#anthony stark

[cece693]

Personal Bodyguard

pairing: tony stark x male reader tags: you can't tell me Tony isn't bi or at least experimented in his youth, you become his personal bodyguard after the cave fiasco and iron man revelation, enemies-to-friends-to lovers, Tony really needs a hug, reader is set to become his friend (and more), military background

You’re used to working in tense environments. The military taught you that complacency is death and that vigilance is survival. You’ve seen your fair share of conflict, learned to read people and situations at a glance. That’s probably why Pepper Potts sought you out after Tony Stark’s dramatic return from Afghanistan. She looked you up and down with calculating eyes, recognized a bit of herself in your “don’t mess with me” attitude, and decided on the spot—you were the best candidate to protect Tony Stark from himself, and from the new, dangerous world he was plunging into.

Tony’s penthouse overlooks the Malibu coastline, the sun reflecting off the ocean waves and onto polished floors. There he stands—fresh from the workshop, grease on his tank top and that lopsided grin that only half-masks the shadows under his eyes. He spots you, sizes you up, and crosses his arms. “Pep, this is the solution you found?” Tony gestures at you dismissively. “A glorified babysitter?”

Pepper forces a polite smile. “A bodyguard, Tony.” You don’t rise to his bait. The best reaction here is none at all—just a stony expression. Let him get it out of his system. He cocks an eyebrow at your silence, clearly expecting some snark in return.

“Fine,” he says, turning on his heel. “Follow me. Or don’t. Whatever." Pepper shakes her head apologetically as she goes to leave. Before she goes, she places a hand on your shoulder, giving you an unspoken good luck. You already know you’ll need it.

Tony tries his best to make your life difficult. He’ll disappear from his home at odd hours, use his snark to try and aggravate you, or do something reckless like attempt a suit flight test above the Malibu cliffs. However, you're never that far behind and your patience is endless. One night, he’s just touched down too hard in the Mark II, crashing through his garage and damaging several of his expensive cars. You rush in, weapon at the ready, scanning for threats.

“Relax,” Tony says, struggling to peel off the broken armor. “It’s just me doing some, uh, routine test improvements.” You exhale slowly, then calmly dismantle your sidearm. No threats—except the one Tony poses to himself.

“You know,” you say eventually, picking up a piece of the shattered gauntlet, “if you keep messing around with these half-finished upgrades, eventually I won’t just be your bodyguard. I’ll be the one scraping you off the ground.”

Tony stares at you, momentarily struck by the genuine concern in your voice, before clearing his throat. “Point taken,” he mutters, but for the first time, he seems less antagonistic—and almost thankful.

The slow thaw between you and Tony continues. He starts sharing details of the Iron Man suit, half to show off and half because he’s realized you’re more at ease when you know everything that’s going on. You learn that behind the smug exterior, Tony is propelled by guilt, determination, and a heart that aches to do genuine good. And for your part, despite your initial refusal to get personally involved, you find yourself caring about him—protecting him matters, but so does understanding him.

Late nights often find the two of you in the workshop. Tony’s hyper-focused on some new repulser tech while you stand guard, occasionally offering your own insight to whatever he was working on. You’d never guess Tony would be the type to listen, but he does, especially when your suggestions keep him from blowing up half the lab. He’ll acknowledge your tips with a half-smile, or a nod that says more than words.

Pepper noticed the shift. She’d smile at you in passing, relief evident in her eyes. She once patted your shoulder and said, “You’re good for him. He trusts you, and that’s not something I say lightly.” Rhodey, Tony’s closest friend, warmed up to you fast. He appreciated having another military mind around. When Tony got lost in his own arrogance, Rhodey and you would share an exasperated look.

Then everything changes again when Tony becomes an Avenger. Suddenly, it’s not just small-scale threats or paparazzi you have to worry about—it’s cosmic forces, alien invasions, global catastrophes. You do your best to keep Tony safe in these new, unpredictable situations, but it’s a challenge.

The Avengers team is a powder keg of personalities. Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, openly clashes with Tony over leadership and moral ideals. You see how the tension weighs on Tony; he deflects with sarcasm, but you’ve come to know the signs of when he’s hurting.

One night at the tower, you’re standing off to the side while Tony and Steve butt heads—again. "Take away the armor," Steve says, voice steely, "and what are you?" The words hang in the air. Tony’s jaw tightens, and you can practically see his heart sink. It’s a cheap shot. And it’s wrong. You step forward before Tony can snap back with a trademark insult. There’s a calm coolness in your voice, the kind that hushes even the Captain.

“Tony Stark is the mind that built that suit,” you say evenly. “He’s the one who sees solutions where everyone else sees dead ends. If you take away the armor, you’ve still got the man who pulled himself out of a cave and saved his own life with scrap metal—because that’s who he is. He’s more than the suit, Rogers, and you know it.”

Steve meets your gaze and steps forward, but you aren’t intimidated. There were lines you simply wouldn’t let him cross, not tonight, not after he delivered that cheap shot at Tony without even knowing him. You can see Tony stiffen beside you, as if ready to jump in—or bolt. But you’re not about to let Steve’s words cut him down.

“Think very carefully about what you say next, Rogers,” you warn, voice low and steady. “Because none of you would be here—Avengers, Stark Tower, anything—if it weren’t for this man. Armor or no armor.”

For a split second, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you. Clint shifts uneasily near the back, Natasha straightens from her casual lean against the wall, and even Bruce lifts his head from the tablet he’s been absorbed in. Steve’s jaw tightens; he clearly didn’t expect you to stand your ground so bluntly—and you don’t care. Your top priority is Tony’s well-being, not theirs. With nothing more to say, you turn on your heel and head for the workshop.

By the time you reach the corridor leading to Tony’s private workspace, the echo of your own footsteps has become a steady, reassuring beat. Only then do you register the soft tread following behind you. He’s close—but conspicuously silent, which is out of character for a man who thrives on quips and banter.

“Sir, you have arrived at the workshop,” Jarvis’s polite voice chimes overhead, and the door slides open with a hiss.

You step inside and finally turn around. Tony lingers just past the threshold, his eyes lowered. His silence seems almost heavy, like he’s struggling to find the right words. “I never asked you to defend me,” he murmurs. “But you…you did. Why?” The workshop’s lights glow softly, illuminating half-built armor pieces and scattered blueprints. You let the sound of humming machinery fill the short gap before you speak.

“Because you needed someone to,” you say simply, though your voice carries an undercurrent of heat—residual frustration from your confrontation with Steve. “And because I wanted to.”

Tony’s gaze flickers upward—he looks uncertain, almost disarmed. “I can handle myself,” he says, though he doesn’t quite meet your eyes. It’s a weak protest, more habit than conviction.

You exhale, crossing your arms. “I know you can. Doesn’t mean you have to face it alone. Especially when the hits are coming from the people supposed to have your back.”

“You caught me off guard,” he admits, voice low, “standing up for me like that. Especially in front of the team.”

You stand your ground, letting the seriousness of the moment settle in. “You act like I never stand up for you.”

A wry huff of laughter escapes him. “Not the same way. Usually, you’re telling me not to blow up half my lab or reminding me to eat something other than coffee. This time you had my back when it counted.”

“Isn’t that why I’m here?” you ask, tilting your head. “I’m your bodyguard, Mr. Stark. That means I protect you—against outside threats and inside threats too. Even if that threat’s a super soldier with a knack for colorful speeches.”

“So that’s it?” he asks, a thin note of vulnerability in his tone. “You did it because it’s your job?” You take in his tense posture—shoulders rigid, hand flexing at his side. Tony’s never been good at showing his more vulnerable edges. Carefully, you move closer, letting your voice soften.

