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#sometimes tony stark doesn’t need an armour to fight with shit

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IRON MAN (2008)

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Wonder if there will ever be a third Guy Ritchie Sherlock Holmes film with Robert Downey Jr. Last one was in 2011.

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#HIS EYES!!!

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#FLOOFY HAIR AND BAMBI EYES ♡

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another era, same diva

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could you possibly write a nsfw alphabet for young!tony stark as well? I feel like there's some big differences between young and regular/old tony and I'd love to read it

Tony Stark Masterlist

A/n: love this, I put a lot of thought into this and hope I didn’t disappoint 🙏

Young!Tony Stark NSFW Headcanons

Notes: college tony, you are also in college, cute tiny, little shit tiny, honey Tony, relationship started as friends with benefits and then transpired into something horny and exclusive:D, this is so foul and explicit so be ready🫶, and both you are wild in this era, yeah🌚…

Aftercare

Despite popular belief at the college, Tony’s pretty good at aftercare. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable before he is, ask if you need anything before you both lay down and then get comfy. He’ll pull you in close, and most likely try to rile you up for more unless you’re tired or he’s tired, and then just cuddles you close.

Body part(favorite body part of themselves and you)

His favorite is very much Tony jr. He’s proud of what he’s carrying, and he loves the effect it has on you. At this age too, his other favorite body part would be his stomach. It’s not so much because you love it- which you do, but you could care less about its appearance, it’s how all his emotions are felt so deeply in his stomach whenever you guys are intimate together. It’s a telling sign on how good he feels. How it clenches in pleasure, sucks in itself when you take his breath away, and how sensitive it is to the pleasurable scratch of your nails, and the smooth caresses of your hands. It just makes him feral, and he feels those swoops every time every time he looks at you.

For your body part, he still can’t get over your eyes and how much they talk to him. How much it reveals what you’re feeling and how much it hides from him, it makes him go absolutely crazy. He craves to just drown in those pools of lust that come over you when you look at him, and he can’t help the way it always has him standing at attention.

Cum(anything with cum, yours, theirs, and how they like it)

He loves anything to do with cum. He loves displaying it on you, shoving it deep in you, and loves when you go down on him and spitball it right back into his mouth. Another thing that gets him going is when you request specifically where you want his cum on you. He loves knowing that it gets you turned on just as much as him.

Now your cum, oh your cum🌚… he wants to breath that shit. He’ll stay hours in your pussy, just deep inside your little hole with his tongue exploring your walls, and getting drunk on your taste. He’s always disoriented after spending a while in between your legs, and you would genuinely think he’d be joking if it weren’t for the way he stumbled and swayed his way over next to you with a giddy smile on his face and a drenched chin. You never fail to get wetter at the sight of the true effect you have on him.

Dirty secret(self explanatory)

He’s masturbated to the thought of you a lot, and it was usually for reasons that he’d be too flustered to admit. He’s done it when you’ve helped him with homework one time, correcting one of his mistakes that he insisted was right, and when you proved him wrong so beautifully and ruthlessly… he instantly sprouted a boner. One time he jacked off because you cooked something homemade for him and the gesture led to him actually picturing a life together with you, and the way it was so domestic and calm, making him feel a soft swelling in his heart… one thing led to another. He was very embarrassed and uncertain when you got him to admit this, but felt that embarrassment disappear quickly when you shyly admitted that you had done the same with him. It just made him fall in love even more.

Experience(how experienced are they)

Pretty experienced. He was in the prime of his playboy era, he got a lot of tricks down, no matter how much he fumbled and how many awkward experiences he had, he’s mastered down the woes of pleasure.

Favorite position(this goes without saying, might include a visual)

He loves you riding him man, it’s been his weakness since day one. He loves feeling you clench so nicely around him, your thighs pushing down on his thighs and your pelvis flush with his when you grind on him. It just makes him- 🤤 That, plus any other positions that allows him to be all pressed up against you, but he is particularly favorable towards the all too pleasurable 69…;)

Goofy(do they joke around in the moment or more serious)

This Tony is pretty much, all around, goofy. He’s all wit, jokes, teasing, blowing raspberries in the middle of eating you out, tickling you when you guys are just laying down with him spoon fucking you, all of that. There are the few moments when he becomes deep, and intimate, where you guys aren’t just fucking, but making love.

Hair(well groomed are they, does the carpet matche the drapes)

Very much well groomed, he’s pretty much hairless for you, but he’ll always have a dusting trail of hair that leads to his cock. It’s pretty light and faint, so he doesn’t really bother to shave it.

Intimacy(how are they romantically during the moment)

As said before, he has his moments. He’ll have some days where he surprises you by lighting candles, spreading out rose petals, the whole cliche and he’ll be waiting on the bed for you with nothing on but a cocky smirk. He loves these moments just as much as the goofy ones even if he usually avoids or brushes off any type of serious words or declarations you give him, it feeds a deep craving within him.

Jack off(masturbation)

He jacks off all the time, and it’s always to you. Before you got together he was touching himself thinking about what he could have with you, and after he got with you he’d touch himself all the time to thinking about what he does have with you. Of course it’s not often since he has you to help with his urges, but he just can’t help himself sometimes.

Kink(one or more of their kinks)

Whoooo, a lot of kinks in the works at this freaky age🤪

Praise(both to you and him)

Cum

Cream pie

Bondage(both on him and you)

Spitting(him)

Edging(both of yousss)

Overstimulation(more so you, but he doesn’t mind himself either, just loves seeing your reaction way more than feeling his own)

Sensation play(both of you lub it)

Role play(… speaks for itself🌚)

Choking(on him)

Location(favorite places to do the deed)

His dorm of course, nothing like getting all intimate and horny in his sheets so that he could still smell it well after you leave. But he also gets a little thrill on doing the dirty with you in the university. Sneak into an empty classroom, and he’ll have you ride him on the one of the many seats, or your moans sounding out in a lecture hall while he has you spread eagle on the table. He also likes to do a little getaway drive in his car where he’ll park somewhere with a nice view and then have nice, loving sex with you. This turns into one of your guys intimate moments.

Motivation(what turned them on and gets the going)

You. Like seriously, he can’t even get hard with any one else. He was so surprised when he found this out. It happened when you had been gone for a few days, and this was when your guys relationship wasn’t exclusive and more of a friends with benefits type of deal, so when he was feeling horny he went out to find anyone who would help with his little situation. So imagine his surprise when he was about to get it on, and couldn’t even get a little twitch of his cock when he was making out with the person. He quickly left after that experience and just lay in his bed contemplating everything through his head. Safe to say that when you came back, he gave you one of the greatest fucks of your life.

No(big turn offs and things they would never do)

Real harsh pain that could seriously hurt you or anything with another person. He’s too selfish at this age to even consider someone else watching you guys.

Oral(presences in giving relieving, skill, how they do out, etc.)

He will choose eating you out over you sucking him off any day. He just can’t get enough of you. One time he just spent the whole night between your legs, making you orgasm with his mouth, tongue, and fingers. He hardly used his cock just to see how many orgasms he could pull out of you from his munching skills and the sight was so hot, that he couldn’t help but cum himself once or twice.

And when you suck him off, he’s all putty and swearing like a sailor. He’s powerless to every lick, suck, and nibble you give. He just absolutely curls in on himself, clenching his ass and gripping your hair as he shoots his release down your throat. He can’t help how good you make him feel.

Pace(fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

Pretty fast, but it’s a smooth pace. It still feels sensual at the same time, and you love when he’ll follow your orders of going faster or slower, rougher or softer.

Quickie(their opinions on quickness rather than proper sex)

Loves it. And both of you being dedicated college students in a cutthroat major, you guys have practically lived off of quickies when things got intense educationally.

You’ve sucked him off in a bathroom stall between the small time frame you guys had before your next class. Hes fingered you hard and fast before you go to an exam. He’s fucked you quick and good in the morning before you’re off and gone for the next 12 hours during the big project period where it’s worth more than half your grade, and you’ve given him a wet handy before he goes off to do the same. You guys have had a long history with quickies, and it just continues to grow. Not that any of you really complain;)

Risk(do they like to take risks, experiment, etc.)

He’s down. You guys don’t really stray from many public areas at this point, both of you pretty careful and sensible when in these positions, and you guys have done plenty of experimenting together.

You guys have used a lot of toys on each other, twisted your bodies in many different positions, and still have many things you’d like to try. He’s already told you that he’ll try anything twice for you.

Stamina(how long they last)

This man could go forever, and he wants to. Hell fuck you until his cock is literally a shriveled dry shrimp with no more cum to give, and even then he’ll immediately drop to his knees to still eat you out just so he could keep hearing your sounds, and have you cumming on his face.

Toy(do they own toys? Do they use them in themselves or their partner?)

Many, many toys bruv🌚 you guys have vibrators, dildos, cuff links, cock rings(the first time felt like torture for him but it was also too good to stop), blindfolds, and little feathers or leather whips to mess with that sensory play. And with his brains too, he’s made at least one exclusive sex toy for you, either for him to use on you, or one for you to use on him.

Unfair(how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t mind some teasing, practically revels in the tension that builds, and he likes seeing how much he could get away with, which is why he also doesn’t mind teasing in public. A brush of his boner against your ass, or his itchy hands touching a bit too close to your neck and breasts, fingers skimming your thigh… it drives you nuts.

Of course he’ll gladly make it up to you when you practically pin him to first flat surface around the minute you guys are alone.

Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud and proud. He’s all moaning, whining, grunting, groaning, shaking in your cunt until he yells out his release. He also makes sure that you make a considerable amount of noise so he knows how good he makes you feel. It strokes his ego too much, and he’ll most likely be a little shit and tease you about it later. And if you even confront him about his own sinful sounds, he’ll completely own up to it and give you a lustful little rant of his good he felt. He’s so shameless loll

Wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of their choice)

He’s gets all shy sometimes when he’s subby, especially if you play with his ass. He’s the type of man that doesn’t mind having all his glorious parts played with, but when he feels too good to even think, he’ll bashfully try to hide his head in the pillow.

You learned this when you first rimmed him, sliding your tongue all along his quaint and sucking on it, making him let out high pitched moans that sounded uncharacteristic even for him. And he knew this too. So he couldn’t help but burn red and clench his eyes shut as you go to town in him. Of course as you guys got older he quickly became a shameless with this too, but you still can’t help but remind him of those times when he would easily get all speechless and whiny for you… he stills glows a light pink when you mention this, and doesn’t even try to deny it, just looking off to the side with a slow grin pulling his lips up. He also likes the reminder🌚

X(how’s it looking down there?)

