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a continuation of https://archiveofourown.org/works/60753337 please - maybe other!Tony going back to his universe and making a move on (his) Stephen.

Returning to his own universe is, unfortunately, just as unpleasant as being summoned into the alternate one had been. The transition feels like having his entire body pulled through a one inch tube, complete with the certainty that he couldn’t survive the experience, even though he’d done it once before.

Tony comes back to himself on his hands and knees in the Sanctum, staring down at a pool of his own vomit. Groaning loudly, he pushes himself back onto his heels and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. “Please tell me I never have to do that again.”

Stephen—Doctor Strange—is standing over him. “Unfortunately, I can’t account for the needs of every universe out there,” he says, and offers Tony a hand up.

Tony takes it, making sure to grip Strange’s forearm instead of his hand. Would he have thought of that before? From the surprise in Strange’s eyes, probably not. Tony tries not to feel guilty about that; they didn’t interact very often, and Strange had offered despite expecting the strain on his hand.

“I take it their crisis was resolved acceptably?” Strange asks. He summons a water bottle and hands it to Tony, who takes it gratefully and immediately downs half. “I held the retrieval until the multiversal fabric seemed to indicate a good moment, but it’s impossible to be certain of these things.”

“The timing was great,” Tony assures him. He’d even had morning after breakfast with multiversal Tony and his Stephen. You have to make a move on your Stephen. 

“What’s that look for?” Strange asks warily.

Tony grins. “Multiversal me was married to multiversal you.”

Strange’s eyebrows fly upward. “Really? Married?”

Surprise, but no skepticism. Nice. “Really,” Tony confirms. “What would you say to a date?”

“Just because they’re compatible doesn’t mean we will be,” Strange says. “There are infinite variations across the multiverse.”

“It’s not a guarantee, but it’s a damn good indicator.” Tony downs the rest of the water to cover a sudden surge of nerves. When he finished, he caps the bottle and looks around for a bin, catching himself a moment before chucking it into the Cauldron of the Cosmos. Probably best not to antagonize the wizard if he wants a date.

Smiling, Strange takes the bottle from Tony and drops it through a portal. “I suppose I can handle a date.”

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Omega!Tony has a massive habit of kicking his leg whenever he's overstimulated during sex/rimming.

Which results in alpha!Steph occasionally and accidentally getting kicked in the nose

Poor Stephen. 😂

Behind the cut for obvious reasons.

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Stephen tightened his grip on Tony’s thighs as he plunged his tongue deep inside the omega’s dripping hole. Tony moaned loudly, his legs flexing under Stephen’s hands. Face buried in Tony’s ass as it was, Stephen should have been out of range of flailing legs, but he’d gotten too many knocks to the head to take anything for granted.

They seemed safe today, though, Tony’s voice rising into a sharp keen of need as Stephen ate him out. Grinding his cock into the bed, Stephen pressed close against Tony, slick soaking his goatee, the scent and taste of his omega driving a flush of euphoria.

“Yes!” Tony shouted, thighs twitching. 

Stephen's jaw ached, but he never let up with lips and tongue, barely able to breathe he was so buried in Tony. 

With a wail, Tony came, hips bucking, slick pouring out of him. Despite getting drenched, Stephen didn’t let up, licking deep into Tony until the shudders of his legs calmed. 

Finally, Stephen pulled back, relaxing his grip—

—and with one last flinch of sensation, Tony drove a foot right into his nose.

Falling over, hands clapped over his face, Stephen groaned as much in frustration as in pain.

How had he not learned better by now??

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Fluff where younger!tony likes tying ribbons on older!stephens fingers/bicep/wherever and Stephen sits through it because he knows it calms Tony down after getting into another fight with his family, and Stephen lets Tony rant to him about it

I haven’t specified their ages here because it didn’t seem relevant to their conversation, but I think the nature of the conversation makes it clear that Stephen is further down his life path. I leave specific ages to your imaginations.

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“He acts like I’m still a child,” Tony says, brow still furrowed in anger despite the fact that he’s already gone through two ribbons: a dark blue one tied with a simple but perfectly executed bow around Stephen’s bicep and a blue-green one wrapped twice just above his elbow and tied with a more complicated knot. It was a bad fight, then.

“That’s not unusual for parents,” Stephen says, even though he agrees. He’s wary of pushing Tony away from Howard, even though some distance might be beneficial. Tony’s parents already disapprove of him, he can’t afford to look like he’s trying to isolate Tony.

