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ironstrange favorite smut?

this turned out to be a bit much …

true north

Five’s a Party

Staying Intrigued

multiples

Ties That Bind

No Need

Ecstasy 

Oxytocin (a personal fave)

Office Hours

Mirror Dimension Quickie

In The Office (bit of a theme, here)

oh, iron man!

So I give you my life to keep

Only a Matter of Time

Breathless

Overstimulated

Drabbles, Prompts, and Other One-Shots from Tumblr (@meshkol)

Lavished, Lost

A Lapse in Judgement

Iron Dick

Kinktober 2018 Fics (@meshkol) 

An Overly Wrapped Present

101 Ironstrange Kinks 

Miserable Meeting Turns Magnificent! 

Coming Together

Siren Song

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bottom stephen bls

My undying love for bottom Stephen really shows here.  I’m gonna start a club, I swear.  Smut below the cut!

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Ironstrange prompt: Tony gets distracted during sex or foreplay because of his engineer brain. (Maybe the sex toy isn't nearly good enough.)

“More,” Stephen moans desperately. 

There’s no response from Tony. There is, in fact, a resounding silence. Well, except for the hum of the vibrator, which seems far louder than it did a minute ago. Stephen cracks an eye open and almost groans in frustration at the frown on Tony’s face. That, unfortunately, is a thinking expression. “‘More’ does not mean ‘stop’,” Stephen snaps, squirming a little. The toy is still humming away inside him, but if Tony doesn’t get a move on, it’s going to become irritating instead of arousing.

“This is the highest setting,” Tony says, still frowning.

“Then improvise.”

“There’s no reason it shouldn’t go higher!” Tony protests. “There’s space in the body for batteries, a better motor… God only knows what they’re using for the vibration.” He pulls the vibe out of Stephen and examines it.

“Are you seriously—” Tony slides out of bed, still turning the vibe over in his hands, and Stephen sighs. “You are. I guess I’m taking care of this,” he waves at his cock, “on my own, then?”

“Yeah, thanks babe,” Tony says distractedly, already wandering towards his lab.

“And it’s not even the first time,” Stephen sighs, taking himself in hand.

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Stephen Strange using magic for casual things... but mostly alcohol.

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The man, the myth the legend.

HES BACK IN ACTION

**cue death + absolute overall excitement

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tonight’s girl dinner ;)

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Have some very very rough sketch things of old men kissing I had laying around to make up for the recent self indulgent bs :]

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Hey, thank you for all your wonderful writing! ❤️

I have another prompt:

Tony : *bumps his head*

Stephen: How's your head?

Tony: *smirks* I haven't had any complaints yet.

Tony sits on the edge of the exam bed, swinging his legs and watching Stephen as he reads through the results from the tests he’d run (or had FRIDAY run). Stephen is still in his sorcerer get up, and he could have been back at the Sanctum hours ago, but he never complains when any of the Avengers ask him to check them out instead of calling in infirmary staff. Tony suspects that Strange enjoys the opportunity to be a doctor again.

Setting the tablet of results aside, Stephen turns to Tony and gives him a searching look. “How’s your head?” he asks.

Tony smirks. How’s he supposed to resist a set up like that? “I haven’t had any complaints yet.”

“Is that an invitation?” Stephen shoots back, arching a teasing eyebrow.

Tony laughs in delight. How long has it been since he got anything other than a groan or a rebuke for that line? “More of a boast,” Tony says. He waggles his eyebrows. “An advertisement, maybe. I can’t just give away something that good, you have to earn it.”

“And how would I go about earning it?” Stephen asks lightly. He goes back to the tablet and taps something into it. “You’re fine, by the way.”

Tony hops off the bed. “I think the negotiations traditionally open with dinner and a show.”

“Tradition is important,” Stephen says. He heads out of the infirmary, but stops in the doorway and turns back to smirk at Tony. “I’ll pick you up Friday at eight.”

Left alone in the room, Tony blinks in surprise. 

Had he just made a date?

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Just a Kick

“Well,” Tony said, trying not to let his amusement get the best of him. “Say what you will about Peter, but subtle he is not. I think he wants us to date.”

Stephen glanced at him, arching an eyebrow. “What gave it away?” He asked, tone dry. “The mistletoe a few weeks ago that was completely out of season? The three different staged dinners that, admittedly, took us two dinners too long to figure out? The time they locked us in a closet after having stolen my sling ring? The fact that they’ve now tried to shove us into a single room with only one bed despite the fact that I could literally portal us to our own rooms for the night without anyone the wiser?”

“We could do that,” Tony agreed, even though Peter had made them promise not to abuse portals. Apparently it was part of the ‘vacation experience’ and it was cheating if they just went home every night. Tony didn’t get it, but he’d gone along with it this far. He let out a little hum as he considered the situation. “Or, I suppose, we could just go along with it.”

