#tony stark actor

[angryandanonymous]

Idk but, I can really see Tom Ellis as Tony Stark 616/ults. Tall build, muscular, dark hair, beard/stubble. Using Lucifer as a reference, the suits he wears. His eyes are the wrong colour but I'm just pretending it's the lighting. Eh, I can see it. Biased because I decided to finish watching Lucifer? Perhaps. But here are some pictures that I think might help back up my claim.

I mean angsty businessman Tony anyone? Sometimes seen around the mansion usually looking busy/depressed/tired ⬆️

Ults? Or 616 drinking arcs? ⬇️

Deliciously tropey Stony fic? ⬆️

These images aren't mine I got them from the Tom Ellis tag on tumblr.

Edit:

Adding these that I found - not my posts but screenshots of others.

Coffee plus robes.

Red robe and looking angsty (also great ep of Lucifer imo) plus cute bangs 🥰

616/ults tony stark fancast...if he grew the beard out a bit more and wore blue contacts.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Tease me

A/N: Here we are. First entry of the Fandom free bingo! @fandom-free-bingo I mean, I said no more actor AU but look at me now! Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Actor! Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff.

Word count: 1k

Square filled: “Did I do that? I’m so sorry…” & Orgasm denial

Fandom Free Bingo Masterlist

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“We’re ready for your next change, Mr. Stark.” the assistant to the designer nodded towards the changing rooms, pulling Tony’s attention away from the monitor that displayed his last shot while the photographer laughing heartily at his quips.

You were sitting in a corner on a plush lounge chair, sipping coffee and watching the photoshoot that your boyfriend was absolutely nailing. You found it endearing how after every shot he’d run to the monitor and then glance back at you for approval, not that he needed it, the man slayed in every look that the designer had envisioned for the day.

Throwing you a wink over his shoulder, Tony trotted back into the changing rooms, leaving you to stare at his glorious butt that looked extra cute in those pants he was wearing. You had an idea pop in your mind in the morning, a naughty one that suggested you could have your sweet revenge over last night’s activities.

“You’re close, aren’t you hon?”

Tony’s honey-dripping whisper brought you back from the edge you were almost tipping on, his fingers still curled inside your throbbing heat. A whine left your lips, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes at this point. He had been edging you for what felt like hours, pushing you back to square one as you got to the brink of your orgasm. All for a silly bet, which at this point you were regretting agreeing to.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“Yes! I am close, I am so fucking close, Tony! Please!” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you needed your release, it was driving you crazy having your entire body light up with desire and carnal passion only to have it snatched away.

Clicking his tongue, Tony’s smile was evident as he kissed your neck, clearly reveling in your defeat. If only your hands weren’t tied, you thought. Removing his fingers from your slick heat, he licked them clean before untying the knot that held your hands above your head, caressing your wrists gently.

“I thought I’d have some competition, didn’t think you’d give up so soon.” he hummed, covering you with the sheets before kissing your forehead softly, adding to your frustration.

“Got an early day tomorrow, honey. You know that photoshoot? I should get my beauty sleep.”

Tony pulled you against his chest with a self-satisfying grin, wedging a leg between yours as you tried to get some friction against your pulsing clit.

“You know the rules, Y/N. If you touch yourself, I’ll know.”

“I hate you, Stark.” you grumbled, kicking his feet with yours as he wiggled his toes against your skin.

“We’ll see about that.”

The door to the changing room was shut as you approached it, knocking on it lightly, you mimicked the voice of one of the assistants stating he’d forgotten some accessory. Smirking when his head popped through, you sneaked inside the tiny room and clicked it shut.

“Can I help you with something?”

Tony raised an eyebrow up at you, gauging your intentions as your eyes roamed down his semi-naked form. This man really was every bit gorgeous as he looked in all the pictures, the fact that he knew it only added to the sex appeal. His toned chest, taut muscles and happy trail was on display and you did nothing to stop your gaze from slipping southward.

You were on a mission, afterall. It was payback time.

Placing your hands on his torso, you gave him a push until his back was against a wall, that look of surprise turning darker when he realized your intentions. Palming his clothed, soft cock, you earned a soft grunt from the man before you silenced any upcoming protests by kissing him.

“Okay, but you gotta make it quick. There’s quite a few people waiting for me outside.” Tony mumbled against your lips.