He is pretty big. He is as thick and juicy as can be, and is still the glorious 8 inches he was when he is older. His balls are more perky and full, deliciously plump that you can’t help but suck them into your mouth. And like said before, he has that light dusting of peach fuzz on his crotch that you don’t mind one bit.

Yearning(how high is their sex drive)

So high. He is horny all the time, he just can’t help it. Sometimes he’ll feel himself get in a mood that he’ll try to ignore for a bit, but as soon as he even catches a glimpse of you, he’s standing at attention. He’s just so easy to rile up as he always is down to have smexy time.

Zzzz(how quickly they fall asleep)

Pretty easy, but he’ll always stay awake with you. You guys make sure to tire each other out when you finally end your sex session, and then you’re all droopy lids, and lazy smiles, just limply laying down on top of each other.

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Thank you so much for reading, and I promise man, I have a lot of requests being answered right now, it’s just that I feel like when I want to post them they’re still kinda shitty so bare with me💀🙏 they’re coming soon tho~

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I really really loved that 38 things with Tony Stark and I was wondering if you'd feel like writing more stuff like that for Tony Stark, like those OTP questions thingies or something or headcanons idk

Tony Stark Masterlist

A/n: love this request so much, I love doing the OTP questions, thank you for this😩

12 Random OTP’s

Tony Stark x Reader

Notes: fluffy, goofy Tony, patient reader, some little spice in there, heavily inspired by RDJ’s real life personality

What would they describe as their perfect date?

Tony would describe a perfect date that consists of literally doing anything you want and then having sex after. As long as both of you will be writhing in the sheets after, it’s a win-win situation for him. He loves, and just in all, craves having complete intimacy with you. There nothing better than him being able to hold you close while hearing your sinful sounds. Though he does love to butter you up before getting to the deed when on these date nights, smirking to himself when he see’s you all happy and glowing from his pampering.

As for you, a perfect date would be anything that allows you to spend quality time with him. You enjoy sneaking off with him in the day or night, like leaving the office to have a little picnic in a secluded field together, or going on the beach, laying next to each other and giving him a massage while talking about anything and everything. You love little intimate moments like those with him, and so does he, which is why more often than not he tells you to take full control of date night.

Who made the first move?

Tony did. He’s too cocky and confident at first not to, and is completely flustered when you one up him in his attempt at flirting. He immediately became smitten at once and bothered you even more after that in hopes of hearing another witty quip from your mouth that’ll buckle his knees.

What’s one way their personalities compliment one another(is it opposites attract or are they pretty similar)?

Tony is very cocky and self assured, a facade he has no trouble displaying for the world to see, while you- although also pretty confident, have a rather toned down type of smugness to your personality. You have a quiet, but powerful self assurance to yourself to n contrast to Tony’s loud, rambunctious arrogance. Its definitely an energy that challenges his own, and let’s just say it’s humbled him a lot, especially in the early days of you guys getting to know knowing each other. It gets him more flustered than he’d like to admit, but he loves the the way you have that affect on him.

Which member try’s to bring home stray animals and who says no?

Tony can’t help but have a soft spot for animals somewhere in his heart, never forgetting the childlike desire he had to own one, so he’ll often come home with a little stray cat or dog he found on the side of the road when he’s gone out, or even when on a mission where he finds one in the wreckage. He always looks up at you pleadingly with the poor animal in his hands, and although you know all too well that neither of you have enough time to really put all the attention and care into having a pet, you do fold for a few days- if only to see him happy- before sending the little baby off in a shelter.

What are some non special activities that they do together?

You guys like to do your work in the same space together, and although many people find it as an ‘old couple thing’ because you guys sit down and basically spend the next two hours like you’re in an office instead of in your own home, you two couldn’t care less. Tony especially, loves these moments between you guys. He loves feeling your presence next to him when he’s working, whether he’s doing boring paperwork, or looking over blueprints of his many inventions, he lives looking never to see you at your own little desk that he got for you once you started coming down to his lab to work with him, and him less than five feet away. He loves how domestic and right it feels, something so simple being done in comfortable silence gives him a newfound peace that he doesn’t want to ever end.

You guys also like to take long drives together. You’ll just sit back in the passenger seat with your hand interlocked with yours, as he drives along a road on a mountain, and the wind lapping at your faces.

What are some things they don’t agree on?

You don’t like how much of an effort he puts into the Avengers. You see how he gives his all to them and everything concerning them, and you can’t help but feel like it is taken advantage of when they don’t do the same. It defiantly irks you, so you take it upon yourself to remind him all the time how good he is to you, and how everyone is to have him as Iron Man.

Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

Tony is full of impulsive actions, and you are the voice of reason when he relays his plans to you (if he’s even gotten as far as telling you without acting first). You saw a lot of how impulsive he is through the relationship between you guys. It started with him getting you a new car when lightly complaining about your own sputtering too often for your own liking. Or when you described a certain craving of flavored ice cream you’ve had and immediately finding 5 tubs of it in the freezer. It was little things like that that had you realizing that Tony is a man that simply doesn’t thinks, he acts. You’ve gotten through to him pretty effectively that he understands how to reel in his impulses a bit, although sometimes you’ll still come home to about 3 bags of your favorite fast food restaurant after saying you would like one of their burgers. But you just shake away those little moments with a small smile now.

Who’s more likely to laugh at their own jokes?

Tony 100%. He’s convinced that there’s no one funnier and wittier than himself, and he fuels this claim by indulging himself with a laugh sometimes.

Who is “more loved” by the in-laws?

Tony. His charms, wit, fame, and money have gotten him in the good graces of your family rather quickly. Plus his genuine love and devotion to you just cemented their already positive outlook on him. And as for you, you never got to meet Tony’s parents so you just take his word that they would love you to heart.

Who is more likely to get jealous?

Tony, because ofc. Even though he knows you love him he can’t help but bristle at any person who looks at you a certain way, or talks to you flirtatiously as if you didn’t have a shining $15,000 golden ring on your finger. That’s when his arrogance takes a whole other level, and he saddles up next to you to proceed to try to intimidate this person.

Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

Without question, Tony is always the one staying up too late. With his sleep deprivation, and his mind that runs miles per second with new ideas and creations that he just can’t sit still. And you know this so while you do indulge him a couple of more hours to work on whatever he’s doing, you’ll still go over and drag him to bed, silencing his protests with your own rebuttals. In the end though you always have a way to convince him to go to bed, since he’s easily swayed by your words and actions;)

Who’s messier?

Pffff, Tony💀 This man has his lab scattered with tools, papers, rags, some random shit that you’re not even sure belongs there in a lab, but he always claims that he knows where everything is, cause everything’s has its place. You’re not entirely convinced until he requested in great detail where to find his red screwdriver admist all the mess and you find it exactly where he said.

What was the most surprising thing they learned about one another once they started dating?

A surprising thing you learned about Tony is how much of his inventions connect to him. When you saw the correlation between J.A.R.V.I.S and the butler Tony had as a child, or DUM-E and how Tony would rather die than actually give him away despite his warnings, it all allowed you to see Tony in a more personal light. It allowed you to understand him more, and when you saw a new invention placed in the lab that was coincidentally painted in streaks of your favorite color, and was there for the purpose of ‘reminding me what I fight for, sweetheart’ you couldn’t help but absolutely melt.

His surprise came from realizing how much experience you have with close to close combat. He remembered when you guys decided to playfully box each other in the ring, and Tony was hopping around and squinting at you playfully before being caught by the surprise of launching towards him, and pinning him to the ground. It surprised him as much as it excited him.

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Thank you so much for reading, hope you all enjoyed<33

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comic tony is so cute it fucking kills me

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Omggg, I love your cute tony

Can I request please a morning cuddles and kisses with him?? And of course, cuddles turn into a lazy and romantic morning sex 🤤 (female reader)

Thank youuu!

Tony Stark Masterlist

A/n: I love this request so much, honestly think about this too often🌚

Soft Pecks

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tony just can’t resist you when you lay like that. When you look so beautiful, so enticing, so angelic first thing in the morning, that he can’t help himself. Especially not when you turn towards him, sneaking a little smile that does nothing to quell his imagination.

Notes: sweet, fluff, love sick Tony, sleepy, so domestic and intimate honestly, enjoy luvss💞

Tony woke up first that day. It came as a surprise honestly, since you usually always woke up first, Tony too tired from the previous work the night before to even do anything else but sleep. But this time, he had blinked awake first, his mind too noisy and thoughtful to allow his body to stay asleep. It bothered him, seeing as he hardly had any sleep to begin with, but he knew it would be a fruitless to try and go back to sleep now, so he just huffed, and he shrugged himself awake, stretching slightly on the bed. His legs hit yours, his mind blearily registering that, and he turned his head sluggishly to the other side of the bed. And that’s when his glazed, sleep riddled eyes saw you.

You, who looked so beautiful, so peaceful, and so perfect laying next to him, that he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. He couldn’t help the way his chest felt warm, and eyes turn soft. He also couldn’t help the way little Tony perked up to attention when he observed his wife’s flimsy tank top, and panties peaking from underneath the covers.

He scooted closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, wondering how you even escaped his embrace throughout the night(he never let that happen, making sure you guys were entangled like a pretzel before drifting off), and he trailed light kisses along your shoulder.

That had you waking you up, your eyebrow scrunching slightly, and body twitching as you sifted in his grasp. He chuckled lowly, seeing your arms move when his beard tickled your neck, giving you little scratches that he kissed away. He sucked at a particular spot that always had you arching into him, and this time wasn’t any different. Especially when you let out a little moan too. Now you were awake.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he kissed you on your nose when you turned to look at him. Your eyes were still droopy, half lidded with sleep. You fully turned in his embrace, making him turn to his side smiling softly as he watched you wrap yourself around him. You lifted your leg to go over his hip, curling it around his thigh to bring him closer and you wrapped your arms around his waist, digging your head in his naked chest. You started kissing all around the arc reactor, an action that never failed to make him shiver.

“Mmmm, you naughty girl,” he felt your light giggle against his chest, still hoarse with sleep, and never once did you let up on your onslaught of kisses. He pulled you in tighter, a hand rubbing down your back to get a firm grip on your butt, and the other one gripping your neck, keeping your precious lips close. He groaned softly feeling lax and at ease with your soft pecks. With you guys basically melding into one, you could definitely feel little Tony now. And you seemed to like his presence with the way you smiled into his skin, sucking a slightly mark on his skin. He gripped you even tighter.