“You kick,” Stephen muttered under his breath. “It is incredibly annoying.”

Tony had gotten used to Stephen knowing random things about him—about them, in the hypothetical situation that they happened—that Stephen should, by all rights, not have any way to know.

14 million timelines.

Tony didn’t know how Stephen had done it, wasn’t sure how Stephen was still sane.

Wasn’t sure how, after all that Stephen had to have seen, Stephen for some reason loved him. There was no way that Tony deserved that.

Personally, Tony blamed Stockholm Syndrome. Stephen had clearly been forced into Tony’s proximity for so long that he’d been tricked into it. And yes, he knew it didn’t work that way, but Tony thought it got the point across remarkably.

But however many timelines it had taken Stephen to fall in love with Tony… It had only taken this one for Tony to fall in love with Stephen.

He just wasn’t sure how to actually do anything about it. He wasn’t sure that Stephen would believe him if he did, for one. And, perhaps more importantly, a part of him worried that his love could never measure up to Stephen’s own.

He would try. Hell, he’d try. He’d try to do right by Stephen. But the fear lurked. What if Tony wasn’t enough?

Such thoughts clearly didn’t plague Peter who clearly thought that he and Stephen were perfect for each other. 

“Well, wouldn’t want to kick you,” Tony said easily, trying to hide his gut reaction. “Just open me up a portal to my place. We can deal with Peter tomorrow.”

The words were supposed to come out casual, but something must have slipped because Stephen eyed him curiously.

“Do you want to share a bed?” he asked, sounding uncertain. Uncertain didn’t suit Stephen.

Tony opened his mouth, then closed it. He wasn’t sure how to answer that question. The truth was that, yes, he sort of did. But he also wasn’t sure what that would do to their relationship. Would it progress things faster and further than Tony was ready for?

Would he be giving Stephen promises that he couldn’t possibly live up to?

He knew he wasn’t good enough for Stephen. Did he want to give Stephen the false hope that Tony might someday be?

Stephen’s brow furrowed and Tony realized he’d been silent too long.

“Yes,” he admitted. He ran a hand through his hair before throwing caution to the wind. “I do want to share a bed with you. I want to do a lot of things with you, actually. The sort of things that Peter wants us to do. Like hold hands. And kiss. And sleep together, both platonically and not. And you know… uh, fall in love with you.”

Stephen’s mouth dropped open just slightly. Clearly he hadn’t expected for Tony to go all out like that. Well, Tony had always lived to surprise.

“Except,” Tony continued. “It can’t be perfect, because apparently I kick in bed, and maybe that’s a sign of other things. That maybe I’ll metaphorically ‘kick’ if I try to love you.”

“You…” Stephen shook his head. “You sound ridiculous, you know that, right? Are you really suggesting that because you kick in your sleep you’re incapable of loving me?”

“I’m just saying that maybe it’s a sign.” He looked away. He sounded like an idiot and he knew it. But the point stood. “You love me.” Stephen didn’t deny it. They were far past that. “And I just… I don’t know if anything I give you can ever match that.”

Stephen huffed out a breath, shaking his head. He waved his hands and then suddenly he was in his pajamas instead of his many layers of sorcerer garb. Tony felt his mouth go dry. Stephen looked… well, he always looked good, but he looked soft and approachable in the soft, worn white t-shirt and comfortable looking lounge pants. “You’re an idiot. Now get into your pajamas and get in bed.”

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Yes,” Stephen said. “You admitted you love me. You added a whole bunch of nonsensical commentary about somehow not being enough for me that I’m choosing to ignore until we’re both less tired. But the essence is that you love me. Since that’s true, I don’t see why we’re still dithering about this.”

Tony stared at him, searching for the right words.

Somehow he still surprised himself. “Alright.”

If Stephen was going to make it that simple… Well, Tony could accept it. For now, at least, until they had that discussion they needed to have.

Stephen waited until Tony was comfortable in the bed before wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. “I love you, Tony,” he murmured, breath warm against Tony’s skin. “Even when you kick.”

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Prompt: Stephen fingering Tony to orgasm?

For the purposes of this prompt, we’re going to assume that Stephen’s fingers are not getting tired. He’s having a good hand day!  :D

Behind a read more for obvious reasons.

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Tony moaned, sprawled on his stomach, clutching at the pillow under his head, legs spread to make room for Stephen’s hands. Laying on his side next to Tony, Stephen’s palm rested on the curve of Tony’s ass, his fingers dipping into the cleft between his cheeks and sliding smoothly in and out of his slick, tight hole.