“Let’s get one thing straight. Defending you isn’t just me ‘clocking in.’ I do it because I care. Because I know you’re more than just the suit, no matter what Steve says.” Tony looks up at you in surprise, but you're not done yet. "If this was just part of my job, I wouldn't be spending all my free time down here with you. I would've jumped at the chance to quit when you offered it on a silver platter."

Tony cracks a half-smile, remembering when he outright tried to bribe you to quit, and you surprisingly rejected his offer. The money could've set you for life, supported you and a family if you so desired, but you simply shook your head and informed him about a meeting he had in the morning.

Tony moves closer, so close you can count the faint freckles along his cheekbones. “I hated the idea of having a bodyguard,” Tony admits, voice low. “But I’ve come to realize how much I needed you.” Your heart stutters, unsure of how to respond. Tony swallows thickly, looking uncharacteristically unsure. There’s no witty remark, no deflecting sarcasm. It’s just him, raw and honest, baring feelings you never thought he’d share.

“You’ve become one of the closest people in my life,” he continues. “I trust you in ways I don’t trust anyone else. Hell, Pepper might be the only other person who gets me anywhere close to this.” He hesitates, eyes flicking to your lips before returning to your gaze. “And…I’ve been trying to figure out how to say I might—well—I feel something for you.”

Your stomach flips, warmth blooming in your chest. There’s something surreal about this: Tony Stark, the man who refused to even acknowledge your presence at first, now openly admitting he cares—that he wants something more than just having you as security detail.

A ghost of a smile curves your lips. “I might feel something for you, too.” Tony’s grin is immediate—relief and mischief dancing in his eyes. He leans in, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades.

“Do I have to make an appointment to kiss my bodyguard,” he murmurs, “or is this—” You cut him off by closing the distance, your lips finding his in a slow, tentative kiss.

[m4dsspider]

My fav discovery of the day was the rdj wore heels to appear taller when playing iron man. And I just love that

+ evidence

[ultravioletrayz]

KINKTOBER

╰┈➤ DAY SEVEN: PHONE SEX w/ TONY STARK

Tony nods along to the music filling the workshop as he modifies a few features of the suit, with JARVIS displaying a holographic model of the features he's working on. It's a quiet night, the type of night Tony has come to hate, because it means that you're away on one of your business trips. The sound of your laughter after every shitty joke, your mere presence beside him as you study the way his hands delicately navigate the heavy machinery, he's come to crave it.

Luckily for Tony, you requite that same desire.

"Mr. Stark, you have a call incoming. Should I project it?" JARVIS announces, making Tony glance up from his work. The second he sees your name being displayed within the holographic swirl of pixels, his eyes light up.

"Yeah, go ahead and put it through." Tony replies, falling back into his swivel chair leisurely so that he can take a break and enjoy the sound of your voice before being forced to return to the task at hand.

As you impatiently listen to your phone dialling, you can already feel the heat rising beneath your skin. You know that this is what Tony likes, what he needs when he's feeling lonely.

"Tony." You whisper, heart pounding as you pant his name into the receiver, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on you as you sink into the hotel sheets.

The sound of his name on your lips sends waves of desire coursing through Tony's veins, his body shivering with anticipation as he watches JARVIS project your image into the holographic display above the suit. You're a fucking tease, wearing that lacy set he bought you spontaneously a few weeks ago, making Tony chuckle and whistle lowly as he absorbs your figure in the hologram.

"You miss me that much, sweetheart? Cute." Tony coos, getting off on the way you squirm against the mountain of pillows behind your head at practically nothing.

"Been such a long day. Please, please I need you." You whine, one hand holding your phone in place while the other gropes your plush chest over your bra, trying to entice Tony to help achieve get some well-deserved relief.

Feeling the heat of your desire, Tony can't help but mirror your plight. His free hand drifts down to his crotch, palming the bulge in his sweats as he leans closer to the hologram of you, bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth as he resents the distance between the two of you, desperate to feel how fucking soaked you inevitably are right now.

"Well don't let me stop you. Touch yourself." Tony commands gently, his voice a low rasp that sends shivers down your spine.

Without a second thought, you comply, pulling your phone down to adjust the camera so that it captures the view of you pulling your panties to the side. You take a moment to tease Tony, allowing him to admire admire your hand, the way it hovers above your puffy clit before slowly dragging your middle finger down to tease the sensitive nub. Your breath hitches, feeling your arousal build with every delicate touch you make.

"That's it, you look so fucking hot, honey." Tony encourages, leaning further in to the hologram as it captures every single subtle movement. Your hips begin to rise and fall in time with your touch, your moans echoing through the JARVIS' phone line and into Tony's eager ears.

He watches you intently, helplessly captivated by the sight of his lover losing themselves in pleasure. The image of you, so vulnerable and needy, only serves to heighten his own desire. Tony hastily fishes his pulsing cock from his pants, pumping a tight fist over his shaft, slick with dripping pre. He moves in time with you, each time you roll your shaky fingers over your clit, he strokes himself and mimics you by rubbing his swollen tip in his palm.

"Fuck your fingers." Tony pants out, and you hurriedly oblige, plunging two fingers into your sopping cunt, moaning loudly as you try to imagine your thrusting fingers as Tony's cock, reaching the spots you need him most. Tony groans at the sight, squeezing the girth of his dick to try and replicate the sensation of your tight walls deliciously constricting him.

"I-I... Tony." You moan, and he can deduce that you're on the edge. Instead of speeding up his own strokes, his fist slows to a stop, making you whine softly, disappointed to suddenly be deprived of the sight of Tony cumming all over his hands and lap.

"Pull them out." Tony orders, making your bottom lip quiver with need, but you listen to him, removing your slick-covered fingers slowly.

"I want to be the one that makes you cum," Tony whispers, pulling his sweats back over himself with a slight smirk, despite the throbbing ache shooting through him. "Rest up. I'll see you soon."

[lokigodofmyheart]

DATE NIGHT

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: Y/N and Tony go out on a date night and he has a little surpise for her.

Warning/Content: smut, toys, public vibrator.

MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Tony looked at his watch while he sat in the living room waiting for his girlfriend. Y/N was getting ready for their date night. It had been almost and hours and he got ready in less than 20 minutes. He looked at his wristwatch again with a little annoyance "C'mon, Y/N. How much longer do you need?" 

From the bedroom, she heard his complaining and rolled her eyes as she had just finished applying the red lipstick. She gave a last check in the mirror, seeing the little black dress hugging her body, she was happy with the image and left the bedroom, walking to where Tony was waiting her. 

 Stark’s jaw slightly dropped, his eyes trailing up and down his girlfriend. He was practically drooling at the sight of her in the new outfit. He stood up from the couch and walked to her "You look... absolutely stunning, babe..." 

“Thank you.” Y/N smiled and looked at him, dressed in a nice suit and gave him light kiss to not ruin her lipstick “You’re not so bad yourself. Ready to go?”  

"Absolutely. But I have something for you first." Tony said cheeky smile. 

She knew pretty well that expression on his face and it made her suspicious “What is it?”  

He grins, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little box, opening and taking out a small pink vibrator. Y/N raises an eyebrow, looking at the toy and back at him.  Stark chuckled lightly at the confused look on her face "It's a remote-controlled toy." 

Oh. She finally understood “And you want me to wear this tonight...?” 

Tony smirks while he nodding slowly, leaning in to whisper in her ear "I want to see you try to keep a straight face during dinner, darling." 

A shiver run down her spine at his words and as the image that went through her head. Stark noticed the reaction she had and he was more than pleasured "Are you up to this, baby?" 

Y/N gave a slow nod. Tony reach under her dress, pulling her panties aside and rubbing the toy on her folds, before slowly inserting into her. A small gasp left her lips at the feeling of the toy inside her. Tony fixed her panties back on, slipping the control on his pocked “All good, sweetheart. Let's go." 

