okay so i just got my first ever massage today and holy crap it was so sensual. and i was wondering if you could write something where like tony’s had so many massages in his life that he knows where the best spots are and peter is stressed cus of college or whatever and tony gives him a massage and peter cums just from tony giving him a back massage.

Ooohhh, yes! I’m not one for massages personally because I kinda hate being touched by people I don’t know, especially like that, but I’ve given a few to friends and received a few from past lovers, so I hope this is to your liking! Thank you so so much for the prompt! I added a little dry humping in this, too, because cumming just from a spinal massage seemed a lil too unrealistic.

Super healing was all well and good, but Tony knew well enough that it didn’t mean the absence of pain. He’d been around Steve long enough to know that in some cases, it even amplified it. What was feeling your bones and muscles stretching for each other if not painful?

Watching Peter wince and reach for his lower back for the fourth time since they holed themselves up in the lab, Tony knew the answer. The kid had taken a pretty decent battering on the field - No broken bones, but plenty of taut, aching muscles.

“Hey, kid” Tony called, setting down the holo-pen he was using and motioning for Peter to join him. The boy moved happily but gingerly, overcareful of stretching too much as he bounded over to Tony’s side.

“Yes, Mr. Stark?”

“You doing okay? You’re creaking more than I do”. Tony had just began to come to terms with the fact that his age unfortunately hadn’t slowed down. He was verging on fifty, greying at the temples and finding it harder and harder after each battle. He was by no means unfit, but age was unkind to even superheroes.

“I’m fine, Mr. Stark. Just kinda twinges a little” Peter shrugged, and visibly regretted it. Tony cast the kid a pointed look, and he deflated slightly. “Okay. So…It kinda does suck. But only a little! Like, a day or two and I’ll be fine. Hot baths help, too”.

Tony gave a considering hum and reached up to rub at his jaw. “What about massages?” He asked, and Peter blinked at him.

“What, like…Some stranger rubbing you all over while you wear nothing but a towel?”

Tony huffed a laugh. “I don;t know what porn you’re watching, kid, but the majority of places ask you to wear your underwear or a bathing suit”. Peter went a pretty shade of dusky pink, eyes flitting anywhere but Tony’s face as he died a little inside.

“Uh. Well. No to either. Both! I mean…I’ve never had a massage. Its just a little weird, isn’t it? And expensive” Peter rambled, gesturing meekly. Tony supposed it was a little strange, but he was also not ill-advised of the merits of a skilled masseuse.

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Starker request for highschool sweethearts Peter and Tony🙏😌

I have a starker prompt! Person A is in love with Person B. Person A thinks it's hopeless cause they're just friends. Person A doesn't realize that Person B returns his feelings. People around them refer to Person B as his boyfriend and he thinks they're just teasing him until one day he realizes that everyone thinks they're actually in a relationship. Including Person B. This whole time Person B just thought they were taking things slow. Up to you which is Peter and which is Tony.

Hi! Thanks for the prompt! It’s my first time ever writing/posting my work so I hope I didn’t disappoint, also English isn’t my first language but that shouldn’t be a problem.

“Hey Tony!” Peter practically yelled, tossing his backpack in the air and shooting a web to pin it against the wall. Tony always pretended to be annoyed at this even though he secretly found it pretty funny.

“Sweetheart, you know you can just place your backpack on the couch? You‘re capable of that right?” He replied amused and winked at the young man.

Peter instantly went red “y-yeah um I, I- know it’s just more fun this way” he flinched at his own awkwardness and resisted the urge to hide his face. That’s been happening a lot recently. He didn’t quite understand where all the pet names were coming from all of a sudden but damn he wasn’t complaining. Peter risked a glance at the man, standing and petting Dum-E’s head, and smiled, quickly looking back down to hide his scarlet cheeks.

It was truly unfair though. Tony was in a white tank top, the fabric clinging to his muscles in all the right places and his hair was a little tousled and sweaty. “How can a person be this freaking hot?” he thought. But that wasn’t the only thing that attracted him to Tony, oh no, it was also his sense of humor, his intelligence, his kindness, his generosity, his ambitions, his sarcasm, his strength, the way he carried himself, the soft and real smiles he only showed to a select amount of people... yeah he was in deep. Maybe if it was only Tony’s looks that made Peter’s knees a useless sack of jello, he could’ve gotten over him a long time ago. At the end of the day there were a lot of attractive people, but that doesn’t mean you have to be in love with them right? But no, he just had to be in love with a man he could never have. Hopeless. That’s what it was. For now though he decidedly catalogues that pet name in his mind so he can unravel it over and over again when he’s laying in bed later.

