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Summary: In the aftermath of the snap, Peter and Tony fall in love- Pepper having been one of people who were dusted. 

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When the snap first happened, Peter thought that he would never be okay again. He had been home sick from school when it had all gone down, watching Aunt May disintegrate right before his eyes. His class had been on a field trip where MJ and Flash were among those that had been dusted, along with millions of other people. The world was mourning- those they loved, those they knew, and those they had never met. Even the Avengers were mourning having losing multiple members of the team. Dr. Strange, T’Challa, Bucky, Sam, Shuri, and even Pepper Potts were dusted among others. 

So yeah, it was needless to say that Peter wasn’t doing so well. Or at least, he wasn’t doing well until he received a phone call from Iron Man himself. 

Tony and Pepper had finally tied the knot shortly before the big battle happened, happily living in peace in their newly acquired cabin out of the city. Even with Pepper having been dusted, Tony still resided in their cozy cabin having retired from the Avengers. 

Peter himself was taking a leave of absence from being Spider-man and the fact that crime rates were down helped with this decision. So when Tony invited Peter up to the cabin he said yes, willing to do anything to get away from the busy city and the empty apartment. 

Living in the cabin with Tony was hard at first, with both of them dealing with losing their closest loved ones. Overtime, it became easier- the grief lessened and the tightness in their hearts became more bearable until Peter and Tony spent their days laughing over daytime sitcoms and cooking shows.

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Months passed and watching late night television turned into spending every waking moment together, recognizing the value of spared time. Eventually, every night together saw Peter falling asleep tucked into Tony’s side, the tv long abandoned. After that, it became more and more common for Peter and Tony to curl up under the sheets in the master bedroom. The bedding slowly smelling more like Peter and less like Pepper. 

A whole year had passed since Peter first moved into the cabin. 365 days of grief, falling asleep on the couch, sharing smiles with each other over hot coffee, soft touches under silky sheets, falling in love, and healing. 

Peter was pretty in love with Tony and he was sure Tony was in love with him. They had taken their relationship slow, Peter understanding how much pain Tony was in over losing Pepper, and Tony understanding Peter’s inexperience and his own grief. Going from simple brunch dates at the cabin to exploring the new world, their relationship had evolved from simply Peter and Tony to something much more. 

Tony taught Peter everything he knew about being in a relationship from how to cheer your partner up when they’re sad to how to make them see stars in the bedroom. Their first time had meant the world to Peter. Tony had taken his time in relaxing Peter, opening him up slowly and ensuring that Peter would only know pleasure. That night, they had become one with Peter resting on Tony’s sweaty chest basking in the afterglow. 

Since then, Peter and Tony had thoroughly explored each other’s bodies and and deepest desires adding variety into their sex life. Of course, they did more than just have sex. Peter wanted to explore the world, having never really left New York City before. Of course, once Tony was alerted to Peter’s lack of travel, he couldn’t help but to jet them off to Italy.

There, they spent months exploring the Italian country side, trying all the finest foods Rome and Florence had to offer, traveling down Venetian rivers, and staying in only the most luxurious hotels. 

 After Italy came France, Germany (because Peter didn’t really get to explore his first time), Japan, and New Zealand. The two traveled all over the world together, falling more and more in love as they went. Of course, no where in the world was as precious to them as the cabin where they first fell in love. 

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So yeah, if you asked Peter he would’ve said that although the snap had taken away people he loved, it had also given him someone to love more than he had ever thought possible. 

Although they weren’t yet engaged, Peter was sure that Tony would soon pop the question. Everyone on the team, or well those who were left, were aware of the two’s affection for one another and had only encouraged the happy couple. 

YESSS THERE IS NOT ENOUGH PREGNANCY STARKER FICS (also I’m changing it to 7 months because 8 months isn’t that much of a preemie and 7 is much more dramatic) (also i wrote half of this then saw it was a mafia AU and had to rewrite it but its so much better now)

Peter was alone all of his family had died, he was barely 17 and trying to support himself with minimum wage jobs. Peter wanted nothing more than to go to college, find himself a wonderful alpha, and to start a family with his alpha. Peter knew his dreams were unrealistic he could never afford college in a million years and most alphas didn’t want to send their omega partners to college, they’d rather have their omegas at home having kids and taking care of the house. 