They headed out to the car and got in, Tony starting it and pulling out into the road, a devilish smile on his face as he drove them to the restaurant. He helped her out, opening the door for her like a true gentleman and lead her inside to a table in the corner. 

Tony took the menu, ordering her favorite and the best wine from the restaurant.  The waiter was quick to bring them the wine and serve the couple. Tony and Y/N took a sip of it, enjoying the taste.  

While they were waiting for their food, Tony's hand went to his pocket, fiddling with the remote and turning the toy on a low setting. Y/N gasp as the toy started to vibrate inside of her, almost chocking on the wine.  

“A little warning would’ve been good.” She says, trying to keep her voice down and act naturally. 

Stark chuckled, shrugging with a smirk "Where's the fun in that?" He turned the toy up a bit more, glancing at her to see her reaction. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This would not be an easy dinner. He kept the toy on the medium setting as they wait for a minute more while Y/N struggles to keep a composed face.  

Soon the waiter brought out their food at the table. Stark thanked the waiter, Y/N gave a small smile, still trying to keep a neutral face, before Tony turned his attention back to Y/N, who was noticeably fidgeting in her chair. He turned the toy off while they eat.  

The couple talked a little, Y/N a little relieved from the break, but now she could feel how her panties was starting to wet. 

When they finished, the waiters took the plates off the table and Tony ordered desert. Stark gave Y/N a wink as the waiter walked away, turning the toy on again, this time on the highest setting. 

A small gasp escaped her lips, not expecting that.  He smirked, reaching for his wine glass and taking a drink to cover up the little smirk on his lips. “Are you okay, babe? You seem a little...hot." 

Her mouth felt dry when she swallowed, trying to prevent a moan “I'm...fine...” 

Tony hummed, turning the toy on and off a few times to tease her as he leaned in a bit and placed his chin on his hand “You sure? You look like you're about to come apart." 

Y/N nods, closing her eyes to concentrated before opening it again to look at him. Stark chuckled, setting the toy on a low, constant vibration as he kept staring at her, enjoying her trying to keep it all together "You're doing so well, babe... I'm so proud of you..." 

The waiter brings them their dessert, and Tony thanks him, his hand in his pocket, turning the toy up to a different setting. This time he didn’t turned off the little pink toy "Go on, baby...eat something. Wouldn't want you to lose your strength." 

“Tony...” Her voice almost sounded like a low moan “I can’t...” 

Stark grins, enjoying the whine as he looks at her, still playing with the toy. He motions to the food in front of her with his hand. "Eat something, babe. C’mon.." 

Y/N struggled to eat the small desert in front of her. She was sure she was squirming in the chair, rubbing her legs together as the thing kept vibrating on her. Stark had that damn smirk on his face the whole time, enjoying the way she was struggling to eat and to keep quiet. By the time they had finished dessert he decided to turn off the toy, wanting to make her wait a bit longer before he brought it back on.  

A complaining whine left her lips as she was too close to her orgasm, but she was also relieved “I think we can go home now...” 

Tony shakes her head and chuckles slight “Not yet, baby...I still want to finish the wine.” Stark motions for the waiter to refill his glass. A few moments later the glasses are refilled and the waiter leaves them alone. Again, he turned on the toy. 

A small moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Y/N was too worked up now and she was sure her panties were drenched. 

Stark heard the small moan and grinned “Be careful, sweetheart...wouldn't want you to make a scene...” 

“Tony...” She didn’t know if she was complaining or moaning his name anymore, everything feeling too much after being tease with that vibrator for almost an hour now with no release and no possibility to moan.  

He smirked, looking around to see the other patrons in the restaurant were too busy with their own meals to pay them any mind. He leaned in close to her again, the toy still vibrating against her "Are you close, babe? You look close..." 

She could only nods while she bites her lower lip, preventing any sound from coming out of her mouth. Tony noticed how much she was trying to hold it together and he could also tell it was getting harder and more difficult for her "Are you gonna come for me, babe?" 

Her eyes started to roll back and she closes it. Stark smirked again while he turned the toy up the slightest bit more, while his hand moves up her thigh "That's it, baby... come for me, right here in the middle of this restaurant." 

The way her breathing was becoming more and more labored showed him she was close. Y/N's face contorted in pleasure and she was thankful she had her back to most people in there. A small moan leaving her lips as the toy finally made her reach her orgasm while in the restaurant. 

Stark was satisfied, and also somewhat hard, seeing her face as she came and hearing the moan she let out. He turned the toy off after the fact, just watching her with a grin as the wave of her orgasm passed through her in the middle of the restaurant. He finally signed to the waiter to brings them the check. 

While Tony was paying, she almost drank her glass at once after her orgasm subside. Stark set the money down and thanked the waiter, standing up and holding his hand out to her "C'mon, baby. Let's go home." 

Once they were out of the restaurant and at the car, Tony opened the door for her and let her sit down before he went around and got in on the driver's side. He started the car up and started driving, keeping one of his hands on her thigh as he did so. 

Y/N watches as he drove, a comfortable silence settling between them. She wanted to get back at him somehow, just a small tease, so her hand went to the bulge on his pants, rubbing her hand against him through the fabric of his pants.  

Tony was surprised when he felt her hand on his bulge, letting out a small gasp at the feeling of her touching him “Y-Y/N...we're still in the car...” 

“So?” She looks at him innocently while she still teased him slowly.  

A quiet moan was heard from Tony, his gripping the steering wheel tighter as he tried to focus on driving while she continued teasing him "F-Fuck... baby... we're almost at the penthouse..." Stark was struggling to focus, trying to drive as fast he safely could to get them to his penthouse. He bit his lip every time he felt her hand move and he almost let out moan every time she gave a squeeze. 

After what feels like forever to the billionaire, finally he pulled up to the penthouse and parked, shifting his legs to adjust his now-noticeably-tighter-pants. He glanced at her, noticing the smirk on her face and the way her hand was still on his bulge. He groaned when she rubbed it again before he spoke "Inside. Now." 

This time, she didn’t wait for him to open the door. They exit his car and Stark practically shoved her into the elevator and slammed the button to the top floor, barely able to wait the few seconds it went up.  

Once they were at the penthouse, he didn't waste any time before pulling her body to him and kissed her. She kissed him back, the kiss being messy and full of lust. Soon she was pushing his suit jacket off him, throwing somewhere in the ground.  His hands went down to the hem of her dress, lifting it up above her hips as he walked her to his room, without breaking the kiss. 

There was a trail of clothes from the living room to his bedroom: jacked, shirt, dress, pants, shoes, heels, socks. Until they finally hit the bed, with only their underwear on their bodies.  

Stark breaks the kiss and takes in the view of her in her black set of lingerie, his breath getting caught in his throat as he sees her "God, you look absolutely perfect, babe." He pushes her back gently onto the bed, crawling on top of her and beginning to kiss her neck, his hands roaming over her bare body, tracing the lace on her bra. 

Y/N’s hands were on his hair and his neck, teasing him with her nails. Stark continues to leave kisses down her neck, moving down to her chest. He opened her bra before he slides the straps off her shoulders, moving to kiss her breasts.  

She moans slightly feeling his tongue circling her nipple and his mouth sucking it, before he did the same with the other. He kept kissing down her body while his fingers traced the lace of her panties. She lifts her hips to help him take it off, eager for more. 

Tony chuckled at the eagerness, moving off her for a moment so he could slide the panties off, removing them and throwing them somewhere in the room. He spread her legs, the pink toy still there.  

He pulled the toy slightly off her before pushing in again, making Y/N moan. Stark grins, doing it again, pulling the toy in and out painfully slow. 

“Tony...” She moans his name, as he did it again.  

He chuckles, looking at her as he continued his slow pace with the toy "Yeah, baby? What is it?" moans his name, 

 "Stop...teasing...” 

Stark stop, but he kept holding the toy still inside of her "It's not even on..." 