Tony selects a lighter green ribbon and starts weaving it around Stephens forearm. “There’s a difference between ‘You’ll always be my baby’—” he must be quoting Maria “—and assigning someone to monitor me in the lab.” Stephen winces. The lab is Tony’s haven. “I wonder sometimes,” Tony goes on, keeping his eyes on the criss-crossing of the ribbon, “if he doesn’t want me to succeed. The babysitter in the lab, the constant reports, the critiques twice as harsh as anyone else in R&D gets… I know he doesn’t trust me,” Tony’s voice goes bitter. “He’s made that clear. But this is more than that. It’s starting to feel like sabotage. So I called him on it.”

“I’m guessing that didn’t go well.”

Snorting, Tony ties off the green ribbon and chooses a delicate yellow one for Stephen’s fingers. “There was a lot of shouting. He told me it’s his company and he calls the shots. I told him that ‘Because I say so’ is for children. He said I was his child. I told him to give me one good reason for the constraints he’s put on me. He said he didn’t have time for my bullshit and stormed out.”

“I’m sorry,” Stephen says quietly.

Tony sighs. “It’s not like it’s a surprise. He’s never had time for me.” The yellow ribbon is finished with a fluffy bow that looks like it belongs on a gift box. Lifting Stephen’s hand, Tony places a kiss on the strips of satin. “Thank you.”

“I’ll always make time for you,” Stephen promises.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Originally Posted on Tumblr, Ficlet, Time Loop, Pre-Relationship Series: Part 1 of IronStrange Week 2025 Summary:

Stephen decides to get Tony's input on an ethical quandary.

Day 1 – July 6 – Chronic Pain | Time Loop.

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IronStrange Week plans

I originally planned to write a single fic incorporating all 7 prompts, but life happened and I didn't get it written. So instead, I'm going to do 2 ficlets per day for the week -- one from my inbox, and one for IronStrange Week.

Normally, I keep ficlets exclusive to Tumblr for at least one week before posting on AO3. But I want to post the IronStrange Week prompts to the collection, and while back dating the ficlets will probably put them in the correct relative order to the IronStrange Week ficlets, it would annoy me if it didn't work. So just for this week, they'll go up to AO3 on the same day as they go up on Tumblr.

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24 AO3 uploads incoming

I got behind on my ficlet uploads again. 😂

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hair petting as comfort with ironstrange :3, Stephen receiving?

also sometimes when I’m craving some good fic I hop into your ao3 and binge read all your drabbles, they never fail to make me super happy!!

*beams* I love that my drabbles have brought you happiness! 😀 Thanks so much for letting me know, it’s lovely and motivating to hear. ❤️

And here we go with some comfort!

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Stephen portals into his and Tony’s bedroom wearing nothing but one of the bathing robes they keep at Kamar-Taj. He’d shed his sorcerer’s garb there, soaked with blood and ichor as it was. Moving slowly, fatigue weighing down his limbs, he pulls on his favorite pair of worn sweatpants and a loose, soft t-shirt. 

When he pads into the living room, Tony looks up from whatever he’s watching and his brow creases in concern. He doesn’t ask, though, not yet. Stephen had told him about today’s mission before he’d left. Instead, Tony sets aside his drink and pats his thigh.

Stephen lays on his side on the couch, facing the TV, his head propped up on Tony’s leg. The moment he’s settled, strong fingers gently stroke over his hair. Stephen lets his eyes close, savoring the gentle caress. Tony’s touch is steady and soothing. Occasionally he’ll slide his fingers between the strands and give Stephen’s scalp a light massage, or trail his finger over the curve of Stephen’s ear, but mostly he just pets Stephen. 

Later, they’ll probably talk. When the moment isn’t so raw. For now, Stephen is just grateful that Tony can give him this simple, silent comfort.

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I keep missing the prompts opening 😭

To be fair, they've been opening and closing really fast lately!

I'm seriously considering doing a round with the rule "If you've submitted a prompt in the last two rounds, please do not submit in this round unless I post otherwise." It would be based on the honor system, of course, since there's no way to tell anons apart. But it would probably help give a few people a chance who don't normally get one in.

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My inbox didn't lie, I just can't count. There are 20. Brain, stop confusing both me and everyone else!

prompts are closed!

I forgot that my limit was 15, not 20, and accidentally stayed open for 18 prompts. Oops.

Edit: Make that 19. 😅

Edit 2: Okay, I might as well take the last one that just came in for an even 20. LOL.

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My phone died days ago and I had in the notes app a list of prompts where I choose one to send every time you give us green light (and the prompts I have sent before). Well I don't remember any of them and couldn't think of any (that's why when I come up with something I write it down and how it was a list) so I hope my fellow bottom!Stephen enthusiasts took one for the team and sent something

I totally sympathize with the brain blanking on prompts when they're offered. The same thing happens to me when people ask me to give a prompt. Keeping a list is an excellent idea!