“I bet this is why you were wanting to wake me up, huh?” You ground yourself against him, and he groaned again, arching into you. Your slightly rugged voice did nothing to quell his excitement, and breathed out softly. “Maybe,” he mumbled into your hair, breathing deeply through his nose, feeling your hand running through the muscles of his back. He continued on, his words low and husky, basically growling them in your ear with a cocky grin. “You know I can’t help myself when I’m with you.”

You laughed, a little breathless, and a little desperate too when you felt his delicious hard-on rub against your clit, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care, not when Tony was touching you so tenderly, and holding you so close. Obviously feeling so needy for you. So you slid a hand down, gripping him through his flimsy boxers, loving the light grunt you gave you when you did. He always was so sensitive in the morning.

“Mmmm, show me how much I make you lose control, Tony.” You said the words teasingly, knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger already, with the way he was hungrily humping your palm, and that he’d do anything you wanted, that you didn’t even have to ask. He always loved to please.

So he happily moved his hands to raise your leg higher on his hips, and slide your thin, loose panties to the side, revealing your dripping core. He bit his lip and closed his eyes in bliss as he ran his fingers through your wetness, thick digits mapping out your quivering pussy. He felt you wrap an arm around his neck, and the one that was lightly jacking him was now lowering his boxers to place them under his balls. Enough space for him to move.

You wrapped your other hand on his back, lightly gripping his shoulder blade, and he shoved his face back in your neck, nibbling at the supple skin. He gripped each asscheek with both hands, using that grip to lift you up slightly and hover you above his tip. He lifted his head, wanting to see your beautiful eyes when he entered you. He was met with you staring back at him, eyes coaxing his own darken, honeyed one’s. He smiled. “You ready beautiful?” You huffed, panting already and leaking down your thighs, feeling so needy for him that you could barely control yourself. You dug your nails in his skin, and responded to him breathlessly, “Yes Tony, yes~! I’m always ready for you baby.”

He huffed a smile at your words, and surged forward to kiss you passionately on your lips. At the same time he slowly entered himself inside you. You ate up his throaty groan, and he ate up your trembling moan. He started moving inside you with slow, deep thrusts, feeling his spine flare up at the wet sounds your juices elicited from his movements. You slightly drooled at the mouth, jaw hanging open in euphoria as your lips still stayed attached, both of you guys too lost in the pleasure to put any focus on kissing properly. The whole time you guys muttered praises to each other.

“Oh, sweetheart, squeezing me so tight..”

“Tony~ fuckkk, feel you so deep~”

He was kept the pace slow and sensual, but his thrusts were getting deeper, hitting that beautiful spot within you. Your hands scrambled to grip his hair, giving him sloppy kisses and grinding your hips into his as much as you could. You moaned, high and needy, and he groaned back, horny and desperate.

“Fuck, fuck- sweetheart, m’close…. Hah- so close~”

“Ohhh~ me too, Tony… mmmMhH~”

You scratched his back, and Tony gripped bruises into your ass as you both simultaneously came together. You whined against his ear, shoving your face against him, eyes scrunched his pleasure as Tony moaned lowly, biting your shoulder and muffling his sounds against your skin, trying to gain some control of himself.

You both panted, and Tony loosened his hold on you as you deflated on top of him. You both still held each other close, and you could fee his arc reactor pressing against the valley of your breaths, digging at some of the plump flesh too.

Strangely, it didn’t hurt, in fact, it felt intimately close. You could physically feel his heart against yours, your own thumping loudly and bouncing off the cool surface of the arc reactor. Your eyes flicked down at it, seeing the glow of his life source reflect against both of your guys skin. It was almost like looking into his soul, and you don’t know why it affected you as much as it did, but you held him closer to you.

You lifted your head up and met his own soft, dreamy gaze. He was smiling like an idiot and you knew you were no better, feeling your cheeks hurt at how hard you were smiling too. It only stretched more when you laughed as he broke the gentle silence.

“I love you.”

You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, feels his eyes lash brush the apple of your cheek as it fluttered closed at the gesture.

“I thought the sex was amazing too, T.”

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Luuuuuved this. Hope you guys enjoyed, thank you so much for reading<333

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Can you write a Tony x Tall!Reader? :)

Tony Stark Masterlist

A/n: ahhh love this🫶 I personally think Tony’s brain would short circuit if he was with someone taller than him. that horny bastard would absolutely foam at the mouth for that. So I turned this fic into a sexual one 🌚

Summary: Tony didn’t expect to like the height difference between you guys as much as he did.

Notes: horny Tony, dirty thoughts, subby Tony cause he’s just as delicious as dom tony, porn with little plot, smutty, honestly probably a size difference kink hidden in there

Tony didn’t think that you being taller than him would affect him this much.

He didn’t expect that the first time he met you- having to crane his neck slightly to be able to even look up at you- that later on you’d be on his mind all night. That he’d be stuck on just how much you towered over him when he would replay the interaction in his head.

He honestly couldn’t believe that he was losing sleep thinking about that.

He just blamed it on mindless ogling. He was a horn dog, of course he’d be thinking about the surprisingly tall, attractive agent he talked to that morning. Of course a beautiful women would keep him thinking, who wouldn’t when meeting such a girl? But when his thoughts drifted to other unsavory things, he knew it was just more than that.

Cause the next time he saw you, he’d notice just how much your legs added to your height. Those delicious thighs that extended to your lengthy calf’s, making up your whole leg that connected to a firm bottom he so badly wanted to touch-

Your voice saying his name had him breaking out of his train of thought, and for the first time in a while he had the sense to feel some shame, shame on the thoughts he was having about you. But he just couldn’t help it. Not when you were standing there like a goddess, your posture oozing confidence and dominance, with how tall and proud you stood.

He tried in vain to stop these thoughts when talking to you before they went into that forbidden area. That area that he only saved for the night in the dark when he was alone in his room, and protected by his security coded walls. He still saw flashes of it despite his best efforts when you leaned back against the counter with your hips, legs extending in front of you, and crossing tantalizingly at the ankle as you continued talking about some intel he really should’ve been listening too.

Flashes of what those legs would look like wrapped around his waist, those thighs crushing his head as you rode his face, towering over him and looking down at him with that satisfied smirk he knew he could wring out of you-

He left that day with the excuse of having to report to Pepper.

The next few interactions with you went sort of like this, except Tony felt like you saw right through him every time.

He felt it every time his eyes trailed down your torso and legs, and in turn he felt your gaze burning his face.

He felt it every time you would ask him a question with a specific glint in your eyes and innocent tilt of your head, standing over him, that he was rendered speechless for a few moments.

He felt it when you would smirk knowingly whenever he faltered with his words when you would stretch in front of him.

These instances confirmed two things about you.

One, that you were all too aware about his less than subtle interest in you.

And two, was that you were a major tease.

He didn’t know why these facts excited him as much as they made him nervous.

Because it was dangerous territory he was playing with when he decided to start being more bold with his looks and words. He knew just how much of a hole he would throw himself in if he started playing your game- a game you were a master in, no doubt going to completely obliterate him when he even tried to challenge you with his words. It made him shiver in desire in fear. His actions, although bold and naughty, had the desired effect on you in his eyes.

Because he didn’t find himself caring that after weeks of stepping around each other, you finally acted on both of your guys desires, roughly grabbing him when he was passing by you in the empty hallway of the Avengers tower, and shoving him into a separate, dark little broom closet to kiss him senseless.

You pulled his hair, scratched his neck, shoved your tongue in his mouth, and forced his face up to meet yours, treating him like you would a toy. Using him for your own pleasure.

He loved it.

He loved the filth he felt in himself at being manhandled like this, and loved how he ever so slightly had to go on his tip toes just to reach your lips. He loved having someone bigger than him in control. He loved it a lot.

And that was how you guys started your little friends with benefits situation.

He would eat you out in an empty conference room with your strong long legs locking behind his head, and pushing into his back. You’d give him a quick handy in his car when your guy’s lunches aligned and then make him lick the cum off your fingers. He’d finger you at breaks, you’d blow him in the bathroom, etc. Your guys routine pretty much stuck to work hours. And oh, was he ever so grateful for the day you would break that routine.

It was during the last five minutes of your guys shift- the only time where Tony didn’t have anyone in his office- and Tony had you sitting on his face, your long legs planted on the armrests of his huge and very sturdy office chair while he went crazy in drinking you up. After he was finished, successfully making you come he expected you to get off him, and clean up a bit with the tissues on his desk, give him a few little kisses that he would think about tonight before you left him to jerk off by himself. It’s what you guys always did when you met up this late at the end of the day. But then You surprised him. You surprised him by dropping your naked lower half on his lap, looking into his eyes with a breathless smile. You intertwined your arms around his neck pulling him close and not giving him any room to say anything, already devouring his mouth the minute you were face to face with him. You tasted yourself enthusiastically, licking his lips and sucking on his tongue, treating him with a new passion he had never felt before with you. He couldn’t help but feel himself bursting against his pants. Especially when you pulled back with a wet smack and satisfied smile, licking your lips breaking off the string of saliva connecting you guys together. You leaned into his ear to declare:

“I’m going to finally fuck you, Tony. I’m going to fuck you so hard in this chair that you’ll pass out.”

And he almost did when you said those words, taking a few moments to gather himself before eagerly nodding, his hands flying down to undo his belt. You smile down at him, seemingly loving the way he was eager, and desperate, and needy. Even he couldn’t deny how pussy whipped you had him. He wouldn’t have it any other way though.

Because as soon as he caught sight of you hovering over him in the chair and getting ready to line him up with you, his body slumped and lax and pliant under you, he knew he couldn’t have anyone else make him feel this way.

Just the way he wanted.

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Thank you so much for reading<33 got a bit carried away with this one luvs, but it was just too fun of an idea not to!

[plumsandpotatoes]

Hello! How do you feel about hurt/comfort? How about having the reader heal Tony after the mission when he gets badly enough injured?

Tony Stark Masterlist

A/n: yesss, love me some hurt/comfort and Tony hardly gets any😩

Slim Jim’s and Cheap Beer(Blurb)

Summary: after you come to surprise Tony after a couple of days apart from each other due to his mission, you take matters into your own hands when you see him coming back all battered and tired.

Notes: hurt tony, sad tony, he’s hurting man, understanding reader, soft reader, comfort food

Exhausted.

