#tony stark moodboard

[vikwrites]

Body Electric - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ You and Tony work through your insecurities, together. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 1.4k words Warnings ➣ Mature, Body Insecurity, Mild Nudity. Request ➣ Ask Author's Notes ➣ Requested by @welldonekhushi, Unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine. However, if you're interested in beta-reading, please let me know!

You winced as the edge of your Louboutins scraped against your flesh.

Your once pristine skin, now an angry shade of red, was revealed as the heels were carelessly discarded onto the carpeted floor of Tony’s bedroom.

You always prided yourself on being flawless and put together, but in this moment, you couldn't deny the pain caused by the sight of the shoes. On one hand, they encapsulated Tony’s adoration for you, how he was willing to buy you anything you’d ever desired. On the other hand, they were a symbol of everything you tried to cover up—your looks, your desire to appear mature, your self-doubts. 

As you kicked them off onto the plush carpet, you couldn't help but feel conflicted about the persona you had forced yourself to maintain. The persona who used her appearance to mask her insecurities, and who constantly sought to cover up any minute flaw as if they were parasites, latching onto your skin. Even now, as you undressed under prying eyes nowhere to be found but your own, you couldn't shake off the feeling of this uncomfortable façade. 

Compared to Tony, you felt like nothing, a shadow in the glow of his perfection. Tony was everything you yearned to be—charming, confident, and most importantly, effortlessly attractive. His character only magnified your insecurities, the chasm between who you were and who you pretended to be.

In front of the multitude of cameras and paparazzi, it felt like every minute action and detail was analyzed by the media. You recalled the first time you had gone out with Tony in public, it had not been more than a day before almost every news outlet caught wind of it.

Each headline felt more painful than the next, some accusing you of being with Tony for his money, some poking fun of him for dating a ‘normal’ woman and not some Victoria’s Secret supermodel. It felt like everybody was criticizing every part of you, breaking you down into nothing but imperfect pieces to dissect. 

Spending hours in front of a vanity became second nature to you, fingers blistering from the scalding hot curling iron accidentally burning your skin, applying layers upon layers of makeup. Just to get ready to attend some gala, while adorning Tony’s arms like the multitude of watches that lined his suit cuffs. 

You stood in front of the large window, overlooking the dark horizon over the ocean. Your soft reflection was staring back at you. You frowned, despising seeing yourself devoid of any makeup.

Tony was still cleaning himself up in the bathroom, you had already taken off your dress, in its place—an ashen silk Brunello Cucinelli evening gown that Tony had bought for you, claiming it ‘accentuates’ your eyes. 

“Hey.” You heard Tony approach you from behind as you felt his touch on your smaller figure, you felt the warmth of his skin against yours through his black tank top and sweats. The musky scent of his cologne graced your senses.  

His fingers traced a deliberate path down your sides before settling on your waist. His touch was gentle yet possessive as he pulled you closer to him, pressing you into the softness of his chest; his chin resting on your shoulder. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt, accompanied by the faint buzz of the arc reactor embedded in his chest. 

Tony’s lips found your neck as he grazed the skin with his teeth, a soft sigh escapes you as his teeth dragged along your pulse point. The soft sensation of his kisses against your skin sent shivers down your spine. You could feel his breath; hot against your ear. Your fingers reached down, intertwining gently with his. While your other hand brushed through his hair, strands of chestnut brown fell between your fingers as you savored the bristly texture.

Tony’s warm body was a comforting contrast against the cold room. As your bodies moved together, he led you to the bed, where he carefully laid you down as gently as possible, as if any false move would shatter you to pieces. His delicate movements were always so contradicting to his persona outside the blanket of intimacy.

He lowered himself for another kiss, his strong arms braced on either side of your head as his lips met yours. You tasted the slight hint of whiskey, still lingering on his tongue—sweet and bitter. Your hands traced along his jaw, feeling the prickly stubble of his salt-and-pepper goatee against your palm. 

"I love you." Tony's warm breath tickled your lips as he whispered and gently pulled away, his million-dollar-smile lighting up his face. But a small part of you couldn't help but wonder if those three simple words were truly enough.

“Love you too.” You handed back the statement but Tony could feel something was amiss. Your eyelids drooped and your tone was hesitant, causing a knot of unease to form in his stomach. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Tony's hand, warm and gentle, glides through your hair with a tentative touch. He tucks a loose strand behind your ear, his gaze soft. You feel a pang of guilt wash over you as you see the slight crease in Tony's brow. A heavy silence hangs between you as the weight of your inhibitions settles in your gut, “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“I just—don’t know what you see in me, Tony.” You frowned as you spoke, your words barely audible in a hushed whisper. 