“You make the most beautiful sounds,” Stephen murmured as he pushed in deep again. Tony made a low, needy sound and lifted his hips into the touch. Stephen’s fingers were long and slender, and two of them was the perfect amount of stretch. “I love how much you love this.” Stephen curves his fingers and Tony cries out at the flash of pleasure from his prostate.

Licking his lips, Tony forced his hazy gaze to focus on Stephen. “More?” 

“Impatient,” Stephen chided.

Tony laughed breathily. “It’s been ages.” His words cracked as Stephen continued playing with his hole, fingers twisting and curving and plunging deeper.

“I suppose I did  promise to indulge you,” Stephen mused. It was true. Tony loved Stephen’s hands. He didn’t often say so, but he did ask for them regularly. Stephen nearly always obliged.

As he did today, picking up the pace, thrusting two fingers in over and over again and stroking Tony’s prostate on every withdrawal. Tony alternatively rocked back into the touch and then forward, grinding his cock against the bed. The see-saw of sensation quickly brought him to the brink, but it was a hard thrust and twist of Stephen’s fingers that finished him. Tony moaned helplessly and pushed into Stephen’s hand even as his cock throbbed and spilled come over the sheets.

Stephen waited until Tony went limp against the sheets before slowly withdrawing his fingers. Tony murmured softly in protest, moving only lazily in response to Stephen’s directions so that he could be cleaned up and the wet spot taken care of. When Stephen eventually spooned up behind him, Tony caught his hand and tangled their fingers together before drifting off.

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Peter: *listening to 'Don't k!ll yourself, you'll die anyway' by Sailor Mel.*

The other Avengers: *faces with mixtures of horror and concern*

Tony: Share that with me, will you kid?

Stephen: Yeah, me too.

#tony stark #stephen strange #doctor strange #peter parker #ironstrange #incorrect ironstrange quotes #incorrect ironstrange

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Prompt - Tony edging Stephen?

Oooh, a smut prompt! 😀 I don’t get many of these, but folks are absolutely welcome to send them! Behind the read more for obvious reasons.

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Stephen’s eyes drifted shut for a moment, losing himself for a moment in the heat flushing his body, the pounding of his pulse that resonated through every limb, and the deep ache of his throbbing cock. 

“Hey, now, eyes open,” Tony admonished him, reaching up and giving his nipple a harsh tweak. Gasping, Stephen’s eyes snapped open and his wrists jerked against the wide, soft cuffs that bound his hands to the headboard. His gaze snapped to Tony, who smiled warmly at him from his seat across Stephen’s thighs. “There you are. I haven’t lost your attention, have I?” He gave Stephen’s cock a long, slow stroke from base to tip, as if to underline his words.

Swallowing a whimper, Stephen blinked hard but managed not to close his eyes again. “Never,” he said hoarsely. 

“I don’t know,” Tony said playfully. His eyes were glittering, a smile curving his lips. “I think maybe you need help focusing.” He closed his hand around Stephen's cock and once again began pumping it slowly.

After the last hour, it took hardly any time before Stephen felt himself approach orgasm, his muscles clenching, breath coming quicker. He stared at Tony, desperate, his straining hips barely moving against the weight of Tony’s body across his thighs. “Tony,” he gasped, almost sobbing. 

“You close?” Tony asks, low and warm.

“Yes,” Stephen says. He’s so close, he’s almost there, he can feel it.

Tony hums and lets go of Stephen’s cock, only to give the head a sharp squeeze.

Stephen moans as his orgasm retreats, but he doesn’t make the mistake of closing his eyes. “Beautiful,” Tony murmurs, petting his flanks gently as Stephen finds his equilibrium again. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

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ironstrange 😇

magical gender change

You probably weren’t expecting porn from this prompt, but I have actually had a tiny, not-complete-enough-to-be-written porn bunny of this exact variety in my head, so porn is what you’re getting. I really hope you’re OK with that. lol.

I use male pronouns for Stephen because while he has a physically female body in this, he continues to identify as male.

For any folks who have issues with any of the various terms used for female genitalia, I use the c-word here. Only three times, but still.

Behind a cut for graphic smut.

It probably says something about Stephen that his first thought after the shock passes isn’t panic or any expression of dysphoria, but I need to have sex as soon as possible. 

He isn’t sure what it says about him, but it probably says something.

Regardless, he is sensible enough to wait until he and Wong have determined that his body is only temporarily female: he has about 24 hours until he changes back. Once that is confirmed, Stephen goes straight to Tony Stark, because if anyone is going to understand the argument, I have this body for 24 hours and I want to try everything, it’s him.

Which is how Stephen ends up sprawled naked in Tony’s bed, hands fisted in Tony’s hair as the man eats him out, his thighs still wet with his first orgasm. Tony is very good with his mouth.