Peter was working in a nice hidden restaurant many celebrities came in because the restaurant was secluded judgement free and didn’t allow paparazzi. Peter didn’t care about celebrities he just needed the money to pay for his overpriced rent in his shitty tiny apartment. 

“Well hello there you pretty little thing.” Peter heard a voice say as he dropped food off at a table. Peter looked up to see a stunning older alpha smiling at him from the next table. 

Peter smiled to be polite and responded, “hello Mr.-”

“Stark”  

Peter’s eyes widened at the name  Stark was a famous mob boss known for many murders. “Oh.”

“There a problem with my name sweetheart?” Tony questioned with a smirk.

“No sir, just didn’t recognize you.”

“Well I’d hope a pretty little thing like you won’t be forgetting me any time soon.”

“Of course no, is there anything I can’t get you sir?” Peter said ignoring that Tony called him pretty.

“What’s with the formalities? Please call me Tony, or Alpha what ever you prefer sweetheart.” Peter’s cheeks burned at his comments knowing how much Alphas loved being called Alpha during sex.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your dinner, let me know if you need anything.” Peter smiles walking away to the counter to deliver more food.

Peter continued his shift trying to ignore Tony’s eyes following him as he walked around. As his shift grew closer to the end Tony stood up and approached the counter Peter was at. “You said to let you know if there was anything I needed and I do need one thing before I go sweetheart.”

“And what would that be?”

“You, sweetheart. What time do you get off, I’d love to get to know you more.”

Peter was speechless, he had the worlds most feared man standing in front of him trying to go out with him and he didn’t know what to do. “I um don’t um. I wouldn’t want to um to waste you time I’m um nothing special.” He forced out blushing as the alpha stared down at him with something in his eyes Peter couldn’t quite identify.

“Um I get off at 9.”

“Well then I’ll have my guy pick you up in 30 minutes.”

“Okay um I’ll see you then.” Peter smiled up at the intimidating alpha, his cheeks burning as his coworker giggle around him.

The alpha winks and walked out the door but not before handing Peter an extra three hundred dollar tip. Tony left before Peter could protest and hand him the money back. “Nice job!” One of Peter’s coworkers yelled as Peter shamefully pocketed the money still trying to fight off a blush.

The rest of his shift passed painfully slow, Peter was so excited but nervous. Why did the alpha want him? He wasn’t anything special he was just an average omega. Peter pushed down his nerves and continued his shift knowing he’d find out soon enough.

After clocking out Peter walked through the front door and saw a sleek black limo waiting in the parking lot. The back window rolled down and Tony’s face appeared behind it. “Come on in sweetheart it’s late and there’s dangerous people out and about.”

Without thinking Peter replied. “Like you?”

Tony let out a small laugh and it was like music to Peter’s ears. “I’m only dangerous to bad men. I could never hurt such a pretty little omega like you.” Peter couldn’t help the smile that fought its way into his face as he opened the door and entered the limo next to Tony.

The ride was smooth, Tony was suave and flirty and Peter was a blushing mess as Tony’s hand was placed on his thigh and slowly moved up as the ride continued.

The ride was long and when The limo pulled up to the mansion Tony lived in Peter was putty in his hands. A long drive of Tony teasing Peter with soft touches and promises whispered into his ear. Tony grabbed Peter and lifted him out of the limo and began kissing along his neck leaving the boy squirming in his arms and moaning into the touches.

The two barely made it to the bedroom as they shared sloppy kisses, their tongues fighting for dominance. Tony quickly won and bit down on Peter’s lips roughly making the younger boy cry out and grind his hips hard into Tony’s chest. When the reached the bedroom Tony threw Peter on the ridiculously soft California king sized bed. Peter quickly unbottoned his shirt and threw it on the floor and quickly pulled his pants off tossing it with his shirt.

“Well look at you, I’ve hardly touched you and you already looked fucked. Wearing such pretty panties looking like the most perfect little omega.” Tony growled removing all of his clothes and crawling on top of Peter.

Mouthing at his neck and chest Tony ripped the panties off of the omega and threw the destroyed lace on the floor. His long fingers reaching down to toy with his slick dripping hole.

