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Hey, welcome — Tony Stark here, at your service. Or alternately, if you're into that, Iron Man. I'm kind of a big deal. Come on in, but... you know the drill. Don't touch my stuff. Independent || Selective MCU Tony Stark RP/Ask Blog Tracking tag: whatthestark
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MCU Tony Stark || Ask/RP Blog

A B S O L U T E L Y canon divergent 

Est. Nov. 1, 2012

Affectionately defamed by Jaime

30+, she/her, tumblr veteran of too long probably

I enjoy everything from multi-para to one-liner icon dialogue

Please check out my Caard before tossing me a meme or reaching out to plot. I will always read your info as well!

Mutuals are welcome to contact me on Disco: Mith # 2574 or Wire: Tony Stark || whatthestark

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"I can't help but oogle you. I mean, you're a work of art and people say that about me but I'm really just made special because of chemicals. Most wouldn't look at scrawny Steve."

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"Did you legitimately just say oogle in complete seriousness? You're killing me here, Rogers. But I'm not most. Obviously." Sighing heavily, Tony shook his head. "Some of that doubt is on me, I know. We both threw it down, but once you hear toxic trash like that, it never really leaves you, and no apology is going to cut it."

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Tony breaks the kiss to brush his lips over Matt's jawline, who in turn lets a satisfied hum slip past his lips. "Game plan?" A low laughter escapes, shaking his head only slightly. "This isn't a game..." He speaks, clearly amused by the statement. "But you're right. I'm not about to share it just yet. Was hoping to find out if even after all this time I can still surprise you." In a good, fun way. Matt's well aware he often surprises him in a bad way. He's pretty sure he's bled over the elevator more than once by now.

He doesn't have to ask Tony to know that he trusts him completely. Which... honestly he could. Especially with this. Matt can hear his heartbeat perfectly well, even with the slight electric noise buzzing through. Tony's heartbeat, breathing and temperature drew a perfect map for him that really he just has to follow. He knows exactly what his lover likes and what he doesn't like. Definitely a benefit to the powers he has; he's amazing in bed.

Lips are pressed right below Tony's jaw, slowly kissing a path down to his throat while one hand moves to slide down over his side towards his hip, putting pressure on it to keep him pinned down.

"You say that like you don't deliver on the daily. If you falling through a moonroof into my lap or showing up with extra holes isn't surprising, I might need to revaluate my definition." He found himself smiling against Matt's skin, the low, playful rumble of his amusement passing between them where they touched.

"Obviously, I definitely prefer the naked kind of surprises to any other sort. But you're calling the shots right now."

And oh, he really was. This wasn't Tony's first sensory deprivation rodeo, but it was definitely the one he already knew he'd remember the best. How could he not? Familiar lips he could only feel traveled lower, finding the place where his pulse thrummed most insistently beneath his skin. Everything was just more, and Tony only noticed a moment later when his fingers curled into the bedding, the urge to reach out, to touch already strong enough that it took a deliberate exercise of will to keep them where they lay.

"So we're not playing." It was a teasing statement instead of a question, and Tony shifted a little restlessly, testing the weight of Matt's hand where it pressed him to the bed. "Doesn't mean there aren't rules."

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“It sounds like you’re asking me out on a man date.”

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"Does it? Huh."

Shit, red alert. That was definitely a call out. Keeping any backpedaling to a mental space, at least, was kind of a victory. Right? Right. Turning his attention back to the schematic that hovered in the air before him, Tony's voice was impressively casual when he replied, one hand gesturing to zoom in on a component.

"I feel like once you've flown to deep space in an alien ship to save at least half of existence with a guy, everything else is low key, but I am interested in your definition of man date. I have a five-star rating and I'd hate to disappoint."

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“Well isn’t that just the pickle on the giant crap sandwich that is my day.”

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"...Very evocative mental imagery you have there. Eloquent, even. You have a gift." Torn between offering first aid and alcoholic reinforcement, Tony chose the latter, unsurprisingly. If the guy could still complain so expressively, he probably wasn't in immediate danger. Probably. Avengers did tend to have higher standards for the definition of injury.