“Let them wait, I don’t care.”

“Oh? Someone’s being a brat today. Are you riled up from last night, honey?” he smirked as his cock twitched under your hand.

The audacity.

Giving him one last look, you sunk to your knees and peeled his underwear down, his half mast length staring back at you. He let out another breath he was holding as you wrapped your fingers around him, giving him a few lazy strokes before your mouth replaced it. His veiny length twitched inside your velvety mouth, standing erect as you went along with your ministrations. The salty precum made its presence known at the back of your tongue while you fondled his balls, knowing it drove him nuts every time.

It always gave you a sense of power when you had this man at your mercy. Tony was the perfect switch in bed, there were times when he had you under him, obeying his every command and getting rewarded for it and then there times when he was a complete sub, eager almost desperate for your touch.

You felt him thrust into your mouth, his hand gripping your hair firmly as his thigh muscles tensed, indicating he was getting close. That was the point you let him go, his saliva coated cock left abandoned as you stood up.

“Hey!”

You pulled his boxers back up, buttoning his pants that were tailored to perfection for his next look, smirking at the obvious tent it formed.

“Did I do that? I’m so sorry…”

Your face hadn’t the faintest trace of remorse, he knew that, it was retribution for his actions. Helping him get dressed, you stifled a giggle as you pretended to fix his hair while Tony glared at you.

“You’re not sorry, you’re just–”

“Just what? Did you just meet your match, Anthony Stark?” you laughed as he shook his head, putting on some of the accessories laid out on the table.

That he had, he knew that. There was nobody like you, you were perfect in his eyes.

Cracking the door back open, he called for his assistant, you had to crane your neck to listen to what he was saying.

“I think it would be better if we had one of the chair shots set up now? Make it happen.”

He threw you the finger behind his back while you giggled some more.

[german-garbage]

Nothing more cringe than killing off tony stark just to bring his actor back as another character.

[itsagentromanoff]

MarkRuffalo: Never a dull moment with my brother, Robert Downey Jr.

[marvelsgirl616]

Jodi Foster and Robert Downey Jr. || Variety: Actors on Actors || RDJ on if he would play Tony Stark/Iron Man again.

[cinematvns]

Blessing y’all timelines with this man.

[ladymisteria]

Robert Downey Jr. improvised arguably Tony Stark's most intense scene in Avengers: Endgame.

"I think that was one of Downey's most inspired performance moments in the movie. He very much reverts to, this is the guy who felt forsaken by his father - you can see his intimacy and trust issues in that moment when he turns on Cap. Downey performed the scene with a lot of energy. We didn't do it many times, because he was expending himself so, so much. He understood it very well." - Anthony Russo

[hayanwulf]

Hayan does prompts? Hell yeah! Expect me to come up to your window like in a drive-through.

I‘d like to order FrostIronStrange. We need more of that. Something like „Why can't we ever do normal people things for date night? Like dinner, or a movie? Why jump straight to axe throwing?!“

Aahhhh okay, I’m finally feeling well enough to, like, setup a routine for answering prompts. Hope y’all enjoy stalking my page.

I do not think this is what you expected when you gave me that prompt, but oh well, this is what the muse served..

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Tony scoffed. “Sedalia clearly doesn’t know how to have fun. He should let Egil set that moron’s wagon on fire.”

“Indeed,” Loki agreed all too gleefully, smirking as he cast a side glance at Stephen.

Stephen simply rolled his eyes and turned his focus back on the stage, watching the play.

Loki had written this original play himself, and this was New Asgard’s first ever literary and arts fest. Loki had pridefully relayed as such to Tony and Stephen when inviting them. And though the live performance theater stood under an open sky, the illusion magic was so seamless here that one would think they had truly been teleported to Vanaheim.

The two Vanir characters on-stage bore striking resemblance to two certain people Stephen knew... Egil was intelligent, a curious creature, always ready to learn new things, always trying to push everyone and his own limits with his acts. Sedalia was unmatched in healing and rune magic, always the wiser of the pair, always pulling Egil out of the holes he dug himself.

Tony had been commenting non-stop since the very beginning of the play, and Stephen didn’t think he had seen Loki this giddy since Thanos’ attack.