Alas, only 6 prompts out of 21 20 were smut, and all but one of them specified bottom!Tony. The bottom!Stephen folks shall have to rally next time. 😁

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My inbox *lied* to me, there are 21 prompts in there. *facepalm*

prompts are closed!

I forgot that my limit was 15, not 20, and accidentally stayed open for 18 prompts. Oops.

Edit: Make that 19. 😅

Edit 2: Okay, I might as well take the last one that just came in for an even 20. LOL.

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hii! I was the anon about the size of a forearm prompt, I can't remember if I spelled forearm or forehead (I meant forearm if I did) and it was autocorrect, terribly sorry! I meant forearm if I accidentally mistyped!🫶🏻☹️

Not to worry, it came through as "forearm". (My auto-correct aggressively tried to turn that into "forewarn". LOL.)

Although I'm kind of sad now that it didn't turn into "forehead", because in context that would have been a truly hilarious typo.

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prompts are closed!

I forgot that my limit was 15, not 20, and accidentally stayed open for 18 prompts. Oops.

Edit: Make that 19. 😅

Edit 2: Okay, I might as well take the last one that just came in for an even 20. LOL.

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prompts are open!

The prompt schedule is: Open until 15 prompts are received, closed until all prompts are filled. I'm requesting that any one person limit themselves to submitting 2 prompts per round, so that more people can submit.

Guidelines for prompts are in my pinned post here.

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Some alpha/alpha ironstrange smut, please? Preferably Tony making good on his promise from part 1 and taking his time with Stephen who is beyond desperate from just being fingered

For a mini-series that started with a smut prompt, it’s been remarkably G-rated lately. You’re right, we’re due. 😁 

Behind the cut for the usual reasons.

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Tony lay next to Stephen, one hand wrapped around him, his fingers buried in Stephen’s slick, stretched hole. Stephen was glowing with sweat, damp locks of hair falling into his eyes. Tony brushed them back with his free hand. God, Stephen was gorgeous like this, his eyes blown with arousal, his body shaking with need.

“Tony,” Stephen whined. You’d never know he was an alpha, not from that tone. It sent a hot throb through Tony every time. Stephen was so sharp and proud outside of bed, it made the fact that he got off on being bent over and opened up and made to beg twice as arousing.

“Problem?” Tony asked with exaggerated innocence. He kept up the slow, steady plunge of his fingers, occasionally twisting or spreading them. 

“Please.” Stephen squirmed, hips trying to push back onto Tony’s hand, but Tony just moved with him. “Please, alpha!”

Fuck, that was so good. Tony gave him a couple of hard thrusts as a reward, his knuckles pressing into the curve of Stephen’s ass. Stephen cried out, squirming harder. “Such a sensitive hole,” Tony said, hooking his fingers to tease the rim.

“Please, I want your cock,” Stephen begged. “I need it, Tony! I’m aching.” 

Tony’s cock was aching, too, but he was in no rush. Not when Stephen begged so beautifully. “Just a little longer,” he said, and savored the desperate keen that Stephen released in response.

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Stephen accidentally gets hit with some magic aphrodisiacs and the only way to clear it out is to fuck it out of his system. Tony is more than happy to help his husband with this utterly tragic event

A horny Stephen is a very kinky Stephen ;)

You didn’t specify kinks, so I went with bondage (just a tiny mention), overstimulation, and quite a bit of comeplay. 😁

Behind the cut for obvious reasons.

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Stephen squirms against his bonds and lets out a loud cry as Tony milks his cock through an intense orgasm. Come pours from him, far more than normal, an effect of the magic that wracks him. 

“Oh, that is impressive,” Tony says, running his fingers through the come that’s pooling in the creases of Stephen’s groin and spilling over, slicking his balls and dripping onto the bed. He lifts his hand to Stephen’s face and smears it over his mouth and chin.

Stephen moans, tongue slipping out to catch some of it. He can’t bring himself to be upset about the mess he’ll have to clean out of his goatee later, not with the lust still pounding through his veins. “More,” he demands when Tony withdraws his hand.

Tony grins. “As you wish.” He reaches between Stephen’s legs and finds his hole. The excess of come has dripped down there, too. Tony pushes a finger inside and Stephen groans at the knowledge he’s being opened up with his own seed. It’s filthy, and incredible, and Stephen’s cock quickly rises back to full hardness as Tony works his fingers into him. 

“Should I fuck you now?” Tony asks, twisting three fingers inside Stephen’s hole, his dark gaze fixed on Stephen’s.