“Angel,” Tony whispers, “You’re beautiful—so fucking beautiful.”

“You really think so?” His words nearly caused tears to spill, you sniffled. The edges of your eyes tearing up.

“"I know so," Tony's warm smile lit up his face and he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb as he tried to cheer you up. The motion of his touch felt so soothing, easing the tension in your heart. Without even realizing it, you found yourself mirroring his contagious smile. "I wish you could see how perfect you are, you’re the most important thing to me, baby. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

"It just feels like you're, y’know—Tony Stark, confidently striding through life with all the grandeur and charisma, while I'm just me," you admitted, self-deprecation evident in your tone.  

“Please don't compare yourself to me, your flaws and imperfections are what make you perfect in my eyes.” An idea suddenly came to him, “Let me express my love for you; lay back and let me show you how much I love you.”

As you rested your head on the soft silk pillows, you couldn't help but feel a wave of shame wash over you. Your nightgown was discarded, leaving you exposed in only your undergarments. In moments like these with Tony, you always found ways to hide your body; dimming the lights, covering yourself with sheets—anything that would conceal yourself. But this time, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. 

“Look at me, my love, don’t be shy.” With gentle insistence, Tony's hand guides your chin back to meet his gaze. 

The warmth of Tony's hand enfolds yours once again, strong and sure. His other hand trails gently along your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. As he presses his body against yours, the weight is a comforting pressure that grounds you in the moment. He starts with soft kisses on the tips of your fingers, before trailing them up and back down your arm. Each touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the moment as his hands explored every inch of you with a reverence that made your heart ache with longing. Tony’s hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and contour of your figure as if he were trying to memorize every inch of you. 

As the lights were gently dimmed, he reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together, his arms wrapped around you as your foreheads met in a tight embrace, your bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one. It was quiet, the only noises were your synchronized breaths and the pulse of the reactor, and in that moment, it was as if the whole world had faded away, leaving only you and Tony at its center. 

“You’re my everything, I love you, so, so much.” 

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"If you’re nothing without the suit, then you shouldn’t have it."

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Complicated Love - Stony moodboard

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My Jewish!Tony Stark collage!

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Yandere Moodboard: Iron Man (Tony Stark)

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I miss him so much.

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Moodboard - IRON MAN

[otpcutie]

Winteriron AU: Soft Alpha Bucky

Some of Bucky’s fondest memories were of his Ma, a proud Omega, with her knitting needles in hand or their sewing machine in front of her. Whatever they needed, she made. Sometimes the outcome was scratchy and a little odd looking, but that didn’t matter. She used what she was able to get her hands on, and Bucky cherished them. 

Her love was woven into every stitch, her comforting scent clinging to the final creations.

She’d taught a curious young Bucky—who wanted to help lighten the load—how to mend clothes. That turned into him wanting to learn other skills and make her something for a change, as well as the rest of his family. It was a love language he grew to share.

As Bucky got older though, he realised it wasn’t socially acceptable for an Alpha to have those kinds of hobbies. He’d stopped for a long time, worried he’d be considered a less suitable choice to any potential mates.

That changed when he started to date Tony. 

He’d been overwhelmed with the desire to make things for Tony and show him how much he cared about him. Bucky gave in, first knitting Tony a cozy sweater he knew he’d look adorable in. Then, he sewed him a quilt in a style he’d pointed out before (that reminded Tony of his own Ma), and finally, Bucky crocheted him a blanket. All in the softest materials, so Tony would be as comfy as possible and could use them for nesting if he chose.

Bucky squirrelled those things away. Until he found out Tony had heat sickness. Knowing he was in need of extra comfort, Bucky swallowed his apprehension and put together a care package for Tony. He included all of the things he’d made for the Omega, along with his favourite snacks and treats, and roses he picked from his garden.

Tony cried when he opened it. It meant that much to him, and brought him a lot of peace. There was so much he could add to his nest and everything smelt of Bucky. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d felt it with Bucky, but it was the first time Tony truly understood what courting meant for the Alpha. They were more than gifts, it was a declaration of Bucky’s love. Tony’s happy tears and how he beamed with pride over his Alpha’s creations was his own.

A month later they were Mated. 

