#tony stark headcanon

[selene-borealis]

It’s not known at first by anybody except for his close friend group (Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy), his AIs, and of course his parents and the original Jarvis, but Tony does in fact have to wear glasses.

Howard made him wear contacts as soon as he was old enough to do so, and Tony got used to wearing them all the time. But he does own a pair of glasses that he uses in private, because secretly he prefers them more. He’ll wear them in the lab and in the safety of his own home...although he’s always quick to pull them off when others come around, including the other Avengers, even when he doesn’t have the time to put on contact lenses or any contact lenses handy.

Cue some moments where Tony trips over something obvious or over his own feet because he’s as blind as a bat without his glasses/lenses, pouring too little or too much coffee into his mug, and other sorts of activities which just contribute in everyone else’s eyes to his oddball, eccentric nature. Until they find out he needs glasses and they’re just like: “You really wanted to not see while we were around instead of revealing that you need glasses?”

And to Tony, the answer is: “Yes” Because ofc to, Mr. I Don’t Like Showing Weakness™ Tony Stark, that is the only answer.

[burymeinariver]

Tony Being Sick

Because of the Arc Reactor, Tony's lung capacity is a lot smaller than it should be, making even common colds dangerous for him

When Tony gets sick, Bucky takes over and cares for him because sick Tony reminds him of pre-serum Steve

Tony has to go down to medical any time he feels remotely sick because if not, he could potentially die. Pneumonia and the Flu are especially bad.

Tony feels weak when he's sick. Not just physically, though that is true, but mentally. He feels weak because no one else has to worry about dying when they catch a cold and the others can still go on missions while he's confined to a bed in medical because some bastards thought it would be good to fill his chest with metal

Steve helps with this sometimes and he'll share stories about him trying to get into the military without the serum

Rhodey will call as often as possible when Tony is sick so he isn't lonely and then once paralyzed, will stay and sleep down in medical to keep Tony company

[atley01]

Tony Stark has calloused hands. Theyre rough to the touch, but maintain a level of precision and gentleness despite the calluses from constantly working.

How, even in a well-tailored suit, at the most lavish party, advertising himself as the pinnacle of success and wealth, his hands are calloused and covered in scars.

I feel like there's a metahpor in there somewhere.

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

Dating Tony Stark Headcanons

He's a menace. Literally. He's forgetful and negligent to everyone and everything else. But in your case, he's the exact opposite.

He's always on time, never forgets any of your dates, remembers your birthday and gets you something nice every year.

This is just the beginning.

You're extremely precious to him because you finally agreed to date him after many rejections. You were afraid to get your heart broken because of his playboy image but agreed to be his girlfriend eventually.

You liked Tony, you really did but you didn't want your heart broken. So at the beginning of the relationship, you told yourself to not expect anything much from him.

But he disappointed you. In the best way possible.

He showered you with gifts, and more importantly, time. He loved being in his lab, but he always made sure to reserve some time in his day to spend with you.

Sometimes, when he doesn't know what to give you, he buys you a bunch of expensive stuff. When you see all of those gifts, you almost faint because no way in hell someone bought something that expensive for you.

Women are jealous of you because of your relationship with Tony. You get hate mail, and rude messages and have a hard time making new friends.

You could care less. You love Tony and don't want toxic people around you anyway.

He may seem like a shallow and self-centred person, he is plenty self-centred, but he's not shallow. He has tons of files on you (with your consent, of course) and he loves to know more about you so that he can make you happier.

He's always scared of losing you.

You don't know this, but he has an Iron Man suit made for you for your safety and plans to give it to you on a special occasion.

Tony's not the perfect boyfriend, he knows that too. But he'll do the best he can for you because you're his beloved girlfriend, the one person who's irreplaceable in his life.

Masterlist

[agentalysswolf]

Here are the FACTS baybeee: Tony Stark is MANY many things. He has OCD (esp morality scrupulously ocd among others) anxiety, PTSD, ADHD, trauma, substance abuse, suicidal ideation, homicidal ideation, self harm tendencies, genius level intellect, a MASSIVE heart/ability to feel things in extremes, inferiority complex, bipolar, Aannndd anxiety attacks. THIS. MAN. IS. FUCKING. DEALING WITH SOO MUCH AND STILL MANAGES TO SAVE THE FUCKING WORLD OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! He is human. He is the truth about the complexity and resilience of the human heart. He is the god of self improvement. No superpowers, and yet he chooses to fight tooth and nail for what he believes in. He's constantly growing and changing. He's a born leader; stubborn and unwavering. He's flashy, charismatic, has a killer-unique personality. He's sarcastic, charming, bullheaded, self deprecating, egomaniacal, insecure.... and most of all loving. A protector working on upgrading to the best version of himself--not only for himself but for his loved ones, friends, and the world!!

I WILL FIGHT FOR TONY STARK FOREVER AND 3000

[larcenywrites]

How do you think the first time young!Tony eats you out would be like? Specially if it's like the first time ever he's eating pussy 🥴 like, what would he do/how would he eat you out, what would be his thoughts during the whole thing, is he gonna cum just from that, does he want to just keep going and going and make you cum a dozen times just with his tongue and fingers?