“Not yet,” Stephen pants. As much as his whole body is throbbing with hunger, he knows it hasn’t peaked yet. “Make me come again first.”

“Demanding,” Tony teases, but he finds Stephen’s prostate with clever fingers and strokes it until Stephen is sobbing, tears running down his face. This orgasm is just as voluminous than the last. Tony’s hands are wet with it as he lifts Stephen’s legs and spreads them wide, making space for himself. “Now?” Tony asks impatiently, his cockhead already rubbing against Stephen’s hole.

Stephen is still hard despite his orgasm, and the need burns through his veins. “Yes,” he gasps, too desperate to wait any longer. If he hasn’t peaked yet, surely Tony will be able to fuck him through it. 

The hot stretch of Tony’s cock sliding into him makes Stephen shout. He arches against his bonds, pleasure crackling almost painfully across his nerves. Tony doesn’t slow down, just buries himself deep inside Stephen. He pauses there only for a moment, just enough time for Stephen to catch his breath, before he starts thrusting. 

“Oh, yes,” Stephen sobs, “Yes, please, fuck.” Tony’s cock feels like a brand inside him, it’s so hot. His thighs ache where Tony is holding them up and open, and the slap of Tony’s hips against his ass is a sharp counterpoint that only seems to drive the ecstasy higher. 

Stephen comes in the middle of it, his cock spurting streams of come across his belly now. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Tony groans. “You’re absolutely drenched.”

“Tony,” Stephen keens. He’s still hard. Fuck, it almost hurts, three orgasms in, but need and lust continued to course through him. 

“You’re not anywhere near done, are you?” Tony asks breathlessly. Stephen shakes his head helplessly. Tony grins. “Don’t worry, baby,” he says. “I can go all night.”

Stephen moans.

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Enemies to lovers next part? Thank you so much, you are great!

This is the last part of the plot of this mini-series, but if there’s something specific folks want to see, you are welcome to send prompts (once they re-open) for those moments. 😀 Please do specify which, though—after this part, if you sent “next part” prompts, I’ll turn them down. 

I’ve gone with a classic Avengers lineup for this AU: Captain America, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, and Hawkeye. I’ve thrown Wonder Man in because part two of the mini-series specified a new heavy hitter, but he’s really just a placeholder. Sorry to any fans of his. 😂

Behind the cut because this is long.

Edit: Forgot to link the rest of the series! -- Most of it is here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4654810 -- The part before this one is here: https://www.tumblr.com/infiniteeight8/785844557598408704/hi-i-like-to-request-another-part-of-the?source=share

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Discovery became inevitable after Tony gave Stephen the suit.

He’d known that was the case when he made it, of course, though he hadn’t been sure where he’d be when it happened. Stephen has been wearing the suit beneath his robes, which has put off the moment a few more months, but there was always going to be a fight where it was exposed.

Knowing that doesn’t make it any easier when the moment comes.

It takes less than a minute for the news to slap a DOCTOR STRANGE USING IRON MAN TECH? banner on the battle. For once, Tony wishes his work was less identifiable. It takes the Avengers longer to notice than the news, caught up in the fight as they are. When they do realize, their moment of shock actually turns the tide for Stephen and his sorcerers. The Avengers retreat, and the feed switches to the talking heads. Tony turns it off and flops onto his back on their bed, groaning.

Stephen finds him a moment later, his robes still smouldering. “I take it the suit didn’t go unnoticed,” he says, sighing as he sits on the edge of the bed next to Tony.

“Nope,” Tony says. “They’re going to think you’ve corrupted me somehow.”

“Mostly likely,” Stephen admits. “Provided you don’t leave the Sanctum of your own accord, I promise there’s nothing they can do to remove you by force. If they attempted it, the Sanctum would translocate you before they reached the front doors.”

That relieves one worry, at least. “Thanks.” Tony sits up. “I better head downstairs. I doubt it’ll take them long to decide to come charging to the ‘rescue.’”

“Do you want me with you?”

Tony shoots Stephen a wry look. “That won’t help convince them I’m here of my own free will.”

“I don’t care what they think,” Stephen says. “I care about what you want.”

Tony smiles and leans over to give Stephen a kiss. “It’s fine. I’ll handle this.”

It takes a little longer than Tony expects, actually. He’s sitting on the bottom steps of the main staircase, waiting, when the Sanctum lets him know that he has visitors on the step. The temptation to have it open the doors before they can knock is huge, but Tony waits instead. Will Captain America knock, or will the Hulk attempt to knock the doors down? Attempt being the key word; there’s a reason the Avengers have never moved in force against the Sanctum, despite knowing its location.