That was the word Tony would use to sum up how he felt right now.

He’d just come back from a mission, a fucking hard mission that required more close contact than he’d anticipated, and it definitely took its toll on his body. The suit was dented and scratched in multiple places, some parts ripped or burned off, and his skin beneath those parts were stinging so painfully in a way where he’d already gotten numb to it. His face was littered with scratches and scabs, he had to take off the helmet Galway into battle after a particularly hard hit. So now he has to update that, and that would be a pain in the ass with the multiple bruises already blooming on his arms and torso, throbbing and swelling in pain.

Sigh.

He just wanted to go home.

So as soon as he finished his mission he didn’t waste anytime making his way to the penthouse, flying with what little fuel he had left in the suit. He was so intent on going home, that he didn’t care enough for the window he busted through when he carelessly crashed into it to het to his bedroom. He did care for the shout he heard though.

He jolted up in a sitting position, groggily turning towards the source of the noise. He was met with the sight of you sitting up on his bed, presumably having jumped on it when he crashed in since you still had on your jacket and shoes. He saw a bag on the floor, various items spilled. Mainly cheap beer cans, and a couple of Slim Jim’s scattered on the floor, all from the gas station.

(It made his heart clench, a sense of nostalgia running through him at the memories of you stopping by many times before with the same crinkling bag with various mundane items in them.)

You were breathing heavily, eyes wide and mouth open as you stayed stock still on the bed. You two continued to stare each other down in the dust flying around air from Tony’s harsh- and very careless- landing, before you let out a deep breath, an exasperated smile on your lips. “Holy shit! You scared the crap out of me!”

He watched as you breathlessly laughed and flopped backwards on the bed with your arms splayed out, body shaking with your laughter. Despite the all types of pain he felt right now, his lips slowly stared tilting up into his own smile when watching you, unable to resist admiring your carefree self, but he was quickly startled when you sat up suddenly, looking at him with a worried expression. So you’ve noticed.

“Tony! Oh my god, I didn’t even-,”

You clambered off the bed, and he listened to your shoes clambering on the floor, stepping on the glass from the window as you hurried to him. The closer you got the more apprehensive your steps became, and he could feel your nervous and worrisome look from above him as he now focused his eyes on your shoes. When you stopped right in front of him, he looked up at you, seeing your hands hanging out in front of you like you wanted to grab him, hold him maybe, but you kept them floating uselessly in the air.

He watched your eyes scanning over his body, taking in the battered suit and blood fully, visibly wincing at some of his cuts. He hated the heartbreak he detected in your eyes when you finally looked back at his faces. He never wanted to cause you any kind of distress, and he hated the way it made your eyes shine when you looked at him with a sad frown. You instead schooled it into a sad smile when you noticed him getting lost in his thoughts, and quietly uttered his name, so quiet it was more like you were mouthing it.

“Tony.”

You wordlessly bent down, sitting on your knees and cupped his face. He stayed silent, heart beating out of his chest as he had no idea what to expect from such soft treatment, and almost even already addicted to it. That thought was confirmed when he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into your hands when you cupped his face. His eyes fluttered slightly, and he placed one of his hands on your thigh heavily, the suit whirring tiredly at the movement.

He would sleep here if you’d let him, he mindlessly thought.

His eyes fully closed when you leaned in and gave him a soft, wet kiss in between his eyes, and he didn’t think he could describe any better bliss than the type he was feeling right now.

Your chin resting on his nose, and lips lingering between the spot they claimed, with wisps of your eyelashes faintly brushing against his skin. It was all so comforting in a way he never wanted to live without, and it was exactly what he needed right now. He could already feel his body going limp and lax in your gentle hold. He could definitely drop dead asleep right now.

Your thumbs stroking his cheeks had him slowly lifting his eyelids open again, and he was convinced for a moment that he was hallucinating a goddess with the way the moonlight did wonders to your form, illuminating your body magically and making your skin glow. Paired with your adoring eyes and perfect smile- he’d didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more beautiful.

You leaned your forehead against the side of his head, nimble fingers moving to take off the upper part of his suit manually. He dropped his head to your shoulder and let his eyes droop closed. Your enchanting voice spoke in his ear as you worked.

“After I get this off of you, we’re gonna go shower, okay?” You didn’t continue until he nodded, and he only did so if just to hear your beautiful voice again, your soft timbre lulling him in a peaceful state of mind. He practically soared when your voice continued speaking.“And then,” on part removed from his neck, “you’re gonna sit down for me while I clean you up.” Another slow nod from him. By now you were able to get the whole chest part of his suit off, and he felt like he could finally breathe. “And then,” a loving stroke down his back, and lips pressed against his temple, “we’re gonna get dressed, drink some of the cheap beer I bought that you always complain about, and lay down in the guest room.” The lightest kiss pressed against his head. “Okay?”

This time he replied, turning his head to face you and propping his chin up on your shoulder. He smiled at you, and you looked back at him, continuing to run his back. You gave him your own beautiful smile. His own grew tiredly when he witnessed that.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

He stayed smiling throughout the gentle kiss you planted on his lips.

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Hope you guys liked this! And as always, thank you so much for reading<333

[plumsandpotatoes]

Mfs be like "oh he's my babygirl<3" or "he whimpers fr" or "submissive and breedable". And then the whole character tag is like FULL of that character being dominant and topping the reader. Ummm?? Excuse me, but I thought we were gonna be making them ride us until all that's left are pretty little tears, nonsensical babbling, constant begging, relentless whimpering, knees buckling, thighs trembling, hips twitching, frantic gripping, feverish sobbing, and loud moaning, all from a hot, needy mess desperate for release???

[plumsandpotatoes]

Can you write loss of virginity with young tony stark and female reader? 👀🤤

Tony Stark Masterlist

A/n: oui🌚

Summary: You and Tony get heated one afternoon while in his dorm, and you find yourself wanting to take things further with him. He wants to too, and that couldn't have been better for you. If only you didn't have a little problem nagging you that could get in the way of this. He didn't need to know right?

Notes: soft Tony, literally so soft, first times, references to past sexual experiences, Tony loves you so much, patient Tony, supportive Tony, perfect Tony, enjoyyy<3

“Ah, mmfph! Tony..!”

“Yes. Yes, say my name, say my name-,”

Your and Tony’s deep pants quickly heated the dim lit room, making sweat moisten your skin tantalizing, and it did nothing more but fuel your desire for him.

You were in his dorm on his bed with him between your legs, wrapped around him shamelessly as you guys rutted against each other. He was sucking your neck, having already placed multiple marks on your exposed skin, and you left many indents on his shirtless back.

It felt way more heated than any of the instances either of you had ever gone with each other.

This night had started out as a harmless hangout, both of you guys deciding to relax in his dorm with a movie after eating out together. Of course, with the lingering looks and heated touches passed between you two, there was no way it would stay innocent. So here you were, a half naked Tony on top of you and smothering you with kisses while you continued rubbing enthusiastically against him. It was definitely having the desired effect if his tented pants were anything to go by.

He broke away from the kiss with a wet smack immediately shoving his face into your neck, panting out his warm breath against your skin. He halted your movements with a strong grip on your hips, pinning them to the bed.

“Ah- sweetheart. If you keep going I’ll, I’ll-,”

“Tony.”

He groaned at the sound of his name coming out of your pretty little mouth and went back to kissing you. He was now following your movements with a new vigor, spreading his knees to have your legs open up more for him. You couldn’t help but moan softly in his mouth, feeling the hard on in his jeans rub against your- well, Tony’s thin pajama pants, almost feeling the rough material through it. It made sparks fly throughout your body. It also made you all the more desperate to try and do what you've been too hesitant to act on.

Being intimate with Tony in the most passionate way.

Or in other words, you wanted to fuck his brains out.

You wanted to have sex with him so bad, craved to kiss his naked skin and feel him throb inside you. You wanted to strip him of his clothes and feel every bump and dip and roll on his body. You desperately wanted him to do the same to you, but ... You were a virgin. And you didn't really know what Tony would think of that.

You hadn't really told him that you'd never had sex, and he's never asked so you took it as something that was so unimportant it didn't need to be brought up at all, and that relieved you heavily.

Until you started thinking too much into it.

Because it was highly likely that Tony believed you had at least some experience with how you guys have been proceeding in your relationship. And with how far you had taken it with each other, it did seem that way.

You guys were too filled with lingering teen hormones to not have done anything, and in the span of your romantic relationship you had sucked him off multiple times, humped him dry, and given him enough hand jobs to be able to turn him putty with just a brush of your fingers agains his leg. In turn, he's eaten you out, fingered you, and sucked on your sweet spots enough to have you gushing just from his sinful lips. You guys had basically done everything except the actual deed itself. So, it would seem that you guys were building up to it, and with the way you guys naturally fell into each other it also seemed that you also knew what you were doing. But you seriously did not.

His first reaction to you guys turning sexual should've been a blaring red light that he probably thought you weren't as untouched as you really were, and that could have been where you made it clear you’ve never done anything like this with anyone but yourself.

But that missed opportunity went a long way.

It was after he'd fingered you with the permission of your hand leading his wrist to your pants, and your eyes staring at him headily when he looked up to see your reaction that you had actually first touched each other. When he finished making you cum on his fingers, you had surprised him by placing your hand down his pants, stroking him languidly. You watched his reactions closely, a little nervous about it not feeling good for him but you happily concluded that he liked the way you were touching him when he arched his hips into your hand and groaned. That was the first time you had touched him. It was also the first time you had sucked him off.

Because while you were jerking him off, still high on the orgasm he had given you, you had pushed your shirt down enough to have your breasts spill over and push into his face. His eyes lit up at the sight like a little kid on Christmas and he didn’t waste any time latching his lips on your nipples. Despite that moment having been the first time you guys touched each other with your clothes half off, you wanted more. You had expected yourself to feel scared and maybe a little overwhelmed with how much you had already done, but in that moment you wanted to actually have sex with him. You felt so ready to do it, that you almost asked him. But it was still too soon in the relationship, for either of you. So you opted to just drop down to your knees and suck him off.

You had him panting and gripping the couch cushions, sweaty and moaning into the room as you sucked him off as best as you could. You honestly didn't know what you were doing, just going off of what you've read, and heard from your friends. But nonetheless, Tony loved it.

