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《Art and personal blog》 | Mai | Female | 23 | I post fanart and comics |

[auroblaze]

The cover art I did for @sigridhawke‘s printed copy of the Yugioh Divine Dragon AU! Shiny holy rays everywhere!!✨🥺

You can see their post about it with all the useful links and credits to the other artists and writers that contributed to this here :>

[kathairoette]

Finally it's here~! I wanted to finish these back in Dec, but only managed to finish them now. A shame since they're meant to be a holiday gift of sorts... but whatever, it's never too late to celebrate anything, especially if it's the talented work of others!

So as a thank you for accompanying me and many others through the year that was 2022, I drew some works for some of my favorite ygo fics, plus a few classics! I would’ve made more too but time’s against me... alas, I hope you'll enjoy regardless ＼(＾∀＾)メ(＾∀＾)ノ

The Last Puzzle - @tenderwulf​ Chained To You - @saijspellhart (also a bonus! as @b0ssb1tchhath0r requested this specific scene... *checks hand* oh god 5 months ago--) Board the Red Eye - @puzzl-d As The Sun Rises - @cloudsmachinations​ Do You Dream of Me? - @laryna6 The Writer - @hikariandyamiblog Sympathetic Magic - A Perplexing Puzzle and The Naked King (psst if any of you know any of the other writers' tumblrs (if they have one) do tell me 'kay?)

and of course honorable mentions for the smutty works of @fat-butch-dyke and @melffy-puppy Which are too many to draw for but I think I got the gist of what they're vouching for ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ ...

So thanks all you super cool ygo writers for doing what you do! I'm glad to find a fun space where all sorts of works can appear: soft fluff, intense plots, eldritch shadow horrors... there's a little for everyone here, and it's amazing to be able to read through them all!

Please take these as my love in visual form (as I have the social skills of a dried raisin) and I hope to see whatever cool things you guys make in the following years~!

[cosmic-hyena]

[andr0nap]

oh to be loved like this 😭💕

[jacketpotatoo]

Someone give Dr Strange a raise

[esttian]

Spoilers ahead

Do not read

SPOILERS FOR LOKI SEASON ONE FINALE

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He Who Remains saying "There is no other way" just like Dr. Strange did in endgame is really real now. It wasn't because Stephen couldn't save Tony or that Tony was self destructive and sacrificial that it would only lead him to death: There was only One timeline, no multiverses where they lost or won, HE WHO REMAINS MADE SURE OF THAT. That's why in all his futures Stephen only reached ONE. The man looks so defeated and shaken after the time stone for more than one reason. But now I wonder, did he realize about the timeline? He was powerless and there was one. One.

I blame Who He Remains.

[esttian]

“He looks so hot when he is angry.” -Said At least Once

[ask-flame-emperor]

“Can’t Help” - Oc x Canon Animation

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMOURE!!! @ask-the-hellbent-trafalgar​ @ask-amoure​ I made you an animation. <3

[esttian]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (2016), Iron Man (Movies)The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Angst Angst and Hurt/Comfort Angst and Feels Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers Avengers: Endgame (Movie)Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant Not A Fix-It POV Stephen Strange Canon CompliantMajor Character Injury Canon-Typical Violence tonystarkbingo2k19 Series: Part 1 of the Tony Stark Esttian’s Bingo series Summary:

[ ENDGAME SPOILERS. ENDGAME SPOILERS. DON’T READ IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCH IT ]]

Stephen falls in love with the man flying inside the tincan after knowing him for a million timelines. There was more than one way to defeat Thanos but only One where Tony truly calls victory. Stephen understand but it doesn’t make it any less painful.

@tonystarkbingo fill for S1 - Canon Compliant

[ask-flame-emperor]

MAI MUN: //I’m not ready nor okay//

//Jokes aside, I’m sorry for neglecting this blog. I should be active once more after Endgame, and finals. Expect sporadic lapses of activity. But, I’m not gone yet//

[esttian]

Attire

@ironstrangehaven ‘s gift exchange.