It turned into a little more than I thought it would, buuuuut 😘

It’s a bit silly at first.

“You can’t make fun of me,” Tony suddeny speaks up, interrupting his own trailing kisses that ended a tad frustratingly above your panties.

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your head to stare at him in confusion. And a little worried you’d made him insecure somehow. His slightly parted lips closed tightly, nervously. Before you could voice any concern, he answered your question, and quietly. “I’ve never done this before.”

You kept your eyes on him, probably now a little surprised. Tony wasn’t exactly innocent, and this definitely wasn’t your first sexual encounter with him, but surely he’d had some experience with it at some point, right?

“Never?” You finally asked, matching his quiet tone. He shook his head a little.

You smiled, perhaps a little mischievously, and reached out to affectionately play with his hair. “Do you need any help?”

“No,” he answered quickly, eyes pouting. “I’ve seen porn,” he continued matter of factly, already pulling at the thin material clothing your waist.” “And I’ve thought about how to do it,” he sassed, glancing back up at you as he began to pull your underwear down. You didn’t get to see his loving smile when you fell back onto your pillow with a laugh. “What? You’ve seen me lick icing off of a cupcake.”

He did love to make you laugh, but right now he’d rather hear your moans.

He’s eager, but doesn’t want to disappoint.

He wasn’t new to tossing your panties to the floor, nor was he unfamiliar with the sight of your pretty pussy. But he hesitated, instead placing a long kiss to the side of your knee to play it off. He’d been so confident in the way his wet kisses had trailed down your body with an obvious purpose, but now that he was here, he worried that maybe he didn’t quite know what to do after all. To keep up the facade, Tony dragged his kiss into your thigh. You can probably tell he’s a little nervous and stalling for time, but as soon as your meant-to-be-soothing-and-reassuring touch scratches over his scalp, he quickly snaps out of it and gently dives straight into your pussy. He doesn’t need any help. His lips know where he usually puts his fingers, and to test the waters he tries to copy them, using his kiss to play with your nub. But it’s when his flattened tongue laps down to your dampened entrance and flicks up your clit that he feels your grip tighten in his hair and your legs twitch around his head. His mind nearly blanks from your warmth and smell enveloping him, making him only want to nuzzle in more, and your taste making his mouth water and only wanting to explore.

Luckily, he’s always been a quick learner.

His excitement has his heart beating and dick throbbing. He always pays attention to what he does right… so he does it again, slowly, dragging over your twitching clit, smiling when he gets another similar response. His confidence is back, in the form of his tongue swirling and massaging your well-wet hole, and in a moan when the nudging bridge of his nose against your sensitive nub is replaced by the suckling of his lips tongue. His own pleasure from pleasing motivates him.

When you cum, so does he.

He’s instinctively grinding himself against the mattress with the sting of your nails and the moans from your throat. He’s familiar with what the tightening of your legs around him means, but this time they’re closing around his head, pushing him into your pussy. His grip on your thighs only grips harder, as if to keep you there. It has him moaning, hot breath and vibrating voice enough to finally push you over the edge, and thankfully he doesn’t stop the pace of his tongue and lets you ride it out, holding onto you shaky legs and all. Shamelessly he humps the bed, wanting to desperately to cum with you and frustratingly hard. He excitedly leaves your clit alone just a tad too soon to instead get a taste of the dew pooling out of you. He’s tasted you from his fingers before, but this is different. He practically licks you out, taking it straight from the source and close to making you come again just from the slurping sound he makes when he exits to clean up his mess a little better. His back arches with the tingles your nails on the back of his neck sends down his spine, and his string of panted moans between sloppy kisses through your folds and bruising fingertips digging into your thighs lets you know he’s finally spilling in his jeans. But even as he’s still thrusting a few more times against the bed to finish himself off, he’s already starting over his softly-starting assault, both of you now overstimulated but beyond turned on from your new game, but not before coming up for a wet kiss, not even giving himself time to catch his breath.

[smollkittykat]

people who headcanon Tony as autistic 🤝 people who headcanon Tony as ADHD

[mbruben-stein]

Helloooo, im pretty sure your requests are open right now, so can I request Hc for Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers (if you want you can also do T'Challa) where they are the Parent figures of the youngest avenger? (if you do T'Challa I'd rather go for a brother figure for him) so just platonic fluff if you do that :33 (Idm if it's Fem or Gender neutral) Also dw if you dont write this, have a great day/night <33

Marvel Avengers characters as Parental Father/Mother/Brother figure to the youngest Avenger of the team.

Tony Stark

Tony may come off as a bit of a playboy and a rebel, but deep down, he has a heart of gold. Especially when it comes to the youngest member of the Avengers, s/o. Tony sees s/o as a protege, someone who can learn from his own experiences and mistakes. He takes s/o under his wing, offering guidance, support, and a shoulder to lean on.

As a father figure, Tony is fiercely protective of s/o, always looking out for their well-being and safety. He imparts valuable life lessons, teaching s/o about responsibility, courage, and the importance of using their powers for good. Tony encourages s/o to embrace their uniqueness and to never be afraid to stand up for what they believe in.