The knock wins, though it’s really more of a hammering. “Let them in,” Tony says. The Sanctum hesitates a moment, but it does swing its doors open.

The team charges in, fully decked out in their battle gear. They even brought the new guy with them, Tony notes. He’s dressed in a black bodysuit decorated with a red W. Or maybe it’s an M? Honestly, it looks mostly like a jagged design. Maybe it’s a W and an M?

When they realize he’s sitting calmly, waiting for them, they come to a confused, uneven halt. “Tony,” Steve says, and then stops, visibly at a loss. 

“Captain Rogers,” Tony acknowledges. Then he waits. Normally, he prefers to control the conversation, but this time he doesn’t really care where the conversation ends up, only about what they have to say. Besides, finding him calmly waiting for them has them off balance, and this gives them less time to think. And less ammunition.

After a moment, Steve lowers his shield and pulls down his cowl. “We were worried about you.”

Tony raises his eyebrows. “You’re about—” he ostentatiously checks his watch “—ten months late for that. But better late than never, right?”

The Hulk grunts, drawing all eyes, and then rapidly shrinks down into Bruce again. “We thought you were dead,” Bruce says the moment he’s verbal again. 

“There was a body,” Clint adds. 

“Really?” Tony asks. “The press didn’t report one. Maybe… there was something suspicious about that body?” Tony asks. “Something that made you decide you shouldn’t make it public knowledge? Something might have made you think twice about what happened?” Steve is stoic, but Bruce looks uncomfortable and Natasha and Clint exchange a glance. “Funny, isn’t it, how Stephen noticed something was wrong when none of you did.”

“Stephen?” the new guy asks, frowning.

Steve waves the team to silence. “Clearly, we need to talk,” he says to Tony. “Can we have this conversation somewhere else?”

“Sure.” Tony stands. “The Sanctum has a really nice sitting room we can use.”

“Outside the Sanctum,” Steve says.

Tony’s response is flat. “No.”

“If you’re not allowed to leave—”

“I’m allowed to go wherever I please,” Tony interrupts. “I’m not confident that if I leave the Sanctum with you, I won’t end up locked up in the Avengers Compound for ‘my own good.’”

“You must realize how this looks,” Natasha says, stepping forward. “Doctor Strange kidnaps you—”

“Stephen didn’t kidnap me,” Tony interrupts again. “Mordo kidnapped me. I spent six weeks in his dungeons before Stephen rescued me.”

Clint gives Tony a hard look. “Since when are you on a first name basis with Doctor Strange?”

“Since I’ve spent the last eight and a half months living with him,” Tony says dryly. 

“If Doctor Strange rescued you,” Steve says, “and you’ve been free to go where you please for the last eight months, why didn’t you come home?”

“Home?” Tony laughs sharply. “Home? You mean back to the team that never came looking for me? The team that replaced me after six weeks? The girlfriend that was already in another relationship? Is that the life you wanted me to come home to?”

Steve grimaces. “We thought you’d want… life… to go on.”

“Sure,” Tony says. “I would. After you were done grieving. But no one really grieved at all, did they? I’m not angry that people moved on, Steve. I was hurt that it was so easy. That I was so replaceable. That told me a lot about how people really felt about me.”

“And it’s better here?” Natasha asks skeptically.

“Yeah, it is.” Tony takes a long look at them and snorts. “But that doesn’t matter, does it? You didn’t come to get me because you were worried about me. You came because you were worried about my work, and how it’s helping Stephen instead of you.”

“The Sorcerers are bad guys, Tony,” Steve says earnestly, which only confirms Tony’s words. 

“No, they aren’t,” Tony replies, even though he knows it’s not going to do him any favors. “They’re working just as hard to protect people as the Avengers ever did. Harder, actually. But they’re working off of priorities and information that the Avengers don’t understand and don’t have.”

Natasha gives him a long look and shakes her head. “And you think they’re right.”

“I know they are.”

Bruce sighs. “Tony. You know I respect your mind. But you’re not always right. This is a mistake.”

“You haven’t burned any bridges,” Steve insists. “You can come with us now. No one will hold this against you, after what you’ve been through.”

Tony has to laugh. ‘After what you’ve been through,’ they say, as if they know, when they haven’t even asked. For the first time in his life, every month has been better than the last for months on end. “Go home, Steve,” he says. “Forget about me. It shouldn’t be hard.”

The Sanctum translocates them outside before they can respond. It knows Tony isn’t interested in what they have to say. Tony pats a bannister in thanks and turns to head back up the stairs. 

Stephen is waiting.