Summary: After saving half the universe from the Mad Titan, Tony is sent to recover to Kamar-taj under Stephen's watch. There, Tony discovers his affinity to magic and raises in the ranks exponentially quickly. As he obtains the title of Master, the arrangement for Tony's personal robes are tasked to Stephen.

Notes: I signed as a pinch hitter for the Ironstrange gift exchange. Rating: Mature

Prompt: Stephen teaching Tony magic/showing him around the sanctum/dressing him up robes

For @sondercurse  (I can’t tag them) Hope you like it.  Read in AO3

A length of carmine cloth floats along his left side hip, like a smooth river kissing his skin in its wake. The material twirls around, caressing along his lower back, to circle over to his front and up his chest, making him squirm slightly as he tries to contain the laughter trying to erupt.

“Stephen,” Tony calls out, fisting his hand against his sides, trying his hardest not to squirm. Cladded only in his boxers on top a circular pedestal, an inch or two high, making him look taller than Stephen for once.

Rolls of different colored fibers dancing around him in a magic show should be disconcerting, but his attention was focused on a bigger issue other than his naked state, which he didn’t mind, or fairytale dress up. What ticked Tony off was the detached and uninterested look on the ex-doctor’s pale blue eyes, his gaze shifting from cloth to cloth floating over them, nonchalantly touching one before turning to another, looking at everywhere but Tony.

Tony wasn’t pouting. He was not.

“I don’t need a dress for the ball,” he teased, seeing another meter of cloth a shade darker of Stephen’s annoying cape (It’s a cloak, Tony) pass his side. He almost confused the floating material for the sentient ca-cloak. It wasn’t around it’s master, perhaps jealous of the attention Stephen was giving to all these cloths. Tony could relate.

The sorcerer merely provided Tony with a tiny noise, as if that was enough to make note that he was somewhat paying attention to him. But not enough. Almost as if reading his thought, Stephen extended his reply: “You have reached the level of Master, Tony. Every single Master wears their uniquely designated robes. As the Sorcerer Supreme, and the only one willing to deal with your attitude, I will see that your robe is agreeable to your taste.”

“How noble,” Tony mumble dripping with sarcasm, trying to get Stephen’s usual reaction, the start of a small bantering, but the same upset feeling came back when Stephen gave him his back as if to shut him up. Ignoring him.

Tony was sulking now.

Yeah, sure. Ironman was not at the peak of his ripe years anymore and maybe, the years had been harsh with him; alien invasions, a Terminator menace, civil wars and a nihilist grape titan could do that to you. But he would call himself still quite eye-catching.

He worked out almost daily, Captain made sure of that. His lungs were not what they used to be, years of smoke and alcohol taking their toll. But his body was better, his skin had faded scars, but the visible muscles and lines that framed him were enticing.

Either way, Stephen refused to linger on him no more than the necessary. As scarred fingers beckoned a maroon cloth over, Tony glared at the sorcerer. “Even if you try, you can’t set me on fire with your scowling, Tony,” Stephen brushed him off, voice loud in his ear at the silence and small space, without even looking.

“I can certainly try,” Tony quipped back. Stephen’s luscious lips pulled up into a small smile, his cheekbones standing sharper in the soft light of the room. His features seemed dangerous and more defined beneath the illumination, turning the already sharp bone structure into a truly breathtaking angle.

Stephen let the roll of cloth float up with the others. His moment was slow, like a musician singing off the notes of his symphony onto existence for the world to relinquish in. There had been a moment where Tony didn’t believe such a man could exist. He wondered if Thor lied to him when they presented Strange, and he was the god amongst men. He truly acted as one.

His body shivered when those piercing galaxies turned to him, calculating and sizing him up. The mirth in them making those eyes hooded with delight.

Finally.

Tony perked up internally at him, those bluish greens ran down and up his body. He felt acutely aware of the gaze and ever inch of tanned skin it skimmed over without shame. It left him tingling, making his heart pick up its pace, his mouth and throat suddenly dry and a growing heat settling on his ears and nape. Stephen didn’t move, he merely watched him.

