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Alternate Universe - Vietnam, Top Stephen Strange, Bottom Tony Stark, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Stephen Strange, No Sex, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Soldier Stephen Strange, Young Tony Stark (18), Older Stephen Strange (29), Angst and Romance, Age Difference, Song: Travelin' Soldier (The Chicks), Ficlet, Long-Haired Tony Stark, Dead Stephen Strange, Tony Stark-centric

Stephen gave his order quietly, barely glancing up. Tony, all nervous laughter, offered a shy smile. "Would you mind sittin' for a while?" Stephen asked, voice low and tired.Tony blinked, surprised. "My break's in ten minutes. I know a spot by the pier."

Tony had just turned eighteen when he met Stephen.

It was a drizzly Thursday afternoon, and Tony was wiping down tables in the back corner of a sleepy Brooklyn café, sleeves rolled up, dark hair falling into his eyes. Stephen walked in wearing a weathered army green jacket, the insignia on his shoulder faint but proud. He looked older—twenty-nine, maybe thirty—and weary in a way that made Tony's heart catch.

Stephen gave his order quietly, barely glancing up. Tony, all nervous laughter, offered a shy smile. "Would you mind sittin' for a while?" Stephen asked, voice low and tired.

Tony blinked, surprised. "My break's in ten minutes. I know a spot by the pier."

They sat together on the cold wooden planks, the river lapping at the posts below.

"You probably got someone already, But I really don't care," Stephen said, almost apologetic. Tony shook his head, too fast, a soft smile at his lips as he tucked behind a stray hair behind his ear, fixing his dress. "No. I don’t."

Stephen hesitated. "I’ve got no one to write to. Would you mind if… I sent letters back here to you?"

Tony’s chest tightened at the vulnerability in his tone. "Yeah. I’d like that." He answered shyly, biting at his lower lip.

The letters came steady and hopeful, postmarked first from California, then further away. Stephen wrote of sleepless nights and sand-choked winds, of moments so terrifying that only the memory of a boy with ink-stained fingers and nervous laughter kept him steady.

And every time, Tony would sit behind the café, unfolding Stephen's careful script with trembling hands, reading about a man who dreamed of coming home—to him.

He didn’t care that they said he was too young. He was already waiting for his traveling soldier. And maybe, just maybe, love would wait too.

Tony kept the letters in a shoebox under his bed, tied together with a thin red ribbon. At night, when the café closed and the hum of the city quieted, he’d sit by the window, reading Stephen’s words by the glow of a single lamp.

It’s rough here tonight, one letter began. But I keep seeing your face, your hair falling into your eyes when you laugh. It makes it bearable. Makes me believe there’s still something good waiting for me when I get back.

Tony’s heart ached with each word. Sometimes he’d write back, telling Stephen about the regulars at the café, the changing leaves in the park across the street, the way he’d catch himself humming when he thought of him.

One evening, as autumn settled heavy over the city, a new letter came. The envelope was smudged with sand and sweat, the handwriting a little shakier then normal.

Tony, it read, It's getting kinda rough over here, I think of that day sitting down at the pier. And I've closed my eyes and saw your pretty smile. Don't worry, but I won't be able to write for awhile.

Tony traced the letters with trembling fingers, pressing the paper to his chest.

At work, he’d catch himself staring out the window, imagining Stephen coming through the door, older and wearier, but alive. Some nights, when it rained, Tony would walk down to the same pier, the omega having his hands in his dress pockets, whispering Stephen’s name to the wind as if it might carry his voice across the ocean.

People still told him he was too young. But Tony didn’t care. His heart belonged to his traveling soldier—and he would keep waiting, letter by letter, hope stitched into every word.

It was the first real cold snap of the season, the kind that turned breath to fog and made Tony’s fingers sting through the thin cotton of his gloves. The high school football stadium was alive under the bright floodlights, the bleachers packed with students, parents, and neighbors wrapped in scarves and team colors.

Tony stood at the edge of the marching band, piccolo tucked under his arm, his eyes scanning the crowd almost unconsciously. Stephen had once teased him about before he left, how he had run his thumb over Tony's lips: Don’t go looking for me in every face you see, sweetheart. You’ll wear yourself out, Stephen had said. But Tony couldn’t help it.

The crowd soon stood as the announcer’s voice cut through the night air, somber and steady.

“Folks, would you please bow your heads for a list of local Vietnam dead.”

The murmurs hushed to a heavy silence. The crisp rustling of a program turned, the distant rustle of leaves in the wind—the world seemed to shrink down to the voices calling out names. One by one, familiar surnames, the weight of each syllable lingering like a shadow over the crowd.

Tony clenched his piccolo tighter, running his thumb over the cold metal.

And then, as the last name was read, the crowd was still, but nobody really cared—not the way Tony did. His heart clenched tight.

“Sergeant Stephen Strange.”

The name hung heavy in the night air.

A pretty young omega with a bow in his hair, the same bow Stephen had told Tony that he wore it well on the night at the pier had barely felt the tears spill down his cheeks, dripping onto his uniform. Around him, nobody seemed to notice. They shifted, murmured polite sympathy, and turned their eyes back to the field. To them, Stephen Strange was just another name. Another soldier on a distant shore.

