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@starfishstark
hello everyone
i am starfish stark, starfish for short.
i love tony stark and hes my favorite character, so i used to daydream about him a lot. i posted something really self indulgent about him and it got some traction, sooooo here's a masterlist :)
holy shit, you've opened my eyes to the tony stark eater agenda 🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️ 'cause now that i think abt it, that guy is a total MUNCH—imagine coating his beard w juices OUUUUU
bro YES. he loves it. he LIVES for it.
he’ll set you down on bed and kneel in between your legs. he likes pretense, sure, but not as much as getting you to squirm from him hurriedly kissing up your legs and ripping the panties straight off your hips. you complain, like always, but he whispers half-assed apologies and continues, like always.
even when he’s not yandere, tony stark likes to get down and get messy with it. it makes him feel so sensual and all, putting his mouth there, making you start losing it without him even saying a word. yeah, it’s like getting drunk to him, but better because you get more and more blank-minded while he gets to watch you spiral away in the pleasure.
when he’s a yandere??? CMON. this man is literally made to make you feel safe, happy, and pleasured.
the thing with tony is, he doesn’t even view eating you out as like real sex (woah there), and to him, he can’t possibly see why you get so exhausted from it. he’s putting you through 3 or 5 orgasms before hes finally hm maybe this is exhausting for you.
i think there’s a certain part of like feeding you. and then eating you out in return that gets him off. He likes to hand feed you little pastries, fruit, or anything else bit sized, piece by piece. and then once you’re done, he wants to lift you onto the table and eat you out in return.
something about watching you eat from his hand, your lips closing around each new bite, makes him so fucking horny he can’t think straight. it’s him, feeding you. providing for you. it’s him making sure you’re well fed, you’re taken care of, and you being docile about it because you’re his.
he takes care of you. him.
it’s only fair that he gets a piece of desert after feeding you, right? you’re settled onto the table, full after he gets you to clear the plate. he distracts you by leaning up to kiss your lips before he tugs down your panties in one go, and lowers himself back down like a straight right across your thigh. you know what it means. you know what you’re in for now.
he likes kissing up and down your thighs and torso. gets innnnnn it. nose all up in your business like that, clit overstimulated, walls quaking. you stand no chance.
a certain part of me entertains a super sexual tony, eating you out during breakfast and dinner most days (you get a break for lunch), and during movies, during any time he’s free, in the lab, the bathroom, the bedroom, kitchen island, dinner table, spread out and quivering about it.
he also likes how vulnerable it leaves you. he can keep on every piece of clothing and just use his mouth while you’re forced to strip off your pants of any kind, take off your panties (except when he’s feeling especially nasty and wants you to keep them on while he pulls them to the side), you’re bare in front of him, and that’s the whole point. he can reduce you to a pile of nothing, and you can’t stop him.
(believe him, you’ve tried. the first time he tries to eat you off, you’re crying, kicking and screaming until he has you pinned with your back against the bedframe, nanotech holding your wrists behind your back and his shoulders forcing your legs wide open despite your protests. Sometimes, he lets your hands go free so he can full your soft fingertips tugging on his hair in panic and overstimulation. he wants to hear the way you break into tears during your orgasm because you can’t fucking believe that it ended up feeling so good you nearly blacked out for a moment.)
sometimes you indulge him. let him do it, and usually, that makes him stop once you start whining about it. but it’s not a guarantee. he is a rich man after all— you give them an inch, and they’ll take a mile.
that’s tony. you give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile.
hey no yknow no big deal it’s just the yandere blog that got me super into yandere stuff started following me back. no big deal.
(@eevwrites I LOVE YOU)
i’ll kiss you be careful
promise ?
hey no yknow no big deal it’s just the yandere blog that got me super into yandere stuff started following me back. no big deal.
(@eevwrites I LOVE YOU)
People have really forgotten that yandere is literally a horror trope. No I don't want a "green flag yandere" I want an endless pit of dread in my stomach and also a sense of arousal that shouldn't be there
You youths have forgotten the original tomes
dude im literally obsessed with your work please never stop
every time i think i'm gonna stop i inevitably get horny again and come back. we have about 30 years until i hit menopause so i suppose you can expect me to be inflicting my perverted fantasies upon you until around the mid 2050s.
spare alpha dad harvey thoughts....
He likes to "groom" you, but is so nasty and slobbery about it, especially after "the accident". You end up needing a shower after, which thankfully, he's usually lucid enough to understand.
Sometimes, during your heat, he likes to hold off knotting you, just to see how desperate you can get. Harvey is pretty easily bought; with a simple, "Please, daddy, I need you," you can get about anything. Harv' on the other hand, is going to make you negotiate. And he'll hold you to your promises, even if you don't remember them.