Another moan came from her lips “Please...I need you...” 

He pulled the toy out completely, pulling his boxers down and moving his body above her, settling between her legs. His hands roam over her body, feeling her soft skin under his touch. He looks into her eyes with a smirk, and she can feel his hard cock pressed up against her "Is this what you need, baby?" 

“Yes.” The work came out as a breathless whisper from her lips. He leans down to kiss her, his body resting on top of hers.  

One of his hands moves down to position himself at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wetness, making her moan against his lips. He smirked hearing it. After a moment of teasing her, he slowly slid himself inside her, his hands on either side of her head to support his height. 

She moans, and she had to fight to keep her eyes open, because the look on his face was too hot. Stark closed his eyes when he bottomed out inside her, letting out a low groan while his lips were parted.  

He opens his eyes, looking down at her face with a smirk. He slowly pulled all the way out, before pushing back in, starting a slow pace. Y/N moaned at each thrusting, their eyes locked.  

Tony started to speed up his pace, wanting to hear her more and more. One of his hands moved to grip her thigh, giving it a squeeze as he adjusted to go faster. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he did so.  

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, making him reach deeper in this new position. It felt so good as his cock was going faster and hard on her. It didn’t take long for her to start tightening slightly around him, feeling her orgasm approaching. 

“Tony...” 

The way she clenched around him almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head, a groan escaping his lips at the feeling and at the sound of his name on her lips "Fuck..." 

His thrusts started to get sloppy and harder. He was close too. It barely took Y/N a few more seconds before she came, her walls clenching around his cock as his name came out of her lips in the most sinful way.  

Feeling her tighten around him, combined with the way she was saying his name...it’s all it took for Tony to finally cum, spilling his warm seed inside of her. 

Y/N looked at him, with a tired and satisfied smile as she tried to catch her breath back. Tony smiled down at her, before pulling out of her and rolling over to the side, pulling her into his arms.  

Stark pulled the sheets up over them to cover their bodies as he held her close and kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing up and down her back "I love you." 

“I love you more.” She smiles, looking at him as her body relaxed even more.  

He smiled back, moving his hand to brush some of her hair out of her face "That's not possible. I pretty sure I win at loving you more." Y/N chuckled softly, knowing it was no use to argue over this, he would always win. He chuckled back, enjoying the way she laughed as he ran his hand through her hair. It was quiet for a few moments, both of them just enjoying each other's presence before he spoke again "Did you like the toy? At the restaurant?" 

She nods “It was...interesting.” 

"That's a good way to describe it...” He paused, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms for a moment and tracing figures on her back with his fingers before speaking again. "Would you...want to do it again in public sometime?" 

“Yeah, why not?” She smirks slightly “Maybe next time I’ll tease you.” 

Tony chuckled at that, liking the idea of her teasing him in a public place "Sounds like a plan, darling." 

[emmedoesntdomath]

one thing people never understand is that i can and will ship characters with multiple other characters. like, we’re not discriminating here. not in this household, my good sir. equal opportunity. if they want to make out, they can make out. don’t stand in the way of that. love is beautiful. thank you for coming to this ted talk.

[itsillyakuryakin]

[morbid-flesh-angel]

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Tony Stark & Loki aka IronFrost

[lokistemptress]

Feedback - Janet Jackson

Tony Stark x Reader

I wrote this almost two years ago, and I never intended on publishing it, but I’ve gotten into marvel again and now I have a page dedicated to it, so might as well start off with a bang.

Warnings: smut, tony stark is a warning ig, spanking, talk of vibrators, it’s not anything crazy in my opinion but another girls vanilla is someone else’s freak.

For some reason tonight, you didn't want to be the jealous one. You wanted him to touch and fuck and look at you the very same way you had been imagining all night.

The gala started at around sunset and wasn't over until everyone was too drunk to remember where they were. You had worn the sexiest dress ever. It left little to the imagination, yet was a torturous garment in every other way. It was a satin dress with an open back. A string of pearls and diamonds holding the garment together in the back. The cool crystals lit your skin on fire as you continued to think about all the nights before with Tony. It was getting to the point you couldn't handle it anymore. Hell, you'd let him take you on the living room couch in front of everyone if it just meant you could come for him. What you didn't know was that Tony was doing this all on purpose.

He invited you to his Gala. Ordered your favorite food and wine. Let your favorite sort of jazz music play delicately in the background and he was ignoring you. He was playing his favorite game. Being a tease. The jazz music eventually faded out to a sensual classical music that made Pepper laugh. She knew what his assignment for the night was. Get you in bed by 4 AM. And it was now nearing the stroke of midnight and you two hadn't spoken once. Pepper ate the tiny green olive that had been left over in her drink before setting the cup down on the bar in front of her. "What are you playing at?" Pepper smiled knowingly. Their relationship at one point in time had been very sexual and romantic, but then her sexy Brazilian partner came back into the picture and she respectfully left Tony Stark. He wasn't jealous of her newfound relationship and neither were you. Now you had an actual shot with Tony. But then came a stupid 'mental rule book' that you mutually agreed to in a stupid heat of the moment deal when things seemed a bit too… Romantic.

"I think you should talk to her." Pepper states as she admired the way you danced with another man you hadn't had the energy to learn the name of. Tony had been so busy ordering glass after glass of whiskey, wasting time, that he hadn't realized what was happening behind him. "What makes you say that?" he asks after swallowing a small piece of ice. "I like the game we're playing. Seeing who can break first," He continued explaining. Pepper suppressed a smile. Her Brazilian babe sat on the other side admiring the photos of his children with an older women and her husband. A great partnering opportunity. Sure, Pepper knew not to get involved in your relationship. It wasn't her sort of thing. But then again that would be a lie. She liked being the gasoline to your fiery relationship. It gave her and you something to converse about during the days where you lounged by the Brazilian CEO's pool, who's name you only recently found out was Eduardo. Or Eddie for those who were friendly with him. "Do you remember how you said her mouth would get her into trouble some day?" Tony smiled as he swirled his drink around. Unlike everyone else, he was leaning against the table rather than sitting on the stool. "I do. It's where her nickname Trouble came from." he sighed contentedly. He glanced around before leaning in to hear her better. "Why? What did you hear?" He was so invested and curious as to what the woman he had been seeing for the past few months was saying. "Nothing actually," Pepper explained which upset the older man. Then what was she on about then? "It certainly isn't her words that are going to get her in trouble." Peppers eye contact with Tony broke as she glanced behind the Stark Industry CEO and at the young adult partner he had been fucking most recently. Tony eyebrows furrowed and he turned to search in the same direction as Pepper was looking. Pepper took his turn as the signal for her to leave. She ordered up another drink and was gone before Tony had even actually found his girl in the crowed.

When Tony turned around, he hadn't seen you. Not yet. But when he finally did, boy did he wish he hadn't. You danced with a man he was sure you didn't know the name of. Little did he know he was correct of course, and you also barely knew what the man looked like as well. Tony watched you with an almost sick satisfaction. You didn't look nearly as thrilled as you would have if he had been the one you were dancing with, and Tony knew that from experience. He turned to tell Pepper he was going to leave to Y/n but his voice got caught in his throat when he realized almost everyone at the bar was gone. Except for Pablo who served drinks like a mad man. He probably was. Tony downed the rest of his drink before cockily making his way over to the girl he was desiring the most right now. Typically he would have waited for her to make eye contact and then finally sneak off with her when he felt like she had enough. But he really just wanted to break her bratty attitude.

The man she was dancing with was certainly taller than Tony, who was already rather tall. However he didn't have anything Tony had. You could feel the hard on poking through his leather work pants. Wasn't big in that department. And his arms were wrapping around you all wrong. You almost felt guilty for putting on a show like this. But you couldn't deny the eyes and the lights and diamonds glittering on your body didn't make you feel like a fucking Goddess who just needed a good fuck tonight by the only man who could do such thing. She just wanted to push the guy away and run right into Tony's arms. Only Tony beat her to it.

