petting him.

“I don’t. His performance in bed probably outweighs his attitude, if you catch my drift.” Sam snickers and Bucky punches him in the arm. The alpha lets out a whine and rubs at his shoulder. “Hey! What was that for?” He snaps at his boyfriend. Bucky just narrows his eyes. Tony finds himself looking at Peter again. He seems to have calmed down a little. His friends usher him out of the cafeteria, no doubt to help him fix his makeup. Tony could gag at how fucking prissy the omega is.

“You okay, Tony? You look a little pale.” Steve says, and Tony can’t believe he’s actually concerned.

“Jeez, Steve, I’m fine. Your motherly instincts take over?”

The table howls with laughter.

“Good one, Stark!” Thor booms and Steve rolls his eyes. Tony sends a wink at Steve, a group of girls heading towards their table emerging in the corner of his eye.

“Steven,” Peggy, the beta exchange student from England, pipes up. A few of her friends giggle behind her. “Would you come with me? I have to talk to you.”

Steve nods wordlessly, trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

“He’s smitten, I tell ya’.” Bucky slurs, tossing a crumpled napkin at Sam.

“Idiot. I’ve got to piss, see you in Calc.”

Sam groans and Rhodey shouts “TMI!” Tony passes a table of girls on his way out, and they all call his name. He shoots them a wink, opening the double doors to the hallway. It’s actually quiet in the hallway, aside from his combat boots thunking on the linoleum floors. He fishes through his leather jacket’s pocket, looking for his cigs, when-

“Watch where you’re fucking going!”

Tony stumbles back as he knocks into, well, none other than Peter Parker. He looks like he’s going to cry again as Loki lifts him off of the floor. The tan-skinned beta flips him a bird as they walk away.

Great.

✨👑✨

He can’t believe Quent would ever say that to him. For one, he’s not a slut. He’d never cheat on Quentin, he knows that, so why did he say it? Two, Quentin’s lucky no one was around to see Peter’s tears.

What he can’t get over is how Quentin touched him like that.

He’s heard of alphas hitting their omegas, but it’s always been an old wive’s tale, or whatever. He guesses that Quentin’s just stressed. He didn’t do so hot on his Pre-Calc test, so maybe he has some pent up anger.

Peter needs to send him some flowers.

By the time he gets back to his apartment, he’s already tried calling Quentin three times to apologize, but the alpha never picked up. He drops his Vera Bradley book bag on the floor with a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Peter! How was school?” Uncle Ben asks from where he’s seated at the kitchen island.

Peter breaks down into tears.

Uncle Ben takes him in his arms, holding him close. That’s the thing about his uncle, whenever he’s upset he just lets Peter cry it out, never asking for an explanation. Peter appreciates when his aunt gives him advice, he really does, but sometimes it’s nicer just to be held.

“I’ve got Halotop ice cream that’s calling your name.”

Peter giggles softly as Uncle Ben ruffles his hair.

Soon enough he’s cuddled under his silk sheets, a carton of peanut butter cup ice cream in his hands. In the midst of watching Cady and Janis mix together foot cream, his phone rings.  “Quentin 💕💕” lights up on the screen over a very flattering picture of his boyfriend.

“Hi,” Peter answers quietly.

“Hi honey, I just-um-wanted to say I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“It’s okay Quent, I was a bitch too. I’m sorry.” Peter responds quietly, stabbing his ice cream with his spoon.

“You kind of were. I’ll catch you tomorrow, okay?”

“Bye, love you.”

“Bye.”

Peter hangs up the phone, feeling emptier than before.

✨👑✨

“Anthony, you are not wearing that.”

Tony smirks and adjusts the collar of his leather jacket.

“Don’t worry, dad. I know Peter. It’s all good.” He replies, running a hand through his hand. Howard clenches his jaw.

“Come on, boys. We don’t want to be late.” His mother calls, ushering the two to the car. Howard still looks pissed as he climbs into the driver's seat, Tony scrolling through Instagram as they drive to the Parker’s. A picture of Peter appears, the omega posing on the hood of a cherry red ‘65 Thunderbird. His long, milky legs are displayed by his tiny red running shorts. A sliver of his toned stomach is exposed by his cream Coca Cola crop top. His almond hair looks like it’s blowing in the wind. Red heart-shaped glasses frame his face perfectly. The caption reads “Taste the Feeling! ♥️♥️”.