But to Tony, he was everything.

He thought of the pier, the rainy afternoons, the warmth of Stephen’s tired smile, how Stephen had traced over Tony's waist when they laid together in the alpha's bed after a long day, how Stephen would try and fail to help Tony put his hair up. And then the reality—the war had taken him, ripped him away when the world still held its breath.

He cried.

Never again would he hold the hand of another guy. Tony being too young for Stephen, they had told him.

But Tony had known better.

Waiting for the love of his traveling soldier, the one who had shown him what hope felt like. Their love would never end—Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier.

The crowd around him resumed their chatter, but Tony stayed silent, tears drying on his cheeks. The football game continued, the lights bright, but everything felt muted.

He felt the weight of Stephen’s absence like a stone in his chest.

Waiting for the soldier to come back again— Never more to be alone when the letter said, "A soldier’s coming home."

But tonight, there would be no homecoming.

There was no soldier coming home to an omega with a bow in his hair.

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Content warning: biting, triple drabble, top stephen strange, bottom tony stark, hurt/comfort, cross-posted on tumblr, defender!Ironstrange AU

Series:← Previous Work Part 11 of starkstrangesorcerer drabbles, ← Previous Work 

Part 2 of starkstrangesorcerer defender!ironstrange

Too Much Bite

Tony's breath hitched as Stephen's weight pressed him into the mattress, lips trailing heat down his throat. The Defender wasn’t often this rough—dominant, yes, possessive on a good day—but today he’d come home brimming with tension, and Tony had welcomed it willingly, hands finding their way into Stephens long hair that he always had drawn up.

Until a sharp pain suddenly bloomed at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

Tony cried out, the sound more wounded than surprised.

Stephen froze. "Tony?"

The brunette blinked up at him, his hand flying to the spot. Fingers came away smeared with a touch of blood. His lips parted in stunned silence.

Stephen’s pupils shrank as he pulled back, horror flooding his face. “I—I didn’t mean—Tony, I didn’t mean to bite that hard.”

Tony tried to laugh it off, but it came out shaky. “Guess you really were hungry.”

Stephen looked stricken. “That’s not funny. You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine—Steph, hey.” Tony cupped his cheek with his clean hand, thumb brushing gently. “I trust you. Accidents happen.”

But Stephen was already muttering an incantation under his breath, warm light forming between his fingers as he healed the punctures. He refused to meet Tony’s eyes until the wound closed completely.

Only then did he whisper, “I never want to hurt you.”

“I know,” Tony murmured. “You didn’t mean to. I can take it.”

Stephen finally looked down, guilt etched into his features. “But you shouldn’t have to.”

Tony smiled gently and tugged him down, tucking Stephen’s head into the crook of his uninjured shoulder, kissing the taller's hair. “Then hold me until I forget it happened.”

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cw: (small) adult language

Rhodey: Tony, name an AC/DC song, or Stephen puts his dick in you

Tony:

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omega!pregnant!Tony x alpha!Stephen - originally posted on ao3

Tony didn’t get to enjoy showers much anymore. Between the exhaustion of pregnancy and Stephen’s tendency to hover like a helicopter parent with a medical degree, moments of peace were rare.

But right now? He had one.

Warm water slid down his back, easing the persistent ache in his lower spine. He exhaled slowly, pressing his hands to the tiled wall as steam curled around his frame. His bump—round and unmistakable—gleamed under the cascade. Tony let himself sink into it, head bowed, eyes closed, and enjoying how the water felt on his skin.

Until he felt it.

The subtle shift of air. The lightest sound of movement. And then a warm presence at his back.

Stephen.

“You do realize I’m not going to vanish into thin air, right?” Tony said without opening his eyes, voice half amusement, half exhaustion.

A hand ghosted over his hip. “You were in here a long time.”

“That’s the point of showers. Especially for exhausted pregnant geniuses.”

“I knocked.”

“You always knock. And then come in anyway.” Tony finally turned his head, peeking over his shoulder.

Stephen stood close, not touching—yet. His eyes traveled from Tony’s face to his belly, lingering with a quiet, unreadable expression. The kind that made Tony both want to kiss him and roll his eyes.

“Steph,” Tony said gently, “I’m fine.”

“I know,” Stephen replied, but his hand came up to rest just above Tony’s navel anyway. His palm was warm even in the heat of the water, fingers splayed like he was trying to shield Tony from the world. “I just… I worry.”

Tony turned fully, letting the water fall between them. “You’re always worrying.”

“You’re carrying our child.” Stephen’s voice was low, earnest. “I didn’t think I could have something like this. Someone like you. And now, the idea that something could go wrong—”

“It won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

Tony reached up and touched Stephen’s jaw. “No, I don’t. But you do. You’re the one who sees every possible outcome, every version of the future. If something bad were going to happen, you’d have wrapped me in enchanted silk and locked me in a tower by now.”

Stephen didn’t laugh. Not quite. But a small breath left him, like he was remembering how to.

“You did enough risk-calculation for both of us when you took that damn stone in the first place,” Tony added softly.

Stephen cupped Tony’s face now, brushing wet hair away. His thumbs lingered just under Tony’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being… intense.”

Tony snorted. “Intense? Please. You panic if I sit down too fast.”