 The Sanctum was warm, he had felt the room warming up slightly for him when he undressed from his suit, perhaps to sooth his vulnerable state. But right now, he felt too hot, his blood boiled, his guts were amid a war under the Sorcerer Supreme’s gaze. His chest raised and got abruptly stuck, forgetting how to function for a second when Stephen stepped closer.

Like a trapped animal. Defenseless at his mercy.

Shit. Fucking erotic.

“Don’t,” was Stephen's only command, his voice low and dangerous, and Tony wanted to move just to see what laid after that threat.

But, didn’t.

He didn’t want to break this spell. Exhilarating and so goddamn good.

Stephen circled around him humming in thoughtful manner, Tony held his breath until Stephen was back in front of him, at arm reach, so close he could extend a hand, grip that tunic and drag him over to slam their bodies together. He wanted to feel Stephen towering over him with that handsome smirk on his face, shading him from the light and world with his broad lithe body, and relieve the maddening heat coiling inside him.

“Tony”

Tony snapped out of his feverish thoughts, his brown eyes looking up from the floor to Stephen’s eyes that crinkled to the genuine fond smile that ignited many unwilling responses in his body. “What-” Tony asked breathless with a loss for words, stolen by Stephen.

“I said,” Stephen prompted finding Tony scattered self rather cute instead of rude, the jerk knew very well he was the reason, and that made him attractively smug. The bastard. Thin lips tugging at one side with amusement. Tony’s heart skipped a beat. “Turn around. I will take your measurements.”

He raises an eyebrow at that. Why not simply walk around him like before? Stephen seemed to like that very much, like a predator playing with his next meal, ready to pounce him. Still, he complied. Forcing his tense muscles to move, his legs felt heavy, Stephen sole focused on him now. His brown eyes opening slightly in surprise at the sight of his reflection.

A full-size mirror floated in front of him, not moving a lot besides a little swaying. He could see his blush running down his neck, his shaky breaths as his ribcage raised slowly, the scar at the center pink and nostalgic, but most of all, he can see Stephen behind him. His dark hair looking ebony black, contrasting his silver strikes at the side more intensely, crystal sea foam eyes catching his chocolate ones with that smirk. Oh.

Tony had been an active lover in his youth, he got the title -playboy- for a reason. He was open to any and every experience, trying to grab and eat all the world could offer in his life span. But, becoming Ironman and saving earth, the universe, and sometimes, reality; took away that part of his sexual life. Tony Stark’s libido had been tucked away forgotten in a chest with several locks, not by choice, but there was always something to do, he had people to save and alien’s asses to kick.

He was alone, no one was going to come interrupt them, all the time in the world with a sexy wizard behind him, holding each other’s eyes with electricity coursing through. The locks are rattling.

Click

“Is there a problem, Mister Stark?” Stephen mused, his voice a tone too low to be called appropriate. Back at that donut spaceship, Stephen had mentioned in their argument how he didn’t work for him. At this moment, he would love Stephen as his personal assistant. He could imagine him wearing an expensive suit, provided by yours truly, just to please his boss, saying those professional word in a lewd and enticing manner. He would love to comb those soft black and white locks back, looking sharp enough to kill a man; Tony would order a pair of reading glasses with framed royal blue edges to compliment those ice-cold cyan eyes.

Imagination was a dangerous thing, Stephen started taking his measures as his mind wandered. Being Stephen’s boss, an office affair, Tony was too much into roleplay, but he could just imagine the possibilities. Stephen cornered against his desk, pointing how this was a very bad idea but still summitting to his ministrations. Tony would sooth his worries, he would whisper sweet promises to ravage him while wearing the suit he bought him, because Stephen was his to reverent and enjoy. He would enjoy ripping those layers of expensive cotton off his body, to reveal the tender marble skin underneath, asking to be marked and claimed. Watching Stephen look outraged at the way he discards the suit, that most likely, would cost a year salary for some.