A small part of Tony wants to taste him.

He ignores that part.

“Now you behave, Anthony. This deal is important, we’re paying Benjamin a lot of money for his program.” Howard reminds him.

“Yeah yeah,” Tony replies, rolling his eyes and itching for a smoke. They pull up to one of the apartment complexes in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Tony begrudgingly follows his parents, the elevator operator nervously pressing the buttons.  The elevator brings them directly to Peter’s penthouse because of course, the Parkers have a penthouse.

“Oh, hello!” A voice exclaims from the kitchen. He stands awkwardly until Mrs. Parker emerges from the other room. “Welcome, all of you!” She exclaims, giving his mom a hug.

“Oh, Anthony, I remember when you were just a baby. Your mother came to me for a dress for a gala, and she brought you along. You’ve grown into such a handsome alpha.”

Tony flushes, embarrassed. His mom laughs loudly and pinches his cheeks.

“Peter should be down soon, he always takes forever to get ready.” Mrs. Parker complains, pushing her glasses farther up her nose. “Benjamin is picking some whiskey from the cellar. Why don’t you come sit down?”

Mrs. Parker leads them to the living room, where the couches are covered with blankets and the fireplace roars. Tony sinks into the knitted blanket, sighing heavily.

“Oh, goodness, I’m sorry I’m late!”

Peter Parker is at the top of the steps, in a tight, glittery maroon dress, looking like an absolute vision.

“Come down, Pete.” His aunt calls with a smile. The omega’s heels click on the hardwood staircase as he comes downstairs. He’s prettier up close, a silver glittery barrette holding his curls out of his face. Gold glitter is swept over his cheeks and eyelids.

“Anthony,” He says, scrunching up his button nose. Tony winks at him. The only empty seat is next to the alpha, so Peter daintily sits down on the couch. He smells divine, like expensive floral perfume mixed with the sweet scent of omega.

“You can call me Tony, you know.” The alpha purrs under the voices of his parents and Mrs. Parker. Peter rolls his eyes.

“Dully noted.” He snaps back, but Tony just laughs.

Dinner goes on slowly and Tony keeps his mouth shut. Peter’s definitely checking him out (or maybe that’s just Tony’s ego.) During the meal of lamb and beef, Tony notices a bruise blooming under the hem of his dress.

The omega gives him a glare and adjusts his collar.

✨👑✨

“Did you hear? We’re being assigned partners this time.”

“Ugh, gag,” Peter grumbles, tapping his pink pen on his pink notebook.

“I know,” Loki responds, eyes glancing to the back of the room. “I hope I get paired up with Thor, though.”

Peter smiles and picks at his cuticle.

“He better ask you to homecoming. I’m blackmailing him if he doesn’t by Friday.” He says nonchalantly, eyeing the burly blonde in the back of the room. He’s laughing about something with Anthony.

“Peter. I’ll beat you to it, you know that.” Loki jokes. Peter nudges him in the shoulder of his dark green sweater. The class quiets down when Ms. Hill steps into the room.

“Good afternoon, everyone. As you may have heard from the other classes, we’re starting our quarter project.” She announces. “I’ll be assigning you into partners, and you’ll be researching the impact and achievements of a Chinese dynasty.”  

The glass groans, a few pairs of eyes flicking around nervously.

“Calm down. It’s senior year, you should all know each other by now. I’ve already have your partners, so listen up...”

Peter studies his French manicure as Ms. Hill calls out their names. He gives Loki a wink when the teacher pairs Thor with him for the Tang Dynasty. It’s getting to the end of the list, and Peter’s worried that Ms. Hill might have forgotten him, then-

“Tony and Peter. Song Dynasty.”

The omega dies a little inside.

“Alright, get to work! Rubrics are on my desk, get brainstorming!”

The class disperses into a flurry of noise and movement. Tony slowly stalks over to him like the douchebag he is.

