This goes out to all the Tony Stark x Reader fanfic writers out there. SOMEONE, PLEASE, write a beard burn fluff. FLUFF. (I can't resist, since I recently learnt what it means, thanks to @metalarmsrcool)
EDIT: If this doesn't get a reply say within the next 2 days, i'm doing it myself ToT
Ëââź TONY STARK keep quiet. mdni !! WARNINGS. exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink
You were gonna kill Tony Stark. If you didnât die of embarrassment first.
No one knew you were seeing each other. Well, seeing each other was a strong word.
You were sleeping together.
It was so fucking cliche. Hot rich older guy, marginally younger mentally unstable girl.
Neither of you really know how it works. It just does.
Youâre polar opposites really.
Heâs loud. Opinionated. He has an ego that barely fits in the suit.
Youâre you. Quiet. Doesnât really like attention unless itâs from people you know.
You blame it on sleep deprivation mostly.
But tonight was a whole other story.
It was movie night tonight. Every Tuesday at 8pm on the dot. Whoever was around made it a point to show. There was even a chart on the fridge to keep track of whose turn it was to pick the movie.
It was Samâs turn. Which meant he was gonna choose a comedy like always. Sometimes heâd choose a classic and sometimes heâd choose something so stupid you couldnât help but laugh.
But your mind was the farthest from the movie. No your mind was on the fact that Tony Starks fingers were currently buried deep inside you.
You were seated next to each other. Which wasnât strange. Youâre one of the only people who put up with him so itâs not like itâll draw attention.
Thereâs a blanket over your laps and the room is dark, the only light coming from the screen. And even then no oneâs focused on you. Or at least youâre praying to god that no one is.
âTony.â
âShhh sweetheart.â You felt his finger scissor open inside you. Ending with a câmere motion that made your toes curls and your body jolt a little. âDoing so well for me.â
Your eyes closed at the praise. Sinking further into his side. His finger were just so much longer and thicker than yours and it felt so good.
Your hands were white with how hard you were grabbing the blanket. Sweat was on the back of your neck and your body was sinking further into the couch.
âThink you can take one more?â
âI- ohâ
Of course he didnât wait for an answer. You turned your head into his shoulder, hiding between him and the couch.
The third just added to the fullness you felt. His fingers dragging inside of you so slowly it was killing you.
âTonyIsweartogodâ
It came out mumbled and low but you know he got the jist of it from how his fingers hesitated, and you could swear you felt his calluses against you. Catching inside just right.
âYou want something sweetheart?â
You pulled your face out of his shoulder and brought your mouth to his ear.
âIf you donât make me cum right now, Iâm not letting you inside for a week.â
It was a gamble really. Sure he could find someone else. Easily. But something told you heâd prefer you over someone random.
His fingers sped up. This thumb coming up to swipe at your clit.
The whimper that left your mouth made him smirk and you couldnât help but bite his neck.
And thank god for that because in what felt like seconds you were coming.
You body tensed and your thighs clamped down around his hand.
It took a minute for your body to calm down. Your head falling to rest on his shoulder.
You didnât even realize his hand was running up and down your back before he was talking.
âYou okay sweetheart?â
It was spoken into your hair, his beard slightly catching on the strands.
âMmmâ
Thatâs all you could manage. Your legs felt like jelly and you were so sleepy.
âSo that was a great movie.â His voice rang out in the room and you couldnât help but let out a laugh.
I LOVED that Tony piece you wrote a couple days ago. Are we getting more Tony smut? I think you should do something about the beard burn đ
first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE KIND FEEDBACK <3
second of all I have lots of tony smut in the works đ€
as for the beard burn I gotchu (Iâm writing this at 2am please forgive me if itâs bad)
mdni!! WARNINGS!! oral fem receiving, fingering
you had never dated someone with facial hair before. some of your past partners would let it grow out a little but it wasnât much more then stubble. and you remember it being scratchy and itchy. so it was safe to say the first time tony went down on you you were kinda nervous.
it also had to do with the fact that all your past experiences involving someoneâs mouth down there lead to you faking it.
safe to say you never really got the hype.
âcâmon sweetheart. I bet you taste so sweet.â
your hands fisted the sheets beneath you, the cool silk doing nothing to help your burning skin.
â âs okay.â
you sighed as his lips dragged across your cheek and to your neck. he sucked at the spot where your neck met your shoulder and you couldnât help but whine at the sting. although his tongue soothed it after.
he left a few more kisses there and then traveled lower. against your collarbone, between your breasts, and then he took you in his mouth and sucked. hard.
