ROBERT DOWNEY JR. returns to the MCU as DOCTOR DOOM for AVENGERS: DOOMSDAY
okay, a IronDoom shipper! You're my new favorite!
Thanks so much cutie it’s for you <3
all my tony stank doodles over the years !! Enjoy !! Notes below :
The mug ones read "N°1 Iron Dad" and "Dont Talk To Me Until I've Eaten This Mug" respectively given by Peter and Pepper lmao
I also dont actually hc Tony as trans but sometimes you just gotta put your blorbos in a binder for mental health purposes yk-
The mechanical arm ones are inspired by a fic that one of my mutuals wrote, but they kinda went no contact/off the internet so i wont draw attention to them, but if you see this by any chance ! You are amazing and loved ! You inspired me !
i need at least 8-10 business days to process this. thanks! kill me now!
a very bad job — anon request !
tony stark / male reader
bratty tony stark, drooling, face-slapping, hair pulling, finger sucking
he had known what he was doing, smirking into the sea of reporters like he always did and laughing through his dry humour about how you were basically redundant — an employee paid to sit in the car like a good dog — before turning tail and slinking back to your side to be guided to the fancy car that someone else was driving. you had already texted him to roll up the privacy divider and cover his ears if he didn't wanna hear anything.
'who's the good dog now?' you asked and slapped the billionaire's cheek hard enough to make his head turn to the side. tony looked good on his knees between yours, drooling around the two fingers you were holding inside his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. he grinned and bobbed his head a little, choking and ignoring it like the slut he was. his hips were moving, jumping every so often as he humped the air. the hand that had slapped him cupped his cheek and you felt more than heard tony groan around your fingers, 'my mistake honey — you're my bitch — aren't you ?'
his hands pawed at the front of your slacks and you wrapped fingers into his hair, tugging hard enough to pull him away and unzipping them yourself, jacking your cock a few times as you watched his eyes go dark with want. the drool that had been slipping past your fingers was falling, unashamedly, down his chin now.
'come on,' he tried to hurry you, leaning against the hand in his hair until he was straining to try and lick at your dick. he was trapped in his head now, so desperate to get fucked, that he didn't care how pissed off you were getting. his hips ground against the very tip of your shoe, 'you're already hard for me, at least impress me with one of the things I pay you for.'
your grin was savage and you leaned down, licking your way into tony's mouth alongside your fingers and fucking it with your tongue. 'you don't get this because you pay me, baby,' you snarled and started to slowly feed your cock into his mouth, watching as his red lips stretched around the fat head. you lifted your foot, letting tony roll his own dick into it over and over again like the pathetic whore he was, 'you get that because you're my bitch in heat.'
tony stark as a caregiver <3
requested by @teddysterk!
Hey there! I heard you had your requests open so I actually had an idea for you!
I had a thought that if Tony had Y/N as his girlfriend, but she has a short height as compared to other women. She's definitely mature and older in age and through the mind, but she often has this very insecurity about the fact she feels Tony is dating a child, and she has been judged many times about her height as well, which makes her lose confidence in herself and it emotionally breaks her if Tony accepts her like the way she is. So, Tony assures her that she's not a child and she's absolutely perfect as she is?
Basically this is somewhat connected to myself because I have a short height too and I wanted it to be a little comfort fic haha, and I was nervous to share about it so, hope it's okay for you!
Thank you so much for the request <3 You can read it here!
Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) Dir. Anthony & Joe Russo
tony stark doesn't die.
he burns, from the inside out. the infinity stones are too much for a regular human to handle, and the iron man suit could only do so much. so he burns.
human inventions aren't adequate enough to combat cosmic damages. super soldier blood transfusions do nothing. gamma infused hulk blood also has no effect. extremis is a lost cause.
the entire right side of his body barely functions anymore. and his face. oh god, his face. it's so damaged, so scarred, tony can barely look himself in the mirror anymore, let alone expect others to look at him without cringing away.
so he hides.
he builds new armor. gone are the flashy colors. no more red and gold. just plain old gunmetal grey. gone are the nanobots. no more skin-hugging technology. just cold hard planes of metal. back to unflinching, terror-inducing steel, like the suit he wore when he flew out of that cave over a decade ago.
he hardly ever takes it off. it's the only way he can get his body to just move. it's life support. it's a high-tech prosthesis.
but that's not enough.
he's just so ashamed. sure, he's saved the world. but while everyone else lives on, he's barely surviving. so he covers himself up the best he can. with the armor. then with a cloak, so he looks a little softer, a little more inviting. not that it matters, when he hardly lets anyone see him anymore.
he stops wearing red. he can't even look at that color anymore, when all it does is remind him of the day he couldn't just die.
what's the opposite of red?
he wears green instead.
people looked at iron man and saw hope.
now people look at anthony stark and see doom.
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steve rogers doesn't die.
he lives a happy life, with the one who got away, and returns to his timeline knowing that he's fulfilled his lifelong dream and he can rest well knowing what it's like to grow old with the love of his life.
except that wasn't actually his dream.
he goes back to the future and finds out the man he's in love with is still alive, and if he plays his cards right, steve might just get to spend the rest of his life with tony.
but steve is old. and he's dying. the rest of his life could only last so long.
and tony doesn't even want to see him. tony doesn't want to see anyone.
so steve begs. he sends messages through friday. notes under the door. anything he can think of, he tries.
"please, give us a chance."
it takes longer than steve has time for, but he finally wears tony down. when tony opens the doors to the lab for steve, he hands over three vials filled with molten orange liquid.
"extremis. modified and enhanced trifold for a super soldier. it's a risk, but if it works, you'll have at least another fifty years left."
steve takes the risk.
his muscles come back. his wrinkles disappear. his hair darkens from white to gold.
steve picks up tony, armor and cloak and all, and spins him around in joy. he's so happy, he lights up from within.
literally, he lights up. his skin glows orange. he's dangerously hot to the touch. he breathes, and smoke escapes his mouth.
but becoming a human torch is a small price to pay if it means he gets to be with tony.
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.