starfish stark

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 :)

i totally can sleep. i’m just choosing not today. here’s some headcanons on first starting to date yandere! tony stark (where he’s lowk tryna play it cool) no major nsfw but one jerking off refrence

in n out dates because he’s a southern californian born guy, and it’s his idea of peak romance.

he flirts with you by wiping the sauce off your lip while maintaining eye contact.

expect gifts of grandeur until he gets a feel for your taste in presents (or lack thereof in his opinion). the more details he gains on you, the more specific he can start being (like are you gold or silver person, do you like heavy furs, are you gonna use a designer purse anytime soon). Eventually, he gets so much information he starts having Jarvis store it in a file for him.

whenever he misses you, he’ll use your shampoo or body wash cause it makes everything smell like you (if you ever point out “huh tony why do you have a full size version of my shampoo” he’ll panic but play it cool and say something like “it’s for when u move over”)

this has been a huge one for me lately: if you go out with your friends, he follows you guys in one of his sports cars with the windows tinted.

every now and then you’ll walk out of whatever cafe/hangout spot/place you guys were at and you’ll see those sleek headlights in the parking lot.

to YOU, it’s a cool car. sometimes you’ll be like “omg my boyfriend has a car like that, so cool…” meanwhile he’s inside trying not to breath too loud so you don’t realize it’s him watching you behind the dark windows

its a teeny bit hot for him.

if u get impressed by the car without knowing its him inside, like it makes tony more bricked up than he ever has been before

if he was a worser man (he is), he would have started jerking off that very second.

evantually this leads to a bit of a paranoia in you that u see tony’s cars everywhere, but u TRY to take it in good nature, but sometimes u still think ur stir crazy and try to keep it to urself

one time tony had a nightmare that u died so he drove to ur place and sat outside in his car for an hour.

he’s obsessed with you in pajamas

learns how to style and braid hair for you. just wants to slowly make you touch dependent on you and make you crave his attention.

pays ur rent and then takes ur rent money to slowly subtly transfer back into ur account bit by bit without u knowing.

tries to convince u to move in on ur 1 year anniversary. it is IMPERITIVE that u say no or else you are being trapped there for the rest of your life.

he has five trakcers on your. one in each sole of your shoes (two in total), one in your phone, one in any jewelery piece you may be wearing, and one in the 'vaccine' that his doctor friend gave you a month ago for the 'flu'.

synthesizes and creates a new type of drug that makes you sleepy and codependant, and only he has the resistant strain. he released it in the air vents whenever you're over (he took the resistant strain as a shot before you came over). you guys cuddle and you're in his arms feeling safe and comfortable and sleepy and he gets to pavlov you into feeling safe whenever you're around him.

AH FUCK OFFFFF THIS IS SO GOOD. this is 100% yandere! tony to me. (p.s. i hope you don't mind that it's yan tony stark :( js let me know if this bothers you and i can write a more normal tony stark ver!)

tony is like a rabbit about sex. despite his age, he never gets sick of it and he never gets tired. it just gets better— i mean more ideas, more kinks, more fantasies, and when he sets his eyes on you, more you.

the first night he went down on you, unrelentingly soft pleasure that wouldn't give up no matter how much you sobbed, you thought this is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. if only you know how much worse it would get.

tony likes to face you during sex, or at least thats what you've gathered from the few times it's happened. he likes looking at you, like he's mapping every reaction, every twitch, whimper, jagged breath. almost as if he looked close enough, he could actually dive into your brain and live amongst your thoughts. from when he ate you out that first night, to stretching you out on his fingers, to rolling his hips against yours with your knees thrown over his shoulders, he likes facing you.

(tony's only actually ever not faced you when he bent you over and fucked you until you cried once. it's a punishment, it's supposed to make you feel small and guilty inside, and that's exactly what happens. it was when you saw the kitchen knife and your mind went blank and you instructually made a beeline to grab it. he scooped you up before you even reached the knife and harshly pressed your face to the cold marble counter, hands twisted behind your back in one of his hands and the other reaching to grab the knife and scrape the tip on the marble in front of your face, in a low voice going "no, honey, you don't get access to that. that's too dangerous for you." he pushed down your pants, and fucked you until you cried out "im sorry im sorry im sorry i won't do it again i won't" and he whispered back "there you are, mmmh, that's it, that's it, everything's ok now.")

anyways. (whore)

point being, he hasn't fucked you enough for you to be used to his size. you still end up bleeding whenever he goes too rough.

so when he slowly manhandles you onto his lap in the lab, dressed in an oversized shirt and panties, you don't expect anything unusual. you've sat in his lap plenty of times. usually he does it during dinner where he can feed you off of his plate. sometimes it's movie night and he decided that no he's not going to let you sit in the corner under a blanket by yourself. there's always some protest at the tip of your mouth, all your limbs ready to flee, but as always, he's faster. he's stronger. and he gets you every time. and you have no choice. you're in his lap.