A smile grew on his face as he listened to Tony’s commentary. He was pretty sure that they were being annoying to the Asgardians sitting near them, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Soon, however, they were interrupted by a loud chorus of cheer from somewhere to the left of the theater.

Stephen and Tony turned to look what was happening, and found that there was an axe throwing competition not far away from the theater. Stephen was mildly annoyed; who would put that in a literary and arts fest?

Asgardians.

He shook his head and focused back on the stage; Tony did the same. Egil and Sedalia were being creepily stalked by a light elf in the dense forest.

“I’m calling it, it’s the third MC,” Tony said.

“You sound too confident about it,” Loki replied. “He could be the antagonist.”

“Nah. Pretty sure the antagonist is that big ugly guy we saw at first with the sob story of his planet dying.”

There were loud cheers again, interrupting their immersion. Stephen could feel irritation rising up in his chest. Tony turned to look again, Stephen didn’t even bother, his eyes fixed on the light elf who was sneaking closer and closer to Egil and Sedalia, building up a thrill scene. Tony then craned his neck further to their back, which made Stephen frown and turn around as well.

Some of the people were leaving the theater.

They were leaving to go to that cursed axe throwing competition.

Tony and Stephen shared a look, then glanced at Loki sitting on Tony’s other side. Loki’s eyes were on the stage, watching his characters, but they both knew he had to be knowing what was happening.

Stephen leaned down to whisper, “Their loss.”

Tony inclined his head in agreement. This play was a masterpiece, and anyone willing to leave it halfway was a fool.

Tony went back to rambling about the scene. “He’s not as good at hiding as he thinks he is. Sedalia clearly knows he’s there.”

“He is excellent at hiding,” Loki refuted. “This simply proves how adept Sedalia is at his magic and sensing his environment.”

On-stage, Egil was rambling much like Tony was right now, while Sedalia subtly put himself between Egil and the light elf, interpreting the new presence as a threat. His hands lit up with magic. Now he was outright glaring the light elf’s way, provoking him.

But the light elf did not move from his hiding spot, curiously observing the healer.

Sedalia raised his hand to cast a blast of magic, and then—

Loud applause boomed through the air a third time, it was so loud that it even drew the actors’ attention and they turned their heads towards the source, play and roles forgotten.

There, at the target zone, Thor stood bellowing in victory with both hands in the air. On the wooden target, the axe was lodged right on the bullseye.

The actors quickly remembered the roles they were supposed to be playing. Sedalia attacked the light elf, who got hit square on the chest and landed flat on his back.

All the actors froze at that.

Which meant that it was unscripted. Which meant that the light elf actor was supposed to dodge it, but failed.

Tony facepalmed, while Stephen just shook his head in pity for the poor performers. Loki, though..

Loki looked to be at the precipice of losing his patience, face carefully kept neutral, but eyes radiating fury.

“Forgive me,” Loki spoke, suddenly getting up from his seat, and turned to them. “I’ll return shortly.” And with that he strode away in quick steps.

Both of them called out to Loki, but their calls were not acknowledged. They turned to each other.

“What are the odds that someone will be murdered tonight?” Tony asked.

“I’d say pretty high,” Stephen replied.

They both got up in unison and ran after Loki.

It was fair bit of struggle to wade through the crowd of Asgardians now gathered around the target zone, watching and cheering. Eventually Stephen got annoyed enough that he started to fling people out of their way with magic. Tony watched him with amusement. Stephen didn’t feel bad in the least; besides they were Asgardians, they could take a bit of being flung around.

Arriving at the heart of the target zone which was empty but for a few people — a stark contrast to the large circle of Asgardians completely surrounding its boundaries — they saw Loki standing aligned to a target. Thor stood off on a side, a somewhat sheepish look on his face, as he observed Loki. Oh yeah, Thor was definitely the culprit responsible for this competition.

A man came to Loki, handing him a large axe. Loki held it, scrutinized it, then promptly tossed it away towards the sky without looking. The axe landed somewhere behind the crowd, destroying something by the sound of it. Stephen hoped no one got hurt, but there were no shouts of pain, so it was likely okay.

Loki summoned one of his blades in a hand. He let his magic flow through it, tendrils of brilliant green snaking around the blade. His weapon transformed, the hilt growing longer, the blade splitting to two that both grew out into two large, heavy, symmetrical wings. Loki’s axe looked magnificent and perfectly balanced in his grip.