Y/n had been facing the younger, blond, and taller man. The man could literally only focus on Y/n in that moment. She twirled around her hips gyrating against his dick making the man do his best to hold back a moan. That's how good she was. Seriously good. And she was Tony's. Y/n's eyes glazed over the angry and tight jawed CEO waltzing over to her out of the corner of her eye. She pressed herself even harder against the man in front of her, now having their chests touching. Her hands ran all along his broad shoulder, exploring the unknown skin. He was wearing a simple half-unbuttoned black work shirt. Unbeknownst to Y/n, he lost his tie earlier in a game with another women currently being fucked somewhere else by some other man right now. Y/n kept dancing even when another set of hands rested on her hips. Even more gentle but with a sense of possessiveness that made her head spin. The unknown blond man's eye's roamed all over the dancing girl in front of him and he hadn't even noticed Tony Stark. His eyes were glued to the bouncing breasts on Y/n's chest that were pushed up with the aid of a sexy bra that Tony gifted her a few weeks back, instructing her that if she wore the matching bra and panty set for another man he would be killed. It made heat rush through Y/n. "Excuse me," Tony grumbled. He wasn't in a good mood. He couldn't think properly right now so if this man didn't get off his pretty girl, Pepper would need to put in an order for a new white carpet since it would end up being stained with the dude's blood.

Yeah, Tony had issues.

"Excuse me," Tony restated. He didn't like repeating himself but he understood where the guy was coming from. Hell, he'd been in his position multiple times before. But he didn't want some random man who doesn't know what a clit is to touch his woman. "huh? oh." the man looked up from ogling your chest which made you snicker. The man in front of you's hands were lower on your waist, almost touching your ass. Tony knew how to hold you, one hand possessively on your hip while the other was on the side of your stomach. once Tony knew he had the other man's attention away from his girl, he pulled you away. "This is mine. Go find someone else to look at. Touch her again and I'll ruin you in every was imaginable." There was probably a hundred other things Tony wanted to say and do to the man who thought he could have you. but that could wait. He had a sweet pussy waiting for him in about ten minutes that was calling his name. "Now get the fuck out of here!" Tony barked. His voice almost raised high enough that it almost was louder than the classical music cascading throughout the mansion. The blond, who couldn't be more than 29 backs up abruptly. "S-Sorry Mr. Stark."

"You didn't have to do that." You sighed dramatically. "He would have done anything I asked of him." Tony scoffs. "I would too." you wanted to ask him really bad what you two were, but that situation would have to come back again a lot later than sooner. Right now you just wanted everything he had to give.

People often wondered if the two of you were dating in a similar manner as to how you felt. No, you were not exclusively dating. But this primal and public show of possession and dominance over your every move surely proved something to onlookers. That and the fact he had bought you countless amounts of lingerie for just the two of you. The photo of the both of you in your early days of meeting each other always sat in the hidden pocket of his work jackets, and a small Polaroid of his hand hands covering your tits you took in selfie mode. Oh yeah, and the vibrator he engineered perfectly to match everything you liked. From the speeds having three perfect ones. One for teasing, low vibrations that gave you just enough pleasure it was annoying. The second speed, being the one he uses when he fucks you and presses the vibrator against your clit at the same time. Or maybe while he was eating you out. It wasn't slow to where it bugged the shit out of you, and it wasn't too fast to where you could cum from it alone easily. It was just right and Tony made sure of that. And lastly his favorite level for when he's really feeling like being a brat tamer, for putting you in your place. It was just higher than the other one to where it would send you into complete shock and silence. It would make you cum just from it by itself. Which was a whole other level of annoying since it told you that you were no where near done being fucked.

It made you blush like a teenager when he first showed you the gold and pink vibrator. The perfect mixture of who the two of you were. And then the different buzzing modes. You could go all the way from consistent to five seconds apart. You knew if he put you on a mode, you were not walking tomorrow morning.

There had been something so addictive about Tony that kept pulling you back. Even though you agreed that feelings couldn't ever get mixed up in all this. In case he didn't come back from a mission or there was secretly another man in your life that treated you better. It baffled the fuck out of you when Tony thought of you being with another man other than him. You couldn't even think another man was attractive when it came to Tony.

While you were thinking away, lost in your own thoughts Tony was thinking his. And yes, they were not polite in anyway. He thought of how the pearls would look on the floor in a mess in his bedroom. He thought of having you ride his cock, cause you just do it so gracefully. Head thrown back as moans left you unadulterated and completely scandalous. These sick fantasies of his didn't stop, he didn't want them to stop. But he would much rather have the real thing happening right now. Just for him, all for him. Tony wrapped his arms fully around you. His head buried into your neck where he sucked a singular hickey. He could taste the sweat on your skin from all the dancing you had been doing for another man. "What do you say we get out of here gorgeous?" his breath fanned against your neck and the scent of him being so masculine, the whiskey on his tongue and lips formed something beastly inside you. Without another thought or expression of self doubt you were following the man to his bedroom like you did at least twice a week. Sometimes twice in a day, and sometimes twice in two hours.

Your giggles echoed around the elevator as he hoisted you up against the freezing steel wall. His lips brushed against yours. Your legs were splayed out on either side of his hips, practically begging for him to fuck you there. But no, Stark had some more class than that. He wanted his bed. He couldn't believe he was leaving his own party and not coming back. he knew he wasn't coming back the moment he saw you dancing with brad. or chad. or erik. or kyle. or whatever the fuck the blond thing was named. "I just need you so bad." You hissed. His hips ground into your own. The tent in his pants only restraining him more as he let you grind against him. The satisfaction of how much you were willing to comply was getting to his head and boosting his ego. A pretty girl like you, all ready for him. A dream come true.

The elevator dinged and he tore you away from the wall and pulled you into his room. He left curtains opened. He liked fucking with a pretty view in front of him and an even prettier girl under or on top of him. And tonight, and hopefully forever it was you.

Tony dropped you onto his bed. He ravaged your body. Your thighs especially. When he learned you felt slightly insecure about your thighs, he knew he had to show them some special attention. He had you stand up while he was behind you sliding his cock in between them while the both of you stood in front of a mirror. He loved every part of a woman. Especially every part of you. To him you were like a puzzle. Sure, some pieces were missing but that didn't take away from your utter beauty. He felt bad for all those years where you lost the pieces, but thankful that he had you now and he could look for those pieces for you. Put them back together for you. So he gave you good memories for each thing you disliked about yourself.

You didn't like the thickness of your thighs, then he'd have to fuck them in front of a mirror while you watched. And he'd play with your clit and praise you for being so fucking pretty like the sinister man he was. A lot of the world thought of Tony Stark, or better yet Iron Man as a hero. You thought of him as a sex God.