“You flopped into the armchair yesterday.”

“I lowered myself with style.”

Stephen’s lips quirked. “You grunted like a dying animal and then asked Jarvis if you could stay there for eternity.”

Tony grinned. “Sounds about right.”

Silence followed, save for the soft patter of water and the occasional drip from the showerhead. Stephen’s hands found Tony’s waist, steadying him without crowding. Protective, not possessive. Tony leaned into it, resting his forehead against Stephen’s shoulder.

“I know why you’re scared,” Tony said quietly. “Because I am too.”

Stephen didn’t speak, but his hold tightened slightly.

“I know what it’s like to lose something before it even begins. Hell, we’ve both danced around death enough times to know the steps. But this—” Tony pulled back slightly, looking up. “This isn’t the battlefield. It’s life. Messy, domestic, terrifying life.”

“And you still want it?” Stephen asked.

“With you? Always.”

The kiss that followed was slow and reverent, water sliding between their mouths, Stephen’s hands curling protectively around Tony’s hips and bump carefully.

“I love you,” Stephen murmured against his lips.

“Love you too. Even if you do treat me like a soap bubble.”

“You’re more important than the universe.”

Tony snorted. “Damn right I am.”

They had time. They had each other.

And right now, that was everything.

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Whatever the hell this relationship dynamic is with Ironstrange>>>>

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Title: Worry Wart Tags: this is more comedic/fluffy then angst, protective Tony, scolding, beta!Tony, alpha!Stephen, domestic

Stephen stumbled through the door, his robes torn and bloodied, a bruise forming on his temple. He gritted his teeth as he tried to steady himself, only to have Tony appeared out of nowhere, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in frustration.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?!" Tony exclaimed, his voice almost high-pitched with anxiety. "What the hell were you thinking, Stephen? You can’t just go around fighting multiversal threats like it’s a stroll in the park. You’re supposed to come back in one piece, you know!”

Stephen raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his posture dignified despite the state he was in. “Tony, I’m fine—”

“No, no, you’re not fine!” Tony cut him off, walking up to him and patting him down like a mother inspecting her child for injuries. “You’ve got bruises, cuts! And don't get me started on your arm that literally has a gash in it! You think I’m gonna just stand here and pretend that’s normal?”

“I’m a grown man, Tony,” Stephen muttered, wincing as Tony prodded his ribs.

“A grown man who’s apparently allergic to common sense,” Tony shot back, his voice softening as he noticed the fatigue in Stephen’s eyes. He sighed, pulling the taller into his arms, the beta letting his arms loop around Stephen's neck, “Look, I know you’re the Sorcerer Supreme and all that, but you’re still my mate. And I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t give me a heart attack every time you go on one of your ‘heroic’ adventures.”

Stephen chuckled weakly, resting his head on Tony’s shoulder, hands placed on the brunettes hips. “I’ll try to keep the heart attacks to a minimum.”

Tony huffed. “Great. Now, sit down. We’re having soup, and you’re not leaving until I’ve fixed whatever the hell that multiversal thing did to you.”

Stephen grinned a faint one. “Yes, dear.”

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Tony Stark/Sinister Strange (Multiverse of Madness)/Stephen Strange, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Alpha Stephen Strange, Beta Tony Stark, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Triple Drabble, Possessive Behavior, Variants (Marvel), Alpha Sinister Strange

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Tug Of War

Tony didn’t know how this happened. One minute, he was fiddling with a device in the towers workshop, and the next, he was the prize in an alpha-on-alpha showdown.

Literally.

“You can’t just claim him because you’re me,” Stephen snapped, yanking Tony’s waist toward his side. “He’s not some collectible.”

Sinister, all shadows and smugness, tightened his grip on Tony’s opposite hip with a dark smirk. “Then why are you gripping him like he is?”

“I—HEY!” Tony shouted, squirming in place as both alphas stood on either side of him, each gripping a hip like he was a wishbone.

“I’m not a chew toy!” he huffed, face bright red. “I'm a beta! You two need to calm the hell down before someone pulls something out of place—like my spine!”

Neither Strange moved.

“This one’s clearly mine,” Sinister murmured lowly, brushing his thumb under Tony’s shirt, just above the waistband of his pants, making the shorter shiver. “He has a thing for danger.”

“He likes functional danger,” the original Strange countered, tugging Tony closer. “Not eldritch nightmares.”

“I can hear you both!” Tony yelped, caught firmly in place as two pairs of intense blue eyes met over his flushed head. “And for the record—I don’t belong to anyone!”

Both alphas turned their gazes down to him.

Tony’s mouth opened.

Tony’s mouth closed.

“…Okay, maybe I kind of like the attention,” he muttered, mortified.

Sinister chuckled darkly.

Stephen smiled, triumphant.

And Tony Stark, world-famous genius and beta in the middle of two egotistical sorcerers, wondered why he hadn’t just stayed in bed that morning.

He was never going to hear the end of this from Rhodey.

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Odd Comfort

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Part 9 of starkstrangesorcerer drabbles

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Tony shouldn’t be nesting. Betas don’t nest. That’s strictly omega behavior— Betas aren’t ruled by hormones. They don’t curl up in blankets and pillows, surrounded by worn shirts that smell like their partner.