Despite his busy schedule and the demands of being a superhero, Tony always makes time for s/o. He listens to their concerns, offers advice, and shares in their triumphs and struggles. Whether it's helping s/o with their training, building new gadgets together, or simply spending quality time bonding, Tony cherishes every moment he gets to spend with s/o.

Through his actions and words, Tony shows s/o that they are valued, loved, and supported. He may not always express his emotions openly, but his actions speak louder than words. Tony Stark may be a billionaire, a genius, and a superhero, but above all, he is a father figure who will always be there for s/o, no matter what challenges they may face.

Clint Barton

Clint took on the role of a father figure to s/o, the youngest member of the Avengers, with a sense of responsibility and care that mirrored his own role as a father to his children. Despite being a skilled and experienced operative, Barton approached s/o with patience, understanding, and a willingness to guide and mentor them in their journey as a superhero. He shared his knowledge, skills, and experiences with s/o, helping them to navigate the challenges and responsibilities that came with being a member of the Avengers.

Barton's fatherly instincts kicked in as he looked out for s/o's well-being, offering them advice, support, and encouragement when needed. He made sure s/o felt included, valued, and supported within the team, creating a sense of family and belonging for them. Barton's protective nature extended to s/o, as he prioritized their safety and ensured they were prepared for any dangerous situations they might face.

Despite the weight of his own personal losses and struggles, Barton found solace in being a positive influence and role model for s/o, imparting important life lessons and values that went beyond just being a superhero. He showed s/o what it meant to be brave, compassionate, and selfless, leading by example and instilling in them a sense of integrity and purpose.

Through their bond, Barton and s/o forged a special connection built on trust, respect, and mutual support. Barton's unwavering dedication to s/o's growth and well-being reflected his deep sense of care and love, making him not just a mentor, but a true father figure in s/o's life.

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff was like a mother figure to s/o, the youngest member of the Avengers team. Despite her tough exterior and secretive nature, Natasha had a soft spot for s/o and took them under her wing. She always made sure s/o was safe and looked out for them like a protective mother would.

Natasha would often spend time with s/o, teaching them self-defense techniques and sharing stories of her past missions. She would listen to s/o's problems and offer guidance and support, just like a mother would do for their child. Natasha's caring and nurturing nature shone through when she was with s/o, making them feel loved and valued.

S/o looked up to Natasha and admired her strength and courage. They felt safe and secure in Natasha's presence, knowing that she would always have their back no matter what. Natasha's maternal instincts kicked in whenever s/o was in danger, and she would do everything in her power to protect and defend them.

Natasha's bond with s/o was special and unique, like that of a mother and child. She may not have had children of her own, but she treated s/o with the same love and care that a mother would give to her own child. S/o was grateful to have Natasha in their life, knowing that they had a fierce and loyal protector in her.

Overall, Natasha Romanoff's motherly instincts towards s/o made them feel cherished and loved, like a true member of her family. She may have been known as the Black Widow, but to s/o, she was a nurturing and loving mother figure who would always be there for them.

Steve Rogers

Steve is a natural leader and protector, always looking out for those around him. When s/o, the youngest member of the Avengers, first joined the group, they were nervous and overwhelmed by the responsibility that came with being a superhero. Steve immediately took them under his wing, offering guidance, support, and encouragement every step of the way.

As s/o's father figure, Steve is always there to listen, offer advice, and provide a sense of stability and security in the chaotic world of superheroes. He teaches s/o the importance of standing up for what is right, being courageous in the face of danger, and always putting others before themselves. Steve's unwavering moral compass and selfless nature serve as a shining example for s/o to follow.

Despite his own struggles and losses, Steve never hesitates to show s/o love and affection, making sure they know they are valued and cared for. He is a source of strength and inspiration for s/o, helping them grow and develop into a confident and capable hero.

Through their shared adventures and challenges, Steve and s/o form a deep bond that goes beyond mentorship. They become family, with Steve always looking out for s/o's well-being and happiness. As s/o grows and matures, they know they can always count on Steve to be there for them, guiding them with wisdom and compassion.

In the end, Steve Rogers is not just a superhero, but a loving and supportive father figure to s/o, helping them navigate the complexities of the superhero world with grace and courage.

T'Challa

T'Challa was like a brother figure to s/o, the youngest member of the avengers. Despite his regal and serious demeanor, T'Challa always made sure to look out for s/o and offer guidance whenever needed. He would often check in on s/o to see how they were doing and offer words of encouragement and wisdom.

Whenever s/o was feeling unsure or overwhelmed, T'Challa was there to lend a listening ear and provide reassurance. He would remind s/o of their strengths and capabilities, boosting their confidence and helping them to believe in themselves.

T'Challa also took on the role of a mentor to s/o, teaching them valuable lessons about leadership, responsibility, and the importance of standing up for what is right. He would share stories from his own experiences and offer advice on how to navigate difficult situations.

Despite his busy schedule as king of Wakanda, T'Challa always made time for s/o, whether it was to train together, have heart-to-heart conversations, or simply spend time bonding as friends. His presence was a source of comfort and stability for s/o, knowing that they had someone as wise and caring as T'Challa by their side.