He positioned himself a distance away from the target, but wait.. there was more magic. Stephen squinted, trying to guess what, exactly, was Loki aiming for here.

Hopefully not his brother.

Loki swung his axe with an impossible amount of power. It flew into the target and shattered it into pieces, but didn’t stop there. It continued, destroying the protective barrier behind it, then the backup barrier behind that, and finally crashed into a stall of weapons before its momentum died. Stephen thought he saw broken pieces of several axes scatter all over the ground from the impact.

For a moment, all of New Asgard seemed to fall in utter silence.

Then everyone cheered deafeningly loud for Loki.

(And if Stephen knew of Loki’s foul play with magic, he didn’t point it out.)

His shoulder were slightly shaking with restrained laughter as Loki haughtily made it back towards them, while Tony had that smug smile on his face that spoke ‘Good job!’

“Ah yes, axe throwing,” Tony said dryly, “How romantic. Why didn’t I think of that first?”

“Clearly your genius doesn’t extend—”

“Loki!”

The trio turned in unison to where Thor stood by the (now destroyed) stall of weapons, holding an axe which was no longer an axe; both its wings had fallen off.

“You’ve destroyed all the axes!” Thor shouted over the cheer of the crowd.

“Whaaaat? I can’t hear you!” Loki yelled back, then quickly turned to them. “It seems the play is getting postponed, how do you feel about something else for date night?”

“How about some axe throwing?” Stephen snarked.

Loki turned to see Thor rapidly approaching their group, then turned back to them and grabbed each of their arms. “Beloved, your portals could be really useful right about now.”

“Hey hey, what’s the rush?” Tony said with barely restrained laughter. “I want my turn at this now.”

“Yeah, Loki, even the Cloak wants to try.”

“Loki!” Thor was almost here.

Loki looked back at his brother once, then focused back on his partners and let his magic flow through them, preparing to teleport all three of them together. Stephen finally took pity and opened a portal under their feet, dropping them in their personal quarters in the Compound and closing it after. The last thing they saw through was Thor’s raged expression.

Tony burst out in laughter.

Loki just scowled at Stephen for a moment, feigning betrayal. The Cloak reached up for Loki with a corner and patted his cheek. Loki swatted them away in offense.

“Can we ever, for once, have a normal date night?” Tony asked, half his body lying flat on their bed when he was done with his laughing fit.

“At least this was entertaining,” Stephen commented, sitting next to him as the Cloak flew off his shoulder. “And there were no villains interrupting us.”

“I don’t know, pretty sure Thor easily qualifies for that role here.”

Stephen considered it, then agreed. “Okay, he does.”

“And he got served justice.”

Stephen snorted.

Loki was slowly pacing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a scowl on his face. He spoke nothing.

“Oh come on here pouty face,” Tony beckoned him.

“I’m not pouting,” Loki said, clearly pouting.

Tony and Stephen shared a look.

He’s a total drama queen.

Yes, he is.

They both got up and took an arm of Loki each, dragging him towards the bed.

“Y’know, we still have some other, very exciting activities for date night,” Tony whispered seductively, making Loki sit down on the bed. “Isn’t that right, Sedalia?”

“Yes, Egil,” Stephen agreed, snapping his fingers. All the windows of their room turned opaque. “And no one will be around to interrupt us for it.”

Loki huffed, his previous bad mood disappearing but still trying to be difficult about it. “Fine, only because I want to stop thinking about that oaf that sabotaged my play.”

“Oh, that’s very easy, babe,” Tony said, pushing Loki down on bed, and Stephen added, “By the time we’re done, you won’t be thinking at all.”

[strawberrybyers]

marvel drives me crazy with hiring some of the same actors to play different characters but i love rdj so much that i’ll let him playing dr. doom slide.

i kind of get why he was chosen as dr.doom as dr. doom takes on the identity of iron man for a period of time, but like dr. doom isn’t tony stark. i mean idk how they’ll play it out in the mcu and i know they like all the alternate universe stuff so maybe they may play a “tony stark becomes dr. doom in another reality” card. but what would’ve been better than all of this is if they just didn’t fucking kill tony stark to begin with!!