He has to knot you twice. He knows you're tired, sweetie. Just lie down and let Harv have his turn.
He wants two bites, for the same reason. You're getting two, and he's expecting two in return.
He is chronically disrespectful of the nest. Harvey's going to barge in there, no invitation, to either join you or drag you out of it. He also takes things. Most of the time, it's something he can fit in his pocket, to calm him during his work day. It's worth paying attention, should he take bigger things. They're going to his den, and they won't be able to placate him for long.
Any sign of independence sets him on edge. On particularly bad days, you shouldn't presume to pick your own clothes, or move to another room without his say-so. It makes him paranoid, like you're testing the waters to run off on him. If you can't read the room, you'll find yourself locked inside it, and fucked out for good measure.
You're a hot topic among some staff at Arkham. He's a cocktail of issues, but the bizarre relationship he has with you seems so out of left field. They all know not to question it, though. He broke an orderly's arms when he jokingly asked if he should put you down as a family or conjugal visit. Regardless, you're useful, in the right doses. Pictures and scented items can prevent unnecessary bouts of agitation. And the promise of visits with you motivate him to cooperate in treatment. There are inevitable outbursts whenever he thinks you're due for your heat. How accurate that is depends on the meds he's on, and whether Dr. Adams allows him access to a calendar. He gets very upset at the thought of you alone, but violent at the notion you might not be. An intern came up with the idea of setting up a daily video call. They're still working out the kinks (pun intended), as it would require someone lucid enough to set up a camera, and you haven't been too receptive to their requests in the past. You should reconsider. There's growing support for the alternative option, and Dr. Cavendish has a stack of signed Temporary Detention Orders on his desk for difficult cases like yourself.
grace who thinks adrian hates him but adrian is just suffering from the worst case of cuteness aggression ever to exist.
grace : rocky…… do you think adrian hates me…?
rocky, who had to listen to adrians squealing before and after everytime they get to visit grace : no definitely not
big fan of strattland being a little too comfortable in each others' space and weirding everyone else out completely straight-faced
Sometimes I think about how far Yandere Tony would go when something bad happened to the reader...like imagine they get hurt, kidnapped, idk something. Last night I had a dream(don't come for me) that for some reason I got blipped and Tony was panicking and all, like his reaction to Peter getting blipped but way worse and it really showed yandere tendencies...LIKE IDK MY BRAIN KNOWS ME TOO WELL...Like imagine you come back from the blip or whatever and he gets more crazy, yah I'm so ready for him.
fuck OFFFFF I HAD A DREAM ABOUT THIS. i’m gonna call it the dead wife x tony stark au
tony stark goes absolutely ballistic when he finds out you’ve died in the blip, and instead of trying to save everyone, he just tries to save you.
you and tony had been going through a rough patch. and when you two separate, and he loses peter and everyone and he loses, there’s no one else in his mind that could ease that pain except you. so when he comes back, he can’t even look at pepper or steve, he wants you.
but you’re dead. you’re missing. and he never had the chance to say goodbye.
(it makes his hands shake. he can’t see two feet in front of him, he’s weak, he’s just lost everything, and you’re not there. you’re not anywhere, you’re fucking dead.)
(it takes tony stark two month to gain back his mobility and weight. his fatigue is gone by month three. his muscles are back by month five. he has time travel by month six)
only there’s a couple things fucked up about the timeline when he goes back to see you. he goes back to when you first got together.
it’s nearly heartbreaking, seeing you and younger him through the window of a diner, grabbing breakfast and teasing each other over maple syrup. you’re wearing these blue jeans and his MIT henley. you’re laughing at some joke he said. you haven’t complained about being awakened by his nightmare last night. you’re kind. you’re here you’re alive.
and now he’s killed his younger self.
he reprogrammed JARVIS (holy shit he missed JARVIS), snuck back into the house and pulled on his younger versions clothes. he can’t sleep, so he holds you in his arms until you wake up and he pretends to wake up by your side.
during breakfast, you pop a blueberry into your mouth while tony makes pancakes. he remembers this day, remembers how you almost tripped on the rag he placed on the floor to clean up the spilled milk for his coffee. this time, he picked it up before you even entered the room.
you sit up on the counter and talk to him, and he keeps glancing at your face, at you, it’s like he can’t look away. it must be unnerving, he thought, but you kept laughing at his nervous jokes, and taking bites of blueberry pancakes off his fork.
“you’re looking at me funny, tony. somethin’ on my face?” you say, tilting your head at him. it’s silly, its you and it’s everything he’s been running after in the last 6 months.
“just had a funny dream,” he says. “it felt long. woke up weird…”
“You ok, tony?”