“Ung, Alpha please!” Peter cried out as Tony skillfully stretched his tight hole open.

“Please what sweetheart?” He teased

“Fuck me alpha please knot me.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.” Tony hummed as he grabbed his cock and lined it up with Peter’s hole.

Burying himself all the way in Tony gripped Peter’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “God you’re so tight sweetheart, so perfect for and alpha.”

As Tony picked up a quick pace Peter couldn’t stop moaning wrapping his arms around his neck he pulled Tony close to share sloppy kisses with the alpha.

Tony kept up the quick pace he felt his knot quickly inflating as he approached his climax. He kept up his pace the knot tugging at Peter’s hole and with one last trust he pushed the knot past the tight ring of muscle shooting dee in the omega. The feeling of the knot was enough to push Peter over the edge as he came all over himself moaning Tony’s name.

Knowing they had a while until the alpha deflated enough to pull out Tony readjusted them so they could lay down and rest. “Mhhh that was amazing alpha, you feel so good.”

“Such a pretty omega, felt so good wrapped around my cock.” The two just payed there drifting the sleep ignoring the worries that would come tomorrow morning.

Through the process of the night Tony’s cock had fallen out of Peter and the two were wrapped up in each others arms. They both woke up to the sound of Tony’s phone ringing. Tony quickly sad up and answer it and began dressing himself as Peter tried to process were her was.

“Yes I’ll be there soon, tell Rodgers if he doesn’t pull his damn head out of his ass the deals off.” Peter finally remembered what happened the night before and was painfully aware of how naked he was in the worlds most feared mob bosses bed.

Peter finally got to look around the room and see how large and nice it really was, the room alone was bigger than his whole apartment and some of the art was probably more expensive than his rent. Peter’s thoughts were interrupted when some clothes were thrown at him.

“Sorry sweetheart I’ve gotta go that means you do too, last night was amazing but you’ll probably never hear from me again. Good bye there’s a limo waiting to take you home.”

Peter tried not to let the hurt show on his face and he quickly dressed himself in his clothes from yesterday and hurried out the door and to the limo. The limo drive was silent and Peter didn’t care to question how Tony Stark knew his address.

The next few weeks were uneventful Peter continued to work his two jobs until he started throwing up a few times each morning. Panic set through him as he realized what had most likely happened, he was pregnant.

Peter waited until his shift was over then went to the subway and got off at first stop going into the first store he could find buying three pregnancy tests.

All three were positive. Peter Parker was pregnant with Tony Stark’s baby. Peter knew there wasn’t anything he could do, Tony didn’t want him. He tried to continue life as normal, working everyday slowly sticking up on baby supplies knowing he’d be a single parent who could barely afford to live by himself. He knew he was fucked but the wasn’t giving up on this child.

Because of his busy schedule the omega wasn’t able to take care of himself like he was supposed to, he was slightly underfed tired all the time and grumpy. Everything hurt but he couldn’t take any days off because if he missed work he wouldn’t have enough money for food or rent. But he powered through knowing it’d be all worth it in the end when he had his own little baby, alpha or not Peter was going to be the best damn parent ever.

Months passed and doctor appointments were expensive but a necessity, Peter wanted his baby to be healthy. But that didn’t work out so we’ll, because at the seven month mark Peter went into labor at work. He was at his second job in a small hardware store when he buckled over in pain as contractions started. The labor was long and painful, the doctors were worried that Peter would go through too much tramua and the baby wouldn’t survive because it was such a small preemie.

“Hey, son is there a father to this baby we can contact to help you through this?” Doctors questioned as the rushed the child to the incubators.

“Yes,” Peter slurred still high on drugs. “He won’t want us though, just a hook up.”

“Give is a name and well try to help you get child support of he doesn’t want custody.” The doctors soothed as Peter started crying, his hormones overwhelming him.

“T-tony Stark,” he hiccuped sobbing.

The doctor’s eyes widened at the name and quickly sent a few men off to contact the gang leader in hopes to help this young omega and his small newborn.

“Hey boss there’s a man of the phone lookin’ for ya!” One of Tony’s goons called out.