And yet, here Tony was. In the middle of the penthouse, nestled in the center of what could only be described as a makeshift den, one of Stephen’s hoodies tucked under his cheek, the sorcerer's cologne thick in the air.

Stephen stood silently in the doorway, watching him.

Tony glanced up, caught, sheepish. “Before you say anything, I know this looks weird.”

“It doesn’t look weird,” Stephen said gently, crossing the room to sit beside him. “It looks like you’re trying to feel safe.”

Tony didn’t reply. He just let out a breath and leaned against Stephen's thigh.

Stephen ran a hand through Tony’s hair. “Beta or not… if you need a nest, build one.”

Tony’s voice was quiet. “You don’t think I’m broken?”

Stephen shook his head. “No. I think you’re tired. And your body’s finding a way to cope.”

Tony nodded slowly. “Stay?”

“Always,” Stephen whispered, sinking into the nest beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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Shocking Affection

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Stephen stood between Tony's legs, a small smile on his lips as he looked down at the genius sitting on the lab bench. Tony was engrossed in some work, but Stephen couldn't resist the temptation to show him a little affection.

With a soft chuckle, Stephen leaned in and kissed Tony’s chest, his lips brushing against the warm skin. Tony hummed contentedly, leaning back slightly, but when Stephen's lips hovered near the arc reactor, a little too close for comfort, there was a sudden zap—an electrical shock that made Stephen flinch.

"Ouch!" Stephen pulled back quickly, eyes wide. "Okay, that was… unexpected."

Tony, unfazed, chuckled while he dragged his fingers through Stephen hair. "What did you think was going to happen? You kissed a power source."

Stephen rubbed his lips lightly, the tingle still there, though it wasn’t painful. "It wasn't exactly on the agenda for tonight."

Tony smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Guess I need to warn you about the dangers of my tech."

Stephen, still holding Tony’s hips, leaned in again, this time much more cautiously. "I’ll take my chances," he said, pressing a kiss to Tony’s lips instead, earning a soft laugh from the man on the bench.

"You're lucky I like you," Tony teased. "Otherwise, I'd be charging you for that."

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Has this in my drafts of Stephen as Roger and Tony as Anitta, while Friday is Perdita and The cloak (Levi) is Pongo So, 101 dalmations AU double drabble!

Enjoy what my brain came up with!

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Stephen never planned on getting a dog. He certainly never planned on getting married either. But then again, Tony Stark had a way of upending every plan he’d ever had.

It all started when Levi, his Dalmatian, decided to play matchmaker. Stephen had been enjoying his quiet life as a composer, living in his book-filled London flat, until one fateful day in the park.

Levi, as if possessed by mischief itself, tangled his leash around a stunning Dalmatian named Friday—and by extension, her human.

Tony.

Brilliant, beautiful, infuriating. The moment Stephen met him, he knew his life was never going to be the same.

One disastrous tumble into the pond later, Stephen was drenched, Tony was laughing, and somehow, they had plans for dinner.

Now, months later, they were married, their small home filled with warmth, laughter, and the occasional mechanical gadget Tony swore was absolutely necessary. And, of course, the growing number of puppies.

Because what was life without a little chaos?

As Stephen sat at the piano, composing his latest melody, Tony leaned against his shoulder. “So, how do you feel about 99 more?”

Stephen groaned. “I should’ve stayed single.”

Tony just grinned.

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Tags:

Bimbo Tony Stark, Top Stephen Strange, Bottom Tony Stark, Anal Sex, Gentle Sex, One Shot

← Previous Work Part 4 of starkstrangesorcerer whispers. || NextWork

words:3,911 Chapters:1/1

Title: Just A Bimbo

As always, smuts under the cut

Tony had always been the center of attention, a walking contradiction of genius and chaos, always managing to keep the spotlight on him, whether he liked it or not. But when it came to his relationships with the Avengers, his reputation had taken on a life of its own. After all, Tony had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around— especially with the men of the team. 

From Steve’s earnest charm to Thor’s godly magnetism, Tony had been there, done that. He had a way of seducing every single one of them. Every one, except for one. The one man he had yet to fall into bed with was Stephen.

Tony could never quite place why. Maybe it was the good doctor’s icy demeanor or that air of authority that surrounded him. But no matter how many times Tony tried to flirt, to tease, to provoke some kind of reaction from Stephen, the sorcerer’s attention always drifted elsewhere. And that frustrated Tony more than he would ever admit.

He could get anyone, right? Except for Strange. It was starting to drive him crazy. But then again, wasn’t a little mystery what kept things interesting?

Stephen sighed as he watched Tony prance around the room, his long hair swishing behind him like a banner proclaiming his conquests. It was infuriating, but also oddly captivating. There was something about the way Tony moved, so confident and carefree, that made even the most stoic of souls take notice.

And yet, despite being bombarded with Tony's flirtations day after day, Stephen remained immune. Not because he didn't find the man attractive - far from it actually.

But there were lines he refused to cross, and Tony's relentless pursuit was starting to blur those boundaries. 

And today was one of those days, Stephen was currently in his own room at the avengers tower, then Tony came walking in, dressed in a tiny jean skirt, crop top and white socks with frills, "Stark, do you need something?" The sorcerer sighed.