“How about you get the rubric?” Peter suggests, but it’s more of an order than anything. Tony smirks and places his pencil on the desk next to Peter.

“Anything for you, princess.” He teases, causing the omega to flush a bright red. Peter doodles in his notebook until Tony gets back with two rubrics.

“Song Dynasty. I’m fuckin’ pumped.”

This actually makes Peter giggle a little bit.

“Calm down, Anthony.” He quips back, a small smile on his face.

It turns out the two work together pretty well.

Tony’s definitely not a slacker, and had avid ideas that Peter wrote down. They settled on a comedy-style presentation. (Which Peter would neverdo, but who can say no to Tony’s puppy dog eyes?)

When the bell rings, Tony walks him to his next class, like a...gentleman.

Who knew?

✨👑✨

“Good morning Midtown! I’m Peter Parker, your SGA President.”

Tony turns his attention to the T.V in the hallway. Peter sits at the newscaster desk, in a navy and white tennis polo, a matching headband pushing back his curls, and two big pearls adorning his ears. Tony could purr, but he pinches himself. There’s no way he can be falling for Peter Parker.

No way.

The entire hallway goes silent, in awe of their queen on the screen.

“A quick reminder-next week is spirit week! The days are posted on our Instagram and around the school. Don’t forget to buy your homecoming tickets. They’re being sold all week in the cafeteria. Thanks, and have a wonderful day!”

Everyone resumes their conversation.

Tony slams his locker shut.

✨👑✨

“Oh god, you are not making me ride that.”

Tony laughs loudly and tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

Peter stands with his arms crossed over his baby blue Chanel sweater. His pink lips are turned down into a frown, button nose scrunched like it always is.

“I am. Unless you want to walk?” Tony coos, handing his helmet to the omega. His honey eyes glance down at the black helmet, then back up to Tony.

“You’ll keep me safe?” Peter asks quietly, his bitchy facade dropping. Tony’s eyes widen.

“Oh, of course, Pete. I’d never let anything happen to you.” The alpha responds, genuine care in his voice.

“Well, then let’s go, slowpoke.” Peter huffs, placing the ill-fitting helmet on top of his curls. Tony chuckles and straddles the bike, waiting as Peter slowly wraps his arms around his torso, resting his cheek on his back.

“Hold on!” Tony calls as he starts the bike, causing the tiny omega to yelp. They leave school, weaving through the cars and students. Peter shouts directions to his house in Tony’s ear, the alpha smiling as the wind whips behind him. They eventually arrive at Peter’s apartment complex, parking his motorcycle in the garage for the occupants.

“That sucked,” Peter grumbles, but-Tony sniffs the air.

Peter’s turned on.

He’s about to crack a joke, but stops himself. Peter looks at the ground, embarrassed.

“Sorry. Didn’t bring my car.”

Peter tries to hide his smile.

The omega brings him up to his penthouse, heading to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

“Do you want anything, Tony? I’ve got...quite a lot.” Peter asks, grabbing some wheat crackers and spread from the fridge. Tony shucks off his leather jacket, placing it over the back of the chair. He runs his hand over the cool marble counter.

“I’m good, but thank you.” He responds, pulling his notebook out of his bag. Peter shrugs, grabbing his book bag.

“Suit yourself. Let’s go upstairs, my aunt will be home soon.” He tells Tony, not sparing him a second glance before heading to the staircase. The alpha rushes behind him, narrowly avoiding an expensive looking vase. They turn right down the hallway, pictures of Peter at all stages of his life on the walls. One catches Tony’s eyes, a little baby Peter with a big blue bow on his head, smiling as he plays in a pile of leaves.

“Please don’t touch anything, Anthony.” Peter sniffs when they reach his room, pink exploding in Tony’s vision. His room is huge, perfectly cleaned and organized. There are pictures everywhere, Peter smiling with his friends. A king-sized canopy bed sits in the middle of the room, expensive silk pillows arranged with care. Peter plops himself on the ground, spreading out his papers.

”Your room is...nice.” Tony comments, sitting on the ground next to Peter. He's still overwhelmed by the omegan aroma filling the room.

”Thank you.” Peter says softly, clearly pleased.

”Should we get started? I had some ideas about how we should present the civil service exam.”