When he came all over his stomach, picking you off him to be polite before he did all though in you horny hindbrain you would've loved to taste him, he stayed panting and trembling for a good few minutes. You leaned against the back of the couch with your body pressed to him, stroking his hair languidly with a soft smile, the smile only widening when he lolled his head to you and declared with a breathless pant, "You just rendered me speechless with the best head I've ever received babe." In the moment you had scoffed dismissively with a glowing blush and equally glowing smile as you playfully shook your head at him, glad to have not been bad during your first time in sucking anyone- but most of all, him, off.

But thinking back at it now, you recalled the awe sincerity he had in his breathless words, and his voice held the air that he actually did believe that this was something you had done before. At least, the implication was heavy. And it scared you.

Especially now when you wanted to reveal to him just how much farther you wanted to go with him.

His hand slipped down to firmly rub at your crotch through the pants, and it made you moan long enough for your thoughts to forget about the looming uneasiness in you. It was also enough for Tony to give you one harsh rub before leaning away to stop your guys’ actions before they went too far. Like he always respectfully did.

But no.

Not this time.

So you locked your legs at his waist keeping his pressed against you, gathering the courage to get ready and tell him what you wanted. He looked up at you with furrowed brows, cheeks still lustfully flushed and eyes blown out. He looked like a delicious mess. It just reminded you all the more that you wanted to do this.

So you swallowed down your nerves, and looked Tony in the eyes so that he knew you meant what you were saying. That you were serious. He met your stare with his own intrigued one, curious and a little lost on what you were doing. It was your soft words that made his eyes shift in realization.

"I want you, Tony."

Now it was his turn to swallow. He scanned your face, blatantly searching for any hint of a joke or uncertainty that would be present, not finding any semblance of it on your hard set face. He dragged his shining eyes back to your own soft, vulnerable ones, and stared at you for a few moments. You hesitantly stared back, getting nervous at his silence, and felt glad when he finally spoke up.

"Are you sure?" His words were clear and firm, and you immediately loved him even more for the the consent he wanted from you. It warmed your heart, knowing that most college boys would just straight away get into the deed instead of having any other consideration of what was happening. But not your Tony. So you didn't hesitate to respond at all, even if it was with a little bit of breathless desperation.

"Yes. Yes, I want this with you Tony, I- I want to have sex with you."

He let out a strangled breath in your face, and before you could react, he pressed his body flat onto yours and was pressing his lips on yours intently. His kiss was hard on your lips, but soft at the same time as he molded your mouths together- tender would be the perfect word to describe it and that was exactly how you wanted this to go.

He continued to further attack your throat and chest, generously sucking on the flesh while still grinding against you with more of a calculated purpose instead of the desperate lust like before. He obviously knew what he was doing. It… intimidated you a bit. Gladly you were able to stop that unappealing sting of anxiety from overtaking you when Tony looked up with a reddened face, and smiled so adoringly.

God, he was so perfect.

Tony was being so sweet right now- always has been sweet, and you knew that he would only continue to be so with how graciously he undressed you, so much care in those strong fingertips. Your cheeks heated up whenever he stopped what he was doing to stare at you with inquiring eyes, asking reassuring words of 'is this okay?' 'are you comfortable?' 'still doing good, pretty girl?'

Maybe you didn't have to tell him you were a virgin. It didn't have to matter. With the way he was treating you so preciously, you knew that you would have an enjoyable first time with him. And you didn’t want to spoil that. You could easily hide the pain that you knew you would feel, right? He didn't have to worry about holding back with you.

So you enjoyed him fingering you with those two thick and long fingers after he slid your panties off, and you gladly came on them with a hoarse shout while he sucked your breast into his warm, hot mouth. You let him lay you on your back, and let him kiss you senseless as he rummaged through the little nightstand he had next to his bed. You already knew what he was searching for, and you knew that's why the little crinkle of the foil packet drowned out the heavenly pants surrounding you.

But it's okay, it's okay, the mantra of those words grounding you the tiniest bit when Tony stood up on his knees to place the condom on his standing prick. He rolled it down his hard, wet cock, looking at you with a smile when he was done. He languidly lifted his hand to stroke it up and down, the other one leaning down to rub your clit with his calloused thumb, never breaking eye contact with you, panting heavily as he observed your reaction. You moaned, pumping your hips into his hand, painfully clenching around nothing. Painfully. Pain.

It would hurt really bad.

Tony leaned down on one hand, knees still planted firmly in-between your legs, and you caught him lifting his hand from your pussy to rub his cock again before he dropped the head of it on your clit. It felt so good you almost moaned. But your fear completely overshadowed that, the hot touch on you bringing the reality of the situation crashing into you.

"I'mavirgin."

Silence was now the only sound in the little dorm. Tony paused at your words, getting completely still, halting all movements. It was quiet for a long few moments, and you knew he was taking his time to process what you said. Here he was, hovering over your naked body with his naked, and his fat, impressive cock still lying on your clit. The scene was too ridiculous to be playing out right in front of you, that you just couldn't have held in your laughter no matter how hard you tried.

He looked down at you from your huff of a chuckle, and when you took in his rosy cheeks, the huff of laughter turned into an embarrassed giggle and your hands flew to hide your face.

"Oh Tony!" You laughed sheepishly. He soon started joining you, laughing more intently the more he took in your embarrassed demeanor, and you were rocking your body side to side as your laugh continued getting more harsh and breathless.

"Ohhhh Tony." You repeated, sliding your hands down your face to only reveal your eyes, still shining with hints of laughter and embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

Tony shook his head at you, still shaking with remnants of laughter, making you awkwardly laugh along in nervousness. He lowered himself on his forearms, now looking at you with warm eyes and a soft smile. Looking at you so lovingly. It made you fall silent at his intense look, and your blush deepened when you met his eyes.

"Oh sweetheart. Why didn't you tell me?" He didn't sound angry at all when he mumbled those words, at least not in the way you expected him to. In fact he sounded genuinely curious and neutral, just wanting to hear what you would say. That was enough for you to completely relax, and you blew out the breath you were holding, sliding your hands fully off your face to rest on top of your stomach. You still couldn't calm your nerves enough to stop from fiddling with your fingers though.

"I don't know Tony, I-"

You looked back into his doe eyes for a quick second before they drifted away to the mole on his shoulder. This guy loved you so much, and there was no way he was possible of judging you. Which is why it really was stupid of you to hide this from him. The mere thought of him even having a problem with you being a virgin made you literally laugh out loud. Literally. Tony reeled back a bit at that eyebrows shooting up, and head titling slightly again, chuckling unsurely along with a questioning smile. He plopped his head on his fist as his other hand poked your side teasingly, and his natural demeanor comforted you in a way you needed right now. “Commonnnn, what’s up? Why didn’t you tell me, babe?”

You looked back at him, still chuckling a bit, wanting so badly to cover your face up again. Instead your blush just deepened, and you mumbled out embarrassed, "I thought that it would turn you off."

He then fully reeled back at that, arm dropping from his face, making you scared for a moment that you were right before he threw his head back and started laughing. Full on, bellyaching, body shaking, laughing.

You scoffed at him, shoving him with a scandalized 'Tony!' making him lean down to hug you to his chest, still laughing. He laid you guys to your sides, chest still shaking with laughter that made you move up and down with him. You grunted at him, and it was only then that he relented.

“Baby…," he breathed out. "Why would that ever turn me off?”

You shrugged shyly at his- almost offended- questioning tone, feeling silly now for hiding this. “I just- well- you know. You’re used to that sort of stuff, and I’m not, and… I just thought that you wouldn’t want to deal with that.”

He was silent for a few moments, taking in your insecure words before huffing and shaking his head fondly at you with a grin. "Ohhhh man. Did you really think I'd have a problem with your hot bod never experiencing the throes of pleasure? Honestly, I am so surprised that you think so low of me, dear-,"

You shoved Tony's shoulder, resulting in him giving you a shit eating grin before it softened into something more genuine and he continued his speech lightly, "Seriously though. I’d never feel that way. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest that you’re a virgin, or don’t know what to do or- anything. I’d gladly be with you every step of the way for this, Y/n.” He leaned down to kiss you, the kiss slow and tender, and filled with every bit of reassurance you needed. You cautiously held his face in your hands, getting lost in the kiss. When he pulled back, you let out a deep breath and shifted your hands to his shoulders. You gripped them to get more of his attention, and when he was staring straight into your eyes focused instead of the half lidded gaze he had on your lips, you let him know where you were at right now. "Tony... I- I still want to have sex with you. Right now." You silenced his concerned gaze with your next words firmly. "I'm ready. Always have been."

He inhaled sharply at that, looking at your face with a stubbornly calculating gaze before asking softly, "You sure?" Before you can nod and confirm that you wanted this more than anything, he cut in more firmly. "You have to be positive. I don't want you to feel like you have to-"

You interrupted him with a laugh, stroking the side of his face and responding, "I don't feel like I have to, T, I want to." You swallowed a little, your eyes fluttering down to his chest and way down below. "I want to really bad."

He smiled a little cockily as he saw your stare stray down his body, and with another swallow from him, and an 'okay' softly leaving his mouth, he went back to kissing you.

This kiss was more paced and considerate, instead of passionate and intense. This time he took his time in feeling your body up, flitting and pressing his hands on your breasts, and rubbing your stomach almost like he was rubbing away the nerves that you felt there. And then, finally, he placed his hand flat on your core, rubbing it up and down slowly with the heel of his palm to the tips of his fingers. He got you even more wet than before, igniting you with a new passion that had you guiding your hand down to grip his hard cock. He breathed harshly as you stroked it up and down with your hand. He let out a strangled grunt when you placed the tip to rub on your clit, and he stopped your hands immediately. He kissed you, hard, placing himself flat on you and wrapping his arms around your waist to flip your positions.

Now you were on top of him, and he pulled back to explain quietly, “It’ll hurt less this way.”

You just nodded, trusting his words instead of your nerves, and leaned down to kiss him again. You still felt nervous, but with how Tony was groaning in your mouth and how wet and unbelievably horny you felt, you thought that this wouldn’t be too bad.

So you got yourself prepared, sitting up on top of his abs, and sliding further down, you lifted yourself on your knees and grabbed his cock, preparing to insert it inside yourself. Your lidded eyes stared into Tony’s as he encouraged you by putting his hand comfortingly on your hips.

When you felt the tip intrude your hole, and you had to stay still for a few moments, gasping at the slight intrusion. Tony gripped your hips tight to keep you upright, noticing your shaking legs. He was never gonna fit.