Tony snagged the phone from him to address whom ever interrupted his meeting. “Hello?”

“Hello Mr. Stark my name is Dr. Bruce Banner from St. Charles hospital, I am calling to inform you a young omega named Peter Parker has just given birth to a preemie child and he is listing you as his emergency contact staring that you are the father of his child.” Tony’s eyes went wide as the man told him the news.

“How long ago?”

“Just a few hours ago, the child has not been named yet but I’m sure Mr. Parker would greatly appreciate your presence in assisting him with coparenting or child support.”

“I’ll um be there in 20.” He said as he hung up the phone and called two body guards with him as they left for the hospital.

Tony was anxious the entire drive. He had a kid? Why hadn’t Peter contacted him earlier if he was pregnant? Tony could have set him up in a nice house on the edge of his property to care for him and the baby. It was always one of Tony’s hidden dreams was to be a father, he wanted to prove that he wasn’t the man his father was.

Time felt as if it were in slow nothing fro the time they arrived to the time they entered Peter’s room, the omega was asleep and looked drained. “Look at him, omegas like him are nothing more than breeding bitches.” One man said to the right of Tony.

Tony’s body turned to the bodyguard quickly shoving him against the wall. “What the fuck did you just say.”

“N-nothing sir!”

“To late,” Tony growled as he pulled the gun from his hip and placed it against the man’s forehead as pulled the trigger. The shot was quiet from the muffler, but not enough to not disturb the sleeping omega.

“Wha-what’s going on?” The omega mumbled shooting up in the bed. “Tony?”

“Clean this up,” Tony said jerking a thumb at the other guard in the room. “Hey sweetheart remember me? Doctors called and said you have birth to my kid.”

“Oh um yeah they told me they wanted to let the father know that the baby might not make it, I told them you didn’t want anything to do with us and didn’t even know about it but they demanded.”

Tony sat down in the chair next to Peter’s bed. “Might not make it?”

“Oh, um yeah the baby was born two months earlier and is a little malnourished.”

“Sweetheart I want you to come home with me,” Peter tried to object not wanting a repeat of last time but Tony silenced him until he was finished talking. “I want you to move into my house, I’ve got my own doctors to take care of our kid, I will make sure he lives because I want to be there for him.”

“Why, last time you saw me you said I wouldn’t hear from you again and now you want me to just move in with you so you can see your kid? I have a fucking life kid or no kid you can’t just expect me to move in with you without even knowing you for your own personal gain!”

“Hey, sweetheart-“

“Stop fucking calling me sweetheart, I want you to talk to me like I’m a normal fucking human not your little omega bitch!” Peter yelled jabbing a finger into Tony’s chest fuming with rage.

“Okay I’m sorry for that, that was poor of me. I want to see my child because I’ve always wanted to be a dad. I’ll buy you a house anywhere you want as long as I get shared custody of them. I know you don’t want to do this alone and I don’t want you to. If it means anything to you I really enjoyed our times together and would love to continue being with you more often.” Tony smiles grabbing Peter’s wrist with a gentle touch.

Peter sighed and rested his head against the cheep pillows of the bed. “Fine we can work this put together, start over and raise him together.”

“Him?”

“Our little baby boy.”

Tony smiled at the thought of a son of his own and laced his fingers in with Peter’s. “Got any name ideas?”

“Harley? With the middle name Ben after my uncle.”

“Perfect.” Tony smiles even bigger and placed a kiss on the omega’s knuckles knowing everything was going to work out just fine.

Holy fuck this took so long. Sorry if the endings rushed I wanted to get this out soon.

1• Yesterday

2• Today

I’m just now getting to this bc I’m trash I’m so sorry but I’m feeling it now. 