Includes Gen Prompt Bingo, fill: knitting and sewing / @winterironevents Bingo, fill: Gentle Alpha / @multifandom-flash Omegaverse Bingo, fill: post-cycle care & Character Bingo, fill: long hair / @fandombingo The Little Prince Bingo, fill: box & The Martian Bingo, fill: learning skills out of necessity / @eclipsingbingo fill: A/B/O / @tonystarkbingo fill: fluff /

@queer-it-up-bingo fill: two hands / @ao3tagbingo fill: slice of life / @seasonaldelightsbingo Under The Sea Bingo, fill: planning the perfect [insert] for their partner(s) / @buckybarnesbingo fill: secret hobby

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Nerf War | Avengers x Teenage reader!

✮���˙Summary: War broke out, and you were the culprit.

✮⋆˙Content Warning: Chaos, affection, and lots of foam darts.

✮⋆˙Word Count: 785

✮⋆˙Notes: The Avengers adore you... even if they don't easily admit it.

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Fury left you with them like you were a fragile box.

"Take care of her, she's useful. She's a spy. And yes, she's a teenager, but don't underestimate her."

He said it dryly, but the Avengers understood the subtext. You weren't just useful. You were important. You'd been through things no one should have to go through, and Fury, that grumpy old man with a hidden heart, trusted them to give you something you never had: a family.

And at first... it was weird. Tony called you "ninja girl," Natasha analyzed you like a mirror, Steve offered you food every five minutes, and Clint gave you training arrows. Even Wanda calmly taught you how to use your abilities, as if she wasn't worried about you accidentally melting a cup.

But today... today you weren't a spy. Today you were a bored teenager in a giant tower with superheroes too busy.

So you decided to unleash hell.

Colorful. Foam. Totally harmless.

The best hell.

You snuck through the halls, sliding as only you knew how, until you left a modified Nerf gun in the kitchen. On the table. It was pointed directly at Tony Stark.

"What the...?" he said when he saw it.

A note taped to the side read: "First to shoot wins. Begin!"

Tony looked up just as a foam dart hit him in the forehead.

"Was that you?!" he yelled, running after you.

And so the war began.

Steve showed up five minutes later with a shield converted into a barricade. Natasha had two Nerf guns and terrifying accuracy. Wanda levitated darts with her magic. Clint fired from the rooftop, and Peter Parker came swinging through the window with a backpack full of ammo.

Bruce refused to participate... until a dart hit him in the back. Then, the controlled version of the Hulk launched cushions like grenades.

You were laughing so hard you almost fell down the hallway as you dodged Tony's attacks and hid behind the couch.

"She started it!" Tony yelled, pointing at you.

"And she's going to win!" you screamed, launching a barrage of darts with lethal accuracy.

At some point, Steve tripped over a poorly placed shield, Natasha got caught in a net you'd set up as a trap, and Clint was left hanging from the ceiling light, laughing like a madman.

When Thor returned to the tower from another mission and saw the mess, he simply asked, "Is this a battle? Where's my Nerf hammer?"

And that's when the chaos doubled.

Darts were flying everywhere. Peter was screaming like it was a real war, you were using your training to disappear and attack from the shadows, and Tony was already planning to build an automatic turret to shoot him.

The chaos lasted almost two hours.

Two hours of laughter, screams, pillow fights, and hearts healing without saying a word.

When it was all over, you were on the floor, laughing, with Tony lying next to you, his hair covered in darts, and Wanda using her magic to remove the ones Clint had stuck in his face.

"You're dangerous, kid," Natasha said, sitting next to you.

"Thanks," you replied with a smirk.

Steve tossed you a water bottle.

"Good strategy, agent."

And for a moment, you felt... loved. Not for what you could do. Not for your training or your skills. But simply for being you.

An orphaned teenager who had started a Nerf war so she wouldn't feel alone.

And it had worked.

"Rematch tomorrow?" Peter asked hopefully.

"Get ready, I have better plans," you replied, and everyone laughed. Even Thor.

The Avengers—your Avengers—looked at you as if you were one of them. Because you already were. From the first foam dart.

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Tony stark // iron man ❤️💛

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Tony Stark & Loki aka IronFrost

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𖤓MY MOODBOARDS𖤓

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CG! Tony Stark Moodboard!

“Okay, you all set; hot cocoa still warm? JARVIS, go ahead and just save what I was working on, I can’t come back to it tonight. On that note, pull up… whatever Peter left on last week, that’s probably good. Now, let me get you all tucked in, kid…”

[soliloquent-stark]

💫 you’ll be okay, we can talk tomorrow by soliloquent

3,8k words // pairing: tony stark & steve rogers

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As he leaves, Steve deadpans, “I hate everyone here, and I regret every single thing I’ve done for you all. Tony, do bother coming after me. You’re the first person I’d want around.”