“T-Tony- you're so big-,” you whimpered out your discomfort, placing a hand on his chest to brace yourself. Tony himself too was gasping, feeling you squeeze his head so tightly he almost came on the spot. But that didn’t distract him from the fact that you were hurting right now. So he just grunted to you as calmly as he could, “I know sweetheart, let me just-,”

One of Tony’s hands left your hips to go to his mouth, and you watched as he licked them graciously, lathering them in spit before he lowered the to where you guys were connected. He started rubbing firm, wet circles on your clit, making the buzz of pain become dull to the spark of pleasure. You started sweating more, panting in pleasure now and successfully getting more wet. Really wet.

You sunk down more, his cock now halfway in your cunt, and it didn’t feel as bad as before. Still hurt but it was bearable . And so you lowered yourself all the way down until your guy's pelvises kissed. He groaned deep and long at that, and you let out a choked off moan, placing both hands on his chest. Tony put his hand back on your hips, squeezing them hard, and he husked out, “You take your time, sweetheart. Move when you feel ready, I’ll be waiting right. here.”

His words assured you more than you thought, his confident order having you able to try and breathe properly now that you had him impaling you. After a quick few moments of you shifting and tugging on him experimentally, you lifted yourself halfway off him before dropping yourself back down on him. You moaned loud and high at the way he hit you so deeply, and his muscles flexed, body turning taut in the vice grip you had his cock in. You looked down at him, his face scrunched in pleasure, his fingers digging into your hips before they loosened and he stroked them up towards your breasts. He rolled you pebbled nipples, making you arch into his warm, big hands, your own significantly smaller ones moving forward to cup his face. He turned his head to kiss your palm, and whispered, "You do whatever you want to me, sweetheart. I'm all yours tonight and nothing's gonna change that."

Your heart bursted at the love and control he was giving you, and smiled down at him, and gripped his face to lean down to kiss him full on his plump lips. He hummed against your mouth, his hands now kneading your butt, making your lower lips slightly lift off his cock and remind you all too much of its desirable presence.

You lifted yourself up again, shifting your knees to get a better position on top of him, and with a little smile thrown his way, you started riding him as deeply as you could. Your guy's synchronized moans were now the only sounds in the room until long in the night to the early morning.

Suffice to say that Rhodey wasn't too pleased to walk in on a bear ass naked Tony making a cup of coffee for you while you were in the bathroom

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Ahhh thank you so much for reading you guys, really hope I didn't disappoint, it was so fun to write this<3333

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Tony Stark Masterlist

Consist of stories of Tony Stark, young and old, AUs, headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, and anything else I’ve written for this sexy man;) Enjoy loves, feel free to request for more of himmm<333

Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Military!Reader (based on prompt, I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on your back in public and now I’m embarrassed)

Tony Stark x Co-Worker!Reader (based on prompt, don’t give me space that’s the last thing I want from you)

Tony wanting more with you after a one night stand (Headcanons)

NSFW Alphabet (headcanons)

Maybe it is Possible to Forget (Rewrite of im3 nightmare scene)

What It Really Was(based on request)

Valentines Day Gift

27 Minutes

38 Random Things With Tony Stark

Mumbled From A Balcony

I’d Be Glad To Make It Up To You

NSFW Alphabet for Tony Stark

Slim Jim’s and Cheap Beer

Tall!reader

Soft pecks

12 Random OTP’s

AUs

The Lady and the Tramp (based on Lady and the Tramp AU)

Couldn’t Ever Deny It (Pirate!Tony x Barmaid!Reader AU)

Mine, Pt.2 (alpha!SIM!Tony x Omega!Reader)

Young Tony Stark

Stay Tony POV, Reader POV

Felt Like Everything He Could’ve Hoped For

Headcanons of Study dates with Young Tony Stark

First time with Young!Tony

NSFW Alphabet for Young!Tony Stark

Mafia Tony Stark

Always waiting(Butler reader)

Sweetheart Reader POV Tony POV (Baker!Reader, based on Coffee Shop AU)

Break Up pt.1 pt.2

Led To (Family Doctor!Reader)

Piano Reader I. Want. Her, Little Ivory

Maybe

Headcanons of Alpha!Mafia! Tony Stark being protective over Omega!Pregnant Reader

One Night Stand

Should’ve Known But Didn’t Want To (Undercover reader)

Undying Loyalty(Butler!reader)

My Devotion To You(retired assassin reader)

And That Was A Promise(butler reader)

Superior Ironman

Mine, Pt.2, Escape (alpha!SIM!Tony x Omega!Reader)

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From Cali’ with Love

young!Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: mild sexual references/scene | fluff | kinda sad at first?

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: After his parents' passing, Tony leaves without a trace. Your only clues are a few doodled-on postcards from the Golden State that come in from time to time, but when an important day finally comes around that you'd once hoped to share with him, and no postcards or letters in sight, you have to wonder: did he finally forget?

Two years. Two years since your Tony ran away from all the shadows that haunted him here. So quick, he even left you behind. I can't stay here anymore, he'd said one night, barely able to even side-eye you. You could only nod, agreeing to go with him and as far as he needed. It haunted you when his only reply was turning away. Your family was here, your university was here, your friends were here-- he couldn't do that to you. No matter how willing you were. But you figured he wanted to run away from you, too. You'd seen too much. The tears that soaked his pillow and his snappish words when you tried to get him outside. You were as gentle with him as his mother was, and always by his side. You're pretty sure he just couldn't take the added pressure. And the only way to get it to stop was to just leave. Without telling you so that you couldn't argue with him or worry over him. Hopefully he knew what was best for him. So when the next few days were spent with an uncharacteristic amount of sorrys and the clinginess he'd lost had returned, you couldn't say you didn't know what was coming when you discovered he'd left. 

Of course you grew worried. Where had he even gone? Tony was always a survivor, but he'd hardly learned how to cope. He couldn't even find escape through his new job. Not when he had to pick up right where his dad had left off. Not when you could practically hear Stane griping something along the lines of, "well, this is how your father did it!" Was he sleeping okay? He always had problems, but such a demanding job probably didn't help. He used to tell you that it helped when you were nearby. The thought of him alone in bed killed you as much as being alone in yours. Maybe he'd taken that fuzzy brown shark plush with him to keep him company. One of the sandbar sharks you got at the aquarium. Oftentimes you had to force yourself to stop thinking about it. After months of sorrow and suffering, you just knew it had to be him when your mom said you had unmarked mail. You'd pulled a small postcard from her hands, stiffly hurrying back to your room to investigate. 

Join Us in Malibu was printed fancily and across a clear blue sky, and colorful houses dotted a California coast. Your eyes were drawn to the obvious break in the flat horizon, a rising cliffside right at the edge of the ongoing beach. But it was quite the reason you were drawn to it. A childlike doodle of a house sat on top of the hill, complete with a little chimney and a squiggly line of smoke. Even with tears in your eyes, you giggled. You knew for a fact he could draw a little better than that, but maybe he knew you'd find it more endearing. You stared at it for a little longer, wondering if that was, in fact, the home he drew this up in. Flipping it over, you were disappointed to see that there were no notes written between the blank lines. There wasn't even a return address. But the little stamp he'd chosen to put in the corner was enough when you finally read it. White borders surrounded a cartoonish yellow sun rising over a churning ocean, two words on top and two words on the bottom: From Cali' with Love. 

For now, it was enough to know he was alive, and still thinking of you, hopefully as much as you thought of him. You anxiously waited for another one. Surely he'd send something else! Months went by again, and you swore you'd looked at that card every day. And with the start of the next semester came another! Big letters were filled with other images, but the bolder white outline spelled out a city you recognized much more this time. Los Angeles spelled out over its city skyline. Nothing popped out this time, but your heart raced when you turned it over. Halfway decent drawings of angelfish swam between the black lines, little lines of bubbles in the shapes of hearts came from their mouths. At the top was a shark, obviously drawn with a bit more care than the fish. And next to it was that same stamp. From Cali' with Love. You smiled, touching over the fish as if you could feel the hands that drew them. He must have found an aquarium he liked. You wondered if it had a cute cafe like the one here did. The one where you watched the light ripple shapes across his face as it filtered through churning water behind the glass and he'd always avoid getting seafood because he didn't want to offend the fish that swam by the glass. He joked about it, but you were pretty sure he legitimately felt bad. You could only hope to join him there one day, but hoping only made more tears fall, and you didn't want to smudge his cute drawings. 

Another semester, another postcard. You hoped he kept up the tradition. Santa Monica read in fancy yellow letters against a dusky blue sky. Below it was the famous Santa Monica pier with its Ferris wheel and colorful restaurant roofs. Though you had something else to inspect on the front, you excitedly flipped it over, ecstatic that this one had writing! 

      It's not as fun as coney 

      island was with you :(

Your smile was bittersweet as you read his semi-neat handwriting. The letters were always so close together but the spacing between his words was always a little too far apart. You knew how that felt. Turning the card back over, you briefly studied the part on the Ferris wheel that you and Tony had been in when the ride got stuck that one time. There were no silly doodles there, but you had already noticed the red lines that encircled a part of the beach. The shoreline stretched away from the pier towards you, mostly empty aside front the silhouettes of two figures holding hands. A red sharpied heart was doodled around them, one side flatter than the other (he was never very good at drawing hearts). The sentiment was nice, but any romantic beach walks didn't last very long when he was more interested in finding seashells and kicking chilly water your way. But maybe that was what made it romantic, especially when he got so excited to find those smaller, cone-shaped shells and presented them out to you in his palm. 

His next card was from Hollywood. You could make out the Walk Of Fame, which probably wasn't so empty of crowds in real life, surrounded by ornate buildings. Between them was a probably not geographically correct mountain side where the large white Hollywood sign sat. Nothing really stood out to you, so you flipped it over.  

    I haven't found my star

    yet, but I did find you 

You snorted, shaking your head as if he were in the room saying it. Always a flirt. Just like the others, it joined the pile on your nightstand, but not before making sure to read over your new favorite words: From Cali' with Love, to be reread and ogled until his next one came in. 

But you hadn't gotten one this semester. Had he forgotten? Maybe he got busy, or maybe it got lost and he couldn't have known. Your dependency on a few little cards was pitiful, but it was all you had of him. He hadn't even called! He knew the house number. Then again, it was easier to hide behind handwriting than to actually speak and keep up a conversation. You couldn't blame him for that, especially after the way he left. He'd been so ashamed even when he first brought it up, and his eyes had held such deep sorrow when he'd asked if you knew that he loved you. You'd already forgiven him, but he didn't know that.