Without an answer, Tony sat right on his lap, placing his hands on Stephen's shoulders. "Mh, just you."

Stephen stiffened slightly under Tony's sudden weight, his hands instinctively moving to grasp the other man's hips in an attempt to maintain balance rather than make contact. He glanced down at the sheer amount of skin Tony was exposing, feeling a twinge of annoyance mixed with a begrudging appreciation for the audacity.

"Tony," he said firmly, trying to infuse his voice with a sternness that might deter further advances. "I'm busy. Please get off my lap."

But instead of complying, Tony simply leaned in closer, his breath hot against Stephen's ear as he whispered, "Oh come on, Doc. Can't a guy even sit on your lap without you getting all uptight?"

His fingers began to trail lazily up Stephen's chest, sending shivers down the sorcerer's spine despite himself.

Stephen's lips thinned in irritation as Tony continued to touch him, his fingers dancing across the fabric of his shirt. He knew the man was trying to provoke a reaction, but damn if he wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Tony, I mean it," Stephen said, his voice low and warning. "Get. Off. Me."

But even as the words left his mouth, he felt a traitorous flutter in his chest at the feel of Tony's body pressed against his. The other man was undeniably attractive, and Stephen couldn't deny the physical attraction he felt towards him.

It was frustrating as hell, but he couldn't seem to shake the desire that simmered just beneath the surface whenever Tony was near.

With a heavy sigh, Stephen closed his eyes and focused on deep, calming breaths, trying to will away the unwanted sensations coursing through him. "Fine, sit there if you want." The taller shook his head and instead went to reading one of his books. 

Although he wouldn't admit it, he didn't like Tony showing so much skin. Made him... Jealous?

Tony smirked to himself as he watched Stephen try to ignore him, the sorcerer's attempts at composure only serving to fuel his mischief. He loved pushing buttons, seeing how far he could go before someone cracked.

And now, with Stephen's apparent jealousy simmering just below the surface, Tony had a new challenge to pursue. He leaned back, spreading his legs wider, reavealing his panties beneath and angling his body to press even more insistently against Stephen's crotch.

"Mmm, you're so cute when you're all flustered, Doc," Tony purred, reaching out to toy with a strand of Stephen's hair. "Why don't you just admit it already? You want me."

He punctuated his statement with a deliberate, suggestive roll of his hips, brushing his ass against Stephen's crotch.

Stephen's grip tightened on his book, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control over his rising temper and the confusing tangle of emotions swirling inside him. Tony's blatant display of sexuality was grating, making his skin prickle with irritation.

But beneath that, a spark of arousal flickered to life, refusing to be extinguished. Damn this man for being so infuriatingly enticing!

"I don't want you, Stark," Stephen lied through clenched teeth, his voice strained and cock already becoming hard in his pants. "And stop touching me."

Despite his words, his hand drifted unconsciously to rest on Tony's thigh, the heat of the other man's skin seeping through the thin fabric of his skirt. A jolt of electricity shot up Stephen's arm at the contact, making him suck in a sharp breath.

What was wrong with him?!

Tony's eyes gleamed with triumph as he sensed Stephen's resolve weakening. He could practically taste the sorcerer's desire, the way his body responded to even the slightest touch.

"Oh, I think you do want me, Doc," Tony cooed, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Stephen's thigh. "Your body's telling you the truth, even if your mind is still playing hard to get."

He shifted subtly, grinding his ass against Stephen's growing erection with deliberate slowness. "Admit it, you've wanted this for a while now. To feel my tight little hole wrapped around your big, fat cock..."

Tony's voice dropped to a husky whisper, his words dripping with innuendo as he reached down to palm Stephen's straining length through his pants. "Don't fight it anymore, Strange. Let yourself enjoy it."

Stephen let out a strangled gasp as Tony's skilled fingers wrapped around his rigid cock, the pressure both exquisite and maddening. His hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more friction, more of that intoxicating touch.

"No..." he breathed, even as his body betrayed him, arching into Tony's grasp. "This can't happen."

But his protests sounded weak, even to his own ears. The rational part of his brain screamed at him to push Tony away, to reclaim control, but the rest of him was drowning in sensation, lost to the pleasure coursing through his veins.

"Fuck," Stephen groaned, his head falling back as Tony stroked him with increasing confidence. "You're driving me insane..."

Okay, he was done playing this game. Stephen shoved Tony off his lap and bent the brunette over the desk as Stephen grabbed ahold of Tony's long hair, pulling it tight.

With a loud, but pleasurable gasp, Tony found himself bent over the desk, Stephen's grip on his hair unyielding. He could feel the sorcerer's hard length pressing insistently against his ass, the anticipation building with each passing second.

"You're really going to do this, huh?" Tony taunted, his voice muffled by the wood. "Finally giving in to what we both want?"

He wiggled his hips, rubbing his pert rear against Stephen's clothed cock. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

Tony reached back to pull his skimpy panties aside, exposing himself fully to Stephen's probing gaze. "Go ahead, Doc. Take what you want. Claim me as yours..."

The sorcerer stared down at the shorter, groaning under his breath but Stephen only pulled Tony's hair tighter. "Did you seriously think I'd fuck a bimbo like you?" he sneered, his fists tightening in Tony's hair.