They get a big chunk of their work done but end up talking about everything butthe Song Dynasty. Peter’s actually really fucking smart, wanting to study biological engineering in college. He's down to earth and an absolute sweetheart when he's not surrounded by the student body.

And he's really fucking pretty.

”I know! Fury is such a hardass!” Peter exclaims through giggles, tears coming out of his big doe eyes. His curls are a mess, splayed underneath his head.

Tony isn’t thinking when he reaches over and thumbs away Peter’s happy tears.

The omega blinks in surprise, but-

sucks Tony’s thumb into his mouth.

Tony growls loudly, removing his thumb from Peter’s mouth with a pop, leaning down, and pressing his lips to the other’s. The omega is everything Tony thought he would be. Sweet like sugar, with the remnants of the crackers on his tongue. He hums happily as Tony picks him up, pulling the smaller into his lap.

“Tony-“

“I fucking like you, Parker.”

“Tony,” Peter whispers as the alpha lightly drags his fingers over his bare thighs. “Tony, I have a boyfriend.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be your boyfriend, Peter.” Tony says, almost frantically. “He-He fucking hurts you.”

Peter flinches at his word choice.

“He doesn’t. It’s none of your business.” The omega breathes, avoiding Tony’s gaze.

“Peter, please tell someone. Or break up with him, I don’t care.” The alpha pleads, taking Peter’s hands in his. The omega rips them away.

“He loves me. Please drop it.”

Tony bites his tongue.

✨👑✨

“Loki, your bow is crooked.”

Loki rolls his eyes and spins around.

“Then fix it, Peter.”

Peter laughs and straightens the blue bow that holds his black, silky hair out of his face. It’s Class Colors Friday, the seniors getting their rightful color of blue. Harley takes a bite of his sandwich, looking over Peter’s shoulder.

“Uh, Pete? Quentin’s coming over here, and he looks mad.”

Peter turns around, seeing his boyfriend heading towards him with a scowl on his face. Peter pretends to light up, giving him a small wave. Before he can greet the alpha, he’s grabbing Peter by his cheerleading jacket.

“You fucking slut,” He growls, blue eyes narrowed. “You sleeping around with Stark now?”

Peter whimpers as his breathing picks up.

“Quent, you’re making a scene.” He whispers, tugging at the alpha’s sleeve gently. Quentin grins menacingly.

“Am I, now?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to Peter’s cheek. “That’s high praise coming from a drama queen like yourself. Have fun finding another homecoming date.”

With that, Quentin pushes him back, and storms out of the cafeteria. Peter follows him, ignoring the shouts from his friends.

“Quentin, baby, wait!” The omega calls out once they get into the hallway, causing the alpha to spin around.

“Is it true? You made out with Stark?”

Peter’s bottom lip quivers as he stays silent. Quentin sighs exasperatedly, clenching his fists tightly.

“You deserve everything I did to you, Peter. And I hope you fucking know it.”

Peter doesn’t see his, well, ex-boyfriend, leave through his tears. He shuffles off to the omega restroom, trying to keep his mascara from running. He sifts through his purse for his little packet of tissues, dabbing at his eyes frantically. The door swings open, and Peter expects Loki and Harley, but the smell of smoke and musky alpha fills the room.

“Shit, Peter, I’m so fucking sorry,” Tony says quickly. Peter just whimpers and cuddles into the alpha’s torso.

“You were right,” He cries, breathing in deep breaths of Tony’s scent. The other boy strokes his curls, shushing him. “And now I don’t have a homecoming date, and all my friends do, and senior year is just going to suck.”

Tony sighs deeply from above him.

“I can go with you, if you want.”

Peter looks up into Tony’s deep brown eyes.

“Are you asking me out, Anthony?” He teases, poking the alpha’s cheek. His eyes widen in surprised.

“No! Not at all. I’m just saying, if you wanted to, I’d be willing to go with you.”

Peter laughs and kisses him.

✨👑✨

Tony’s so fucking nervous.

His hands shake as he grips the stupid plastic corsage box in one, ringing the doorbell with the other.

Mrs. Parker opens the door.