Two years and you still hadn't gotten over him. As far as you were aware, you weren't supposed to! He was coming back— he said so! Of all his flaws, he did keep his promises, even if they were kept as imperfectly as his hectic love. He tried his best. Besides, you were finally graduating soon! If anytime was great for another card, it was now. Hell, he had helped you through those first two years, and used to joke about all the ridiculous things he'd yell out when you finally walked across that stage, mostly when you were threatening to drop out or doubting the day would ever come. As if him embarrassing you was supposed to motivate you more. A creeping thought always ruined the memory of good times.

Had he found someone else out there? 

You looked over at the pile by your bed, specifically the card on top. Two figures walked down along the shoreline below the pier, with an imperfect heart drawn around them. It hurt to think the feminine outline could be someone else, holding his hand while they walked the beachfront, with the fun-filled pier in the background. Just like Coney Island. You picked up the rest of the cards, only lit by lamplight, rereading them and studying them as if some revelation would hit you, but instead of some secret code telling you when he'd be back, all you got was pinching sadness in your heart. At least it looked like he was having fun out there. Maybe he'd found some peace. You'd done this many nights, staring down at the cardstock in your hands, as if doing so would make the waiting go by quicker. Maybe this time, it did. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the faint tapping that came from your window, a rhythmic sound that you'd far from forgotten. You still hesitated, however, silently creeping toward the drawn curtains and peeking between them. The male figure, slightly below you due to your window being a bit high off the ground, was turned away from you, keeping a lookout. You couldn't discern any recognizable features in the dark, but who else would have fought their way through rose bushes just to stand patiently under your window? 

You slid the curtain to the side, letting warm light illuminate the dark figure on the other side of the glass that quickly turned around. You hardly recognized him, but the big brown eyes that shined up at you could only belong to one person. You drew in a breath you didn't know you were holding, staring down like he were a ghost. Was he? You weren't sure. You spent two years waiting for this day, and all you were able to do was stand and stare? Making quick work of the latches on either side of the window, you lifted the squeaky panes as quietly as you could. A rush of cool air drifted into your room. 

"Tony?" Your tone was soft with emotion, but you weren't even sure which one. You flipped through them like every color of the rainbow, but you were pretty sure you were somewhere between red and yellow. 

"Hi," he readily responded, smooth voice somehow deeper, but still honeyed enough to make you weak. Or maybe you still weren't breathing enough. Those baby cheeks you used to kiss were more lean, and partially covered with dark facial hair that you could remember him shaving every other day. Two years was more than enough time to change, after all, but puppy eyes still looked just as soft as the tousled curls that still fell over his forehead, and neither seemed quite as tired as they used to. You had to wonder if he was thinking something similar with those studying eyes. 

He leaned forward against the wall of your house and rested his arms over the windowsill. As cool as he always tried to be, his wide grin had always given him away as the affectionate dork only you got to see. 

"I was just thinking about you," you joked nervously, falling into old banter. 

"What a coincidence," he bounced back, glancing over your body as if to make a point. You bit your lip, thumbing at the wooden panels on either side. 

"I was waiting for another postcard," you teased with a disappointed tone. He gave you a brief laugh before held up an arm to reveal the blush-colored rose he'd been concealing in his hand, between himself and the wall. "Will this work instead?" He asked a bit bashfully, glancing at the flower between his fingers as if to study it with you. You were pretty sure it was one of the same roses that dotted the bushes that ran the walls on this side of your house, but you gratefully accepted it regardless. Well, you could help but tease him about it. Just a little. 

"Did you just pick this?" You twirled the flower between your fingers, lowering to sit on the floor to finally be eye-level with him. 

"No," he started matter-of-factly, a trace of your favorite pout on his lips. "I picked it ten minutes ago so I could cut off the thorns."

"You've been out here for ten minutes?" You looked over at him, forgetting to keep your voice low. He hummed thoughtfully, glancing down for a moment. 

"Maybe closer to thirty," he murmured, smiling awkwardly at your bewilderment. "I was a bit scared, okay?" 

You laughed at his defeated confession, turning back to your rose in hand and carefully playing with the soft petals. "What made you come back?" Your question sounded bittersweet. It wasn't that you were afraid of the answer, but if he came, then eventually he'd have to go, too. 

"You, obviously," he replied with his always loving sarcasm. His smile faded a little when your eyes were more serious. It really hurt when he left, and as much as you'd love to go back to normal again, you weren't quite there yet. Playtime was over for now. "I, um," he stuttered, "I heard you were graduating." Your eyes met his, so much more bright and hopeful than the ones that had left you. "So I thought I'd stop by." You smiled at him again. 

"You're a few days early," you chuckled, "It's not until Friday." Not that it was a bad thing. Now he was stuck here, right? 

"Maybe I thought we could," he trailed off, licking his lips, "do something," he shrugged. "Like old times, you know?" 

Your heart swelled at the thought. "It's been pretty boring without you around," you whispered. His next smile looked relieved. Maybe he was afraid you'd found someone else to have fun with, too. You leaned into your side of the wall, bringing your face a little closer to the eyes that couldn't help but flick to your lips. 

"What have you been up to?" You asked suddenly, not so much out of curiosity for the sake of keeping conversation, and to distract those wandering eyes from getting you worked up. 

"Ah, you know," he shrugged and looked down, "building shit, pissing people off," he rattled off half-heartedly. His lips were still parted as if to continue. He played with his hands, nervous. "Drinking," he admitted sheepishly, a familiar look was back behind his eyes when they glanced back up to you. "What I usually do." He tried to smile, but his mood had been dampened. You panicked, instinctively reaching out to take his hand in yours. His skin had been a little calloused, but the fingers that curled around you seemed rougher. You searched for anything to make it better. 

"You know I've kept your postcards by my bed since I got them," you said suddenly, flashing an encouraging smile that widened his again. "What's it like out there?" That spark came back. 

"Beautiful," he said dreamily. Something about the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice had you looking away with a toothy grin and warming cheeks. You're pretty sure he wasn't entirely talking about the other side of the country. You waited for one of his flirty lines that never came. "Got a house right on the ocean," he continued instead, playing with your entwined fingers, "like we used to talk about." 

You smiled at the memory, nights spent talking about a home by the water. "Is it big?"

"Have you ever known anything about me to be small?"

You rolled your eyes with a small shake of your head. You couldn't hide the smile on your face, especially when you felt a scruffy kiss on the back of your hand. He smiled into your skin when you looked back at him. You gently tore your hand from his, swooping your fingers through those stray curls and brushing over his cheeks. He seemed to lean into your touch, eyes never leaving yours. "This is new."

"Thought it would make me look more business-y," he said flauntingly with a raise in his brow. "Do you like it?" 

"It's growing on me," you chimed. His face was scratchier, but you had to admit that he looked a little more handsome. You sat in silence for a few moments, simply basking in one another's presence. You almost had to keep yourself from throwing your arms around his neck the longer you held him in your hand and searched his eyes. 

"May I come in?" His honeyed voice sang to you. You bit your lip and glanced back into your room, studying the door as if you'd suddenly hear your parents on the other side. The coast was clear, for now. "Can you behave?" 

"I always behave for you," he hummed a little too seductively, turning to plant another kiss to your palm. You pretended to hum in thought, side-eyeing him. "Please?" He reversed his antic, pouting into his crossed arms and fluttering his lashes. "It's cold out here," he pleaded dramatically. Somehow it still managed to pull on your heart. 

"Fine," you easily gave in with a laugh, "just try to be quiet." The triumph in his grin wasn't lost on you. Just as confident as it used to be. You rose from your spot by the window, reluctantly pulling your hand away and feeling that chill he was talking about. You watched him slide his way over the sill, not as graceful as he once was, landing facedown on the floor. You giggled. Affectionately, of course. "Nice to see you haven't been climbing through anyone else's windows," you teased down at him. He awkwardly got to his feet, standing tall in front of you. You were sure he had a witty comeback behind that soft smile, but the usual mischief behind those eyes was nothing but love. You had to give in, breaking the obvious pining that you'd both let go on for too long already. 

You nearly tackled him, wrapping your arms around him and shamelessly burying your face into his chest. You squeezed even tighter when familiar arms hugged back, keeping him as close as you could so that he couldn't disappear again. He smelled of fine leather and vanilla, not exactly as you remembered it, but at this point, everything new and everything old was all just as comforting when his hand was petting over your hair. Even after two years, it felt like nothing had changed. You could almost cry, probably trembling with the effort not to with every lingering kiss in your hair and to your temple. 

"This has got to be better than a postcard," he quietly joked, once again breaking the shared silence. You snorted, lifting your face and barely backing away to get a better look at him. He stole another scruffy kiss to your forehead, but he must have noticed the plea behind your eyes. He leaned ever so slow, nose barely bumping yours before you eagerly closed the gap, lips gladly greeting his once more. Somehow you swear it felt even better than your first kiss. He barely even moved against you, instead letting you both lose oxygen to nothing more than a hard-pressed liplock while you found your way to the soft hairs on the back of his neck. 

 You finally had to pull away, tilting your head down to keep him from chasing you. You gripped at his shirt while you caught your breath. Tony nosed his way back, forcing your kiss back to his. You chuckled against his mouth before going in for another round, one that pushed you back against the bed and parted your lips. You hadn't even noticed the nice button-up he was wearing until you'd already worked down the line of buttons, nor the lighter colored dress pants until they were hitting the floor. 

Tony lied. He never behaved. 

You were back in the warmth and safety of his embrace, hands locked together as he loved you in the only way he really knew how. You muffled his whimpers of apologies into your neck, and he silenced your sweet sounds with his shushing kiss. You said his name like it would be the last time he'd get to hear it from you, and carved all the pain you'd felt for the last two years into his back. Those stray curls clung to his face, and rested against your forehead when he leaned down to you. One of the most powerful men in business right now, and you had him limp in your arms. 

His beard tickled the sensitive skin of your neck and down your chest when he nuzzled his way into the space beneath your chin, making himself comfortable in his spot on top of you. You raked your fingers through his hair, pulling back those damp curls. Back in the warmth and forgiveness of your arms, at least you didn't have to worry about him getting any sleep. Yeah, this was much better than a postcard. 