Tony's eyes widened in shock at Stephen's harsh words, a stinging rebuke that cut deeper than any slap. For a moment, he froze, unsure how to respond.

Then, with a snarl, Tony yanked free of Stephen's grip and spun around, his face flushed with anger and humiliation. "Fuck you, Strange!" he spat, his voice trembling with emotion. "I may be a 'bimbo' to you, but at least I have the balls to chase what I want!"

He jabbed a finger accusingly at Stephen's chest. "You're just mad because you can't resist me. Because deep down, you know I'm better than you'll ever be."

With that, Tony turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Stephen staring after him. Then, Tony felt a hand shoot out and grab at his wrist, pulling Tony back against Stephen's chest who glared down at him.

"What? Change of heart? Want to fuck me now?" He hissed, his brows furrowed as he glared up at Stephen.

Stephen's grip on Tony's wrist tightened, his blue eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something darker as he pulled the smaller man flush against him. "No, Stark, I don't want to fuck you," he growled, his hot breath fanning over Tony's ear. "I never did. You're just a spoiled brat who throws tantrums when he doesn't get his way."

He leaned in closer, until their faces were mere inches apart. "You think you're better than me? Please. At least I have the decency to not walk around the tower like a cheap whore."

Stephen's free hand came up to cup Tony's chin, forcing the brunette to meet his scorching gaze. "Face it, Stark. You're nothing but a cheap thrill, a fleeting indulgence."

Tony's eyes flashed with indignation at Stephen's crude insult, but before he could retort, the taller man abruptly released him and stepped back. Tony stumbled slightly, catching himself against the desk.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Strange?" he demanded, straightening up and trying to regain some semblance of dignity despite his rumpled outfit. "First you're all over me, then you're calling me a slut... Make up your damn mind!"

Tony crossed his arms, his brow furrowing as he studied Stephen warily. There was an undercurrent to the sorcerer's behavior that he couldn't quite decipher - a strange blend of disgust and something else, something almost... possessive?

"But hey, maybe I like being a bimbo," Tony scoffed as he turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom.

Stephen watched Tony storm out, a conflicted mix of emotions churning within him. Part of him wanted to follow, to drag the impudent little minx back and finish what they'd started. But another, quieter part of him recoiled from the very idea, horrified by the dark desires stirring within him.

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to make sense of it all. Why was he so drawn to Tony, despite everything? The man was a walking contradiction - brash and bold one moment, vulnerable and needy the next. It was infuriating, and yet...

Stephen shook his head, dispelling the thoughts. He needed to focus on more important matters, like preparing for the upcoming battle. He couldn't afford distractions, especially not ones as dangerous as Tony Stark.

!!

Two weeks had passed since that encounter in Stephen's bedroom, and from that day on, he chose to live back at the sanctum instead at the avengers tower.

But everytime Stephen would visit, Tony would make sure Stephen knew Tony got fucked by another avenger or just someone random, and everytime, it pissed Stephen off.

Stephen gritted his teeth as he walked into the Avengers Tower, the sounds of raucous laughter and clinking glasses assaulting his senses. He spotted Tony lounging on the couch, a glass of champagne in hand, chatting animatedly with several other team members.

Stephen's gaze narrowed as he noticed the way Tony kept leaning in close to Thor, the god's hand resting casually on the smaller man's waist. He felt a surge of irrational jealousy, his heart pounding in his chest.

Stephen glared at the sight, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

Before he could reconsider, he strode over to where Tony sat, his presence commanding attention. "Stark, a word," he said curtly, his voice low and edged with warning. Tony looked up at Stephen, a sly grin spreading across his face as he took in the sorcerer's thunderous expression. He raised his glass in mock salute. "Oh, look who decided to join the party," Tony drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Thor chuckled, patting Tony's waist. "Ah, Strange! Always such a stickler for propriety, aren't you?" The Asgardian god grinned at Stephen, clearly amused by the tension between them.

Ignoring Thor's teasing, Stephen fixed his glare solely on Tony. "Not here, Stark. Now."

His command brooked no argument, and Tony rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Fine, fine. Lead the way, bossy pants."

Stephen led Tony away from the prying eyes and ears of the other Avengers, down a long corridor and into a private study. He closed the door firmly behind them, turning to face the smaller man.

"Explain yourself," Stephen demanded, his voice still low but laced with a hint of danger. "What's going on with you and Thor?"

Tony shrugged nonchalantly, sipping his champagne. "Just having a bit of fun, Doc. No biggie."

Stephen's eyes narrowed. "Is that what you call it? Because from where I stand, it looks an awful lot like you're throwing yourself at anyone with a pulse and a cock."

Tony's smirk faltered for a moment before he recovered, laughing lightly. "Wow, harsh much? I thought you didn’t care about who fucked me.”

Stephen's jaw clenched and before he knew it, he had Tony pressed to a wall, and hiked the brunette up to where his legs wrapped around Stephen's waist.

“I do care. Fuck. I care so much, I can’t stand to know that other men have fucked you. Been inside you, made you scream their name. I hate it.” Stephen growled against Tony’s lips.