Tony leans toward you, cupping your face with his fingers. “I’m fine baby. just a dream.”
i keep thinking completely fawn! crybaby! reader in her flight or fight responses. like she js gets terrified of clark and bruce’s strengths and ends up listening to everything and never wanting to break a rule (on purpose). the only thing she can’t stop? her crying.
she’ll take a bite from their fork and sit on their lap but her eyes start sparking up in tears because she’s thinking about how much freedom she doesn’t have anymore. she’ll watch movies with them before crying halfway because of a sad plot line or character backstory. tears for everything, and of course she’s a messy crier so now every room has a tissue box and clark and bruce and experts in calming you down or comforting you while wiping your red nose (sick bastards they live for it).
she doesn’t mess up rules often, terrified that they’ll actually hurt her severely, so she’s jittery and nervous 24/7 around them (until they make her come enough times to see stars around their fingers and she as limp and pliant as a ragdoll). the only rules she might mess up is calling them clark or bruce instead of pa or dad, mostly because if she panics about anything (spilling a cup of water during dinner by accident, tripping and scrapping her knee on something, anything that makes her panic that they’ll get mad at her), she isn’t thinking clearly, forgets about rules, and defaults to clark and brucie.
how do we feel about crybaby! reader
oh they loveeeeeee a crybaby, for sure! you're so easy to manipulate, especially when you fawn and freeze over just about anything that could potentially upset them. you know what would really upset them? talking about, denying them affection, trying to escape...all the other things are just so inconsequential, but they really love how easy it is to bring you to tears. so much easier to condition you that you should really be afraid of the outside world instead of them. it's safe in here with them. do you really think anyone else would put up with all this crying? they love you so much, so of course it doesn't bother them. no one else would love you as much as they do, comfort and calm you as much as they do, be as good to you as they are...
thinking about Tony making NOAH clip the surveillance footage every time you willingly show him affection…or maybe having scheduled calls with you through NOAH no matter where you are in the house so you don’t miss them
hello freaks of yandere tony stark. somehow im terrified that my asks have gotten so derailed that someone else on the internet has referenced a very niche concept that had previously been brewing in my head for ages with no one else that knows about it. so. wow im so happy we have people on the yandere tony stark train.
YES. 100 times over, yes, tony clips everything. you know billionaires love surveillance? well tony doesn't really care about the rest of the world, he'll have jarvis shift through that for dangers, but NOAH is specifically for your surveillance. So without further ado, here is a list of mp4s in the “her folder” on Tony’s secure drive.
The first time you sniffled into his hand when he hugged you. It’s the closest (at that point in time) that he had of you hugging you back
When you snuggled into your pillow in your sleep during the third night after crying yourself to sleep.
When he forced you to sit on his lap during movie night, the fifth night in you didn’t immediately move your face from his hand when he tucked your hair behind your ear.
The first time you leaned your head to his chest when he was cuddling you (manhandling you into cuddles)
The first time you asked him for something (it was a book you wanted to read), and he made you say “uhm, p-please, tony?”
A list of his favorite times you said “Tony”. He jerks off to it in the lab some evenings.
When Tony left to grab some supplies and last minute groceries for something and you anxiously searched the entire house, calling out his name and freaking out that he left you there. (this one actually made him bricked when NOAH played the surveillance through his phone at the Trader Joes. just you, wandering around, about to tear up at every empty corner while you called out tony).
You in his clothes for the first time, falling asleep.
When you slept on the couch after dinner, and he decided to move you to the bed and you snuggled into his arms as he lifted you
The first time you kissed him on the cheek after you negotiated him into getting you something else to pass time. (You asked if you could start a vinyl collect, with headphones to listen to them with. More books, maybe? Magazines? Perhaps puzzles?) he told you to come settle in his lap for a while and give him a kiss to think about it with. And you did. You slowly crawled into his inviting lap, shuffling until you got comfortable and laid your head on his shoulder. Then once he said ‘my kiss, baby?’, you slowly raised your lips to his scruffy cheek and pressed a quick kiss. Tony sighed like he was weightless.
Tony has the first time he kissed up your neck, every time you squirmed and grasped his face trying to push him away. You whimpered, and it got him so hard he physically felt all the blood drain from his head. He groaned into your collarbone, hands feeling up your shirt until you cried trying to push him off. That one he routinely watches
The first time you got excited at something. Your book made some plot twist that made you jump up from your reading nook and pace around the room. You were so immersed you barely reacted to him hugging behind your back, quickly reading to the last line in the page and then making a shocked expression at tony, and then pointing to the last line in your book, trying to animate and explain everything that happened. It was the first time you openly laughed.