“Tony. Come on in. Peter will be down in a second.” She says with a glint in her eyes. Tony follows her into the apartment, perfectly clean, like always.

“Let me see,” Mrs. Parker smiles, leaning over to look at the corsage in the box. “He’ll love it.”

Speaking of him-

Peter Parker appears at the top of the steps.

Tony’s mouth parts subconsciously. Peter looks-Peter looks stunning. His dress is a cherry red that matches his lipstick, all lace and off the shoulder. He walks down slowly, smoothing the skirt of his dress.

“Peter, oh my god, you look beautiful.” Tony sputters as Peter gives him a peck on the cheek.

“And you look handsome,” The omega responds, thin fingers adjusting Tony’s tie. “You bought a corsage!”

Tony laughs, opening the box and picking up the white rose. He adjusts it on Peter’s wrist as the other boy pins a white boutonniere to Tony’s lapel.

“Perfect,” He coos, pressing another kiss to Tony’s jaw.

Mrs. Parker gives him a quick, threatening talk as Peter uses the bathroom. Peter fake swoons when Tony opens the passenger door to his Audi.

They’re the perfect pair.

They take pictures and dance and kiss and it’s everything Tony could ever dream of. Peter wins homecoming queen, as he should. He looks divine on stage, sparkling tiara on his curls and smiling wide.

“Alpha,” Peter whines, 30 minutes before the dance ends, making Tony’s heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, baby?” Tony responds, grinding his hips forward against Peter’s ass, a quiet ‘oof’ falling from his lips.

“Can-Can we go back to your place? If your parents aren’t home-“

“Fuck yes.”

The car is thick with the scent of arousal, the mixing of their pheromones making Tony crazy. They’re on top of each other once they make it inside.

“Tony, where’s your room?” Peter moans as Tony nibbles on his neck. The alpha doesn’t respond, instead lifts the smaller into his arms. Tony rushes upstairs, making sure he doesn’t drop Peter. They collapse onto the bed, Tony pressing his lips to Peter’s. He tastes delicious, as always, and Tony can’t help but moan. He pulls off of Peter, shucking off his suit jacket as Peter stands up.

“Alpha, can you help undo my dress?”

That phrase sends a jolt of arousal to Tony’s dick.

He obeys, thick fingers tugging the silver zipper down. Peter steps out of the dress, his freckled back on full display, as well as his delectable ass that’s barely covered by white panties. In awe, Tony runs his fingers over the pale stretch marks littering his flesh.

“Is that- are they too gross? Quentin always said t-they were ugly.”

Tony’s speechless.

“No, no, baby,” He coos, spinning Peter around so he can see his face. His doe eyes shine with oncoming tears. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that? You’re the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”

Peter giggles shyly, flushed.

“Fuck Quentin. He’s a pussy, not a real alpha. He never deserved you. You’re perfect, my little omega.”

They make love.

There’s nothing else to call it-not fucking, not sex. Peter rides him for everything he’s worth, tiny cock leaking against his stomach as his thick thighs straddle Tony’s. The tiara stays on, his curls becoming damp with sweat. Tony doesn’t last long, he pops his knot too early, but he doesn’t mind, since Peter is right behind him.

“Tony?” The omega whispers after Tony slipped out of him and cleaned them up.

“Yeah?” The alpha responds, breath hitting the back of Peter’s neck.

“I fucking like you, Stark.”

Tony laughs, pulls Peter closer under the covers, and kisses him.

[starkerdays]

Ok so idk if you do a/b/o but if you do here’s an idea Peter is an omega going through his first heat and has no fucking clue what’s going on and he’s scared so he asks for tony to pick him up from school. Tony is an Alpha and Peter doesn’t know what’s going on but he throws himself at Tony

(please be gentle with me, idk much about abo)

Suddenly, he felt hot. He felt as if the room had been suffocated and they were now trapped somewhere with no air whatsoever. 

“Ned?” he asked, tongue sticking out momentarily, already panting. 

His best friend turned around and looked at him, concerned written in all of his features. He looked normal, he didn’t look like the overwhelming heat Peter was feeling all over his body was attacking him. 