[daddytonysgirl17]

Tony, I love you ❤️

[fuck-kirk]

I think I’ve finally figured out where my obsession with Con is stemming….obviously I think he’s sexy hot and would do unspeakable things to him yada yada yada…..but honestly…..I think he gives me the most intense gender envy EVER like …….

[thena0315]

It's Iron Man / Doctor Doom with Invisible Woman!!

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Minor Inconvenience

A/N: Hello Stark Squad! Trying something new here, an actor AU with our beloved Mr. Stark. Because I had a request for ‘sharing a bed’ prompt in my ask box a million years ago, here it is! Hope you enjoy it :)

Pairing: Actor! Tony Stark x Actor! Reader

Warnings: Almost smut, fluff.

Word count: 2.2k

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“And cut!” the director yelled, letting out a sigh of relief and thanking the crew before turning to his lead actors.

“That was amazing, Y/N and Tony. Rest up. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.” he gave you two a thumbs up, and a green signal to break out of character for the day.

You didn’t realize you were holding in a breath until you let it out, all thanks to your co-star Anthony Edward Stark. The feelings you had developed for the man during the schedule of your film weren’t going anywhere, and there was nothing you could do about it.

It is just a crush! It’ll pass. That’s what you kept repeating in your mind on loop. Justifying it by blaming the story you two were a part of.

The film was about your characters falling in love in times of uncertainty and your love being tried and tested over the course of the journey. It was so beautifully written, the writer being one of your closest friends, and the director being a legend in this genre, you were beyond ecstatic to be a part of the project.

And then there was Tony.

The actor loved by millions, the superstar who had the world at his feet. Being in his presence felt like being swept up in a storm, there was flurry all around, but the eye of the storm was him. And you could say you were officially in the whirlwind.

Tony had an aura about him, he definitely was every bit the superstar they made him out to be. His presence was commanding, magnetic and nobody could look away. And he romanced the camera like nobody’s business. You were definitely a fan and every interaction with him had you turn into a giggling schoolgirl.

Over the span of your shoot, you got to know the man a little better, he had been courteous, warm and inviting. And now you knew him well enough to be invited to the legendary lunches that he hosted with great music, good food and amazing company. The man knew how to show people a good time.

You often wondered if that ‘good time’ was applicable in other areas as well…

Those were just some of the thoughts you had to mentally shake yourself out of.

“It was a good day, wouldn’t you agree Y/N?” Tony offered you a kind smile, frowning watching you a little dazed.

“Huh? I’m sorry I-I wasn’t..” you stared at your fingers, mentally cursing yourself for zoning out again. This happened enough times for it to be embarrassing now.

“Paying attention, yeah I got that. You okay?” he seemed genuinely concerned, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, not helping your situation as you felt a thrill rush through your body.

For fuck’s sake, Y/N! He has touched you before, hell, you had hugged the man several times. And now there was a major scene you had to perform tomorrow. One where you kiss Tony, well, your character kisses his character.

“Mmmhmm super! I uh, I guess I’m just tired. Today was brilliant, you were brilliant, as always! I mean you are brilliant!” you chuckled, hoping your nervousness wouldn’t show. The smirk he hid behind his handsome features said otherwise though.

“You sure you didn’t sneak in a weed gummy earlier or something?” Tony said in jest, your eyes going wide in reaction simply amused him.

He secretly enjoyed watching you all flustered. It was endearing.

“Did they fix the plumbing in your room?”

“Oh no, they haven’t. And I can’t stay at my friends’ room tonight, she’s got a hot date that she is confident she’d fuc–um, sleep with tonight.” you managed to correct yourself terribly, placing a stray lock behind your ear as you two walked towards your cars.

That was the thing. The hotel you were staying at had been modest given the remote location, it wasn’t a big production and you were quite comfortable with it. Two days ago, you had woken up to a pipe bursting in your bathroom and your room flooding in a matter of minutes. You had to bunk up with the one person who didn’t mind sharing given that the hotel had been fully booked.

Tonight you were out of options, there was no hotel in sight for miles and no empty rooms were available.

“What are you gonna do?” he asked, opening the card door for you, making you realize you had to think of your options pronto.

“I guess I could look for another hotel but there isn’t one that’s so close to set. I am screwed.” you sighed, closing your eyes as the back of your head hit the backrest of your car.