Steve pictures Bucky in jewelry all the time

Gold, gold would look so nice on his skin in the summertime, his skin a little bronzed, gold on gold

But silver, silver would look so good as well, bring out the grey in his eyes, steely blue

He can’t stop thinking about gifting Bucky with jewelry ever since he wore that little dusty blue collar with the bell for Halloween, feeling consumed with the idea of Bucky wearing something that Steve gave him, that shows others Bucky is taken care of and cherished

Something delicate laying across his prominent collarbones

Something wrapped around his wrist, encasing fragile bones

he loved when peter never stopped talking about how glad he was to be apart of the avengers. he loved the giant grin on his face. he loved all the energy he had. in all honesty, he loved peter.

tony loved peter at his highest, at his lowest, and even when he felt a little "in between." he loved when peter's face scrunched up when he sensed something. he loved peter. just as peter loved him.

nothing could compare to the ache in his chest when peter crawled next to him with a grin. nothing could compare to the warmth that bloomed in his stomach when he got to trace patterns on peter's skin after a long day.

peter, the boy with soft hair, a cute nose, and gentle eyes, was sweet as honey. he was the sweetest when he was sleepy. cuddling with a teddy bear tucked beneath his arm, his other clinging onto tony (or a pillow if he wasn't there). sweet dreams with bunnies and candy and saving the world for a sweet boy. tony's sweet boy at that.

"m'love you.." he'd mumble into his plushie with a small smile.

"i love you too." was the least tony could say back.

tony deemed it fit that peter had a bunny plush to befriend. to hug when he wasn't there, perhaps. and peter loved it.

he decided to go with the name "milk" for his new friend. it matched up perfectly, too. it's pink nose was shaped like a heart and the rest of it's body was white (however a patch around the eye was not, it was a gentle shade of brown).

tony had two bunnies. one with blushing cheeks and soft sweaters that were a tad too big for him. and one with soft fur that was ready to be squeezed at all times.

Hope you’re still around Anon! Here’s your request (from like four months ago…😅)

78. “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

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Peachy

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Peter can take care of himself just fine. He’s been doing it his entire grade school career, doubly so since he presented as an omega; he definitely doesn’t need some knothead alpha to fight his battles for him.

But, oh man, Tony Stark is hot when he’s angry.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Beck?”

And the alpha over Peter by his locker is an idiot, because he seems to interpret Tony’s nearly prowling approach as non-threatening.

Peter shivers involuntarily when Tony gets close; the alpha smells like petrichor and ozone and the tang of saltwater, a literal force of nature.

Beck snorts and doesn’t put any distance between himself and Peter. “I don’t see your name on him, Stark. Get your own.”

And Tony must be near a rut, because Peter’s hardly spoken to the other teen outside of class, and Tony’s kind of an ass, but he wouldn’t just slam one of his teammates into the lockers with teeth-rattling force over some random omega…but against the lockers is where Beck ends up, the collar of his shirt twisted in Tony’s fists.

“He’s mine,” Tony snarls. “You get your own.”

The (somewhat redundant) warning growl that follows rumbles deep in the alpha’s chest, a sound that calls to something in Peter…

…which just serves to piss off the omega.

‘Mine’? Who the hell does he think he is?

Peter scowls, pushes off from where he’d been pinned. “Yeah…I’m just gonna go.”

He’s at the end of the hall, almost to the front doors, when he realizes Tony’s following him. There’s no sign of Beck, but it’s not that surprising; there aren’t a lot of guys who would push a fight with Tony.

(It’s not attractive, it’s not–it’s macho alpha crap, and it is never appealing, not even when Peter’s alone in bed…at night…with his inflatable knot. *cough* Never.)

“Let me drive you home.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “No thank you.”

The alpha just looks at him with exasperation that is definitely not warranted, and it makes Peter’s hackles rise.

“I’m fine, Tony. I don’t need a bodyguard.”

“You do when you smell like you’re about to roll over.”

Oh. Oh WOW.

Peter’s not sure what his face is doing, but when he looks at Tony, the alpha blanches and takes a step back.

“Shit, I’m sorry, that was–”

“That was some designationist bullshit, and I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me alone.”

With a last glare, Peter turns and stalks off towards the doors, pushes his way outside–

–to be faced with a torrential downpour.

The doors open and shut behind him, and Tony comes to stand beside him, his still apologetic (and a tiny bit smug) thunderstorm scent blending almost perfectly with the rain.

“…You sure you don’t want a ride? Not like that–ow, Jesus–”

***

Getting into Tony’s car was a mistake.

It smells amazing inside, a blend of clean leather and Tony and alpha. Peter’s still irritated, but he loosens up, melting into the seat with a sigh he doesn’t mean to let out.