Tonight you could feel was a little different than usual. He wasn't completely pissed off. "I need you." You whined. He hadn't stopped kissing and licking at your neck. "I bet you do." he dismissed. He slid himself down your body until he was once again resting between your thighs. "I need to show this pussy who she belongs to don't I?" he asked. He didn't need your response to know that was exactly what you needed, but you gave it to him anyway. "Yes sir." you moaned. He pushed the hem of your satin dress up until it layed in a pile around your hips. You whined and sighed above him. His arm rested against your hips to hold you steady as he admired the pretty panties he picked out just for you. "Knew you'd look s'good with these on baby." his pet name made you keen in pleasure. "Please Tony." he didn't even know what you were begging for, he'd give you just about anything right now. But then again, there was that damn show you decided to put on for everyone. He sat up and flipped you over easily. He readjusted the dress on your hips. You were confused as to what he was doing. "To-"

"Shut up." he ordered. Your mouth shut on command. At least you were listening to simple tasks. He climbed on top of your legs, holding you down from the knee and down. He could feel the gentle kicks of your legs letting him know you were unsure of whatever it was he was going to do to you. And he didn't seem like it was fuck you. He doesn't like the restriction of clothing, which led you to another, more striking form of foreplay. "tony wait-!" you called out but he brought a hand down against your lower thigh anyway. "Safe word?" he asks. you decided on the color system, red for stop, yellow slow down or wait a second, and green for good. "green, but-"

"then listen when i tell you to shut up." his voice was louder now than the last time, assuming it was because you hadn't listened. You stopped talking and took every hit he gave you. He switched back and forth between your thighs and the plumpest parts of your ass. You had hoped the panties would obstruct some of the blows but it hadn't, and it maybe even made it worse. The lace was irritating your skin and for once in your life you were certainly debating about ever wearing something Tony ever buys you again. Your ass was on fire by the time he decided he was done. It had only been ten smacks on either side, but the lace panties made the hits feel worse but better. Your panties were probably soaked through by now. "You alright?" Tony asked sliding off from your legs. You whimpered out and Tony took on your posture as well as the slick between your thighs that had accumulated due to the spanking. "Perfect, let's just take all these off of you then darling." he assisted you with taking off the dress, keeping on the matching panty set. He wasn't done playing with her yet. once they were both were mostly naked he let her lay on back. Tony was other worldly in pleasuring a woman. It was because of his cocky demeanor. His whole reputation would come crashing down around him if he couldn't please a women good enough for her liking. That, and he just thoroughly enjoyed having his ego boosted while having a women writhing in pleasure because of him. Killing two birds with one stone.

Tony was in the mood for some teasing and so he kissed along the band of the panties. he could smell your arousal through the thin material. when he couldn't handle it anymore, he pressed a kiss right over your clit. his arms resting on your thighs just like before. "God, what is your obsession with being down there?" you asked. "First, listen when I tell you not to talk. Second, this is my pussy and i decide when she gets pleased. Which according to my laws, is all the time." he joked almost too seriously. you let yourself fall back onto the bed and took whatever he was giving you. Letting out moans whenever you couldn't hold them in anymore. His bedroom was sound proof, no one could hear you. You weren't sure if you would have cared if the whole Gala heard you moaning like that for him. Tony hooked his fingers under your panties on either side of your hips and pulled them off ravenously. He did not rip them in anyway though, he was careful. He knew he wanted to see you in the same pair very soon. Very, very, very soon.

He was met with your slickness right in front of him. He died and went to heaven for a moment. He moved closer to your pussy drinking in everything about you. Your hands flew down to his hair where you tugged him impossibly closer. He only gave you one warning before he started devouring you with everything in him. "Don't cum." and then his tongue was running through your folds. "oh!" You moaned. Despite the build up, it was a shock to you every time he layed his tongue on you. He gripped your thighs on either side of his head tightly making sure you weren't escaping his mouth like you tried to do every time. You roll your hips against his tongue, eyes closed in pleasure. Sometimes in moments like these he would completely take your breath away, to the point where you forgot to breathe, forgot how to breathe. It was bad, but so good. His lips attach onto your clit and suck on it slowly. Letting his tongue run over it, over and over again. You cried out again. Back arching against his bed. On arm reached out and pressed down on your lower tummy getting you to relax again as he let go. "Tony..." you panted. He had only started 30 seconds ago and you were feeling ready to combust. You felt the tears pooling behind your closed eyes but you were determined to not cry from the pleasure. Not yet. He brought you to tears quite often from the head he gave. It was another insecurity you had when you first got into trouble together like this. All the guys you had been with before never wanted to put out for you. Your sex life had been down to only three dudes, none of them had ever given you head and one never fucked you. He only wanted head. And the other one. Well, he was a no body. So you had no prior experience to what head was supposed to feel like so going from nothing to mind shattering, world ending head was pretty chaotic. Which explained why you ran from it so much.

"I need you inside me Tony." you breathlessly heaved. You managed to shift onto your forearms as you glanced down at Tony who had ignored your comment and instead continued eating you out like you were his last meal. "Tony, if you don't stop I will cum," she gasped. Tony pretended like he heard nothing and that she was obeying his orders on being quiet and inserted a finger inside her. He loved the feeling of how easy it was to slide right in. Same days, she needed more prep but tonight this was a much expected and worked up event. Her hips shuddered underneath him when he curled them relentlessly inside her. Constantly hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back (much to tony's self pleasure). He silently agreed though, he could feel her slight contractions around his singular digit and knew she was going to come. so the only thing Tony could think of, was making it harder for her. "Looking so beautiful. Taste so good for me too gorgeous." he praised. Y/n whined and shook her head. he was playing a dangerous game, and she couldn't stave off his win for long if he kept going.

"Could spend days in between these legs of yours. Tasting my girl." the way he kept calling you his was igniting flames inside you hotter than any fire on earth. you would have given him another warning but instead, you prepared for the worst. denial. Your hips whined in beat to his fingers’ thrusts as he continued lapping at your clit going back and forth between kitten licks and long thoughtful swipes. Your thighs clenched around his head hoping he'll let you off easily. Instead he used his strength and spread you back out for him. His fingers retracted and he pressed your legs up so your knees were almost touching your chest. he was fucking ruing you with only his tongue now. If you think Tony Stark was a genius, billionaire, playboy, extraordinaire... You'd be correct.

After a few extra seconds of running his tongue up and down your slit to his hearts content he looked up at you. Your head thrown back forehead glistening with sweat and your bangs sticking to your cheeks and forehead. He reaches up and slid the fingers that had been knuckle deep in you was then shoved into your throat. You tasted the salty taste of yourself. It wasn't your favorite. You preferred the way he tasted instead. The both of you would rather give than receive which created problems for the both of you. and 69 was just too boring and basic and one of you always got carried away distracting the other and the pleasure then became only one way. after Tony whole heartedly believed you had sucked all your juices off like the good girl you were, he made sure you knew. "good girl, princess." he purred. He kneeled from his position between your legs, hands both finally being removed from you. You felt empty and extremely wet from all the fluids that had been licked clean from you which produced more and more the better he had you feeling. Tony helped you take your bra off, perfect tits falling out just for him. he remembered the kid from earlier tonight and he was angry again. he made sure to give each plump breast an equal amount of attention before he removed his own underwear. He had licked and sucked fresh hickey's all the way from your neck to your thighs. dark purple marks bruising and glistening with his spit and your mixed in arousal as the lights dimmed to a more sensual aura. Tony pressed his lips against yours again. Both needing the reassurance the other was actually there, live and in the flesh.

Nothing scared you more than Tony's second job, of course he had many. But the Iron Man, that one was terrifying you the most. Sometimes he'd leave for weeks and he wasn't able to contact you in anyway incase the enemy caught wind of him or the texts. Especially when he was in enemy territory. But he was back with you now and you missed him like a mad woman. "Ready for me?" he asked. his voice hoarse despite drinking you all up a moment ago. "yes, please tony." you gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging in deep while he aligned himself to you needy cunt. no condom. yeah, it was a bad idea. but there was this mutual agreement that went almost unnoticed. You were on birth control, and he often bought morning after pills just in case you didn't feel right about it. But there was this weird feeling the both of you had. Like no matter what happened, you knew the perfect person to raise a child with was the other person. Was it totally psychotic and crazy. Yeah. did it make you fall for each other even more every time feeling each other naturally with no barrier. Fuck yes. Tony's hand fell beside your head gripping the sheets roughly until his knuckles turned white. His other hand was resting on you hip. He slid his hand down to your lower thigh and pulled the leg over his hip to get a better angle. the other leg on the other side followed pursuit shortly after. "fuck me good tony," you sighed as he slid into you completely for the first time in weeks. The both of you let out deep groans at finally feeling each other again. The initial stretch was always the worst, especially after being away from each other for so long. It felt foreign and brand new all over again. Why did work have to take him away so much and why didn't he want to bring you along? Okay sure you could die.. But Milan, Italy was just right there calling your name for fashion week and you missed it! Damn it Tony.