Overall, T'Challa's brotherly relationship with s/o was one built on trust, respect, and mutual support. He was not just a king or a hero, but a true friend and ally who s/o could always rely on in times of need.

[schrijverr]

Tiny, small, short Tony, not much more to add to that, I just think it’s funny to make Tony a little smaller than the rest, especially since he is surrounded by giants. Like he’s just average, maybe an inch below it. He’s not that short, everyone is just tall and he is boiling.

Maybe make it a social media fic with people posting pictures of Tony next to the others and him just so mad or fully embracing it and using it to get out of chores he doesn’t want to do that truly have nothing to do with height, but by god will Tony argue they are.

[distracted-milkshake]

Tony Stark A-Z Cuddling Headcanons:

Warnings: mentions of sex adjacent things (aftercare), literally nothing else

A. Apart. If they really like cuddling, how do they feel when the can't? Do they substitute pillows? He doesn’t like to admit it, but he gets used to it and feels deprived to the point of having trouble falling asleep when he can’t. He gets fidgety, but won’t bring himself to make do with pillows or anything else, that’s not what does it for him

B. Breathing. Does their breathing slow down, speed up or stay the same when they're really close to someone else? It slows down noticeably, something that’s been difficult to get into with him is how no matter what’s happening, he’s always just that bit stressed. It’s more evident when he’s actual able to relax, just how tense and controlled he usually is looks like a different person in comparison

C. Contact. Is skin-to-skin uncomfortable for them? To start? Oh yeah. Any skin on skin that wasn’t sexual just felt off, but after some time he started wanting to be able to feel your bare arms, chest or back against him

D. Daytime. Morning, evening, midday or night, when do they prefer and when do they cuddle better? He cuddles best in the evenings, after everything else has been officially put aside for bed

E. Efficiency. Are they utilitarian about it? Do they have to be able to get something done while cuddling or can they get completely lost in it? He needs it to manage to take his mind off everything for even a minute, it’s one of few things he can convince himself is more about you than him, and therefore not a waste of time to not be getting anything else done in the meanwhile. Doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried

F. Frequency. How often do they like to cuddle? If he could, it would be for hours every other day and twice on Sundays. He absolutely refuses to beg or even ask more than once a week, however, so he makes do with just every now and then

G. Generally. Are they more of an active snuggler or a passive holder? Are they delicate and slow or more rough and nuzzly? Fully on the fucking little spoon Tony, you cannot tell me this man has the emotional wherewithal to give much more than a stiff hug. He needs to be held to even realize he wants it

H. Height. Do they prefer to be above or below or right at their partner's eye level? Below, he likes to be able to bury his face against you and feel your heartbeat

I. Irritated. Does it come naturally? Are they upset they aren't good at it? Is there anything that really annoys them? It’s always gotta end, whether it’s work or calls or just plain discomfort, he can’t just rest with you forever and sometimes he really, really wants to

J. Jittering. How good are they at holding still and not elbowing/kneeing their partner? Once he gets into it he’s pretty good about that, but before getting settled he can be unbearable

K. Kissing. Is cuddling inherently romantic for them? The question sort of lacks application. You’re inherently the romance of his life, and he thinks of you that way, but you’re also his best friend, so split the difference? Cuddling is an expression of love for you, in all the ways he feels it

L. Location. Pretty self explanatory; couch, bed, grass, bench, floor, etc... Where's the snuggling getting down at? Literally anywhere, if you’ve got a minute, and he’s tired, or drunk, or down, he will cuddle up to you without any preamble, with or without reciprocation

M. Meaning. What does cuddling mean to them, like, does it make them feel loved? Is it a reminder of relationships past in a good or bad way? He’s never really been close in that way to anyone, so it feels very special to share it with you

N. Nest. Are they That Person™ who likes to make a whole piling pallet of pillows and blankets and plushies that uses every soft object within a quarter-mile radius? Nope! Not the nesting, but the nestling type, your the best pillow in the whole world as far as he’s concerned, and he would gladly nap on concrete if you were next to him

O. Opinion. Do they even like cuddling? Are they open to it? Would they prefer to show affection some other way? He loves it. It’s easier than talking, and it shows he loves you without having to get into anything all that difficult

P. Positions. (First person to make a sex joke gets it) This article is incredibly helpful. He really likes to face you. Anything with him on your chest, lap, or in your arms is ideal

Q. Questions. Do they feel like talking in ways they otherwise wouldn't when cuddling? Does it help them open up? Depending on the context, it absolutely can help him get to deeper feelings express himself in less extravagant and more meaningful ways

R. Response. If they haven't cuddled with their partner at all before, how do they react when first asked? He was by no means against it, it just felt like a weird, kind of juvenile thing to him, especially outside of the context of aftercare or falling asleep

S. Spooning. You knew it was coming. Who's the big/little spoon? Or knife. Fork? Spork...? (are they neither a spoon nor a spooned?) As already established, Tony is the little spoon I will die on this damn hill, that waist was made to be held

T. Temperature. Assuming it's already a comfortable for them temperature in the house/room/place, do they want to be warmer or cooler cuddling? Blankets are a no unless your looking for him to fall asleep, he prefers to have airflow and not build up a lot of body heat while cuddling