You were starting to think you'd never get to see the way the stars seemed to reflect in his eyes, or watch them become wide with wonder when he reached out to touch the stingrays in the exhibit (and then practically have to force him to wash his hands right after). You thought you'd never get another cheesy, film-like kiss on top of the Ferris wheel, or help him keep an eye out for shark teeth even though it was supposed to be a romantic walk down the beach, and he'd readily let go of your hand when he thought he saw something. Postcard by postcard, you followed the same trail he'd taken alone, this time going with him on the dates he wanted to do with you again. Somehow it felt like falling in love all over again. He came all the way from the other side of the country with more love than when he'd left, and with a new excitement to be out of his cage. 

Something about it had you dreading what would happen after you finally walked across the stage. Tony had to go back at some point. He actually had work now. He was important now. He'd always been important to you, but now he was bigger than whatever you currently were with him. Was he this happy when he was alone out there? Was he alone? You sure had been. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even have the courage to join the peers you hardly knew in celebration, too busy frantically searching for Tony as if you were on a timer. For all you knew, you were, but luckily he found you first. You were probably more excited to see him than the degree in your hand. You eagerly threw your arms around his neck, cap in hand pushing him closer into the kiss he greeted you with. You still weren't entirely used to the prickle of facial hair.

"You did it," he quietly cheered, a praise just for you. Your free hand came around to cup his face. 

"No thanks to you," you hummed playfully, pressing your thumb to his lips before he could close the gap he made. He frowned, eyes flicking up and down. "I didn't have anyone to help me with my homework anymore," you pouted pitifully. An apologetic smile spread across his cheeks, the same one that used to smile encouragingly when you couldn't quite get a problem right, and those same eyes looked at you with that sympathy. 

"But you still did it," he murmured, softly kissing the pad of your thumb. 

"But I still did it," you echoed, smiling back. You brushed your thumb over his cheeks instead, studying the features of his face as if it were the first time you'd seen him in years. You would have loved to stare up at him for hours more, and feel his hand on your back, but the crowd rushing by and their loud laughter was ushering you to move on. He wasn't leaving just yet. "Come on." You started to back away, but not without taking his hand in yours first. "My parents might wanna see me," you explained, feeling a bit bad for breaking up the moment so suddenly. "Maybe they'll even take us to dinner," you playfully chimed, turning to lead him away, but he didn't budge. 

"Wait," he stopped you, unintentionally pulling you back with the way he didn't move. Your heart sank for the worst, turning back to a nervous stare. It looked too much like one you'd seen before. His jaw tightened with his grip. "I didn't really come prepared, but," he started, nervously licking his lips and searching the ground for his words. He took a breath that mostly left as a laugh. "Would it be crazy if I asked you to marry me?" 

You were probably looking at him as if he were, glancing him up and down to make sure he was real and lips parted in an answer that could come to mind. In the short absence of your voice, he nervously continued. 

"You could go back with me, and- and," he started to stutter, "I know you just got that degree you worked really hard for, but you don't even have to work if you don't want to." He knew you were still listening when you smiled amusedly at that, his tone implying that that would be the cherry on top. "I mean, I know it's been… a while, but," he kept rambling desperately, "I never stopped loving you." Wide eyes begged for approval, and blushing cheeks probably regretted it. Maybe it was simply the tall rollercoaster of emotions you'd both had over these last few days--even years, but you really couldn't think of a reason to say no. This time you weren't going to let him leave alone, especially not when he needed you this time. If your words couldn't come out, then your mouth could relay the message better against his, you decided. You ignored the crowd around you, bringing your Tony down by his collar for a kiss deeper than the Pacific and longer than the 3,000 miles you'd always been willing to travel for him. You finally tore away, hiding in his neck. A hand drifted up your spine. 

"Is that a yes?"

You just had to pull back to look at him, his wide eyes dazed and confused, and blush almost matching the red in his lips. You nearly scoffed. Affectionately, of course. 

"Yes, you goof!"

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Hello! Could you write headcanons or a one shot about having study dates with boyfriend young!Tony? It can be all fluff or include smut as well, it's all up to you :)

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A/n: Eeeeee I love this request, it’s so cute and full of so many scenarios that I tried to put as many as I could into here! Hope I didn’t disappoint and that you all enjoy this luvss<333

Notes: fluffy fluff, young tony, soft tony, goofy tony, college life y’all, takes place in the late 80s cause we’re doing biblically accurate young tony, hope you enjoyyyy

* both of you guys go to the same college and have some classes together so he always uses that as an excuse to get you to come over to ‘study’

* ‘study dates’ as he so romantically tries to put it(he used a bad French accent that did nothing but amuse you) to try and persuade you to come over to his dorm for some one on one time

* but with the way he smirks at you while winking and waggling his eyebrows, you know that he doesn’t really want to study but you indulge him a bit- and also wanting to mess with him- giving him a knowing smirk back and saying you’ll be there

* he’s practically thrumming with excitement when you say that, giving you a kiss on the cheek, and playful whispers of ‘I’ll see you later naughty girl’ in your ear that make you laugh as he walks away to no doubt convince Rhodey to get out of the dorm and clean it up a bit

* if only he knew that you really did hold onto the intentions of having a true study date with him

* so when you go over to his dorm with your actual textbooks, you ignore his barely covered form when he answers the door in favor of sitting at his desk, and getting right into doing your work

* he pouts and whines for a bit, trying to seduce you into doing anything else by laying provocatively on the bed until you shove his textbook in his face so he can shut up and do his work

* he does so with a grumble, still in his boxers as he sits purposefully close to you, pettily putting all his weight onto you and proceeding to open one of his books

* of course this man complains all the meanwhile, still half trying to convince you to do something ‘more entertaining’

* but with your casual words of, ‘once I’m done with this paper, and you finish your essay, I’ll show you what I really came here for’ shut him up real good and has him straightening out to finish the 3000 word essay

* of course he rushed through it because ‘how can one finish a 3000 word essay in 20 minutes, Tony?’ ‘I don’t know, I’m a prodigy, remember?’- that results in many spelling mistakes, and half done sentences that you know he’ll have to look over again, but he doesn’t seem to care when he chirps that he’s finished and looks at you expectantly with a giddy smile

* of course you can’t reject him, even when you look at his paper and see how scribbled and half assed it is, you couldn’t ignore those puppy dog eyes and how good he had been for you if you tried

* so you close your book and face him, cupping those soft cheeks that strain with his smile as he adoringly watches you lean in and kiss him until he’s a puddy mess- you in turn adoring how he melts into the kiss, and keeps his smile throughout it all

* you guys make it to the bed quickly, him trying to get all your layers off, having already stripped his only article of clothing off long ago and waiting for you to do as you please to his body

* this is usually how study dates go when held in Tony’s dorm, and after he feels satiated with your touches on him, he then takes studying seriously

* Tony’s smart, that much is obvious, and although he doesn’t really need to study all that much since he picks up the material so fast he still does if only to have these little moments with you

* those moments when you guys are laying on the bed together, each with your own respective work in hand, skin touching in some way or form whether a splayed across your legs or if you’re simply sitting side by side with your thighs touching

* those beautiful moments when he can explain a topic to you because you just can’t get it as easily and quickly as he can and need his guidance

* he loves when you ask him for help, knowing that you have trouble with asking because you believe that you’d just be wasting his time and being a bother to him

* how his pretty girl can even think that, he has no idea because he gets such a big head when he explains the material to you and you almost immediately understand it right away

* he arrives with coffee sometimes or milkshakes, anything to keep you guys up during studying time cause lets face it, it’s not always as interesting as either of you would like :/

* he plays around sometimes, throwing paper balls at you and then looking around to act like someone else had thrown it before you heave a pen at his forehead and that in all just starts a war

* him becoming distracted easily, looking out of his window at the busy crowds of the campus, and he drags you with him in playing a game of guessing each persons life story(‘that guy definitely moonlights as a stripper, I can see it’ ‘ummm, he’s at least 70 Tony.’ ‘I haven’t seen it stop people befor-’ ‘he literally has a cane!)

* sometimes you guys will put on background noise of a show, or he’ll put in a CD mixtape that’ll end up with him belting the words of the song and grabbing your hand to dance around with him for a little ‘break’ (‘we’ve been studying for 15 minutes Ton-’ ‘exactly!’)

* usually classic rock when he does put on music, and he always pretends to do the guitar riffs with his leg to make you laugh when he sees you getting particularly stressed after a while

* you play classical music in the background when you choose the music, always teasing him and asking him if he’s getting flashbacks to when he listened to this as a child since he’s such a ‘prodigy’

* he always sarcastically laughs at that, because yes, his mother did play classical music for him ever since he was in the belly till he was a toddler watching her from the piano, but you didn’t need to know that you did know it though, too much on good terms with Maria to not know it

* doodles on each others notes, playing tic tac toe on each others notes, hangman, and anything that can distract you guys from actually studying sometimes

* racing to see who could finish the most assignments first when you guys suddenly have a surge of adrenaline hit you to be competitive with each other (this always has to do with you guys saying that the winner gets whatever they want ;))

* he loves physical touch when you guys study, and his stomach does flips during those moments when you both are just reading the material from your textbooks for class and he holds your hand silently while doing so

* grumbles and pouts when he wants little kisses cause this man is too touch starved to go without it

* so many stops for cuddles and little touches

* I mean Tony is just so insatiable, he can’t get enough of you and his drive for you will always be running no matter what

* sometimes there’s visits from Rhodey and Pepper that have Tony telling them to leave to give you guys sexy time, and you telling Tony that there’s nothing sexy about him helping you figure out your math assignments

* he gives you so much encouragement though, like he’ll try his best to be patient and he always exaggerates the accomplishment of you solving a problem on your own(‘but Tony you did half of it for me’ ‘who cares? you still got it right!’ ‘on my 27th try-!’ ‘you deserve a reward for that! smart girls get rewards🌚’)

* and yeah, lots of sexual rewards when someone gets something right

* tony eats you out when you finally finish a problem on your ‘own’ he could care less that he basically spelled out the answer for you and you ride him when he finally finishes the abandoned assignments in the bottom of his back pack that he deemed unnecessary even though, much to your chagrin, they were very much necessary

* after you both finished studying and dealing with grueling hours of hunching over schoolwork, you both lay back, order some food, and let the desires take their course

* whether it’s some deserved sleepy time cuddling under the covers, or snuggling on the little couch while watching a movie, or even taking out the left over stress on each other

* in all, these moments make it count to both you and Tony in the warmest of ways, and you guys have some of your most pure memories during these times💗

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Thank you so much for reading<333 I hope you guys enjoyed it, I loved nearly everything about this request, ahhh XD