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Body Electric - Tony Stark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Iron man 1,2,3 by Hallpen

him

When I was “I want him” about a male character im not saying I wanna fuck him. I want him like a spoiled little girl wants a pony, I want to him so I can put him on my shelf for safekeeping, I want him like a good hearty stew on a winter’s evening, I want to put him in a jar and shake it.

⛧ VIK'S MARVEL MASTERLIST

Smut ψ | Fluff ♡ | Angst 🥀

⎊ Money, Money, Money. \ ♡ ψ ➵ Starting off as simple, transactional love during the height of Tony’s alcoholism, devolves into something real. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader

⎊ Playboy \ ψ ➵ Tony Stark invites you into his Rolls Royce. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader ⎊ Body Electric \ ♡ 🥀 ➵ You and Tony work through your insecurities, together. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader

⎊ Bliss and Honey \ ♡ ψ ➵ You and Tony share a moment of intimacy in each other's arms. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader ⎊ Copacabana \ 🥀 ➵ A letter to Tony Stark, 16 years after his death. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Widowed! Reader ⎊ His Sweet Girl\ ψ ➵ Nestled between Tony's legs, and all you wanted was to just feel him. ➵ Ship : Tony Stark x Reader

Tony would be a bratty sub

𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

tony eating you out

tony spiting in your mouth

sensual sex

missionary with tony pt. 2

tony fingering the attitude out of you

tony cumming in your mouth

deep throating

doggy Style with tony

tony playing with your tightest hole

showing tony your new set

lazy morning sex

deep thrusts

tony using a toy on you

tony teasing your clit

riding sub!tony

making out with tony

racking your nails down tony’s chest

teasing

fucking tony at work

being tied up by tony

fucking at 3 in the morning

tony using your throat

beefy!tony fucking you

gonna be posting the first tony stark fic on this acc tmr!!

Robert Downey Jr. goes full Daddy for The Age of A.I. (x)

“deal.” — t. stark

-> OCT. 15 : SEX TAPE + DADDY KINK

SUMMARY: when it comes to eating you out, Tony is an expert

WARNINGS: 18+, daddy kink, sex tape, oral (f receiving and mentions of m receiving), cum eating

WC: 1.1k

kinktober masterlist 2021!!

“Ready princess?” Tony brushes a hand over your cheek until his thumb finds your lips, and he presses past them. The pad of his thumb pets over your tongue lovingly and you purr at the sensation. You pull him between your teeth, really showing out for the camera, until Tony tsks. You cast a coy stare upwards from where you kneel on the bed, eyes fluttering so innocently, and gently release his thumb. His jaw is clenched, lips pursing, and at this point, you’re convinced he’s forgotten about the tape.

“Yes, daddy,” you hum. The name is so familiar, it rolls right off your tongue. Besides, Tony is so adamant about the name that he’ll cease all activity if you don’t refer to him only as ‘daddy’ while in the bedroom. He’s stubborn, but the way he takes care of you when you comply sends your body ablaze.

“God, what is daddy gonna do with you?” he wonders, leaving you momentarily with an absent gaze.

You notice the way his bottom lip teases between his teeth and his chestnut-colored eyes almost refuse to break contact with your own. His rolled up sleeves and loosened necktie. It’s all too much for you to resist. So being the cocky bastard Tony is, he dodges your reaching hands and dances away from you in a few swift steps.

“And can we…” Tony grabs the camera from the tripod. “Let’s - let’s get a closer look at this amazing set. You can thank me of course.”

He never shuts up about that red lingerie set that he bought you for Valentine’s Day, and you bite your tongue, almost remarking on your dire need of a new one. It’s only June, yet the material is already worn and the threads are frayed from how often it’s been put to use. Still, Tony is blown away by how gorgeous his baby girl looks with it on. The lens zooms in as you arch your back so he can capture how the lace panties adorn the plush of your ass.

And after reddening your soft flesh with a few playful smacks, he returns the camera before beckoning you closer.

“Spread ‘em,” Tony says. He stops to kneel at the edge of the bed, fingers gliding under the elastic, and takes the fabric of your panties and works them down your thighs to reveal your glistening sex. “Shit. You’re absolutely dripping for me.”

“Mhm…” You scoot forward as his head dips down to get a better look. ”If you can make me cum under five minutes, I’ll suck you off for the camera, daddy,” you wager. Tony’s length is bulging through his dress pants, so you're sure he’ll reply in your favor. After all, why wouldn’t he want to participate in something for his own viewing pleasure?

“Deal.”

Licking his lips, Tony takes no time delving into your cunt, palms splayed on your thighs to keep you spread. His tongue salves over your puffy clit while briefly prodding into your moist entrance to collect some arousal. Almost immediately butterflies flutter in your stomach, as his mouth slurps and laps until your toes are curling.

“Mm - keep going, please,” you whimper, grinding your hips forward to meet each lick.

“Giving in so soon?” Tony teases as his lips murmur against you. He spends more time latched around your clit, knowing the stimulation will give you no other option but to cum. ”Daddy’ll take care of you if you let him.”

Only for a second he moves away from your pussy to continue praising you. “Such a good girl for daddy, letting me film you while I eat your pussy so good.”

A good girl. That’s all you want to be for Tony.

“Yes, I am,” you sigh. “I-I think I’m gonna…”

“Gonna what?” Tony chuckles and the vibration sends jolts to your sensitive clit and shoots up your spine. Back arching, your body reacts on its own. He doesn’t go fast. No, he swipes slow, thick stripes along your core and that’s what makes it frustrating. And for a moment you can feel as he grins, and his tongue explores further inside you. “I would say those are the words of defeat, sweetheart.”

Cocksucking is not one of your favorite activities, but let’s face it, you never had a chance at toughing this out, especially with the way his tongue works wonders. And how he slips a finger in you, then another. And how he flickers your swollen little nub over and over and— oh!

“Daddy! O-Oh daddy, I’m close!”

The affectionate name that spills from your lips rushes straight to Tony’s cock. It’s your slack jaw and pillowy thighs that drive him fucking insane. He needs you to cum first. Then he can focus on the raging hard-on underneath his trousers, but nonetheless, your pussy grinding into his mouth is euphoric.

Your breath is heavy and stuttering in your chest. Loud and sultry as you moan. All thoughts shut off as you fingers tangle within his dark locks. Everything is different this time. Not only do you want to give in to the pleasure surging like warmth in your belly, but you also keep your eyes trained on the lens during your final throes. Hoping that a future Tony will get himself off time and time again, just by seeing the look on your face as he makes you cum.

“Yeah, that’s it. Tastes so sweet.” The arousal on his chin and lips glisten as he pulls away from your now swollen pussy. His thumb swirls tight circles over your clit, and he watches as you tremble and your hole spasms. The flat of his tongue catches your nub one last time, and just like that, a sinful cry erupts from your throat as you come undone.

Tony groans when your release floods his mouth and leaks down, creating a dark wet patch on the sheets. Both of his thumbs spread your lower lips, and he can’t help but admire the slick that still pools out of you.

“Show the camera what you did to me, daddy,” you say, humming then biting your lip.

Tony’s eyes widen, remembering that he’s been recording this, and he backs out of the camera’s line of sight so it can focus on your flowing juices.

“Could eat this little pussy for hours, baby.” Tony confesses, then stands and sucks the lingering cum off his middle and ring fingers. You salivate at the lewd act. Intently, your eyes follow as his hands reach down and work at freeing his erect cock. “But let’s not forget about the deal we made.”