it's late at night and he kept muttering about how he needed his good luck charm to figure out this last sequence the entire day, so you're bundled up eyes closed and trying to catch some sleep in his arms while he works away, trying to ignore how much your arms hurt from trying to wrestle out of sitting on his lap (it never works).

but then, your eyes shoot open as he slips a hand under the strap of your panties and shuffled enough so he can free himself under his jeans.

vaguely, you make a noise of protest, a whine in your throat as you try pulling away with sluggish limbs. tony shushes you, a chuckle at the tip of his tongue "shhh, just thought you needed a reward for sitting here like such a good girl... let's make you feel good, hm?" and he guides himself in slowly, shuffling around with the clothes in the way, the angle, and tugging you closer until both of you are comfortably pelvis to pelvis and chest to chest.

all thought of sleep is gone from you, as your clit keeps rubbing up against the button of his jeans, a whimper at the edge of your throat. he coos at you, stroking your hair with his hand, "oh, shhh, go back to sleep honey, no need to wake up..." but he's fucking hung. how the fuck are you supposed to go back to sleep now ?!?!?

you shift, whining into his ear when it sends a bolt up your spine. you feel yourself subconsciously pulling your hips back and forth again, chasing the mini high that didn't feel painful, but just felt good.

you're soon whimpering and panting into his ear, the feeling of being stuffed full, humping against the seem of his jeans, warm and sleepy and comfortable all at once... fuck it all just feels too good.

tony is watching you carefully, one hand on your back caressing you up and down, the second you whimper out a desperate, "t-tony, help—" he immiedately puts both hands on your hips to still you, ignoring your pathetic mewl at the loss of friction to say, "shhh, baby, no need to make me feel good. just sit there. no need to squeeze, bounce, talk, or even think for me... just stay still for me and relax, hm? be my lucky charm?" and you nod, pathetically, against his shoulder, shaking and still jittery, but forcing yourself to be still. tony glances at you and grins, knowing he has you right where he wants you as he drifts back to his work.

gosh, he just has a way with commands. something about the way he tells you to do anything is laced with control, with power. everything he says makes you light headed like you stood up too fast and now you're looking for something to hold onto before you drown. it's so weird how he can control you like that, with words and your mind goes slowly blank until you're doing exactly what he asked of you.

and he knows it too. knows that you're blank as a sheet of paper. knows that you're resting your head on his shoulder, sleepy and completely trusting him. you're stuffed full, and you're trusting him. no thoughts behind your eyes, just still.

FUCKKKKK YESSSSS SOMEONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS THE SUIT KINK 😭😭🙏🙏

everytime i see an iron man edit of the suit i actually think i enter ovulation. it's so hot. i don't know what it is. the face plate. the armored layers. the power. the gadgets. the technology. the tony inside of it. im actually going crazy just thinking about it.

in my head, there's two ways this can go.

you and tony are dating and he slowly acclimates you to the suit. leaving the helmet on the dresser while you guys get dirty. tinkering with pieces on the dinner table while wearing his sluttiest tank top and flexing more often than usual. then he take you out in the suit, flying with you in his arms. bit by bit, the pieces add up and slowly you start liking the suit like you like your boyfriend. thats the moment he started to introduce it into your sex lives.

he saves you in the suit from danger and carries you to safety and youre back in the penthouse or mansion and before he can say anything, youre stripping off your shirt and kissing the edge of his faceplace where his jaw would be and all over his suit like it's his actual body. cue the suit sex

there's a lot of tony specific moments he would have with the suit.

vibrating suit gauntlet. he's tinkering with the suit's hand one day up to his forearm, and he calls you down to the lab. immiedately he jumps you, one arm flesh and warm, and the other full of the hum of technology. clothes start to come off and he starts slow (slower than usual), because he slips his gauntlet hand down your stomach and under the strap of your underwear. It's hot, he makes it hot, muttering how 'you know how many people this thing has killed? the sheer power it has? there's around 23 types of weaponry in this glove alone, 12 in the two fingers stuffing you full right now, getting soaked by your pussy. how bout that?'. just when you're getting light headed from his words and the situation, he squints his eyes and makes a small move that makes the fingers start vibrating. and tony stark, if anything, is efficent. he will make you come so hard you see stars.

i think he definitely has a 'pin-her-down' function in the suit. if he's ever feeling freaky (which is always), he'll invite you down to the workshop for some lab sex or find you wherever u are and playfully engage like some wrestling and halfway through the suit (without him inside) pins down the wrists he previously had in the palm of his hand, and you look back and realize fuck there’s two of them. tony has two free hands. you have none.

