Peter starts calling Tony “daddy” as a goof. He means nothing by it (at first) because as Tony gets older, his concern towards the boy doubles (triples?). Checks in on Peter regularly during his first year in college and there’s this one time where Peter thinks he must have sounded so painfully homesick that Tony makes the trip down.
It’s sweet, even if Tony spends half the time bitching about the boy’s living conditions (really, it’s not that bad, Tony. You’re just bougie as hell). A week later, he comes back to his dorm to a couple of packages. There’s a bunch of fancy-sounding shit Peter can’t pronounce even if he wants to. Like, why the hell would he need a shaver that costs $500???? Or a complete set of toiletries that costs more than his Molecular Biophysics textbook? Or bedsheets that are so ridiculously soft and cool to the touch that it makes waking up for his 8am classes somewhat impossible?
There’s also a box that’s basically just snacks. Lots of it. Because Peter had complained about how the vending machine was always spoilt and the options meager.
So yeah, he thinks Tony’s got quite the soft spot for him even if he hides it behind his “yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Pete”.
He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the text: lol, a bit overboard, but thank you daddy 😉
Again, Peter had meant it as a goof because he knows Tony can get a little dramatic about his age.
Tony: What are they teaching you in college
Peter: What? I’m just expressing my thanks to an older man whom has posed to be quite the paternal figure in my life.
Peter: But yeah, seriously, thank you. The snacks are godsent. So is the new puffer jacket. But like, winter break isn’t for a couple of months yet?? And I don’t really need like, new pillows, but they’re really, really nice.
Tony: Daddy aims to please.
Peter laughs at the message, glad that the older male was playing along at least. He keeps it up for the next couple of months, Tony doesn’t tell him to stop.
Tony: What do you think about cornice ceiling designs?
Peter: what?? what’s a cornice
Tony: you know what, it’s probably a no for you.
Peter: okay. just googled it. why are you looking at ceiling designs?
Peter: are you renovating stark tower? again?
Peter: it’s rude not to reply because I can see that you’re online.
Tony: daddy’s in a meeting, baby. hush and I’ll text you later.
And Peter is…
floored.
Because baby? BABY? Was Tony confusing him for someone else? He rereads the message again, ignoring the tiny spark of heat at the endearment. He wonders if this is Tony’s way of fucking with him after all these months. He wouldn’t be surprised actually.
Peter: ok, no to the cornice btw.
He comes home for winter break and maybe he has missed Tony more than usual. It feels like they’re closer than usual, and if the rest of the Avengers notice that they’re chummier than usual, or how Tony is always in a visibly better mood whenever the boy’s around, no one’s saying anything (yet).
It’s chaotic when the team gets together and Peter’s trying to excitedly talk over Tony about something, cutting the older male off. Tony just clamps a hand over Peter’s mouth, and chides him playfully,
“Okay, baby, don’t interrupt when the adults are talking. Daddy taught you better than that.”
Peter’s words comes out muffled as he protests, not realizing that Steve and Scott are straight up gawking at them. Natasha doesn’t even seem fazed, holding her right palm up towards Clint and mouthing, “pay up, loser.”
Bucky basically goes, “Oh shit, so it’s like that, huh?”
“Well, considering the age gap and how they’ve always interacted, is it really that surprising?” Bruce muses out loud.
Peter peels Tony’s fingers away from his mouth, “Guys, what, no - we’re not-“ He glances at Tony for some help.
“Aw, cute. He’s looking at his daddy for help.” Natasha teases.
Alpha!Tony who keeps mentioning in interviews how embarrassing it is that his little slut of an omega son is pregnant as a young teen
Only to then fuck Peter hard and tell him how proud he is that he’s such a needy bitch that he got pregnant on his very first heat and how good he is for always spreading his stupid little legs for his daddy
Imagine Tony and Super Iron arguing for Peter attention.
Tony having Peter for the day: Interviews, charity galas, breakfast, the view of Peter in the kitchen, parties, laboratory, dinners. Always showing off his baby.
But Super has Spidy for the shadows: Midnight getaways, night revolving, pampering him, punishing him, weekend trips to the Sin City.
distressed emperor Peter Parker fucking his mistress Tony Stark. when he is displeased from others stupidity, he uses Tony as a dildo to fuck himself on till he is blinded by pleasure. and most of the times he goes gentle with Tony. other times Peter likes to get manhandled and pounded right into his prostate till he cries in ecstacy.
Tony was different than usual at today's meeting. For some time now, Tony had been calm because Spider-Boy had been involved in Avengers meetings, but today's meeting was not his business, so he did not attend.
And Tony? Tony was back to pacing. Back to tapping his pen too hard. Back to seeing too much in the details and not enough of the big picture. Every half hour, he slipped out—always returning ten minutes later, a little softer, a little quieter.
By the third time Nat couldn't stand it and she left the meeting room a few minutes after him. Thinking that Tony's smoking habit had returned. She headed toward the terrace—only to pause when a glimpse through the glass walls of a nearby room stopped her in her tracks.
There was a very clear view through the glass walls. As Tony leaned over the table, there was someone underneath him. It was clear from his baggy hoodie that it was none other than Peter.
Nat didn’t need to get closer. Didn’t need to see anything else. The way Peter’s arms curled around Tony’s back, the slow, grounding rhythm of the man pressed into the boy’s neck—it said enough.
Everyone was on the meeting floor. No one would come upstairs.
Tony knew that.
And Natasha? Natasha turned back the way she came, quiet and unseen, leaving the last few minutes to them.
Bad guy uses a spell that basically acts like sex pollen to Peter and Tony. Unable to control themselves, they begin to tear at each other's clothes, limbs tangled, wild thrusting.
Twenty minutes later, the other Avengers in the other room are both disturbed and confused as to why the two are still going at it considering they broke the spell almost immediately after it was cast.
Or perhaps there was never really a spell at all and it was all just the powers of suggestion and leaning into what they really wanted.
Peter making Tony submissive but like, Tony doesn't really notice. He cups his cheeks and kisses him and calls him a good boy, for fuck's sake! But it's still so subtle somehow that Tony only realizes what happened while he's lying limp on Peter's chest. His mind registers just now how he begged to touch Peter and cried from overstimulation but kept fucking him because Peter was muttering something about "being good for him, or else he'd see" in such a sweet, innocent tone he simply couldn't stop. He didn't want to be bad!! And fuck him — ;) — if he didn't just had the best two orgasms of his life. So what if he copiously apologized to Pete while his eyes filled with tears because he didn't listen to Peter giving him permission to cum? That's no one's but his and Peter's business. It won't happen again anyway, it was just a slip up.
(next time peter gets him on his knees and makes him beg again and he almost comes untouched, like someone of peters age, just from being called a good toy)