“Yep. Definitely only lies,” Tony says, scrubbing a hand over his face.

or: Steve is hit by a spell that compels him to speak only lies, and to their mutual discomfort, Tony appears to be the key to breaking it.

written for the @cap-ironman 2024 holiday exchange

[pretty-bratty]

Since you all loved THIS ONE so much, I'm writing more. So here's

Part Two

"Mr.-Mr. Stark??" Peter scrambles to get up, feeling his cheeks flushing. "What-what are you doing here?"

"Better you tell me what you were doing out there, Mr. Parker." Mr. Stark looks him up and down, and Peter becomes very aware that he's wearing only boxers. "Late at night. While your unbelievably attractive Aunt is sure that you're in your room, doing homework like a good boy."

Oh shit. Peter turns cherry red.

"You-you. Did you tell her?" He flails his arms around helplessly.

Mr. Stark looks at him, an unreadable expression on his face. Then he smirks.

"Relax, spiderling. I didn't rat you out to Aunt Hottie."

Peter just manages to breathe out in relief when Aunt May busts into the room, adjusting her long hair.

"This meatloaf recipe is a disaster. Let's go get dinner. Thai? Mr. Stark - Tony - how do you feel about Thai?"

Peter whips around to look at his mentor in horror.

"No, May, Mr. Stark - he has a thing."

"Hey now, the adults are talking." Mr. Stark pins Peter with a look and flashes a smile to May. "Thai sounds perfect. I'm in."

What?!

"Good." May smiles and squints at Peter, waving her finger. "Maybe put on some clothes."

Peter's almost sure he hears Mr. Stark letting out some sound, like humming. He doesn't have time to figure out the emotion behind that sound - he's too busy thinking about standing in front of his mentor (role model? hero? more-complicated-than-a-crush?!) basically naked. And scrambling to put on a sweatshirt.

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The dinner is a hot mess. Mr. Stark keeps flirting with May, much to their waiter's sulking. Peter, by the way, is not sulking. Not a single bit. And if he moves his larb around the plate, barely picking at the food, it's just him being not so hungry.

When May goes to the restroom, Mr. Stark casually leans in.

"What did I say about late night patrolling?"

"Uh..." Peter stares at him. "Nothing?.."

"Pretty sure I said it's a no. Especially on a school night - no, scratch that, on any night."

"You really didn't." Peter crosses his arms.

"Of course I did. Maybe Happy forgot to tell you. But now I did for real. You're going to have a curfew. " Mr. Stark waves his hand dismissively, as if the topic is closed.

Peter looks into his plate.

"Stop pouting."

He's not!!

"M' not."

"Totally are. And hey, Spidey-"

Peter whips up his head, looking around in panic, but no one seems to hear them. He looks at Mr. Stark - and sees a winning grin.

But then his face gets serious.

"I don't want you to get involved with the serious stuff. Like that explosion today."

So did the Cap tattle on him? But it's impossible, Mr. Stark was already in the apartment when-

"Do you hear me? I want a 'yes, sir'."

Now Peter's definitely pouts st him.

"This is not what you thought back then, in Germany!"

"Don't you even bring Germany into this."

"But-"

"Stay close to the ground. Helping little people and all that. I'm still waiting on the 'yes, sir', by the way."

"Is the rice pudding bad or were you two just too caught up talking?" To Peter's luck, May comes back just in time.

He sees Mr. Stark opening his mouth, and cuts him off, panicking, before the man makes him promise something ridiculous in front of May.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you, I...uh...I need a new backpack."

Great, Peter.

"What?" May puts a finger to her ear, staring at him in disbelief.

Now he has no other choice but to repeat it.

"I need a new backpack..."

Mr. Stark keeps silent, watching them. And if Peter didn't know better, he'd say the man is enjoying the whole situation.

"Peter - that's five. You have school tomorrow! Where on earth will I get you a new one at this hour?"

Peter just squirms in his seat, trying to smile casually, but his ears feel like they're on fire.

"Tony, how do you lose five backpacks in a span of a month?"

Peter gives Mr. Stark hopeful eyes. He, of all people, surely understands how, he should help him out, and-

"Send him without one," Mr. Stark pipes in. "Make him carry his books like that. Will teach him a good lesson."

Peter just gapes in disbelief.