Peter blinked and shook himself from his stupor “uh anyways, what’ve you got for me to work on today, Tony?”. Calling Mr Stark by his first name was another thing he’s been getting used to, but the man sat him down a few weeks ago and insisted that now he really couldn’t have it if Peter still called him Mr. Stark and to please please please with a cherry on top call him Tony. To be fair everything from that conversation was a little fuzzy to him since he got stabbed on patrol that day and Tony had cried and yelled and hugged and softened all at once. He couldn’t quite grasp why suddenly it was so important to call him Tony now since it kind of became an inside joke between them, but I guess logically at some point it had to come to an end and how could Peter refuse anyway? He liked the familiarity that came with it. It made him feel more like an equal.

“Uh actually, Pete, I thought we could head upstairs and watch a movie together? You know, leave the lab for once. I’ve got popcorn and I’m pretty sure Nat and Cap will want to join us too.” Peter frowned and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Tony wanted to watch a movie with him? He actually suggested to leave the lab in order to do something mundane and domestic? What was going on... Tony mistook Peter’s silence and confusion for hesitation and quickly added “I mean we don’t have to. We can just work on your web-“

“No! No, I mean I would love to. I’d like that actually.” Oh God he sounded way too eager. “Might be a nice change of scenery” he concluded, trying to be a little more casual about it.

Tony‘s lips twitched reassuringly at the other brunette “Let’s go then, darling.” a warm feeling spread all over him and it tenfolded when Tony actually grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together to guide him up the stairs.

“Go sit, I’ll pop the corn. Save me a seat next to you, kay?” Tony asked as he walked off towards the kitchen, not really expecting an answer. Peter mumbled a “yeah” under his breath anyway. He stood there for a good minute just smiling to himself.

“Hey spiderbaby, come sit” Nat had a knowing smirk on her face as she lifted her legs off the couch so she could sit more upright and make room for the two. Peter tried to scold his features into a look of indifference even if he realized it was probably useless already. What was the point in faking it in front of a super spy who could probably see through Peter as if he’s actually transparent.

When they both settled on the couch Natasha’s eyes snapped up from the tv and she frowned slightly as she tilted her head at Peter “So, how’s the boyfriend doing? He treating you good or do I have to go all assassin on him?”

Peter felt his cheeks warm up and shifted a bit as he let out a dramatic sigh “I really wish you would stop teasing me with that, you know? I just.. He doesn’t even li- Oh God he’s coming over. Ssht!” he lost his train of thought and pretended to be very invested in whatever was going on with his sleeves. Natasha looked a little puzzled at his reaction but decided not to say anything.

“Guess what? Popcorn AND pizza. How awesome am I?“ Peter finally lifted his gaze and stared at him with what could only be described as exasperated fondness. “You’re okay I guess”

“Hey now” Tony wagged a finger in Peter’s direction as he flopped down closely next to Peter “I’m feeding you, the least you could do is feed my ego in return” Tony joked, giving Peter a halfhearted glare that Peter rolled his eyes at as he grabbed a handful of popcorn.

Peter hurriedly swallowed the bite he’d been chewing and somehow mustered the courage to look into Tony’s whiskey colored eyes. “Okay then. You’re pretty great- no, scratch that, you’re really great. You’re the best actually. And I just-“

“PLEASE, I beg of you, stop the flirting already. I’m trying to enjoy my movie and this is more painful than any torture technique I’ve ever experimented with.” Natasha interrupted Peter’s rambling.

Peter’s first instinct was to deflect and deny. He wanted to say that he was simply complementing, stating the truth even, but definitely not flirting. Any protesting however was quickly forgotten when Tony pulled Peter’s blanketed form across his lap, smushing Peter’s cheek against Tony’s thigh as he gently ran his fingers through Peter’s messy chocolate locks. “Oh Nat, don’t be jealous. I’m sure you’ll find someone someday” he didn’t face Nat though, simply grinning down at the younger man in his lap.

Peter couldn’t believe his ears and it only got more confusing and complicated when Nat spoke next “No, in all seriousness, I’m really happy for you two. You’re great together and you’re changing each other for the better. I mean Peter, you’re more giggly and joyeus than ever and Tony you’re actually taking breaks more often, eating when you’re supposed to... it’s good that you’re dating”

“You’re right”

“WHAT?”