âoh fuck-â
his other hand came up to tweak the other, mouth leaving with a soft pop. His breath was cool as he blew on the wet skin.
you felt him shift to his knees. his hands kneading and pinching your skin. turning it pink and purple.
there was something so degrading about how he was leaned over you. fully clothed and yet you were fully naked. panting under him. you could feel yourself dripping and yet he looked barely phased.
the only sign that he was affected was the noticeable tent in his pants.
âyouâre so beautiful. you know that right?â
his hands cupped your breasts one last time and then his fingers glided down. the calluses on his skin dragging, making your breath catch and goosebumps appear.
âyouâd look even more beautiful coming on my tongue.â
he was already moving, sliding his body down the bed. you couldnât help but close your legs. suddenly self conscious.
âsweetheart. what did I say about hiding from me huh?â
his hands gripped both your thighs and pulled them apart. his was lips left gentle little touches against your skin. it was so painstakingly soft that you jumped when you felt his tongue.
it was just a little lick at first. his tongue sliding against you in a way that had your back arching and a soft tony leaving your lips.
and then he was simply gone. his tongue dipped into you so sweetly your hips bucked off the bed.
it was when he took your clit into his mouth and sucked that you felt it.
it was a little rough but it rubbed and burned so well. it was such a contrast to his tongue that you let out a loud whine.
âyou taste so fucking good.â
he alternated between laving at your clit and flicking his tongue along your slit.
his beard would catch just right and he had to hold you down to quit your squirming.
and when he dipped just a little too far down, you were surprised when your thighs jerked and your eyes shut at the overwhelming pleasure.
âoh weâre so exploring that later.â
it didnât take much more to get you to come.
maybe it was the way he added two of his fingers. or his mouth sucking so hard on your clit you could barely breath. but your pretty sure it was the way his beard rubbed up against you. the friction just right.
one second your having one of the best orgasms of your life and the next you feel his hands rubbing against your shaking thighs.
âI told you so.â
âshut up.â
a/n: I hope that was as good as your expecting <3
please request more scenarios it really encourages me to writeeee
‷ a/n ; aaa hello! i've recently found myself pulled into the jujutsu kaisen universe and have been wanting to write something for it. although i am not quite finished with season two, suguru has caught my attention. this is my first time writing something along the lines of smut, any feedback is highly appreciated. thank you, enjoy!
âą wc; 727.
â warnings / tags ; not proofread, potentially ooc geto, somewhat of geto being a munch and tease, usage of female anatomy, body worship, oral sex (f! receiving), porn with some(?) plot, praise (f! receiving).
suguru geto is a lover defined by restraint. he chooses not to act upon anything until the moment feels earned.
at least, he would like to think so.
in the bedroom, he is unhurried to the point of absolute frustration, as if he understands exactly how anticipation coils low in your stomach. he intends to let it simmer and burn.
he observes before letting his hands roam your bare skin, eyes half-lidded and assessing. every breath you take, catching in your throat, the unconscious roll of your hips that are in a desperate seek for the delicious sensation of friction, is information. not a single movement of yours goes unnoticed.
at first, when he does touch you, it's subtle. a thumb brushing along the edge of your jawline rather than a tugging grip. his fingers drag down a slow path over your neck, momentarily hovering just above your carotid pulse. the edge of his mouth curls upwards into an amused smile feeling how the beat flutters erratically before continuing lower over the column of your throat.
he halts in the valley between your breasts, taking a moment to admire them both. they heave in time with your quiet, uneven pants that leave your kiss swollen lips. "you, my dearest," geto murmurs lowly, one of his hands coming up to cradle a breast, "are absolutely breathtaking."
his calloused thumb delicately circled your nipple with slow care, his other hand now repeating the same ministrations to the other breast. you whined quietly at the sensation, your pants rising in frequency. he chuckled softly and shook his head gently. "so sensitive," he cooed lightly.
there is an unmistakable possesion in him, albeit controlled. he never needs to act rashly about it, for it lives in the way he guides you closer, rough hands sliding down your naked curves. his lips follow shortly after, pressing quick, wet kisses down your sternum before stopping just above your navel.
his warm breath ghosts over you, his attention now fixated upon your slit, a wet sheen coating your folds. a sound caught somewhere between a groan and whine slips out. his face inches closer, and he begins to press gentle kisses around the inside of your thighs and labia. the tip of his tongue darts out once or twice to taste the dampness coating your skin, savoring the taste as it coats his taste buds.