Clank

Tony felt a hand grazing his hips, to cup them, thumbs rubbing circles in his lower back. His mind was so far away that the touch made him jolt and send shivers down his back and right into his crotch, which was already strained by his line of thought. Stephen hummed, ignoring the delightful noise he managed to rip from Tony when he pulled him back so his naked back pressed against his clothed chest.

“Where did you go?” Stephen asks softly into the shell of his ear, lips crushing against the skin with each word. Tony let out a whimper, throwing his head back, trying to get closer to the body behind him. Stephen chuckled, the motion allowed him to let feathered kisses down his neck, each managing a shudder out of the smaller man.

“Thinking…” Tony said in a breath, his mouth opening to let out a long sigh of pure heat. Stephen hummed in question, moving his attention back to Tony’s ear, nipping tenderly on the earlobe. Tony gasped, clenching his teeth as his whole body trembled at the assault.

Stephen allowed Tony to breath for a second, letting the ear go, “You must be tired,” Stephen said, his words teasing and husky, smiling when Tony grumbled at him. He could stay like this, holding Tony by the hips, feeling him heated warm from pure attention against him, exploring the ripples and tides those muscles created that had been tempting him since the moment he laid eyes on that sun kissed skin. But he could do all that in the confinements of his room.

Later.

“Your robe is ready,” Stephen told him after a moment of self-indulgence. He stepped back, basking on the angry groan of complaint Tony made when their bodies separated, before chanting lowly the spell.

Tony gasped as soft warm robes appeared, covering his body from head to toe. The chest cut resembled Stephen's, but he had a hoodie hanging on his shoulders. The Robe fell gracefully around him, the edges barely touching the floor. The knee boots and pants were exposed since the robe opened in the front to allow mobility. No sleeves, he was wearing gloves though. The gloves reached his elbow, the fingers were cut at the first knuckle and they felt sturdy, packing a punch. He flexed his fingers, testing them, seeing how some sparks glimmered on the knuckles. Magic gloves, of course.

Tony liked it.

It was an array of reds he could barely identify, shades of maroon and carmine. The belt that held his robes was golden, and there was an opening for his arch reactor on his chest. The length may have been too much, but he enjoyed the sway when he moved his hips, and if Stephen’s stiff clenched jaw was any indication, so did he.

Tony smiled at the sorcerer, stepping down from the pedestal to be chest to chest with Stephen. Leaning up on his toes to land a chaste kiss on his jaw and whispers on his pale skin, “Thank you, Godmother”. Stephen grunted, Tony could feel the rumble on his hands over Stephen’s chest, making him laugh. Stephen looked down at him with a small smile and he replied with his own.

The Sorcerer Supreme lowered his head, warping his arms around Tony’s waist, and pulling them flush together. Tony shivered, the heat on his guts coming back, asking, begging and yelling for relief that could only be obtained by the man who conquered his heart. Stephen kissed his cheek before moving his lips to his flushed pink ear, as if to share a secret even though they were alone. “Allow me to show you how to remove them,” and Tony let out a moan, the words went straight through him and he couldn't do much but nod, eager and needy. Already breathless, he managed to make out one word, one word that crumbled Stephen's control.

 "Please "

[esttian]

Ironstrange Gift Exchange

@ironstrangehaven ‘s gift exchange.

My gift is for @calcreg-shipper !!! Thank you for your prompts they were a good inspiration. I used two, Stephen and Tony knowing each other before IW and being for each other through nightmares. 

Read in AO3

Cold rain showered him, but he didn’t care, his mood was as gloomy and dark as the weather or worse. His black tuxedo was soaked from collar to socks and his dark brown hair once combed back in a pristine way, was now loopy and wet sticking to his forehead. Dark chocolate eyes puffy and red stared at the dry pavement between his feet; he had been sitting on the street for quite some time now, to the point that his body was shielding this patch of ground, the only thing landing on the ground were his tears but he had stopped- no, ran out of them a while ago. Legs flexed to his torso so they can support his weak arms on his knees and hunched over in them, to hide his face from the world in his little body cocoon.