Tony's eyes went wide as Stephen pinned him to the wall, his body flush against the sorcerer's. The sudden intensity of the situation stole his breath, rendering him momentarily speechless.

As the implications sank in, a thrill raced through Tony's veins. He'd never seen this side of Stephen before - raw, untamed, and utterly consumed by jealousy. It was intoxicating, and Tony found himself responding in kind, his own desire flaring to life.

"I... I see," Tony managed to stammer, his voice husky with arousal. "So you want me all to yourself, huh? Don't want to share your little plaything with anyone else?”

Stephen's breath hitched as he gazed into Tony's eyes, seeing the flicker of excitement there. His grip on the smaller man tightened, fingers digging into the supple flesh of Tony's thighs.

"Yes," he admitted gruffly, his voice roughened by need. "I don't want anyone else touching you, Stark. Not kissing you, not fucking you, not even looking at you."

Stephen claimed Tony's mouth in a fierce kiss, pouring all his pent-up longing and frustration into the passionate embrace. He ground his hips against Tony's, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against the other man's core.

When they finally broke for air, both were panting heavily, chests heaving against each other. "Tell me you want this too," Stephen rasped, his eyes burning with desperation. "Tell me you don't want anyone else but me."

“If I do tell you, how are you going to treat me,” Tony whispered against Stephen’s lips, even though Tony wouldn’t admit it, he wanted Stephen to be gentle, slow, easy with him. But he could only hope.

Stephen's hold on Tony softened, his fingers gentling their grip as he searched the other man's face. "If you tell me you want me, I'll be gentle," he promised, his voice dropping to a soothing murmur. "I'll take my time, make sure every touch, every kiss, every thrust drives you wild with pleasure."

With that, Stephen captured Tony's mouth once more, this time with a tenderness that belied the fierce passion simmering beneath the surface.

“Good..” Tony whispered against Stephen’s lips, “Then take me to the sanctum. To your bed. Make love to me.”

Stephen nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips as he opened and portal and carried Tony through and into the Sanctum. Once inside, he laid the smaller man gently on the large four-poster bed, crawling onto the mattress beside him.

Gazing down at Tony, Stephen's eyes roamed over the other man's features, drinking in every detail. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Tony's forehead.

Tony blushed at the praise, a shy smile curving his lips. "Thanks, Stephen. You're not so bad yourself."

With that, Stephen leaned in, capturing Tony's mouth in a tender, exploratory kiss. His hands roamed over the other man's body, mapping every curve and contour with reverent touches.

He gently rubbed his cock against Tony’s ass, brushing his fingertips against his thighs and trailing nips down Tony’s throat.

Tony gasped softly as Stephen's skilled fingers trailed along his skin, sending shivers of delight coursing through him. He arched into the touch, craving more of the sorcerer's gentle caresses. Flicking his wrists so both men were naked.

As Stephen's hard length slid against his entrance, Tony let out a low moan, his hips instinctively rocking back to meet the pressure. "Please, Stephen," he breathed, his voice thick with need. "I want you inside me.”

Stephen's eyes locked onto Tony's, blazing with a deep, primal hunger. He nodded, with a flick of his wrists, Tony’s hole was stretched and coated in lube. With a swift, smooth motion, he sheathed himself fully within the smaller man's welcoming heat.

The sensation was exquisite, Tony's tight walls gripping Stephen's cock like a velvet vise. Stephen groaned, burying his face in the crook of Tony's neck as he began to move, his thrusts slow and gentle.

Tony whimpered and clung to Stephen as the sorcerer slowly rocked into him, each deliberate stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through his body. He tilted his head, offering his neck further access to Stephen's lips and tongue.

As Stephen continued to make love to him, Tony's hands roamed over the other man's back, tracing the contours of muscle and bone.  He reveled in the feeling of being filled, of being owned by Stephen in the most intimate way possible.

"You feel incredible," Tony panted, his voice muffled against Stephen's skin. "So big and hard inside me..."

Stephen responded with a low, appreciative hum, his hips picking up speed as he lost himself in the rhythm of their joining. He lavished Tony's neck with kisses, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he marked the smaller man as his own.

The sorcerer pulled out halfway, the slick head of his cock catching at Tony’s rim before he pushed back all the way in, drawing out a long moan from Tony.

Stephen pressed his lips back to Tony’s own, gently panting into the kiss as he pulled back a bit to gaze down at Tony’s blissed face.

“You- You know, I never thought gentle fucking could be this- ah— Nice,” Tony whispered through his moans.

Stephen chuckled lowly at Tony's admission, his chest rumbling against the smaller man's. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," he murmured, punctuating his words with a series of slow, deep thrusts that had Tony arching and whining in pleasure.

Stephen's hands slid down to cup Tony's ass, squeezing the firm globes as he picked up the pace slightly, driving into him with a steady, relentless rhythm.

Each stroke sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through Tony's veins, building the pressure coiling in his belly until it threatened to overflow.

"Stephen..." Tony gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. "I'm close... Please..."

Without breaking their intense eye contact, Stephen reached between their bodies, his fingers finding Tony's sensitive cock and applying just the right amount of pressure.

A strangled cry tore from Tony's throat as Stephen's skilled fingers worked his shaft, the added stimulation pushing him precariously close to the edge. His inner walls fluttered and clenched around the sorcerer's pistoning cock, urging him deeper, harder.