"sugu," you say breathlessly, eyebrows furrowed together in slight annoyance. the impatience building within you was beginning to overflow. "please, enough with the teaâ ah!"
the dark-haired bastard cut your words off when he delved straight in, his tongue licking a long stripe from your quivering hole to pulsating clit. his lips wrap around the bundle of nerves and holds it in his mouth for a few prolonged seconds. you arch your back off of the mattress, a lewd string of incoherent curses and shrill moans tumbling haphazardly from your lips.
hearing your noises only spurred suguru on. he doubled his efforts nowâarms wrapping tightly around your legs, thumbs spreading you open just a bit more. as the scent and taste of you flooded his senses, he pressed his face further into your pussy and slightly shook his head from side to side. "fuck," he whimpered. suguru geto whimpered. "you taste soâmmph, so good, baby."
your mind was hazy with pleasure. was he doing this for your pleasure or his own? either way, you didn't exactly care, so long as he now kept fucking you with his tongue.
your elevated moans, borderlining a porn star's, were by far the least obscene noise in the room. geto was practically making out with your cunt, mapping out your inner walls with his warm appendage, the bridge of his nose bumping and nudging your clit. he could tell you were close to cumming with the way you were riding his face.
"let go, gorgeous," suguru coaxed, continuing to slurp and drink at your arousal. he whined again, pupils blown wide. "pleasepleaseplease, cum for me, i need itâ"
you came with a pitchy cry, your juices flooding his mouth which he greedily drank down. some excess ran down from the corners of his lips and trickled down his chin. he slowly, almost reluctantly pulled away from you, placing a gentle kiss on your thigh.
Ëââź TONY STARK being an ass man 18+ fem!reader. mdni !! WARNINGS. porn without plot, spanking, light size kink, overall itâs just filth. you have been warned.
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Never in a million years did you think youâd end up here. Bent over Tony Starkâs couch, butt naked, ass in the air. Your elbows were resting on the couch cushions, your eyes were hazy and a bit unfocused staring out of the floor to ceiling windows in his penthouse.
Your hair was starting to stick to your face and neck and your ass was no doubt red and sore.
âWhat number are we on baby?â his voice was slightly out of breath and you felt his hands drifting. One hand held your hip while the other reached around to tease at the seem between your thighs which were shaking slightly.
âFour- ohmygod, Tony!â
You cried out as two of his fingers slipped in.
You werenât sure how long you had been at this. It had started with just making out. You on his lap, your fingers in his hair as he dragged you back and forth over and over and over again.
You didnât mean to make it a thing. He said he had work to do. Kinks to work out with the new suit.
You really meant for it to just be quick makeout session. 15-20 minutes tops. But it just felt so good rubbing up against him. Your clit catching on the zipper of his jeans through your underwear.
âGod, you always make such a mess. Donât you sweetheart.â Heâs the one with the filthy mouth. It wasnât really your fault.
Did you tease him? Maybe.
You put your lips on his neck, dragging them down towards his collar bone. Nipping at his skin and lapping at it like you were thirsty.
âPlease.â You looked up at him. Wearing only one of his shirts and a pair of lacey black underwear. âPlease canât you just stick it in real quick?â
He did not like that at all.
âFuck, donât-â you whined as he pulled his fingers out. A wet little noise leaving your pussy as he withdrew them.
âWhat was that? Câmon sweetheart weâre gonna have to start over if you lost count.â
âNo! Nonono. We- weâre on four.â
No sooner had those words left your mouth when his hand came and smack!
Another pathetic little whine left your lips at the sting it left behind. His hand rubbing at the fleshy part of your ass.
âGod youâre so fucking small.â
You could feel the calluses on his hands. Rough as both of them grabbed your ass and just squeezed.
âF-five.â
It went on for a while.
You used to get embarrassed when you first started doing this. Used to hide your face behind your hands.
But you couldnât deny how it made you feel. How turned on youâd get. You were absolutely dripping.
âT-Twenty.â
âThank god.â You barely heard the words leave his mouth.
His hands left you quickly. You could hear him pulling his belt off and playing with his zipper.
âYou donât need me to prep you, right baby? Youâre so wet Iâll probably just slide right in.â His voice was so smug. You hated how it just turned you on even more.
Finally, in what seemed like forever but was probably only a few seconds, you felt him press against you.
âReady?â
âGod please just-â
Ohmyfuckinggod. He did slide right in. And yet he was still long and thick enough to where no matter how many times he fucked you it still burned a little as he stretched you out.