Tony smirks over at him. “Cozy?”

“…No,” Peter says, facing resolutely forward.

Tony doesn’t say anything else, just starts the car, but Peter can feel the alpha’s amusement.

He huffs quietly and lowers himself slightly in the seat. None of this should feel nice, none of it should feel so comforting or safe or–

“You wanna tell me where I’m going?”

Peter opens his eyes (hadn’t even realized he’d closed them), and sits up a little straighter, clears his throat, face heating. “Right. Address. You need that.”

He rattles it off and goes back to trying to ignore…well,Tony, but also the obvious warmth in his own face. His own…everywhere, actually. He’s warm. Overly warm.

Oh no. Maybe Tony wasn’t so far off, as crudely as he’d put it.

They’re about halfway to his house when Peter finally gives up, turns to ask Tony to shut off the heat (maybe it’ll make the scent less intense, everything smells like Tony but stronger; is it getting stronger?) but the words catch in his throat.

Tony’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight, eyes a little brighter, wild.

“Are you…are you okay?” It’s another thing Peter wants to deny, isn’t sure why he asks, why he…fuck, why he wants to hear Tony say it. To hear him say anything. Why he wants to hear the bass notes of arousal that match the increase in Tony’s scent.

“Peachy,” Tony answers tightly, not looking over.

The shortness doesn’t matter; by the time they pull into the (thankfully empty) driveway, Peter’s struggling with conflicting impulses to get as far from the alpha as possible or to just straddle him right there in the driver’s seat.

“Thank you, for, you know. The ride.”

Tony’s scent flares, the leather of the wheel creaking under his hands. “No problem.”

Getting out of the car is the next logical step, but Peter is glued to his seat (not literally, thank god; he can’t feel any slick yet, but he can tell it’s a near thing). The only way he’s getting out is–

No, nope. He’s not going to invite Tony inside, he’s not going to do that.

Swallowing, Peter rubs his palms down his thighs, uses the texture of the denim to ground himself. “Well, um. Yeah. Thanks. I’m just…bye.” He un-clicks his seatbelt and climbs out, trying to ignore the tug low in his belly insisting he get back into the cocoon of good-smell.

It’s better this way, obviously; he doesn’t actually know Tony, doesn’t actually like him. Just because the alpha’s hot…and an impressive rubgy player…and on Peter’s level in all the advanced classes…doesn’t mean he wants to spend a heat with him (a heat Peter wasn’t even supposed to be having right now, what the heck is going on with his suppressants).

He’s at the front door, fumbling with his keys, when he hears the car shut off. A door opens and closes with a bang, followed closely by the slap of sneakers pavement.

The infuriatingly intoxicating scent of thunderstorms thickens when the porch steps creak with Tony’s approach, and Peter already knows what’s going to happen. Feels it with a terrifyingly right sense of inevitability.

Tony stops behind him, not touching, but close enough Peter can feel his warmth.

Peter doesn’t turn around. “I don’t…Did you need something?” he asks inanely, a little breathless.

“I…need you to tell me to leave.”

It’s not what Peter expected. If he’s being entirely honest, he’d been half hoping Tony would just shove him up against the door (or try, anyway); that he’d give Peter a reason to fight back, to shove him away, to deny the instincts pinging like electricity under his skin.

Peter swallows. “You can go.”

“Do you want me to?”

Fuck.

The key slides into the lock, finally, the click of the latch somehow audible even through the sound of the rain pattering on the overhang above them.

“No.”

**

The blend of their scents, of Tony’s stormy, feral arousal and the sweetness of Peter’s slick, is delicious–filthy and thick and everywhere, and Peter knows he’s going to have the scent in his sheets, deep in his mattress, in his skin, for days, maybe weeks.

But, the memories…those are going to be seared in his brain for the rest of his life, probably.

He rocks his hips forward, groaning. “You feel so good–so tight, god–”

Tony just stares up at him, whines around the soaked boxer briefs crammed in his mouth. He looks gorgeous like this, flushed, eyes hooded and dark, gripping Peter’s headboard as tightly as he had the steering wheel, earlier.