Stephen's eyes darkened with lust, his grip on Tony's ass tightening as he pounded into him with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with their ragged breathing and Tony's desperate moans.

"You're mine, Tony," Stephen growled, his voice rough with possessiveness. "Only mine. Never forget that."

With those words, he drove into Tony one final time, grinding against his prostate as his own release surged forth.

Tony sobbed out Stephen's name as his orgasm crashed over him, his vision going white as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripped through him. His cock pulsed in Stephen's hand, spilling cum across their entwined stomachs.

As the aftershocks subsided, Tony collapsed back against the pillows, his chest heaving with exertion. He gazed up at Stephen, his eyes glazed with satisfaction and adoration.

"That was... incredible," Tony panted, reaching up to stroke Stephen's cheek. "You're amazing, Stephen…”

Stephen smiled, leaning down to capture Tony's lips in a tender, loving kiss. "You're the one who makes me feel whole, Tony," he murmured against his mouth. "Never doubt that."

He gently combed his fingers through Tony’s long hair that splayed across the pillows, just as Stephen was about to pull his cock free from Tony, the brunette stopped him.

“Stay inside me for a bit, okay?” Tony whispered as he kissed the side of Stephen’s nose bridge.

Stephen's heart swelled at Tony's request, his arms wrapping around the smaller man to hold him close. "Of course, baby," he murmured, nuzzling into Tony's hair. "I'll stay right here with you, nice and snug."

He settled into the cradle of Tony's hips, his softening cock still buried inside the warmth of Tony's body. Stephen savored the closeness. He slowly rolled on his back with Tony laying comfortably against his chest.

After a few moments of silence, Tony spoke through a dry chuckle, “Guess you were right, I am just a bimbo, huh?”

“No, Tony I was wrong. You aren’t a bimbo, I was just— I was upset. I didn’t like knowing other men were able to fuck you,” Stephen sighed against Tony’s hair, his fingers tracing over the hair where it was splashed across Tony’s back.

Tony lifted his head to look at Stephen, his expression soft and understanding. "Hey, I get it. It can be tough to share what's yours." He placed a gentle kiss on Stephen's jawline.

A fierce protectiveness flared in Stephen's chest at Tony's declaration. He tightened his embrace, pulling the smaller man even closer. "You're mine, Tony. Don't ever forget that."

“I know,” Tony replied with a small smile as he reached up to tuck a stray lock of grey hair behind Stephen's ear, his thumb brushing over the silver streaks. "And I promise, no matter what, I'll always come back to you. You're my home, Stephen."

Stephen smiled softly as he nodded and watched Tony drift off into a peaceful slumber, dragging his fingers through the brunettes hair, gently, Stephen pulled the strands back so his hair wasn’t in Tony’s face before Stephen too drifted to sleep with Tony in his arms.

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Tony: "You’re my favorite Alpha." Stephen: chuckling "I’d hope so. I’m the one taking care of you." Tony: "Shh, let me be sentimental."

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Additional Tags: Dom Stephen Strange, Sub Tony Stark, Sexual Overstimulation, Verbal Degradation, Drabble

Breaking Point

Smut under the cut

Stephen’s grip on Tony’s hips tightened, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulled Tony back against him with every sharp thrust. The wet sound of their bodies meeting, the heat between them, is all-consuming.

Tony’s mind a muddled haze of sensation, overwhelmed by the rough pace, his body weak and trembling beneath Stephen’s firm control.

“Look at you,” Stephen murmurs, his voice dark and thick with pleasure. “Falling apart just from me fucking you.”

Tony can barely form words, his mouth opening in desperate gasps as Stephen pushes him closer to his breaking point. The overstimulation is maddening, a fire coursing through his veins as Stephen continues to take him without mercy. His legs felt like jelly, and every shift of Stephen’s hips and slide of his cock makes him crumble further, tears in his eyes.

“Such a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” Stephen growls, his voice a mocking caress against Tony’s ear. “Can’t even stay quiet, just a cock-dumb whore.”

Tony’s babbling becomes more incoherent, a mixture of broken pleas and nonsensical sounds, his back arching as he tried to make out words but only turned into nonsense.

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Tags: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Mentioned Steve Rogers, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Stephen Strange, Hurt Tony Stark, Drabble

Part 7 of starkstrangesorcerer drabbles

Lost, Then Found

Tony stood at the door, hesitating before finally knocking. His heart pounded in his chest, but it wasn’t out of fear of rejection. The door creaked open, and there Stephen stood, his eyes softening the moment they saw on Tony.

“Tony,” Stephen murmured, stepping aside. “Come in.”

The familiar warmth of the Sanctum embraced him as he walked in, and Tony’s throat tightened. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but most of all—broken.

“Steve... he... it got worse,” Tony whispered, voice breaking and tears in his eyes. “I didn't know where to go anymore.”

Stephen didn’t hesitate. He stepped closer, arms encircling Tonys waist with a tenderness. “You don’t have to go anywhere. You’re safe here. Always.”

Tony let out a shaky breath, sinking into the embrace, face buried in Stephens shoulder. For the first time in a long while, he felt something other than fear or hurt.

He felt cared for.