âCan it with the attitude. Or Iâll leave you like this.â
You just moaned in response. He dragged against your walls so deliciously. The stretch bordered on painful but it was just enough to where the pain felt good.
And when he bottomed out you couldnât help but clench around him. So warm and achy and full.
âSo fucking tight.â His hands held you by the hips. His thumbs nearly touching your waist was so small. You felt him tighten his grip and he just held you there. Your thighs flush against his.
âYou feel me, sweetheart? God Iâm so deep inside you.â
Slowly, so slowly you could cry, he started to pull out. You squeezed your eyes shut at the sensation.
He left til it was just the tip inside you. And then he snapped his hips forward. Forcing every single inch inside of you you couldnât help but cry out.
â âs too big.â
You could practically see him rolling his eyes. But you couldnât help it. He had worked you up to much. Your head was fuzzy and all you could think about was how full you felt.
âYou can take it.â
He kept dragging his hips back slowly, and then pushing his cock back into you so quick. Slow then fast then slow then fast. It was maddening.
âFuck. Tony, yes- just like that!â
He set a brutal pace. Everytime he slammed his hips back into you, he pressed against your bruised ass and it burned so well.
Your thighs were trembling and tears were building in your eyes.
âI canât believe you told me to just stick it in real quick.â
His right hand wrapped around to your front. His fingertips dragging down til he reached your clit and he gave it a quick flick.
Your back arched against your own will and you pushed your ass back into him. You heard him mutter something under his breath but you were too distracted by the circles he was drawing.
âI- shit Iâm sorry.â
âDamn right youâre sorry.â
You gasped as he hit just the right angle inside of you.
âOh right-â you couldnât even finish the sentence. The words dying on your tongue as he continued to hit that perfect spot inside of you over and over again.
âThere it is. Feels good doesnât it sweetheart? Bet youâre glad I didnât just stick it in.â
Your mind wasnât processing his words. Not really. All you could focus on was how he slammed into you. Every inch. Your walls tightened around him and both of you couldnât help but gasp at the sensation.
âClose?â
All you could do was nod your head. Your toes were curling and his fingers sped up. Rubbing against your clit, his calluses catching on it making it that much better.
âIâm gonna-â
âCâmon sweetheart. Let me feel you come on my cock.â
Your mouth opened and yet nothing came out. It feel like your nerves just short circuited. Your body reached the tipping point and just all of a sudden it broke. Your body slouched and your legs gave out. If it wasnât for the arm rest you were bent over you wouldâve ended up on the floor.
He followed right after. You felt him fill you up. His cum leaking out and dripping down your thighs as he pulled out.
âIf you say that to me again weâre gonna have a problem.â
And yet his hands didnât leave your skin. His left rubbed up and down your back and his other ran down your thighs. Scooping his cum with his fingers and stuffing it back inside.
âTony.â
âCouldnât help it.â
I swear to god I was possessed because no way did I just write that. I hope you liked it <3 comments and reposts greatly appreciated x
okay but imagine a 20-something year old gen z girly who works at a coffee shop in nyc. she has a secret twitter where she posts thirst tweets about a certain billionaire superhero and somehow ends up in his bed.
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Would yâall be interested in a fic like this?
Yes ofc
No wtf (Iâm writing it anyway Iâm just curious)
Voting ended onDec 5, 2025
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is this a totally self indulgent fic (yes) but TELL ME WHY THEREâS BARELY ANY TONY STARK FICS LIKE WHAT??
so I took it upon myself to fix it (your welcome) idk if anyone wants this but Iâve been hit with the iron man obsession bug (this is like the 20th time) and Iâm upset thereâs no fanfics so I will be writing one.
im already writing the first chapter now. its gonna be a little rough at first because i have written in FOREVER but i promise itâll be good.
i will be cross posting on wattpad and MAYBE ao3 not sure yet but definitely wp. (@fictionalfairygirl)
there are MATURE THEMES including but not limited to age-gap, daddy kink, smut, mentions of anxiety and depression and many other things in which Iâve not written yet but please be mindful and Iâll post a full list of tw when I upload
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leave me comments/suggestions if you have and prompts/scene ideas you want me to include <3
I hope you enjoy!! Iâll be posting incorrect quotes/drabbles/ and one shots on here in between chapters to help me flesh out the characters and just for fun! If you have any requests lmk!
Bob giving up control of his life to the physical embodiment of his depression and then beating himself up over it and the void just becoming more powerful as a result is such a perfect metaphor. like yeah, that's exactly how it is, you can't beat depression with self-loathing, you need support and purpose and the people you love and loves you. they pulled it off beautifully
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