“Anthony,” a voice broke through his hazy mind as he felt the loss of the feeling of heavy rain in his back.

Looking up slowly, to deep blue-green eyes and black jet hair, “Strange,” a whisper so cracked and hoarse, perhaps from shouting so much. Tony stares at Stephen, he is also dressed in a dark suit, holding a black umbrella over them and sporting a blank expression. He can breathe, Tony knew Stephen was an expert in poker faces, but he appreciates the lack of pity, he didn’t want any. Tony inhales the subtle smoky cologne from Stephen, slightly washed away by the humid air.

“You look like a wet cat and smell like one,” The good doctor says, and Tony can’t help but snort at that, leave it to Dr. Stephen Strange to break the ice.

“I look ravishing,” Tony fights back but it’s weak and even himself can tell.

Stephen doesn’t argue back, instead he crouches to be face to face with Tony, a small smile on his lips. Tony can count his lashes at this distance, they are long and flattering, framing those pale greys that he always has a battle pinpointing the color. They shift like a multichromatic palette, shifting from gray to blue to green. Breathtaking is a good way to describe them.

“Let me take you home,” and Tony swear his breath got caught on his throat. Even in his low state, his mind goes to places it shouldn’t, Stephen obviously is referring to driving him to his Malibu house and dropping him there. Not the other -take someone home- way.

But he can’t help but tease him about it.

“Why, doc? I didn’t know you were interested. If I knew I would’ve- “

“I’m not” Stephen cuts him off, no room for argument or doubts, his cold eyes serious and direct to his heart. It hurts Tony the way he just brushes the idea off as if it’s unthinkable, his brown eyes drop to his knees, losing all strength to look at Stephen. But, like all the other times, Stephen continues, “I want to take you out of this rain and get you into a bath, if you would allow me” and he manages to bury himself back into Tony’s heart.

Tony huffs and shakes his head, “A bath won’t be enough to get me out of this cold…”

“Allow me to try, Anthony…” Stephen’s voice is deep and soft, Tony wonders if he is still talking about the rain.

His gaze shifts back to Stephen’s eyes, still a melody of blues and greens. The umbrella is covering them from the rain but it’s not wide enough to shield them completely, Stephen’s jacket is wet from the back-side edges and the ends of his pants have the rim soaked. His sharp features are enhanced by the play of shadows and lights behind him from the lamp light and car rushing by.

Tony’s body shivers, he tries to hide it, but Stephen’s piercing gaze is so focused on him that he doesn’t miss it. A small smile lifts Stephen’s lips and Tony glares mumbling a reluctant “Fine…” and unfolding his arms from his knees. Stephen takes his hand when he sees Tony struggling to stand up, still holding the umbrella, he hoists them both to their feet.

The smaller man stumbles, his legs had lost circulation from being in that position for so long and so, he lands face first in a warm soft cotton chest. Tony is surprised when Stephen warps an arm around his waist, not caring about getting wet at all, and instead of pushing him away, he holds him closer.

Tony could cry again if he had tears. This embrace is enough to make him feel safe, to make him realize the freezing December night and cruel unforgiving low temperatures he decided to run into, in the middle of the night, with nothing more than a suit. Tony wants to scream because it’s scalding, this heat, sipping into his skin and digging itself into his bone from Stephen’s body, it’s making him shiver all over again but in the right way. His knees buckle, they are weak and sore. Tony shuts his eyes tightly, to fights back the ache behind his eyes and waiting for the fall when his legs give away.

“I’m not letting you go,” Stephen sighs into his damp hair and Tony grips his jacket in fists, struggling to calm the butterflies in his stomach that are fighting so hard to escape. He shivers once more and the arm around him scoops him closer, supporting most of his weight. Tony wants to ask Stephen to tighten his embrace to the point where bones are breaking, to the point where the cold and the world disappears from his mind and just Stephen is left. But he refrains. They are friends, maybe more, but nothing to the point to call themselves lovers out loud.