They spoke at the same time and suddenly Tony’s eyebrows furrowed as Peter pulled his head out of Tony’s lap. “What’s wrong?” He questioned with a hint of concern in his voice.

“What do you mean “what’s wrong”? You’re not weirded out or anything?” Peter’s eyes were comically large.

“Why would I be weirded out? Wait- don’t you think we’re... you don’t think we’re good together? Do you want to break up with me or something?” Tony’s eyes were a little glossy and he started fidgeting with a pillow next to him.

Natasha took that as her cue to leave, silently as ever, not that Peter would’ve noticed anything either way. “Break up? What? I- how- I mean? We’re... we’re dating?”

“Are you kidding me? I call you sweetheart and darling all the time. I look at you like you’re my entire world, which you are by the way, and I- I mean I thought we were just taking it slow, but you... you really didn’t know? What did you think we were doing?” He sounded a lot lighter and he could even start to see the hilarity of the situation. “We had a whole ass conversation about this. I said I couldn’t waste any more time pining over you and not being with you, since in our line of work every day could be our last. Were you not there or something? Cause I’m pretty sure I wasn’t talking to myself though but then again-“

“You mean when I GOT STABBED? I think there was a lot of blood loss going on at that moment!” Tony winced at the reminder. “Fuck... just shut up and kiss me already, you idiot”.

And Tony did.

If you do prompts can you write a clingy, jealous tony please

Thank you for the ask! This ones short and sweet. Kind of had to add a bit of clinginess in at the end but I hope I still did it justice!

Warnings: Explict age difference (Peter is 18 and above the age of consent) the mention of the word ‘sex’ but no explict scenes or sexual content, alcohol drinking, jealousy

Peter looked up from his phone, a frown stretched across his face replacing the small smile that had been there moments prior.

He raised an eyebrow at Tony’s white defensive tone, not quite understanding the sudden occurrence of malice running past his lips as Peter explained his plans for the weekend.

“I said I’m going to Flash’s party, with Ned, MJ-”

“-and”, Tony encouraged, the look in his eyes similar to that of a predator advancing on prey. And Peter, well Peter definitely knew what it meant. It wasn’t trouble, it was less of Tony angry, and more of Tony, as usual, suspicious. He was waiting for Peter to say what he wanted to hear so that he could go off in an elaborate huff.

“-and Harry”, Peter sighed, shaking his head at the way Tony let out a huffed laugh, and licked at his lips.

“Fraternizing with the enemy are we?”, Tony questioned, standing up from his seat in the lounge room, to make his way over to the bar.

“Jealous again are we?”, Peter shot back, cooing his words in a patronising manner, with a small glare directed at Tony’s back. Frankly he should have seen this coming, and not opened his mouth in the first place.

“Me? Jealous?”, Tony scoffed. “What do I have to be jealous of Harry Osborn for? I’m just saying, you work for Stark Industries, not Oscorp. And going out with the owner of it doesn’t seem very professional”, he stated, letting out a very much needed breath at the end of his argument in which by the end, he’d grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured some into a glass.

As he raised it to his lips and drank it all in one go, Peter stood and walked over to him slowly. By the time the glass was set back on the counter (much too roughly for Peter’s liking) a pair of arms nestled their way around his waist. A warm body pressed against his back, as a full head of soft hair nuzzled into his neck.

“It’s not the owner Tony, it’s the owner's son. And if anyone should be worrying about professionalism, it’s him. He is tied to the business through blood. Whereas I, well we both know it’s nepotism, or rather sex, that allowed me to be your intern for this long”, he said bluntly.

Tony rolled his eyes, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that, and Peter smiled feeling the tension leave his shoulders. “Correction: You’re my intern because of your work ethic, skill and intelligence. Let’s not forget that you’re an avenger too Spider-Man. And when you’re out of high school, and after college, if you choose to you’ll work alongside me because of those things. Even if the sex contributed a little”, he muttered, teasing lightly at the end.

Peter laughed softly against his ear, snuggling against him further as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Tony's cologne.

“I’m just saying”, he spoke after a while, “you have nothing to worry about. I love you, and only you. And when the party ends, I’ll come right back to you”, he said quietly against his skin.