(i also think if you’re into it, he would set up some kind of predator/prey game into it, letting you run until the suit tracks you down and pins you until tony comes by to fuck you senseless and then disable the suit to let you go.)

i think the above can also be the pin-her-down-and-fuck-her-brainless setting, so it pins you down and works essentially as a fucking machine. he gets all excited showing you about it, telling it commands like, “flip her over. fuck her slow. slower. now fast like a jack rabbit, but don’t let her come. fuck, yeah, just like that.” (he is most definitely watching from the arm chair, jacking off tothe fact that his technology, his holy grail, is fucking you an inch of your life. no refractory period for the suit. no need for it to have a break. just overstimulation over and over again for you. he’s man spreading, one hand stroking himself and one holding a glass of whiskey. he’s so fucking hot.

another idea. tony makes YOU wear the suit. not the whole thing (but i mean who knows he’s kinda freaky like that), but parts of it. in my head, he starts with the helmet, holding your face still and sliding it on. you get the light up view from inside, but rather than flight speeds or weaponry details on the inside, it’s your heart beat, showing you how much it speeds up as tony sticks his hand up your shirt and massages your skin, slow and sensual to the point u feel like you’re losing your mind. and while he’s going down on you, kissing up and down your neck, right where your jaw is under the helmet, fucking up into you until your eyes roll back, he mumbles “see that little red dot baby?”, and you search your light up display until u see the blinking dot in the corner. “yeah… it’s recording… your own personal film, baby, for when i’m on a mission, and you miss me!” yeah… he has an issue.

(also, i think tony has enough of an ego and a sexual drive that he gets turned on by the fact you’re gasping and whimpering for life inside his tech, and also the fact he’s kind of looking at himself (the faceplate) while he fucks you? this man’s a freak. it probably gets him off to see his own billion dollar gold titanium alloy staring at him as he fucks it senseless)

in the future, maybe with nanotech, this evolves into using the suit as restraints or as handcuffs. imagine with that what u will.

ok last one last one. he’s fixing something in the interface of the suit, and he gets inside just to monitor how the update is working. he gets the brilliant idea that he wants you to get yourself off by straddling the thigh of his suit and humping like his personal little bunny.

LETS TALK ABOUT THIS GUYS.

616, aka hot movie tony, and sim, superior iron man, tony.

in my head, 616 tony is much more fluid and nonchalant. he knows he’s good at sex and he knows that he can please a woman WELL. if 616 tony is hitting you first, you’re getting a lot of snarky, sassy sex. expect for him to stroke his own ego on how good he is at this while balls deep, giving you no budge to argue about it cause how could you? youre absolutely incoherent in pleasure and if you do find a way to respond, sim! tony is right there about to hold you down so 616 tony has more places to put his hands.

don’t expect a refractory period break. don’t even try to ask for a condom with sim! tony. 616 might— he has enough experience in sex and hook ups that it wouldn’t bother him too much. sim! tony however?

(“no, i’m not wearing a condom. my body cannot be infected by any disease sexually, nor can it hold any disease to spread to you. pregnancy? no i dont think im worried about that. fine fine, ill order plan B.”)

so 616 pulls out and sim tony automatically shifts your position, pressing your face down into the pillows and lifting your hips up. he doesn’t ask, he manhandles you and maybe apologizes if it hurts.

sim! tony is general approach to sex is wayyyy more methodical than 616 tony just because sex is more of an inconvenience for a superior being such as himself. (but fuck you look so hot when you’re blabbering cause you’ve been fucked stupid, and he really likes you like that. maybe he can induldge in this lust for just you— after all he deserves it. he’s your superior.)

he goes right after 616 tony and goes straight to pound town. strictly speaking, he’s so much more intense than 616 tony. heavier, stronger, faster, lasts longer—

(—and bigger. why do you think 616 had to go first? sim! tony would have torn you up if he went in without that prep.)

you’re in ecstasy. absolute bliss. both these men know how to make you feel good, and god are they vocal and cocky about it. their dirty talk is astronomically good, sending you to your edge way sooner.

the reason they go 616 first and then sim is because 616 is how they get into your pants first. flirting, bickering, casual touches, getting close… sim is too dominating for all the nuance, but a part of him understands that you’d freak out if he walked up to you demanding sex so… 616 is here to butter you up. make you feel hot. make you feel so fucking good you can’t breath.

sim iron man can’t go first cause you’d be way to exhausted to take 616 afterwards. so they tag team you like this, 616 and then sim tony cause it’s all about you. making you gasp until you dee stars. kissing you up between the two of them, both their hands wandering in different directions until you get overwhelmed before any intercourse actually happens.

(since i’m an eater-tony truther. after sim tony finished inside you, 616 tony flips you back over and licks a slow strip, cleaning you up. sim tony can’t comprehend and gets a towel and water. 616 is taking his sweet time and asking soft questions like “was that good? did you feel ok? did anything hurt?” in mumbles between licks. once he’s done, sim tony cleans you up with the warm towel, with careful precision. 616 eases you to drink water and rubs your back, praising you with “you did so well. we’re so proud of you. you’re so incredible.” cuddles between them and head scratches from 616 tony while sim tony holds you (with his massive hands) against his chest. heaven on earth.)