Friends since they met back in a conference; Tony found the raising brilliant doctor to be intriguing and a lot of fun to tease, and Stephen would never admit it, but he enjoyed the bickering and his genius mind. After Afghanistan, Stephen came back into his life, being his personal doctor in a sort of uncalled but welcome way. Stephen had been the one that noticed the palladium poisoning, the one that managed to give him a little more time to find a solution and the person that took over Pepper’s job as his unofficial personal assistant when she became CEO. It had been quite a view to see Pepper handing the torch, even though Tony joked how he wasn’t THAT bad to handle. He got some unamused glares from both.

Stephen is the one by his side after the alien attack from a few days ago, saying his trip to outer space through a worm hole and his free fall could have done serious damage on his brain. Stephen is the one that is holding him right now after one of his anxiety attacks that sent him spiraling in an uncontrollable and hyperventilating mess. If he remembers correctly, they had been at a party full of big fishes, trying to show that Stark Industries is standing strong after the events on New York, what his parents would think of Ironman had been the subject in one conversation and the next moment, he was running out of the event without looking back.

Maybe it had been a bad idea to go to an event that week, the date was so close, it felt as if the grief would never go away and it was just breathing on his neck as the day grew near. The day he was left an orphan and lost his mother.

His brown eyes open slowly, a question in his mind: How did Stephen find him?

Tony tiredly lifts his face from Stephen’s chest to rest his chin on it instead, looking up at those high cheekbones, “How…” his voice is low and shaky. But Stephen is so good at reading him, at keeping up with him that there is no need for any more words. Stephen moves his eyes down and smiles, Tony wants to frame him just so he can stare at that expression all the time.

“Jarvis,” Stephen answers and that explains everything.

Tony is weak but he manages a smirk, “Oh! You are now putting my A.I. against me, should I be worried?” He muses but there is no heat, just playfulness.

“Sir, my main directive is your safety,” JARVIS chimes in from the glasses in Tony’s chest pocket, loud enough for both to hear him, the closeness makes it easy, “It was to my understanding that Doctor Strange has high accessible clearance to look after you. And, quoting Miss. Potts’ words- “JARVIS takes a second to process, and Tony swears that if he could clear his throat, he would be doing it right about now,” Tony is a handful but take care of him for me. End of quotes.”

Stephen sighs, “I don’t know what bad thing I did to be punished like this,” he melodramatically leans his head back to look at the umbrella.

Tony pouts, hitting his forehead on the sternum in a reprimanding manner which gets him a deep laughter that shakes the chest he is resting on, making him shiver once more. God that laugh never gets old. “Bite me, Strange,” He grumbles, as Stephen leans back down to nuzzle into his brown hair and Tony melts. “Or that…that’s better,” Tony adds in a mumble.

They stay like that for a second, some of Stephen’s natural warmth warping around Tony and bringing him back some colors to his tanned features. The city was bustling, and cars rushed by in cacophonies of tires splashing puddles of mud and water. The rain wasn’t as harsh as before, just a light breeze and soft droplets hitting the dark umbrella above them.

Tony’s hands rest on the lean chest, he can feel his heart drumming beneath them, so alive and reassuring. Stephen is here, holding him and grounding him to the reality. There is no need for words, there never was, they fit so right and sometimes, that’s scary. But Tony wouldn’t change this for anything, he might be going through the world in a tin can, but he always comes back to Stephen, always to Stephen.

“Let’s go home,” Stephen says and Tony nods.

Home. Yeah, he would like that.

Tony wakes up breathing harshly, all his senses are intensified, and his heart is going a mile per hour, he can hear the rumbling feeling of dread making him cold sweat and all the hairs in his body are upright. He can’t control his body, he can’t move, trapped in his own mind while all his existence goes haywire.

He only manages to make a strangled whimper.

The sound of the bed shifting and the sensation of a warmer body leaning over him make him aware of the other person, his eyes are closed, and they won’t open no matter how much he tries.  