“Are you okay?” Ned asked, his hand going to Peter’s shoulders. “You’re soaked, Peter. What’s going on?” 

Peter looked down at his shoulder and realized he was not only sweating like every teenager did. He was sweating like a pig. What was happening? He turned his head to his teacher, who somehow seemed to know what was going on and asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom, to which Peter didn’t answer, he just stood up and left, limping a little. 

The bathroom wasn’t far from the classroom, but it felt like he had to walk ages, all the while a weird sensation was filling his stomach. He felt as if he had peed himself but somehow ended up in his ass? 

He opened the doors to the bathroom and almost jumped back when he saw himself in the mirror. He was red-faced, hands and everything else sweating, and with the extreme hotness he felt not leaving his body. There were windows opened all over the bathroom and he still felt like he was chocking on hot air coming from the depths of hell. 

His hands roamed down his disgustingly wet body and he managed to get his phone out. The only person who wouldn’t freak out about this was Tony. He had told him to call him anytime, and he knew that if May saw him like that, she was going to think he was sick, and he didn’t feel sick. He felt… weird. 

The line rang two times before a masculine voice answered. 

“Tony” the kid said, his voice urgent, pleading, suffocating. 

“Pete. What happened? Are you hurt?” the man said, rusttling coming from the other line, where the mad had clearly sat up straight from whatever surface he was laying on. 

“I- I’m extremely sweaty, and hot and I can’t breathe and I…” he started, looking down at himself, at the strange sensation he felt from his pants. Was he hard? Did he have a fucking erection? 

“You what?” asked Tony, picking up his car keys and directing himself to it. 

“And my head spins” he finished, surprised that he was able to think quickly in times like that. 

“I’m coming to pick you up. Don’t leave the bathroom until I send you a message”. 

Peter didn’t have it in himself to answer to that. He just assumed Tony knew he would obey him, and he did, leaving the bathroom only when he got a message from Tony ten munutes later saying ‘out’. 

He barely knew how he made it passed the secretary. That secretary that didn’t miss anything. But he did, and he saw Tony’s car immediately, approaching it at a fast pace, almost jumping inside from how desperate he was for it to fucking stop. 

Tony’s breath hitched the second the kid got inside, his nose filling with a scent he had heard of many times before, and smelled only a few. The kid was in heat and Tony had made the brilliant decision to pick him up. Tony. An alpha. And alpha that was already turned on. 

Peter was with his head in his hands, trying to cover himself from the imminent heat of the sun, resting his particularly heavy skull in his knees. 

“Drive” he pleaded, his voice working barely outside of a whisper, and Tony took everything he had in himself to do it, He started driving them back to his own tower, where he knew they could be safe and unbothered. 

The moment Peter looked up, though, something happened. 

Tony looked extremely appetizing today, specially with the sun that he hated so much making his hair shine, looking like a fucking greek god that Peter suddenly had the need, the urge to throw himself at and… kiss? No. That couldn’t be it, right?

Tony looked back at him as if he knew Peter was staring, and Peter didn’t know what to do, but he didn’t take his eyes off the man. 

“There’s something wrong with me” Peter muttered, his eyes filling with tears as he discovered, to his horror, that what was making him horny was Tony. His mentor. 

Tony turned the car and stopped right down a three, where a few cars were passing by but nobody could see them unless they tried really hard, and he took Peter by the wrists, forcing him to kind of stand up and land on his lap. 

Peter gasped. What was Tony doing? 

But before he gave himself time to think, Tony pressed his mouth against his, kissing him desperately, driving his hands down Peter’s body, reaching his ass and sliding a hand inside them, feeling the boy’s hole completely wet. 

“Holy fuck, Peter, you’re in heat” 

Peter didn’t pull away, he just kept moving and pushing against Tony, meeting his hips with every thrust, not really knowing what was happening, but being aware that he wanted to be with him. 

“I could slide right in, so easily” coated Tony, his voice dropping an octave and making Peter moan. 

“I- I don’t know what’s happening, I want you, Mr. Stark, I want you so badly” and he kept on rocking down his hips. 

Tony had no idea how he managed to take his pants off just enough so his dick was in the bare air, and how he did it so Peter was practically naked torso-downwards, but he did, and he finally, not even asking Peter, knowing that he wanted him, slid right in. 