Tony motioned you to roll down the window as he shut the door for you, leaning against it casually as he spoke, adding much to the fluttering of your heart.

“You could stay with me.”

“What?”

“For tonight. We can share the room, if you’d like.” he offered, his big brown eyes looking at you full of hope.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude, Tony. I’m sure you’ve got plans.” you didn’t want to be a bother, especially not with your situation. No matter how many excitable flips your insides did, you had to be a professional.

“I sure have plans. I plan on spending this lovely evening cracking open a bottle of whiskey that is said to taste better with some company. What do you say, Y/N?”

He made you laugh, hell, he made you feel like a teenager with raging hormones. You would hate to make those pretty brown orbs sad, so you agreed.

“Okay. Thank you, Tony. Really.”

He merely brushed it off, tapping the car twice before heading to his.

“And no you’re not sleeping on the couch!” he called out, almost sensing your thoughts, making you giggle yet again.

…

The keycard bleeped before Tony held the door open for you, watching you intently as you dragged your suitcase inside.

His room was definitely the best one you’d seen amongst all. Of course, it was him. He would be given the best suite the hotel had to offer.

It offered through their floor to ceiling windows the most amazing views of the meadows that surrounded, the pine trees lining the beautiful landscape topped off with the most stunning sunset.

“It is quite something, isn’t it?” Tony murmured, smiling at the way your body had naturally dragged you towards the windows.

“Stunning. I love outdoor shoots for this very reason. It’s sunsets, nature and all the things you wouldn’t normally experience back home.” You let out a soft sigh, placing a hand against the glass as the skies dramatically changed colors.

It took everything in Tony’s might to not walk up to you that very moment, push your hair aside and kiss your neck. And it would be a lie to say that he hadn’t thought about doing it before.

“I’m gonna take a shower, if you don’t mind?” You asked timidly, making Tony realize you were now facing him.

“Sure. I’ll join you.” He blurted out without thinking, shaking his head and scratching the back of his head nervously.

“I mean, please go ahead. I will take one when you’re done.” He muttered, missing the blush that had crept up on your cheeks at his earlier statement.

…

The shower was relaxing, hot water cascading down your back worked out all the knots and kinks while your mind was preoccupied with what Tony had said earlier.

I’ll join you.

Was there a tiniest chance he felt the same way about you? The Tony Stark crushing on his co-star who also happened to crush hard on him? It was ridiculous to even think about but the part of you that often had you day-dreaming about him encouraged you to believe in the possibility.

Tony jumped up from his seat as he heard the door unlock, gulping as you walked out in a fluffy robe, drying your hair, smelling heavenly. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he brushed past you to head to the bathroom, inhaling your scent inevitably. It made his cock stir as you passed him, giving him a shy smile.

“Feel free to open the bottle of whiskey, it’s right there. I won’t be too long.” he nodded at the expensive looking bottle on the small table they had in his room. It looked like it was sent from a fan, a female one that was too complete with a handwritten note and a not-so-subtle imprint of red lips.

“Oh and I ordered some fries. I remember you saying you loved them.”

Could this man be more perfect?

You did mention your undying love for fries at one of his parties but you never thought he’d remember.

“Thank you, Tony. You’re really going out of your way to impress me.” you blurted out, biting your bottom lip to stop the grin that formed.

“Hey as long as it’s working!” he chuckled, sending you a wink before disappearing in the bathroom. You were screaming internally at this point.

The evening was definitely going to be interesting.

…

You spent some time checking your phone before hearing the water turn off, your heart doing a little flip as Tony’s head peeped out from the door, calling your name.

“Could you be a dear and pass me a towel?”

Handing him a towel, you couldn’t help but let your eyes feast on his physique that was now glistening and was tantalizingly on display, making you wish he’d push the door just a little further. He had arms to die for and a toned chest that made you weak in the knees, his happy trail inviting you to explore a little lower, until Tony cleared his throat.

“I mean I could’ve walked out naked if I knew you’d enjoy the show.” he smirked, giving the towel you held in your hands a firm tug, pulling you forward. Your cheeks felt hot as you let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head.

“Maybe I needed to join you.” you felt bolder now, letting go of the towel and mirroring his smirk.

You figured it was now or never.

