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tony stark ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ iron man rp blog. 21+ only! mun is 30+ bullied by shadows

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independent blog for ⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 aka 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

"That all you got, a cheap trick and a cheesy one liner?" "Sweetheart, that could be the name of my autobiography."

#philanthropic ; goodwill to fellow members of the human race. an act or gift done or made for humanitarian purposes. an independent mcu version of tony stark played by robert downey jr. bullied by shadows aka lunar ( she / they ). mutuals only. 21+ only! mun is 30+. potential dead dove.

exploring themes of ⎯⎯⎯⎯ trauma with a dash of spice ; replacing memories with humor ; turning our darkness into light ; talking our way out of a situation ; being an asshole 'cause that's all they think you are ; false stoicism ; snarky banter ; trauma bonding ; say it first so they can't hurt your feelings

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very important ⎯⎯⎯⎯ tony has so many kids right now that i'm mutuals with and plotting with. i'm looking for more than just platonic roles. so please no more kids for now lol this might change. but i want to explore some nsfw topics as well and getting rather nervous about putting anything on my dash at this point cause it's nothing but platonic potential interactions. thank you for understanding!

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other homes ⎯⎯⎯⎯ @lunarrps ( multi ) / @scurpuss (joel miller) / @bibrid (lizzie saltzman) affiliates ⎯⎯⎯⎯ @suredid / @mischieflawed / @shieldarchitect

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this is now canon @mischieflawed

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₊˚ ✧ ━━━━ i got a new keyboard hehehehehehhe

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Tony Stark + Anger 💢

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send a symbol for a text!!

ღ for an affectionate text ϟ for a drunk text ☠ for a final text ✫ for a text meant for someone else ¢ for a late night text ∞ for a half asleep text ✯ for an early morning text ➳ for an apologetic text ♭ for an angry text

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headcanon

tony learned how to make his tech waterproof early on. he likes to work well into the night and morning. which means coffee spills and breakfast crumbs everywhere. he's sort of mess proofed his desk. now the papers? those are sadly free game to get ruined. but unless he's got them sprawled out to read they usually get placed on a shelf away from the spill zone.

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"So we're gonna lecture me on my bedroom habits but then DISABLE JARVIS when in potential danger."

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₊˚ ✧ ━━━━ i must break to make dinner (we're having quesadillas and spanish rice) i'll be around disc if anyone wants to keep yapping! also replying to dms on my multi since that's the one logged into the app

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aphrodite / @philanthropic. ♡

control was a thing that wasn't easily granted, but there were a few exceptions to the rule. aphrodite could make someone enjoy anything she decides to do to them, but that isn't how she wants to play tonight. not with him. the smirk on her lips is wide, her fingers applying just enough pressure on his skin to leave imprints—she wanted him to know that if she wanted, she could crush him. he is completely at her mercy in this moment, and she wants to know how much he enjoys that. her eyes shift to his lips, so close to her own, when her hips grind into his. it's slow, sensual, meant to make him feel the heat of her body. she doesn't feel the way a normal woman feels. when people have a taste of her, it is hard for them to go back. “ you have to earn the right to toss me around, anthony, ” she purrs, her voice like a lover's touch. she met his eyes again, that impossible blue dancing with desire and amusement. she let the tension build for a moment longer, before she broke the distance between them, her lips claiming his in a hungry kiss. she let him taste her tongue, before she pulled back, breathing heavily against his kiss-swollen lips with a devious grin on her lips.

“ tell me how you want it, lover. anything you wish. ”

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The pressure of her fingers against his wrists is an obvious warning and one he doesn't mind at all. She could easily crush him and throw him around if she wanted to. Heavily noted. Was this a new thing that Tony wanted to explore more? He'd seen the way Natasha threw people on the mat and had been tossed a few times himself. Sparring sometimes woke things in him depending on the partner. But right now it felt like something far deeper now that he was actually thinking about it. Then there was her teasing him about earning the right to toss her around.

When her lips met his he groaned and melted into the kiss. He returned the kiss with the same hunger and when her tongue pressed to his he moaned softly. He didn't believe in gods or magic or anything that he couldn't seemingly prove with science. But right now he had a goddess standing before him practically telling him to beg and he wasn't going to argue. "I want all of it," he told her, "I want to take you in every room in this house. To devour you in the kitchen then take you in the living room and the laundry room and the bedroom..." His hips brushed against hers again, as if his own form of begging to let him go so he could grab her and put her on the counter or the table and bury his face between her beautiful thighs.

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[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more 👀

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) - always accepting.

Tony had invited Mnemonic over for a few drinks and to hang out a bit more. He'd known her on a more professional level and he had wanted to get to know her on a more personal level. Sure, they knew each other decently enough for him to keep gazing at her lips each time she sipped her drink. He still didn't know her real name though and it seemed a subject she was eager to avoid.

The drinks seemed to help them both drop a bit of their guard and she was sitting on his lap and he wasn't complaining one bit. He'd mentioned something about her touch being something dangerous. Asking if there was a way around the whole "I can't touch you" thing because he was eager to touch her in so many different ways. Especially when she began to grind against him.

It was gentle at first, as if testing the waters. When his hands found her hips and slowly began encouraging her he felt her become truly eager. Every time he went to kiss her she pulled away and it began to build a growing frustration within him. The more she moved against him though the more he wanted her. She began to breathe heavily against his lips as they hovered just out of distance. She seemed to be very careful and conscious of her skin and Tony did his best to respect those boundaries. Though that was crumbling movement by movement against him.