Peter practically howled, sinking further down and down in Tony’s cock, feeling it all the way to his prostate, his hips connecting with Tony’s skin. He had no idea what was going on, or why suddenly he was having sex with his mentor, but it felt incredible, relieving almost. 

Tony looked up in awe at the young omega he had on top of him, who was gripping the car’s ceiling to give himself more strenght, pushing down and up, and down, and then hard. 

“Call me Alpha”. 

Peter barely opened his eyes when he heard that, but the moan that escaped his lips was so beautiful, Tony thought he could come just with that. 

God, he was such a beautiful boy. 

“Alpha!” screamed Peter, wanting more, letting his head fall down to Tony’s neck as he felf his orgasm caughting up to him. And also, he didn’t know how he knew the word, but his brain managed to say it for him: “Knot me, Alpha, please”. 

Tony pushed harder in, faster, deeper. He was going to knot that omega so hard he was going to leave him pregnant. 

He kinda did, by the way. 

should i continue this?

[spidercakes]

Starker best friend’s kid A/B/O AU featuring tease!omega!Peter.

Warnings: underage characters (Peter), underage sex, A/B/O, a little bit of overstimulation.

*

Tony will admit he doesn’t see Steve and Bucky all that often even if they’ve kept in touch over the years, but he didn't think it’d been so long that their kid had time to go from boyish and cute to the kind of pretty little omega Tony would all but beg to bend over.

Peter has filled out nicely into a soft Y shape that he dresses well in a lot of pink and a very, very short skirt. Tony is sure his shirt is a little see through too and it takes all his will power not to stare too much or run off to the bathroom to jerk off to the thought of fucking one of his best friends’ kids. Every once and awhile he’ll see Peter look over at him too, almost always bent over lewdly but innocently, like he really has no idea he’s so hot everyone in the near vicinity probably wants to pound his pretty little ass.

He holds it together though, if only barely, through the sight of Peter licking pizza sauce off his fingers. He even manages to keep himself together when the wind happens to blow Peter’s skirt up a little, enlightening Tony to the fact that he’s wearing pretty pink lace panties. But his resolve really cracks when he finds Peter bent over in the bathroom applying lipgloss in the mirror, just a little of that gorgeous ass of his visible where his skirt has ridden up. Peter looks at him through the mirror and grins, “hi, Mr. Stark.”

The comment goes straight to his cock and he isn’t helped any when Peter straightens up and turns around to hop on the counter, spreading his legs. His skirt barely covering anything as the pleats fan out in a small circle around Peter’s waist. Tony looks him over and then looks behind him to see if anyone is around to see. He’s fine, he already knew that because everyone else is outside, but still. He turns back around to find Peter giving him a quizzical look. “You always this much of a tease?” Tony asks.

Peter grins wider, looking delighted with himself. “yeah, but this is the first time you’ve noticed.” No fucking shit he noticed with Peter looking like that, pale skin almost the same shade of soft pink that his shirt is. And those god damn thigh highs he’s wearing...

“Yeah? What about other people?” he asks as he ventures closer, slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door. Peter bites his lip looking adorably nervous not that he has anything to worry about with a body like that. He steps in closer, sliding his hand up Peter’s soft thigh until he’s tucked between Peter’s legs. “Because I doubt every alpha lets you get away with teasing them like that,” he murmurs as he leans in close. Peter’s breath hitches and he tilts his head to the side a little. Tony takes advantage and reaches up to grasp Peter’s jaw, tilting his head further to the side and leaning in to scent him.

He’s not entirely surprised when Peter gasps and jerks in his grasp, moaning loudly as Tony’s teeth graze his neck. Peter circles his legs around Tony’s waist, clinging on a little desperately while Tony kisses and bites at his neck. “Mmm, I don’t tease if I don’t intend on following through,” Peter murmurs past his arousal.