Pouring both your drinks, you waited for the man to join you, doing your best to get your erratic heartbeat to calm down.

Conversation flowed easily between the two of you as it always did, reminiscing about the first time you met, how you got into acting and landing this role. You even admitted to breaking into an embarrassing dance with your team the moment they confirmed you had been signed on for this film.

It was way past midnight by the time either of you bothered to glance at a clock.

“Jeez! Is that the time? I’m afraid we must get our beauty sleep as much as we can, big day tomorrow.” he placed both your glasses on the nightstand, chuckling as you both let out a sigh in tandem.

You’d changed into your sleep shorts and a large t-shirt that you had hoped nobody saw you in, thanks to the unforeseen situation, Tony now knew you slept in t-shirts with cheesy quotes on them.

“Tony, are you sure about this, I mean I’m tiny I can manage on the couch.” You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear as you watched him fluff the pillows.

“Look, if anything, it should be me offering to sleep on the couch but I’m gonna be selfish tonight.” he murmured, his voice soft.

“What do you mean?” your own voice barely over a whisper at the close proximity of him as he extended his hand for you from across the bed.

Maybe it was the whiskey that sat warm and fuzzy in your bellies or just the fact that there was something you both felt in the moment. An unsaid chemistry, tension you could cut with a knife.

The bed dipped under your weights as you got on your knees, still clasping Tony’s hand as you got closer, breathing each other in.

His scent was intoxicating to you, his eyes criminally brown as they bore into you, making you lose yourself in their depths.

“Well, I’ve been told, you’ve never kissed anyone on screen yet. Is that right?” he asked softly, bringing his other hand to brush your hair out the way gently to cup your face.

You managed a nod, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes momentarily. It was true. You had been in several films before however somehow there wasn’t any that had required you to kiss a costar. That added to the fact that your big on-screen kiss would now be with this gorgeous man who was right before you.

“We’ve got something here, Y/N. Something electric, palpable. See how our bodies react to each other?” his lips were now inches away from your ear, a smile adorning his features as his words sent a shiver down your spine, proving his point.

“And what are we gonna do about it?” you breathed, pressing your hand against his chest, noting how his heart beat against your palms and his very obvious boner that wasn’t hidden anymore.

Definitely not a one-sided crush. He wanted you, and you wanted him.

“I think we’re gonna go off-script. A lot. And not just on set.”

The gif is simply because I LOVE IT. What do we think?

[airlocksandaviaries]

would Tom Cruise be a good Tony Stark

Well damn, Anii. You've asked me The Question. Right to the chase. And you didn't even buy me dinner first.

To put it bluntly, no. This is no criticism to TC's acting chops of course, the thing just is, Tony Stark is an incredibly, extremely, tremendously difficult character to play.

The reason being, Tony Stark can VERY EASILY become an unlikeable, hard to empathize with character. (It's the point of why he was created - look it up, it's fascinating. He was an experiment meant to make an unlikeable character likeable). This is mostly due to his cocky outer persona. There's an inner kindness and empathy to him that's VITAL to his character. And if the audience can't see that in him, they won't be able to connect with him.

RDJ is so perfect for the role because he is so similar to Tony Stark in so many ways. He had a redemption story that mirrored the character's, so he was able to empathize. He also operates in a very similar way to Tony. He's very charismatic and sharp, but he's genuinely a kind human being.

It's much easier to play a character that's very similar to who you are as a person. So for a character that's as hard to play as Tony Stark, it fits to cast someone who has had a similar experience.

I don't doubt Tom Cruise's ability to look inside a character and give them a heart and an inner life separate from the outer persona, and make them 3 dimensional, as we've seen him do this before.

I just think that because Tom Cruise is Tom Cruise, we would watch Tony Stark (played by TC), and it would be very difficult to look past his outer persona and see that inner kindness shining underneath.

Also, RDJ is the only person in the world who can play Anthony Edward Stark aside from me. Hope this helps <33

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Happy 58th Birthday Robert Downey Jr. (April 4, 1965)

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“I’d like to thank my terrible childhood, and the Academy, in that order. I’d like to thank my veterinarian, I meant, wife, Susan Downey. She found me a snarling rescue pet, and loved me back to life.”

— Robert Downey Jr’s Acceptance Speech ❤️