"Fuck Tony!" You whined. he rutted his hips into you making sure you felt every inch of him nice and deep, every vein. He wanted to feel every part of you that's for sure. Your nails scratch down his back as you both get lost in the feeling of each other. Both grunting out praises toward one another. Tony Stark was a nasty, dirty, mother fucker. He pressed kisses all along your cheeks and face and chest just showing his love and care for you. He made you feel so sweet and special. His hand on your hip dropped down to your stomach where he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles, a huge contradiction to the way he pounded into you. He did this all while saying the sluttiest words he could think of. "Letting me fuck this pussy so good, keep coming back. Can't bring myself to even look at another woman." you didn't know what that meant but he was probably just pussy whipped right? “Fuuuuck… Don’t ever want this to end. Might not let you come so I can keeping fucking you… huh? Don’t shake your head, I’d bet you love it if I used you all night long…” You couldn't let yourself dive down deep into what his words possibly meant when you were seconds away from cumming around him. "G-gonna cum for you. Please can I come Tony?" You whined, eyes squeezed shut as the tears of pleasure rolled down your sweaty face. "Course baby, I’m not that mean… tonight." your back arches up to touch his. His head buries in your neck. "gonna fill you baby, give you everything you worked so hard for tonight." his breath caught in his throat at the feeling of you cumming. Your moans get even more sporadic and higher in pitch. "That's right baby. My good girl. Such a pretty baby." it didn't take long after that for Tony to finish after you, promising to give you everything he said he would.

He stayed still for a moment letting himself relish in the feeling of being inside you for a little bit longer before pulling out. He begins to get up but you grab his wrist. "Gonna start a bath for you." he kisses your temple sweetly. "I don't want a bath. I just wanna be messy." you joked clumsily, tripping over your words as you tried to express yourself. "I know. Maybe some other time okay." he leaves the bedroom and to the connected bathroom he disappears into. You could hear the sound of the rush of running water as he starts the bath. Bath time meant you weren't supposed to spend the night. He would get you to calm down and relax. take some time to yourself and then he'd give you a new outfit to wear home and then you'd be gone and back again some time within the next few days. You wished the dynamic worked a little bit differently. Like maybe seeing each other everyday. You didn't need the sex, yes it was the perfect addition but it was just that. An addition. You two were good friends and there had been a spark there since you had met. But that's all it ever was. A spark, a good friendship, and eventually heartbreaking friends-with-benefits. Except the benefits only made it ten times harder to be away from Tony. You only hoped he felt the same way.

Of course he did though. bath time meant he got to just sit and admire you and you tried falling asleep only for him to wake you up. He got to shower you in kisses and fancy bubble soap and then dress you up all nice and pretty for hundreds of people to compliment you on an outfit he bought for you. He just wished it was more. So, so, so much more. Like a relationship. But you never gave him any signs that that's what you wanted from him. So he didn't push. He would one day but that day wasn't today and he was okay with that. There would be a day where the conversation arose between the two of you and the situation could no longer be ignored. Either that or a baby. And he was pretty sure you were on birth control. Right?

Right?

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So like this has nothing to do with my master list, or any of the characters I write for but here’s an introduction. I think my formula of writing smut is tasteful, blunt, yet has a lot of minor mentions and dances around things. Remember: I wrote this in 2023 when I was 17… so if you don’t like it that’s why.

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Kink-Tober 2024 🎃🏵️🍁🍂

🎃First fic will be posted on October 1st, 2024. All currently added on this list are the ones I have completed thus far. List will update nearly every day. Almost all fics will include smut🎃

Days with this emoji (🛑) will include triggering abuse such as non-con, kidnapping, etc.

If you would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know. Please refer to this post to see what will be posted each day 🏵️

Day 1 - Double Pen - Stucky - 🛑Double Trouble

Day 2 - Blindfold - Loki Laufeyson - Ballroom Dance

Day 3 - Bondage - Peter Parker - 🛑 No, You Don't

Day 4 - Virginity - Wade Wilson - You? A Virgin?

Day 5 - Swallowing - Sam Wilson - 🛑 Swallow

Day 6 - Praise - Quentin Beck - 🛑 Little Witch

Day 7 - Overstimulation - Steve Rogers - Almost There

Day 8 - Face Sitting - Steve Rogers - Getaway

Day 9 - Knife Play - Bucky & Loki - 🛑 Slice

Day 10 - Pet - Wade Wilson - Pet

Day 11 - Not doing - Choking 😔

(Still adding to the list, updates almost daily)

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I guarantee you that all of the Avengers grew up poor. All of them. Except Tony Stark. and that is a fucking hilarious gimmick, but also like soooooooo sad. like it's funny cause Tony can be so out of touch for a lot of things, but I bet you he has “growing up poor" symptoms. EG: food insecurtiy, not always knowing if he was going to see his parents, lonely nights, having to feed himself with a bottle of ketchup and instant rice with no way to get more food, etc. Like he had a place to sleep, a 2 million dollar pool in the backyard, and gucci underwear, but he still hordes oranges and cereal like a weird pirate. And it's fucking depressingly hilarious.

12/02/25 edit: I wrote this at midnight, and the spell checks were bugging me, so I fixed them and the language

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I just want a scenario where, It's after civil war, Steve and the rogues are settled into the place where they argue about the accords and Tonys 15 minutes late, but since he's like the lead for the accords they all have to begrudgingly wait.

Then Tony walks in lipstick smudged, mascara on, in a black silk dress, throwing off stilletos and a curly black wig

"sorry, I was on an undercover mission" Tony says, dress still on as he takes his seat, and Steve Rogers literally gripping onto the table he was sat Infront with the others, distractedly glancing at tony, his legs in the dress, his hips, those curves.

The rogues having to repeatedly snap him out of the daze not so subtly, while the press has already written out the headline.

"hard mission or hard ex-captain? Tony stark walks in with a black silk dress on and Steve Rogers has reportedly lost his ability to speak but instead drool."

Steve wanted to crawl up and die at that moment.

And subtly, in the back hiding behind Sam is a half confused half bi crisis Bucky staring at the genius like a literal creep cause the man can see the slit of skin exposing his thigh that Bucky wanted to desperately claw at the air for.

Jesus supersoldiers and their creepy need for the man they both were down bad for.

Oh and Bucky totally got a headline of his own.

"the winter assassin. Killing for a piece of stark? The man was reported, next to his other drooling best friend, trying to revert his gaze from the delectable genius. The playboy really isn't silent."

And Tony? Well Tony knew they were staring.

And if stark came back the next meeting with his tightest fitting suit on, black and red with his hair out, curling. His lips shining with a subtle pink tinted lipgloss and his tie slightly undone, aswell as the first button..

Well. That was his deal.

Clint in the second meeting: STOP DROOLING OVER THE MAN, WE ARE TRYING TO WIN.

Steve and bucky: oh we're winning, clint, we're winning.

They were infact just referring to staring at Starks ass and not their case that they were war criminals.

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Tony Stark Mopey & Drunk as requested on my Kofi :)

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DP X Marvel #21

Tony Stark had a lot of regrets in life. Most of them involved tequila, a few bad tattoos he had paid to laser off before Pepper found out, and one especially haunted incident involving a mechanical bull, a congressman’s wife, and the phrase “I dare you.” But none—not even Ultron—could have prepared him for the living, brooding, wall-punching cryptid that was Dante “Dan” Masters.