The first time you two cuddled after you had a bad nightmare of being terrorized by some foe of iron man, and you were so scared and shaking that you fell into his arms and cried about everything that scared you in the nightmare, up until your eye ran dry and red.
Once, you grabbed his hand to point him to something that had been bothering you at home, and tony genuinely got butterflies the second your soft hands held his. (perhaps a little hard too, but you didn’t need to know that).
The first time you WILLINGLY hugged him after he had to be gone the whole day on official business. He enforces hugs 24/7 now. Goodbye hug. Welcoming hug. All the time in between. (and of course, sometimes he catches your face and kisses you breathless while you cant’ move your head away)
He introduces you to Pepper (who knows you exist but she won’t do anything because you keep Tony sane. If she took you away, he’d go beserk), and you hide behind his arm and entire time. You barely can stand being in the room without him, you follow him from place to place. You hold his arm, your fingers nervously squeezing the hard muscle. Even in the following days after, you seemed closer than usual, wanting to hold onto him, fighting no affection from him at all. It was pure bliss.
(He started fantasizing about introducing you to the avengers after that and getting you all nervous and clingy again.)
He has that one time you cried after he fingered you, and you wanted to curl up in his chest. Of course, he let you, grinning like a mad man and kissing you all over while you sniffled into his arc reactor and held you hands around his neck.
Ok starfish tired she’s going sleep now. goodnight !!
baby you reblogged ONE post by me and i got 68 notifications IM FRIED this has never happened to me before !! i love you ty hun !!
love you bby!
More portraits from this shoot Just look at him ♥
me when i can’t see who the person waving at me is cause i forgot my glasses
me when they come close enough and i can tell it’s my best friend
carnivore on carnivore ccomfort
Tony enlisting his AIs to gaslight reader into staying with him. Like, who is going to believe that JARVIS or FRIDAY would lie to you? They have strict protocols, remember? And Tony himself is just so smart, so why would you think he’d program something that gives you false information? Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should sit down or go rest for a bit.
is this a safe space to talk about my oc ai idea with yandere! tony stark?
NOAH, short for Nurturing Oversight And Help, is Tony’s house-ai for you. JARVIS (i always write with JARVIS over FRIDAY usually), is all about iron man, Stark Industries, Lab stuff. NOAH is everything Tony built to reinforce you after being kidnapped.
right afterwards when you’re disoriented, confused, scared, you ask NOAH about the time, date, world events, all types of other questions to keep you sane. NOAH answers honestly, kindly, almost enough to make you trust it. It was truth, right?
In time, when you’re allowed to watch movies and get media, it’s so weird that all the media has some element of some girl character being taken care of by an older gentleman. there’s oddities, such as the gentlemen being controlling, possessive, and infantilizing the girl, yet it’s so odd cause you’ve watched this before. that didn’t exist, did it…?
(it’s all NOAH’s work to change dynamics, scripts, and scenes to start reinforcing you mind to think what Tony was doing was normalized.)
then there’s all of Tony using NOAH around you.
“NOAH, dull the lights, it’s too bright for her right now.”
“NOAH, where is she? NOAH, please don’t tell me you told her about XYZ?” (something he completely set up so he could comfort you or control all the information being given to you.)
“NOAH, please remind her that you existed far before she was kidnapped, and you have strict protocols. i wouldn’t mess around with your code like that, right? please tell her i’m not citing fake science.” (and he’s talking about how co-sleeping and cuddling will improve your dopamine rates, and how he NEEDS to fuck you minimum once per day to make sure you’re sexually healthy. it’s a new study baby, why would NOAH lie to you?)
i think this is what i have so far. love yandere tony stark
really thinking about sleezy harvey who harasses you at your diner job…you agree to play nice so he won’t trap you in his penthouse and he’s just loving the cat and mouse going on between you two. the back and forth, the bartering for your freedom; it’s foreplay to him. he regularly pulls you into the back of his town car in the back alley of the diner after a long shift for a steamy makeout session while his goons stand guard. you’re kissed breathless and stumble out positively bitten from your lips down to your ankles. harvey’s a gentleman, so he always gives a ride home after.
but he starts to get bold, too bold. his hand worms its way into your pants, his knee pins you in place between your legs, he’s ripping the buttons off your shirt. there’s no pretense to it anymore, he’s a man starved. you’re propped on the hood of his car while he eats you out, already having made his goons turn around so they wouldn’t get a good look at you like this. you’re putty in his hands after he unwillingly gives you the hardest orgasm of your life and allow yourself to be tucked in the crook of his neck on the drive back. you’re too ashamed to even face his men, but really it’s better if you don’t acknowledge them at all. they blow past your apartment and you peak up from under harvey’s coat, asking him where he’s taking you. it’s time the game is over, isn’t it?