“Good, because your pretty little ass is practically begging to be fucked,” Tony tells him. “Here,” he says, detangling Peter’s legs from his waist and pulling him forward until he slips off the counter. He spins Peter around and bends him over, smiling a little when Peter goes easily, wiggling his ass at Tony as his chest settles flush to the counter. He pulls Peter’s skirt up over his hips and feels at his panties for a moment before he slides them down off his ass. “You seem experienced, let older alphas fuck you regularly?” Tony asks as he feels at Peter’s hole, cock twitching when he finds that Peter is practically dripping.

Peter moans when Tony presses two fingers into him, and Tony’s cock twitches again as Peter’s ass lets him in easily. “Usually just let them touch me, finger me,” Peter murmurs as Tony works his fingers in and out of his hole.

“So you are a little tease, then,” Tony says, smiling as Peter shakes his head. 

“Always make sure they cum,” Peter says, mouth dropping open into a moan as  Tony curls his fingers inside him.

He wraps a hand around the back of Peter’s neck and presses him into the counter, cock twitching as Peter whimpers softly and gets even wetter as Tony fingers him. “You’re going to make sure I cum inside you,” Tony all but growls at him, earning a small moan from Peter as his muscles relax.

“Please, Mr. Stark,” Peter moans, “feels so good.”

Tony can’t hold back anymore, he’s had too tight of control for too long and it finally breaks. He lets go of Peter, quickly pinning him back to the counter when he tries to move, “stay there,” he tells him harshly as he pulls his belt off and unbuttons his pants. He keeps a hand on Peter’s back as he pulls himself out and presses himself into Peter’s hole.

For his part Peter makes all these soft little whimpers and moans that go straight to Tony’s cock as if Peter’s tight ass wasn’t enough. He presses in slow mostly because he doesn’t trust himself not to cum right away Peter’s ass is so good. He leans forward, gripping a handful of Peter’s hair and pulling his head back, exposing his neck. Peter shifts a little and the motion feels fucking incredible on Tony’s cock, forcing Tony to push him back down again as he bites at Peter’s neck.

The high pitched moan Peter lets out has Tony fucking into him faster, moaning as Peter jerks on his cock. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark,” Peter gasps, panting loudly as Tony fucks into him, “oh my god you feel amazing.” He bites down harder on Peter’s neck and he jerks under Tony, ass clenching so good on Tony’s cock that he nearly cums. He moans loudly, gripping Peter’s hip tightly as he bites down hard on Peter’s neck. Not enough to break the skin, but more than enough to make Peter jerk as he lets out a sharp moan. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” Peter says, voice desperate as he presses his ass back onto Tony’s cock.

“That’s right, baby,” Tony tells him roughly, “you like that cock?” Peter nods enthusiastically, making all these cute little noises as Tony fucks him.

He shifts a little under Tony, “Tony, I-” he cuts Peter off before he continues.

“Shh baby, you can take it,” he murmurs, biting at his neck again and moaning when Peter clenches down on him hard. “There you go, just like that. Just until I cum,” he says, teeth grazing Peter’s neck. Peter moans loudly, pushing back against him as Tony bites him again.

“Feels so good when you do that,” Peter tells him. Tony bites him again, delighting in the way Peter’s back arches.

“Has no one done this to you before?” he asks, sucking at a patch of skin before nipping at it. Easiest way to make an omega hot for it, and the easiest way to talk them into something. Tony’s surprised no one else has tried to take advantage so far, especially when Peter makes it so easy.

“Not- oh, god- like this before,” Peter murmurs. He bites down on Peter’s neck hard again and Peter lets out a surprised gasp, “I’m cumming again oh my god yes, please!”

Tony can’t help it, he cums too, pressed tight into Peter’s ass as his tight little hole milks him. He breathes heavily for a long moment, half draped over Peter. “Mmm, good thing your ass is worth all that teasing,” Tony tells him, nipping at Peter’s neck and earning a small little gasp for his efforts. “You might want to clean yourself up,” he adds as he pulls out.

*

Peter probably won’t be able to sit right for the next four days but it’s so worth it to see the look on Tony’s face when he reappears in a new outfit, god knows he couldn’t salvage the last one. This time he’s wearing a tight pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder not that more coverage seems to have diverted Tony’s attention. Peter winks at him as he walks by, wondering if maybe he can tease him into fucking him again. He’ll deal with the consequences later.