“Tony,”

The concerned tone makes him shiver, and his heart is going to shut down if it doesn’t calm down, his consciousness is clouded and most likely, he is going into shock.

“Tony…Breath,”

He wants to, he wants to so badly, but he can’t. Tony can’t find the strength to control his own body.

“Tony, focus on my voice,” and he does, that deep calming voice that is pulling him, taking him softly out of his panic, “One, two, three- breath,” the voice says and Tony forces himself to let out a shaky sigh. “Again, One, two, three,” and Tony inhales, the smell of sweat and a smoky wood undertone gets him the rest of the way out of his prison.

Brown eyes open to see strands of black hair dusted with strikes of white at the sides, sharp bone structure and stunning pale green gray eyes looking at him with a frown gracing the worried expression. Tony’s lips form a small smile, “Hi,” he whispers and Stephen sighs with a smile of his own.

“Hi,” Stephen says back, and they stare at each other for a second, letting Tony’s shaken body recover. After a few seconds, Stephen caresses his tanned cheek with the back of his knuckles, old marred scars giving them a bumpy feeling. Tony tilts his head seeking the contact, “Nightmare?” Stephen asks to which Tony nods.

“Siberia,” Tony murmurs weakly, Stephen makes a noise of acknowledgement and leans over, gracing his forehead with feather kisses. Tony lets out a tiny giggle at the action, he loves when Stephen gets all cheesy on him even though he knows Tony doesn’t need it, but he still appreciates it.

Stephen travels down his face, leaving a trail of kisses until he is connecting their lips on a soft tender kiss. Tony hums in the kiss, and frown when it’s over. Stephen smiles down at him, “I will make us some tea,” his hushed tone making it so intimate. It was around five in the morning, an ungodly hour to be awake but Stephen knew very well it was almost impossible to go back to bed after a nightmare that bad. Personal experience.

“No coffee?” Tony ask, pouting his lips up at Stephen. A disarming move.

Stephen knew him so well that he turns his head away and pushes himself up from the bed to avoid looking at the adorable puffing of his lips and his lower lips vulnerable and seductively sticking out, just asking for attention. “No coffee,” he retorts and starts walking to the bedroom door already. Tony whines from the bed and rolls over to lay on his stomach and bury his head on the pillow.

Tony grumble incoherently about Stephen being a meanie or something of that sort before falling silent when the door snaps shut. His face lifts from the pillow so he can breathe and smile dumbfoundedly at the headboard. Stephen stayed by his side all those years, even after his accident and joining a magic cult, they stuck together. And he wasn’t going anywhere. Tony knew that Stephen would come back with two cups of his herb water, lay next to him and hold him, passing the first hours of the morning before work next to each other, dusting the last bit of the bad memories away.

Tony hugs the pillow tighter and sighs into it, his smile almost painful.

/Hurry up and come back so you can Hold me, you dumb sexy wizard/

[mculeaf-deactivated20190907]

@ironstrangehaven GIFT EXCHANGE!

for user @esttian ❤️

prompt: stephen and tony enjoying a soft, chast kiss.

HOPE YOU ENJOY!

[esttian]

OMFG this is so cute- i love it so much, THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! this is so freaking awesome!! i’m cryin-

[esttian]

Doctor Stephen Strange

[carrottheluvmachine]

Tony *rigging up something to reach his phone which has fallen off the bed and skidded several feet away*: ...

Stephen: ...what are you doing?

Tony: Getting my phone

Stephen *watches Tony fail to fish the phone off the ground over and over again*: Oh, fuck it.

Stephen *grabs the phone and drops it in Tony's lap*: There!

Tony *stares up at him with a grin on his face*: What a good dog.

Stephen: ...that was your plan all along, wasn't it?

[astralaberration]

Boys!  ╰། ◉ ◯ ◉ །╯

[music-is-the-voice-of-the-soul]

@esttian and Chrono from the IronStrange Haven Discord had mentioned something if Stephen had a business card

and so I decided to make Stephen a business card. I made three different for the back cuz I couldn’t decide which of the images to pick from, so I did all three.