“I wasn’t jealous”, Tony huffed straight away. “I was strictly speaking on a professional level”, he defended.

Peter simply sighed and nodded his head. “Whatever you say dear”, he whispered, leaning forwards to crane his neck and press a kiss to his lips. His nose scrunching slightly at the taste of the alcohol on his lips. “So you’re saying it’s fine if I go to the party?”, he asked sweetly.

“You know I don’t like to control what you do. You’re young, go do what you want”

Peter knew well that Tony would never try and dictate what he should and shouldn’t do. But he also knew Tony was insecure about their age difference. And thought one day Peter would leave him for someone his own age. He knew he felt threatened by Harry because it was that nightmare coming true. Someone for Peter to share all those young soon to be college years with. No matter how much Peter tried to tell him it wasn’t true. He could never get through to him. So maybe it would be best to sit this one out.

He didn’t say that however. He simply just nodded, pressing another kiss to his lips, ignoring the bitter taste this time before gently letting go and leading Tony back to the couch. “No one said you could stop with the cuddles”, he scolded lightly, moving to lay down on the couch in his original position.

Tony raised an eyebrow at that. “You were too busy texting Harry for cuddles”, he mumbled bitterly, causing Peter to give him a warning look.

“Don’t be silly Tony”, he rejected that idea immediately, making a blatant point to set his phone down on the coffee table and open up his arms. Tony sighed, but could never resist being in Peter’s arms, moving to gently lay on top of the boy, making sure most of his weight was on the small length of the couch left next to Peter’s body, so that he didn’t crush him, as he buried his head against his chest.

“You know I love you, and only you, right Tony?”, Peter asked softly after a moment, pressing a kiss to Tony’s head gently.

The whine that came from the older male was muffled against Peter’s shirt, holding onto him tighter as he began to grow childish at the prospect of being found out, despite the fact that his jealousy was clear as day.

“Tony”, Peter sighed out, gently rubbing his back in an affectionate manner.

“I’ve told you so many times. You have nothing to worry about.”

“And what if you fall in love with someone else?”, Tony eventually asked, lifting his head to look up at Peter with the tiniest of pouts on his lips - one that even his own fragile arrogance would allow.

“I won’t”, Peter said stubbornly.

“You’re the only person I want to be with-”

“You’re still young Peter. Look at me, I’m fifty two years old and I’ve only just found the person I want to be with. After what was many girlfriends, some boyfriends, and even some failed proposals”, he admitted, “You have so much time to find the one. Why would you want to spend the rest of your life with someone who’s going to die before your even my age? And then your back to square one”

“Don’t say things like that”, Peter said, in quite a harsh tone. He never liked Tony talking down on himself, but he also didn’t like the reminder that Tony would go far before Peter would even be ready to see him go. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be here with you. I’m well aware how our ages will always have a considerable strain on our relationship but it’s a risk I’m more than willing to take”, he said, much softer by the end.

“Please stop Tony, just, live in the moment with me. Please. Worry about our future when we get to it. Just love me now and I’ll love you”, he begged.

Sad eyes met Tony’s and guilt began to set in. “Okay, I’m sorry baby”, he whispered. “Go to the party, have fun”, as if sending Peter beginning to interject, he simply kissed his lips gently and smiled. “Go, you deserve it. You’ve been working hard. But it I don’t let you go for the entire weekend when you come back, that’s on me not you”, he warned playfully.

Peter laughed sweetly. “I’m alright with that”, he promised. “Clingy is a cute look on you”, he hummed.

Tony’s gasp rang out, shaking his head. “I’m not clingy”, he spoke, mock offence in his words as Peter scoffed.

“Oh so texting me every minute about how much you miss me and to remember that you give the best kisses when I’m with my friends, isn’t clingy?”, he questioned, to which Tony grunted and shook his head. “No, it’s just a reminder. A sweet reminder”, he said.

Peter rolled his eyes, but chose not to argue with the man, because frankly, he really did love that side of Tony, no matter how annoying it may get sometimes.

“Fine, fine, you win”, he laughed, wrapping his arms around Tony again to pull him back down into the cuddle.

“I always win”, Tony replied with a small smirk.

“Of course you do dear.”

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hey!! im really sorry to bother but i really love your writing & saw that you were taking prompts!! i was wondering if you could do one where tony has a sort of kink for calling peter ‘kid’ in a way, if your comfortable of course! sorry if my English isn’t the best!