U. Under. Assuming they don't exclusively cuddle sideways, do they want the other person on top of them or vice versa? He loves feeling supported by you, he tends to get a little uncomfortable with your weight on top of him for too long, unless it’s any of his limbs in which case he’ll let them fall asleep and not notice till you move

V. Volume. Do they need silence or can other things be going on? It isn’t necessary, but it is preferable for him that other things are nonexistent or at least stalled

W. Wallowing. Is it emotional for them, and if so in a good way or a bad way? The first time Tony cried in front of you was when you were cuddling. The worst part was how much he thought he’d messed up, trying to deny or justify why, the reason wasn’t as heartbreaking as his inability to accept that it was okay. He’s still working up to letting himself feel things that intensely, and knowing he’s allowed to

X. eXplaining. Would they feel embarrassed if someone else walked in on them and their s/o cuddling? He has no shame, so pretty much no, but he would feel the need to explain himself

Y. Yours. Are they generous or do they kinda take what they want? Usually a pretty selfish partner in general, but he’s been getting better at it

Z. Zzz.... Does almost none of this matter if it just puts them to sleep...? Tony sleeps an absolute rock, but the good news that makes him a great sleep cuddler, and an even better weighted blanket

He just loves being physically close to you, whether cuddling or not

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[certainlythewolverine]

Guys do we want Marvel headcanons? Yes we do !!!

Warning for spoilers ig? If you haven't watched the Captain America movies? Also these might go against canon a bit

Tony didn't care that it wasn't Bucky's fault he killed his mom, but after calming down he felt guilty.

Tony has histrionic personality disorder.

Tony refuses to believe the fact he has trauma, and therefore refused to get help with his anxiety issues + PTSD, until Pepper made Steve physically drag him to a psychiatrist (or whatever they're called I forgot😓)

Steve thinks he's a ladies guy, but he's actually just bad with social cues and they feel bad because of that

Bucky IS a ladies guy... On accident. He doesn't really even like ladies.

BUCKYISTRANSANDONLYFOUNDTHATOUTAFTERDISGUISINGASAMANSOHECOULDJOINTHEARMY

Bucky once ate a glow stick just because he wanted to

Peter once lost a dare and had to dress up as a drag queen. Thanks Tony.

Once Peter talked about a kitten and Tony got him 2 cats for his birthday, and the other avengers also got him cats... Thor got him a weird cat-esque thing from Asgard. Tony ended up taking care of all of them.

Peter follows the military rule of sleeping whenever he can, once he got captured by a villain, and he took a power nap.

Obadiah was a creep. (Not even a headcanon at this point)

[yandere-wishes]

Okay, okay, I have an alarming list of fics to write before my summer vacay is over. BUT...

Would anyone like a Yandere Tony Stark x reader? I know Marvel isn't even remotely popular (or even liked) anymore. Still, the original movies are very dear to me. And this character specifically has always had a special place in my heart. Since it's summer and I'm starting to feel nostalgic I figured why not write for the legend himself?

So should I write it? Does anyone want to be tagged if I do?

[turtlesystem]

tony stark is the best cuddle buddy

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Anthony - The Cat.

A/N: Okay, I had a dream about this and it got me thinking how Tony’s behaviour resembles that of a cat.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ stuff.

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It started when you first observed his sleep patterns. Tony worked best at night, he was the most alert, energetic to the point where it resembled the zoomies that cats got. Watching him in the lab, go from one work station to another with the same brisk movements, you were amused to say the least. And then you couldn’t unsee it.

Tony’s habit of squirming away when you showered him with love also indicated typical cat behaviour. Not that he didn’t want it, he just preferred it at his own time. It always made you giggle when he would huff annoyingly when you kissed his cheeks rather noisily, not missing the light blush that formed. When Tony wanted affection, he would start hovering around you, follow you around, even lay his head on your shoulder.

A certified cleanliness freak. Borderline germaphobe as well, we all know that. He would sprint away from anyone who would look sick. Even you. Not that he wasn’t concerned, he found ways to check up on you. Usually via Dum-E. He’d exaggerate keeping away from you stating you have ‘germ cooties’ and overuse Kleenex to wipe any potential viruses away.

He would practically purr when he was in need of attention and you give him exactly that. He’d turn into putty in your arms, underneath you. His big brown eyes and lashes for days would blink slowly up at you with a dopey grin as you massaged his scalp with his head in your lap. Tony curling his body into yours and being a big snuggle bum just confirmed your doubts that this man was more a cat than a billionaire, genius.

How’s everyone doing?! Just something I thought of that made me smile today…

[larcenywrites]

Puppy Eyes

sub!young!Tony Stark x Dom!Reader

Warnings: 18+ | Dom/sub | gentle Dom | use of the pet-names puppy and good boy (for Tony) | collars | slight humiliation? | light bondage | light choking | AFAB reader | dry humping | oral (F receiving) | aftercare| no pronouns used for reader |

Word Count: ~3,500

He was a little caught off guard the first time you jokingly called him a puppy, but it was clear that the nickname grew on him every time you used it. He was cute and adorable, and those big brown eyes were so puppy-like when he looked up at you, and especially when he followed you around like a lost puppy on quiet nights or pestered and pouted until he got attention.