“Tony,” Stephen gasps, even as he lifts his hips. The hot, slick touch of Tony’s tongue is incredible, but it’s not what he’s craving right now. “Tony.” He tugs lightly on Tony’s hair and catches a whine of disappointment behind his teeth when Tony obligingly pulls away.

“Tell me what you want,” Tony says, eyes dark, face wet with Stephen’s juices. Fuck, he’s the hottest thing Stephen has ever seen.

“I want you to fuck me,” Stephen says, and Tony doesn’t ask him if he’s sure, just crawls up the bed and gives him a filthy kiss before turning towards the nightstand. Stephen stops him with a hand on his wrist. “No condom. I swear to you, I can’t get pregnant.”

“Fuck,” Tony groans, abandoning the nightstand. “You’re going to kill me,” he says, guiding Stephen's legs into wrapping around his waist and lining up his cock—his gorgeous, thick cock—with Stephen’s cunt.

“Never,” Stephen says breathlessly. The hot, blunt head of Tony’s cock slides slowly over his opening, growing wet with both of their eagerness but only teasing at entry. “Not so long as you give me what I want.”

“Pushy,” Tony says, and stops Stephen from replying by finally sinking his cock into Stephen’s cunt.

Stephen takes it with a long, heartfelt moan. There’s heat and pressure and fullness and the words are the same as the other sort of penetration, but the feeling is absolutely unique. And incredible. He holds Tony close with legs and arms for a minute, savoring the weight of Tony inside him. Tony waits patiently—or at least considerately, given the way his breathing is growing increasingly ragged.

Eventually the deep satisfaction of being full gives way to a low, insistent itch for more. Stephen loosens his grip a little. “You can move now.”

Tony lurches into motion with a couple of ragged, desperate thrusts that still, somehow, send waves of pleasure through Stephen, and then settles into a rhythm that is just slow enough to leave Stephen feeling hungry for the next thrust and just fast enough that he never feels unsatisfied. “You’re very good at this,” Stephen says, and he can’t begrudge Tony the way his voice breaks halfway through.

Tony huffs a laugh, never slowing. “How would you know?”

Stephen takes his point, but also: “Because I already want to do it again. Repeatedly.”

That gets him a hot, messy kiss, Tony’s pace changing only a little to accommodate it. Stephen doesn’t let him off with one, instead bringing their mouths together again and again. Tony’s strokes grow shorter, but harder, and Stephen clenches, tearing moans from both of them. It feels so good to have his cunt filled. He’s dripping wet, so wet that it makes an obscene, slick sound every time Tony fucks into him: blatant, visceral evidence of just how much Stephen is enjoying this.

“I want to come inside you,” Tony rasps, pulling back enough to meet Stephen’s gaze. His hips slide into a deep, filthy grind. “I want to fill you up until my come leaks out of you. Can I?”

Stephen groans and pulls him into a quick, rough kiss. “Yes,” he says when their mouths part again. “Do it.”

Tony goes back to fucking him, this time with intent. Stephen quickly loses himself in the surges of pleasure, and then Tony gets a hand between them and finds his clit and fuck it doesn’t take long after that. Stephen comes with a sharp cry, clenching down hard on Tony, which brings him over, too, come spurting deep inside Stephen, still tangible despite the mess they’ve already made. 

Tony lies sprawled over Stephen, but the weight is welcome, satisfying. Stephen drapes weak arms around him and slowly catches his breath even as his body slowly makes known the aches that come with very enthusiastic sex.

“Give me a few minutes,” Tony eventually murmurs, “and we can have food and fresh sheets delivered while we soak in the jacuzzi. Then I figure we’ll be good for another round, if you’re still on for ‘everything’.”

Stephen chuckles. “I knew I came to the right place.”

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Any ironstrange smut prompt fillers out there fancy filling this?

Stephen's first time bottoming with Tony, but because he's Stephen, he bottoms from the top, riding, restraints, dirty talk, slight dom/sub.

I will owe you my first born or many cookies, whichever you prefer.

#ironstrange #ironstrange prompt #smut #pleasefillmyprompts #stephen strange #tony stark #slash fanfiction

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(Stephen hurts his back while having sex with Tony) Tony: I didn’t sign up for this. Stephen’s supposed to be my immortal, powerful, Sorcerer stud. He’s supposed to take care of me!

Rhodey: Yeah, he almost paralyzed himself taking care of you.

Tony: This is how it starts. First he throws his back out having sex, then he breaks a hip having sex, then he has a heart attack having sex -

Rhodey: - What kind of sex are you guys having?!

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America: I hope you choke on a waffle!

Peter: I hope I do too!

Stephen: stop it both of you, Peter you know you’re not allowed to choke on a waffle

Tony: that’s right, the only people allowed to choke in this tower are me and Stephen

America and Peter screaming