His gaze shifted to the glass as he poured. "I take it you didn't acquire a wing imprint on the side of your face as a stylish aesthetic choice?"

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the day was sunny and warm and overhead, nothing but blue skies. given his profession and tony stark's ability to get what he wanted when he wanted it, it hardly mattered that stephen was making a house call on a saturday when he might otherwise find ways to enjoy the weather. it would be his last house call for this case, and though he was glad that colonel rhodes no longer required his services, a part of him was going to miss spending time at the avenger's compound and working with technology lightyears ahead of what he had at the hospital. at least until those promised upgrades were made. rather than changing into his scrubs, stephen wore what he arrived in. tailored, charcoal grey slacks and a crisp, navy button-up, sleeves rolled to the elbow. no tie, though. it was the weekend, after all. he could use another coffee and had almost stopped for one on his way over, but decided against it. not that he was being sentimental (never), but how many people could say tony stark had made them coffee on more than one occasion? he was welcomed by FRIDAY immediately and allowed to pass through one door after another without stopping. that in itself gave him a particular little thrill that he would be confessing to absolutely no one. but this was the home of the avengers. even he could appreciate that.

as he approached the designated meeting spot (physical therapy rather than rhodes' usual hospital room), stephen caught the tail end of a conversation between the two friends, then walked through the open doors with his chin tilted up and a slight quirk to his lips. "mr. rhodes is no doubt fine. you on the other hand," his smile only grew as he eyed tony, "i'm afraid i can't vouch for."

So off his game he hadn't even noticed the subtle light pulsing on the interface, warning him of the Doctor's arrival, Tony's head snapped up at the familiar voice. Mouth already open to quip back — that was sort of what they did — he found himself struck silent again for one long moment, then another. Strange, Stephen, wasn't decked out in his medical gear for once, and it was exceedingly distracting.

Distracting enough that he apparently stood there, unspeaking, mouth still open until Rhodey snorted audibly from behind him and Tony jolted, finally managing to gather himself enough to snark back.

"Excuse you, I'm the actual definition of fine. The finest, you might say. Voted Hottest Man Alive seven years running until an actual god stole my spot. Unfair by any mortal metrics, but them's the breaks."

The grin he'd summoned by then wasn't diminished at all by the muffled laughter that rose up behind him and Tony winked at the Doctor before turning back to regard his best friend. "You okay, sugarplum? You sound like you might have some kinda sinus thing going on. Maybe he should tuck you in and check back in another week."

"Ha, you wish. Hell no." Rhodey stood alone with visible care, hands braced lightly on the back of the lounger as he steadied himself with way less effort than it had taken a few weeks back. "You've been mother-henning me so bad you're lucky I stayed this long. Hey, Doc—" Lifting his hands from the chair, he stepped out into the open, arms a little stiff at his sides, but his balance obviously night and day from what he'd had at the beginning of the physical therapy sessions.

"Pretty good, right?" Turning in place, he lifted one foot from the ground and balanced with no apparent effort before switching to the other side. "What do you say, can you cut me loose? Before Tony decides to wrap me in bubble wrap and shove me in a closet for my own good?"

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“I hope you fantasize about bending me over your workshop desk.” :3 @kissedbymischief

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"You hope. Like you don't personally curate at least half the depraved things that live rent-free in my head. But if you're looking for naughty validation, I have a couple of prototypes you might enjoy field testing."

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How does your character liked to be touched

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

Tagged by @abcdefghijklmnopqrstucky thank yas hun! <3

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//Hey friends!

Sorry for the quiet and unintended hiatus over here, I greatly underestimated the free time I would have while my little niece was visiting and I've barely slept in almost 3 weeks, lol. The fam is heading home on Monday the 14th, so I'll be around again after that (ngl I might hibernate once they take off, though, I've sorta forgotten what it feels like to sleep an entire night lol).

I'm still on disco at least for part of the day while at work, so poke me there if you wanna chat. I hope everyone's been having an awesome summer ❤️

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