"You're such a puppy," you said innocently one day, if not minorly annoyed, when he flopped into bed and sweetly cuddled into you after following you throughout the house one night.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asked meekly, turning his head on your chest as if to look at you.

“No,” you chuckled, “it just means you’re cute.” And minorly bothersome at times, but you left that part out. From there, it just sort of stuck.

"Don't look at me with those puppy eyes," you sigh, looking over at Tony’s innocent pout. "You know I won't say no."

"Hi, puppy,” you cooed when arms wrapped around your waist and a sleepy head rested on your shoulder with an amused snort.

It became like a normal routine, a silly new pet name you used sometimes! Until you got the idea to take it just a bit further. Tony wasn't exactly the submissive type, but maybe he just needed the right… stimulation. After all, he was so meek and sweet when he forced his way into being little spoon, and was putty in your hands with only a few head scratches. So what better time to experiment when Tony’s parents left and locked the front door behind them? And especially when he was already all over you.

But strong hands on the backs of your thighs made you forget all about gaining control as they shoved you closer to the warmth of his body. You moaned into his mouth, muffled by how close he pressed against you and cut off by the tongue sliding over yours. Your hands gripped at the hem of his shirt when he caged you against the bed. He took the hint, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head and coming back even harder. The forceful kiss knocked you down, making you take a seat at the edge of his bed. The greedy hands on your thighs returned the favor and pulled at your jeans, needing little help managing your pull them down enough for you to kick them off. The harsh grip returning to your thighs knocked the rest of the air from your lungs, not even able to moan at the feeling of him stepping between your legs. He was overpowering— how could you tame this?— but a few frantic pushes and claws to his chest, and he understood.

“Down, boy,” you panted playfully as you finally managed to pull him off of you for a moment. That mischievous smile curled on his lips as he looked around your face. Your heart beat faster when he slowly lowered to the floor, kneeling between your legs and dragging his hands down your thighs. You bit your lip as you watched, mind racing with all sorts of ideas, and more importantly, with what you bought recently. He looked up at you expectantly, daring you to do something. You gulped at the accidental perfect opportunity.

"Here, I got something for you," you say suddenly, voice filled with sultry mischief. "Stay," you playfully command as you rise from your seat, combing your fingers through his hair one more time before stepping over him, purposely passing his head between your thighs as you did. You could practically feel his stare follow you to the desk nearby, and you couldn't help but glance over to him as you reached into your bag. His smile was sly but his eyes were suspicious- no, curious. It's what kept him on his knees and quietly waiting when he normally doesn't follow the rules. He wasn't asking questions or making comments, just waiting.

"Look at you," you start teasingly. "Being such a good boy~" Your sudden comment wiped that smirk right off his face, replacing it with wide eyes and a shy pout, clearly taken aback. In a good way. And those big eyes seemed to only get bigger at seeing what you pulled from the bag.

He watched you saunter back to him, eyes flicking between yours and the collar you held up, letting it dangle gracefully from your fingers. Puppy eyes looked up, locking with your gaze when you finally stood above him. Without a word, you slinked into the space between Tony and the bed, not taking your eyes off him even though he had already looked away, finding interest in the foot of the bed. "Will you come a little closer, puppy?"

With your free hand running through his hair, he scooted closer, letting you bring his head to rest against your thigh as you sat down. Even with the collar still in hand, you couldn’t help but caress along his cheek and collarbones as well. He softly smiled, letting you pet him. He looked good like this, but…

He could look even better.

His eyes opened almost as soon as your gentle touch left his hair, and you could tell he was staring up at you through your peripheral. You were too focused on wrapping the soft black leather collar around his neck. He hadn’t protested and he didn’t flinch, merely gulping as the collar began to tighten around his throat when you pulled the tail through its gold buckle. Tucking the tail end into the loop, you slipped two fingers between the collar and his neck, gently tugging. “Is that too tight?” He slowly sat up, looking down and then back up, as if checking for you. He shook his head.

He definitely looked better this way. With big brown eyes staring up at you, shirtless, and tensing arms getting handsy with your legs. And with that smirk that crossed his face when your fingers thread through his hair again.

"You wanna keep being a good boy?" You suddenly asked, drifting from his hair to his cheek. His only answer was a kiss to your palm, and a sharp inhale when the top of your foot nudged between his legs. At the same time, your fingers slipped beneath the front of this collar, harshly pulling him down to semi-lie on your outstretched leg. His face hit your thigh with a low and startled grunt.

"Fuck yourself on my leg,” you finally instructed him, lifting your leg to press it further against his body and grinding your shin into his bulge. Tony’s hips impulsively twitched, telling you a different mood than his blushing cheeks and wide-eyed stare that quickly looked up at you. You merely stared back, challenging him. It didn’t take long for him to give in, especially when you continued to push your leg between his. With the encouragement, a hand secures itself around your calf as he buries his face in your thigh, probably embarrassed, but he couldn't keep denying his exceedingly needy hard-on.