He groaned as his head fell back and he lifted his hips against hers so she could feel how needy he was. "Is there at least something I can call you besides Mnemonic?" He asked as he looked back into her eyes. "You must have some way I can touch you..." His thoughts were a jumbled mess as she panted and whimpered against him with each buck of her hips against his.

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[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex. (from Wanda)

☾ intimacy action prompts. - always accepting.

Tony was just supposed to stop by and collect a few things then return home. Wanda was enjoying a quiet civilian life and he didn't need to drag her back into things. Though that wasn't exactly how Tony operated. Every time he tried to be quiet something bang! would go off in the corner. That bang this time had been him tangling himself in her bed. Again.

Wanda was on top of him, riding him in a way that would have any other man drooling. The way her hips moved without needing help. His hands rested against her waist as she expertly moved up and down but it was the back and forth that drove him wild. Why? Cause it drove her wild. It made her clench and moan and look all around greedy on top of him.

She'd grabbed his shirt at some point and put it on and he thought it was a form of punishment. He wanted to see all of her but damn it was so hot having her ride him while his shirt fell slightly from her shoulder. It was like a dream come true as his hips bucked up to meet her and he groaned. His fingers dug into her skin where he had his hands just under her shirt.

"You gonna keep that on or are you going to stop teasing me and let me see all of you?" He asked and felt his body shudder for a moment when she buried all of him inside her again. "Fuck..."

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Offers him a wrapped peppermint like a lil ole grandma.

random fanmail. - always accepting.

Tony looks down at her as she holds up the candy to him in such a strange manner. "Why are you holding it like that?" He asked with a raised brow and carefully took it from her like it might explode or she might.

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☾ = being found shirtless.

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse - always accepting.

☾ = being found shirtless.

Tony had been walking around looking for yet another tool he'd misplaced. Or rather, one that he had swore up and down that he knew where it was and was now blaming someone for taking it. He was on the hunt around the compound to find it and he was determined that someone else had taken it without his permission. Though he was also almost certain Natasha would find it under a stack of papers or something after he tore apart every room.

His journey led him through the building, ripping open room after room that had been unlocked. He assumed everyone was either gone or if they left the door unlocked that meant they weren't doing anything to warrant a locked door. He also forgot they had invited over a guest. The journalist, Margo. Tony'd had his run-ins with her but this time was just a hair different.

Or rather breasts different.

Tony flung open the door and called out, "If you have my screwdriver I swear to-" His words were cut off when he looked down to see Margo standing there without a shirt on. No bra either which let him free roam of her bare chest. He couldn't pull his gaze away for a moment as he thought about his lips on her skin and... He shook his head and quickly covered his eyes. Tony stepped back and kept the door cracked but resisted looking inside. "You wouldn't happen to have a screwdriver tucked between those do you?" He asked then cleared his throat. "I mean, anywhere in the room?"

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[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more [ coughs. not sorry ]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) - always accepting.

Tony wished he held the same hatred for Bucky that he felt a few years ago. He wanted to say that he still despised him and that he didn't feel anything for him. Not when Bucky grabbed him. Not when Bucky yelled at him. Not when... Fuck. Tony couldn't take this anymore.

They were already somewhere secluded might as well, right? His hands flew to Bucky's face and he pulled him in for a kiss. He wasn't sure what he was doing. Whether it was just a way to get Bucky to shut the fuck up about whatever he was shouting about or Tony had some serious underlying issues he should probably seek out a therapist for.

As Tony held onto his face he felt Bucky kiss back but not just that. His hands were tugging the side of Tony's shirt as he backed him into a wall and began to grind against him. Tony breathed against Bucky's lips as their cocks rubbed against each other through their clothes. He wanted more. He needed more. "You're a prick," Tony growled against Bucky's lips but when he felt how needy Bucky was being he almost regretted that statement.

Their breaths mingled as they held each other close. Frozen. Unsure if they should keep going. At least Tony was unsure. At first. Until he grabbed Bucky by the wrists and spun them to press his back against the wall now. His lips crashing into the man's neck, nipping at his skin, and grinding his hips against his just to see how much he could tease the Winter Soldier until he broke. Maybe even begged.

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headcanon ; whining

Tony has been known to "whine". Not in the way you think. When he doesn't get his way it's not really a pout like you think or a whine like a school girl. More like a child throwing a fit when they don't get their way. Or amping up the snark to 1,000. He's hellbent and determined in all he does. He doesn't like to whine. He likes to shut up and get shit done. Or yap yap yap. But if you manage to get him to actually whine? Congratulations you should probably go out and buy a lottery ticket.

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"I feel like the last cold Caprisun in the fridge right now."

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[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) - always accepting.

Well he was up shit creek without a paddle now. Darcy had been so threatening over the phone he wasn't sure she was actually going to follow through. He should've known better. Those teasing texts were always a threat and a promise.

Tony stood there undressed as he'd been told to. Darcy didn't give him time to protest or get her back. She was very commanding and he didn't complain. Not when it meant she was on her knees in front of him. His cock twitched when her tongue dragged down his stomach and he let out a soft groan. It was bad enough her lips kept dancing around his stomach then his hips and she kept stopping just short of his cock. This had to be some sort of form of torture against the Geneva Convention.

"Darcy," he growled quietly as his hips bucked slightly. "You keep stopping just before you get to the good part." Tony wasn't one to whine - necessarily, it all depended on the situation and right now was the situation. His hands found her hair and he ran his fingers through it as he looked down at her. "You keep teasing me like this I'm just gonna have to get payback ten fold you know that, right?"

That's the rules of engagement with Tony anyway. Toy with him as much as you could because once it was his turn he was going to make you feel thrice as much as you made him feel.