Dan was technically human. Probably. No one was brave enough to check. He stood 6’7”, made of nothing but scarred muscle and menace, had jawlines sharp enough to commit tax fraud, and wore an expression that screamed “I bench press semi-trucks for therapy.” His hair was raven black and permanently tousled like he’d just walked away from an explosion—which, considering the fact he had actually walked away from an explosion that morning, tracked. His eyes were the kind of ice-blue that made AI go glitchy and interns cry.

Also, he was Tony’s bodyguard.

“I didn’t hire him,” Tony said the first time the Avengers saw Dan.

“You absolutely did,” Pepper replied, not even looking up from her tablet. “You drunkenly told Happy to ‘get me someone who looks like a Greek tragedy and hits like daddy issues.’”

And so Happy had found Dan. Or, more accurately, Dan had found Happy—by appearing in his passenger seat uninvited while Happy was getting a cheeseburger.

Dan never explained how he got there.

“Didn’t open the door. Didn’t break the lock. Just was there,” Happy muttered for the next three weeks. “I looked down to grab fries, looked up, boom. Bodyguard. Demon. Something. He just nodded and said, ‘I eat souls of cowards.’ Then asked for curly fries.”

Tony loved him instantly.

“Look at him,” Tony whispered one night, wine drunk and emotionally vulnerable. “He’s like my own personal murder puppy.”

Steve thought he was horrifying. Natasha called him “the Babadook with a gym membership.” Bruce kept trying to blood test him, but the last time he tried, Dan snapped the needle with his eyelid.

No one knew much about Dan, other than that he was the estranged heir to DALV.CO, the global tech giant run by Vlad Masters, a man whose Wikipedia page had to be locked due to repeated edits claiming he was “the literal Antichrist.”

“Why don’t you go back to your dad’s company?” Tony asked once, halfway through their fourth bottle of scotch, lounging on the penthouse balcony like rich, emotionally constipated divorcees. “You’d be the richest guy in the world.”

“I’d rather castrate myself with a melon baller,” Dan replied.

“Hot.”

Dan just grunted and stared moodily into the skyline, brooding like Batman’s taller, angrier cousin.

There were… signs that Dan wasn’t quite normal. Like the way he phased through walls when he thought no one was looking. Or the time someone tried to stab Tony during a charity gala and Dan grabbed the knife mid-thrust, crushed it into dust with his bare hand, and said, “You missed his heart. Want a second try?”

Tony had to excuse himself for five minutes and blame it on the shrimp cocktail.

Also: Dan never slept. Ever. Tony caught him once at 3 a.m., levitating midair in a meditative pose above the workshop floor, glowing faintly green and whispering what sounded like Latin but angrier.

“Cool trick,” Tony said, filming it for Instagram.

Dan’s eyes snapped open, glowed neon, and he growled, “Delete that or I’ll haunt your teeth.”

Tony deleted it. Reluctantly. But saved a copy in a secret drive labeled “hotboy_shit_DO_NOT_OPEN.”

The first time Dan met Thor, he sized him up for half a second and muttered, “Nice hair, Renaissance frat boy.”

Thor blinked. Then grinned. “I like this one.”

The first time Dan met Loki, he pinned him to the wall with one hand, sniffed once, and said, “You smell like lies and lavender. I don’t trust you.”

“I’m flattered,” Loki purred.

“I wasn’t complimenting you.”

Loki avoided him for two weeks. Claimed it was allergy season.

Dan did not talk. He growled. He glared. He loomed like a death omen in leather jackets. And still—still—every villain who tried to attack Tony ended up launched through a wall, disarmed in under two seconds, or knocked unconscious with a flick of the wrist.

“Are you sure he’s not a meta, or like, a ghost, or something?” Sam asked one day.

Tony blinked. “Ghost? That’s oddly specific.”

“I’m just saying. I saw him walk through a vending machine yesterday and pull out a pack of gum.”

“Maybe it was broken.”

“He reached in, grabbed the gum through the glass, and said, ‘I don’t pay for artificial happiness.’”

“…Okay, that’s just poetry.”

Dan, as it turned out, was a ghost. Sort of. Not the Casper kind. More like the “cursed anomaly spawned from grief and rage after a catastrophic supernatural meltdown in a parallel dimension” kind.

But he didn’t talk about that. Ever. Unless it was to threaten someone into shutting up. Which he did often.

Tony once asked if “Dan” was short for something other than Dante. Dan deadpanned and said, “Damnation.”

Tony laughed. Dan didn’t.

The Avengers all had bets on what Dan really was. Bruce thought he was a failed gamma experiment. Natasha swore he was an eldritch entity in disguise. Steve thought he was “just a really intense guy with trauma.” (Steve was wrong.)

The truth came out, as these things do, during an alien invasion. A random Tuesday. Buildings were exploding, civilians were screaming, and Tony—stupidly, heroically, idiotic as always—got cornered by a space hydra in a burning alley.

“Dan!” he shouted through comms, panicking. “I need backup! Big slimy bastard, eight mouths, hates sarcasm!”

The hydra lunged.

Then Dan exploded out of nowhere in a swirl of black and green fire, his body wreathed in spectral energy, eyes glowing like apocalypse lanterns. He opened his mouth—and screamed.

Not like a human scream. No. Like a banshee from the ninth ring of hell having a breakdown.

The hydra disintegrated. Vaporized into cosmic ash.

Dan turned to Tony, eyes still glowing, hair on fire, his voice doubled and demonic: “You okay?”

Tony, covered in alien guts and halfway to fainting, whispered, “Okay? Okay? I think I just came.”

Dan dropped him.

“Deserved.”

From then on, everything was chaos.

SHIELD tried to recruit him. He burned their files.

HYDRA tried to kidnap him. They didn’t survive the attempt.

Someone from a ghost-hunting organization named G.I.W. showed up once, claiming he was a danger to the world. Dan stared them down and said, “I’ve killed gods for fun. You think I’m scared of a man in khakis?”

They ran screaming.

Tony, of course, was obsessed.

“You’re my new favorite thing,” he declared one night, flopping dramatically onto the couch while Dan watched reruns of Iron Chef in silence. “Like, my favorite. Sorry, Pepper.”

“Don’t drag me into your kinks,” Pepper replied from the hallway.

Dan never officially moved in. But his things started appearing—a toothbrush here, a punching bag in the gym, a fridge filled with nothing but protein shakes and hot sauce. Eventually, Tony just gave him a keycard.

And maybe a second suit in case he ever wanted to try flying. Dan declined. He could already fly. Casually. Like it was no big deal.

Also: he could turn invisible. Tony found this out when he walked into his lab naked at 2 a.m. and muttered, “If there’s anyone here, speak now or forever hold your—”

“I’m here.”

Tony screamed. Dan was perched on the ceiling.

“Why are you like this?!”

“Because I hate peace.”

Eventually, the world found out. A viral video. A fight gone wrong. Dan going full phantom mode on live TV and decapitating an alien with a manhole cover.

Headlines exploded.

“Heir to DALV.CO Is a Literal Ghost.”

“Tony Stark’s Bodyguard Is an Interdimensional Specter, and Honestly, Same.”

“Dante Masters: Hot, Haunted, and Horrifying.”

Vlad Masters showed up. Tried to reclaim Dan.

Dan answered the door shirtless, covered in blood, holding a spatula. “I’m cooking pancakes. Leave before I use you as syrup.”

Tony peeked from behind him. “He means it.”

Dan shut the door in Vlad’s face.

“I hate that man,” he muttered.

Tony smiled dreamily. “I love you.”

“…Stop.”

“Nope. Too late. Suffering together forever.”

Dan groaned. But he didn’t leave.

He never did.

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Tony: What’s up?

Pepper: Oh nothing, just thought I'd come see what-

Pepper: …this room used to have four walls.

Rhodey: I told you she’d notice!

[thecoffeerat]

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