“That’s a good boy…” you start lovingly, combing your nails through his hair as he finally begins to hesitantly hump his hips. The angle is awkward for him, making him shift is legs wider to better find the friction he needs. You help him out, straightening your leg out stiff, even if it was already a little tiring. You watched with bated breath and with teeth biting at your lip, enjoying getting to see the rhythmic movement of his ass and hips, from an angle you’ve never gotten to experience before, though he was still a bit unsteady.

You couldn’t help but moan a little as he got into it, from watching him get off like this. You gently scratched your nails up the back of his neck and through his hair to show you satisfaction, getting a similar moan from him as he gently nibbled at your skin. His other hand came up to grip the bed sheets next to you, anchoring himself. A low grunt rolled against your skin as he sped up his thrusts.

You decided to help him out a little, softly bouncing your leg with his moments and pushing against that obvious bulge. Tony moaned lowly, further pressing against your leg and, from the looks of it, trying to thrust as deep as he could. “You think you can make yourself cum?” You coo quietly, still gently playing with his hair. Nodding, he buries his face in the mattress with a soft whine. “You’d be such a good boy if you did…” you keep on, scratching your nails down his back and back up again. He shuddered under your touch, tensing up with another whimperish moan and struggling to keep his steady pace.

Still, he kept going. Only now, he was definitely close. He desperately fucked your leg now, nails digging into your calf. You tried to help, continuing to bounce your leg with him, but his other hand came down to hold your ankle, and his face buried into your thigh again. He was hunkered down and holding you still, keeping you where he needed you and desperately searching for the right friction with his hips.

“You can do it, baby boy,” you encourage softly, leaning closer to his ear and petting through his hair again. His jaw was clenched with the effort and eyes shut with concentration, but all of those features relaxed when his movements did. His groan was low and drawn out, just like the slow tilting of his convulsing hips as he spilled his seed in his pants.

“That’s a good boy,” you shushed him, gently rubbing a hand over his shoulders. You could feel his legs trembling around your own. You gave him a few moments to relax, petting through his hair and over his heated skin. You smiled as he nuzzled into your inner thigh with a small kiss. As much as you were enjoying giving him this attention, you had more in mind.

You slyly slid your hand down to the back of his neck and slipped your fingers under that black collar. He gasped a moan as you pulled back on it, forcing his head back. You held him in place as he looked up at you, lips parted and eyes full of tired lust. You took your leg out from under him and let his collar go. He stayed in place, still looking up at you. That cautious anticipation from earlier was replaced with pleading puppy eyes that only became more excited when you started to remove your panties.

He tried his best to keep his eyes on yours, but his attention kept flickering to the lacy pair of undies being pushed down your legs and, more importantly, what they were leaving bare.

"Here," you say suddenly, making him snap his eyes back up, "chew on these for a minute." He didn’t have time to question or resist. If anything, his lips instinctively parted for you without hesitation. You stuffed your already wet panties into his mouth. His hands were still on your legs, grip tightening and massaging. You could tell he was licking over the fabric as he kept his gaze steady with yours. The thought had you throbbing.

You slowly leaned down, drifting your hands from his hair and down his chest, lowering as you did. Your nose nearly bumped his from how close you were, and you teasingly pulled away each time he stretched to kiss you. You easily undid his belt and pulled it through the loops of his jeans. “Would you let me tie you up?” Your question came out so smooth and innocent, and you were already stepping behind him before it was finished. He didn’t answer, but he allowed you to pull his hands behind his back. Your excitement was mounting as you wrapped and looped the belt around his wrists. Black leather with a gold buckle, just like that shiny new collar.

You went back to your seated position, with Tony kneeling between your legs as you sat on the edge of his bed. “My pretty boy,” you affectionately coo, placing your hands on either side of his head and threading your fingers through his hair. Tony couldn’t help but lean into your touch, lips curling into a content smile, and eyes fluttering shut.

He enjoyed being petted and pampered, and you enjoyed doing it, but your arousal still needed to be taken care of. Your fingers slipped beneath the front of the collar as you gently pulled the fabric from his mouth, all before pulling him down and burying his face in your pussy. You weren’t sure if his moan was from the roughness or from being between your legs. You wasted no time wrapping your legs around his shoulders, and he wasted no time licking through your folds. You both moaned softly as his tongue focused on lapping up the wet arousal spilling from your entrance. His hands were already twisting and turning in their restraints, fists clenching with his usual need to grab onto your thighs or finger your holes. But for now, he was doing well enough with his mouth, practically licking you out. You leaned back a little, holding yourself up with one hand on the bed and the other still holding Tony down. You didn’t bother holding back your moans, tightening your legs around his head and tilting your hips. Now you were the one desperately grinding against him, chasing the wet sensation of his tongue. The bridge of his nose bumped against your clit with the subtle turn of his head and each tilt of your hips, but it only frustrated you more.

Finally, you let go of his collar, turning him loose and burying your now free hand in those dark curls. Knowing exactly what you’d been pining for, Tony instantly dives for your clit, with a few harsh licks for his own pleasure, of course. You clench around nothing as his tongue massages you. With his head tilted to the side to rest on your thigh, you both lose yourselves to your own forms of pleasure.