When they’d first stepped inside, Peter had been surprised. Tony had kept his hands to himself, followed Peter up to his bedroom without comment, without pushing. The only thing that gave away Tony’s understanding of the situation was his weirdly polite request that Peter give him a quick tour of the kitchen, so he’d know where to go to get Peter food and water, later.

It didn’t jibe with the alpha posturing at school, and not with the smug boldness that is Tony. Did not compute.

Tony had obviously been aroused, his very much alpha-sized cock straining obscenely in his jeans, but he’d just stood there when the got to Peter’s room, shifting restlessly foot to foot, just…waiting, until Peter had finally asked if Tony really wanted this, why he wasn’t doing anything.

The characteristic smirk had made an appearance, weighed down just a little by nerves, and then Tony had asked Peter to tell him what to do.

Peter had definitely been amenable to that request. And to every one that led them to this moment, to Tony on his back on Peter’s bed, flushed olive skin against the navy blue of Peter’s sheets.

It’s beautiful. It’s breathtaking and amazing and so many other things. He can’t believe he gets to do this, that Tony’s letting him inside, in more ways than one. It’s satisfying and weirdly humbling, and Peter’s going to have to process everything later, but right now…right now, it feels good.

When one of Tony’s hands leaves the headboard, Peter feels a rush of anticipation. “Ah ah, no,” he says, smacks it away before it can touch the erection Peter’s been deliberately neglecting.

Tony makes a helpless apologetic sound through his mouthful, snapping up to grab the headboard again, and Peter shivers, fucks into the alpha’s tight heat a little harder, a little faster, a reward and a punishment.

He won’t be able to maintain this much longer; it’s early enough in his heat that he’s not yet reduced to a single-minded mess of near-delirious want, but Peter thinks he has just enough time to say what he’s been thinking about since he’d been given permission to handle Tony this way.

Curling forward, he leans in to nip and suck at Tony’s chest and collarbones, Tony’s small huffing breaths and pleading sounds in response sending showers of sparks low in Peter’s spine, through his own hot, needy insides.

“You know better than that,” Peter admonishes, voice a little unsteady. “Or, I thought you did.” He sits back, trails his hands down Tony’s chest, his stomach. “You seemed pretty clear on it with Beck.”

Peter shivers, smirking when Tony glares, growling; he can feel the vibrations where they’re connected, and he suddenly very much gets the appeal of angry sex. But he can’t get distracted.

“Shh, Alpha,” he soothes, a little mocking. Tony doesn’t seem to mind, going by the precum that drips anew. “I just thought you understood the rules.”

Peter pulls out carefully, heedless of Tony’s noise of complaint, shushes him as he crawls forward until he’s straddling Tony’s hips.

Tony’s hazy, questioning look vanishes with an almost pained groan when Peter wraps a hand around the base of his cock (tries; his fingers barely touch, fuck) and squeezes, right where the alpha’s knot is going to expand, and stands him up.

“Don’t touch…what doesn’t belong to you,” Peter manages breathlessly, “And this is mine.”

The last word ends on more of a moan than anything syllabic as Peter sinks down–full, full, so fucking full, fuck–and he has to take a second to adjust to the girth, to his…fuck, his first time with an alpha.

Everything’s starting to get hazy and euphoric, now, heralding the point of Peter’s heat where he’ll cease to notice almost anything besides whatever’s pumping inside him, filling him up. But he’s still clear enough to feel a burst of appreciative affection for the way Tony’s trembling with the effort to not move, to not just buck up into Peter’s heat.

Peter reaches out and pulls the underwear from Tony’s mouth, tosses them somewhere off the side of the bed. Leaning down, he claims Tony’s mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss, moaning at the sensation from just a minor change in angle.

When he pulls back, the taste of Tony and himself flooding his senses, he grins.

here it is:

lo and behold, i have money" ! tony said, and he went and got some water

peter also wanted water so he goot water with a cup. and drank it.

tony was looking at him like hey i like him want to kiss him face and stuff

and peter also felt that like that. and he was like i want to kiss him walso

and then they also kiessed

and um, they loved each other till the end of time

and tony stark i s great. so cool. love that him.

wow. who wouldn’t want to marryr him? comment below if you want to marry him. i would, is what legal.