This time, you were pulling him closer by his hair, tugging on his soft locks and sending his moaning vibrations through your core. You focused on him again instead of the ceiling, noticing the familiar squirming of his hips. He had nothing to hump against and no hand to touch himself, but with his clenched thighs and tight dress pants, he was finding a way to get himself off at the same time as you. Somehow, it turned you on more. Seeing him struggling to get off, and seeing him desperate to get off just from pleasuring you. “Look at my good boy,” you tease breathlessly, “already so hard for me again.” Your supporting hand joins the other in his hair, lovingly petting down his neck.

You yelp at the light (and possibly retaliatory) grazing of his teeth, but it was quickly replaced by his soft lips and their sucking kiss. You swear you could practically feel that cocky smirk in the way it dragged your clit against his tongue. Maybe Tony was still in control after all, but that didn’t really matter right now. Not when he knew just how to angle his head and move his tongue in a way that already had you convulsing and your entire pussy throbbing.

Your thighs squeezed around him at the tense feeling of release, followed by broken moans and shakey panting. Wet circles kept you trembling, pushing you as far over the edge as he could. Your only moment for recovery comes with hit breath fanning against you as he changes position, taking a moment to groan and desperately grind his hips before diving back in. Your whines only made him more excited, flicking quicker at your oversensitive nub the closer he got to his own orgasm. Hot Your hands tugging in his hair failed to pull him away, so instead you claw at the back of his neck, tugging at the leather there instead and pulling a choked-out moan from him. The sudden tight feeling around his throat was enough to suddenly send him over the edge, and once again his body twitched with each spill of cum in his pants.

“Oh, do you like that, puppy?” You breathlessly ask, keeping up the act as best you could. His only response was another low moan and heavily fluttering eyes. You loosened your legs from around his head to give him some more room. With a sly curl of your parted lips, you tugged on the collar just a bit more, the euphoric look on his face and weak whimpering enough to warm your core again.

You kept up the pressure, waiting for his hips to stop squirming, but you softly let through his hair at the same time. His bare chest heaved with his heavy panting, reeling from the sudden intensity. His head dropped when you finally released him and slowly rested against your thigh, with your gentle hands in his hair helping him relax. He was limp against you, completely drained and satisfied.

You decided to place your feet back on the ground and reluctantly began to push him off of you. Puppy eyes finally opened to pout up at you for interrupting him. You couldn’t help but lean down and kiss him, not minding that his mouth was still wet. He eagerly kissed back with slightly parted lips already begging for more again, but his wish was short-lived and went ungranted when you pulled away after a mere few seconds. You playfully kept his head between your legs when you stood, gently tugging at his hair as you stepped over him to make sure he followed the view. This time, he stayed kneeling in his spot without being asked as you made your way into the bathroom, returning with a warm and wet washcloth after cleaning yourself up.

“Could you untie me?” He asked meekly as you approached him, gently pulling at the belt wrapped around his wrists.

“No,” you answered simply, gripping through his hair to hold him still while you cleaned up around his face. You snorted when Tony scrunched his nose up at you when you wiped the towel over his mouth and chin. You placed another quick kiss to his lips when you finished, kneeling down in front of him to work on unbuttoning his pants, but as you worked down the zipper, you realized this wouldn’t really work well. “Can you stand up?” You asked shyly, standing up yourself. He nodded, easily shuffling to his feet and more than happy to rise to his full height again.

You smiled up at him, working his boxers down to peel off at the same time as his pants. Your cheeks felt flushed at the sight of white cum sticking to his skin and the large wet spots along the fabric. You helped him out of the last of his clothes, biting your lip at the thought of cleaning that mess up in a different way, but you settled for the towel. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back up at him as you wiped at his thighs, not even when you purposely stroked his spent cock a few times as you wiped. His hips twitched and his breath caught in his throat, sending another twinge between your legs that you’d ignore for now.

“You did such a good job,” you cooed teasingly as you placed your lips on his cheek. You smiled wide at how he shied and slightly turned away, nuzzling your face against his and noticing how his cheeks were as warm as yours. And you definitely noticed that red tint when you pulled away with another small kiss to work on the belt around his wrists. He stayed in place even when his hands were freed, hesitating before bringing his hands around and gently rubbing at each wrist.

“You okay?” You ask quietly as you watch him, tossing the belt onto his other discarded clothes.

“Mhm,” he hummed and nodded, looking over you as well. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, feeling over the collar still around his neck. He gulped as you did, eyes flickering a bit nervously. “I think it’s cute,” you chirp sweetly and pull the tail through its buckle. When your eyes meet his again, they’re smirking with confidence. “Could I see you wear it?”

You smile with him, looking over his lips and into his eyes. But before you can answer, the sound of a slamming car door echoes off the walls of the house, and you both reflected the other's disappointment.

“Maybe next time.”

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We all know that Tony can't cook, but what if he can only cook Italian food. Like somehow Maria taught him how to cook her food really well. It's to the point that he can't stand any other Italian food that an't his own.

Rhody and Pepper know all about it, but the Avengers only learn when Steve tries to make some and Tony takes over the kitchen since Tony see him do it all wrong. The best team dinners when Tony cooks.

The same thing happens with British deserts thanks to Ana, Jarvis, and Peggy.