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sweetpinkchampagne · 3 days

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not to be dramatic but I'd die for them

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sweetpinkchampagne · 9 days

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i forgot about this!! 🤗🤗

1:49 am

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: coming home late after a stark party and stephen is tipsy and overly touchy...

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange

note: hiiii gorgeous!! thank you for readingg. i literally cannot stop listening to hozier at the moment, stephen is SO hozier's music. like i just know he worships women like wholeheartedly at your knees as if you're an altar in a church.. on his knees in other ways.... dinner and diatribes is so stephen i highly reccomend!! (frothing, gnawing at the irons bars of my enclosure like a rabid animal) iykyk. stephen is such a sick fuck why is he so like dangerously heavenly like GTHRDJKSLA (if this is ur first interaction with me im so sorry im feral, this is a cult welcome cutie!! xx)

warnings: alcohol consumption, intoxication, making out while intoxicated, tony starks ego (we love him), smut while intoxicated (both parties) um a tiny little daddy kink... (say what...i know its not everyones cup of tea but i had tooooo) not proof read eek!

it was 1:49 am. a cool night swept over the city of new york, the stark tower bustling with celebrities and journalists. something tony called 'networking', a cleverly labelled excuse to blow money and get drunk.

you and stephen hadn’t planned to be out so late, but stark’s parties weren't exactly matinées, despite all of the dramatics. under usual circumstances your husband would portal the two of you home in order to avoid the paparazzi swarmed outside. the music was incredibly loud, expensive trays of sushi being passed out along other canapés. men and women around you holding crystal between their fingers in an attempt to appear elegant in a situation that can only be compared to a club setting. the walls were lined with signed records from famous musicans as well as technology tony had been tinkering with and developing, eyes drawn to these machines in awe, asking questions and flattering his already over-inflated ego. you looked to your left, spotting stephen’s suit blazer hung messily over a barstool. you laughed to yourself seeing him in his half-unbuttoned dress shirt clearly reliving his glory days at columbia, dancing and drinking.

you thanked stark and waved goodbye to everyone, stephen slumped against you - his tall figure not exactly leaning against your shoulder, too drunk to open a portal coherently. you shook your head gently, heels clicking on the concrete as you began coaxing him into one of the of pre-called taxis, stretching out of the front of the stark tower. his suit blazer drapped over one of your shoulders. the paparazzi exploiting all who exited the building, asking questions as their camera flashes blinded you.

“greenwich village, 177A bleecker street please!” you hummed sweetly to the cab driver who nodded and smiled back, gently swatting stephens hand away as he mindlessly toyed with the hem of your already short dress.

"you look gorgeous tonight baby" he whispered, his hot breath against your neck, tickling. you giggled softly, your shoulder instinctively lifting to cover your neck, pushing him away.

"thank you stephen, you look so handsome.."

"oh yeah?" he smirked

"okay.. dont get too cocky" you laughed, leaning into his side, you looked out the window, the city lights looked gorgeous. people of all walks of life walking down the streets. families going to see musicals, a group of girlfriends going out and a pair of budding musicians busking on the corner, one man in suede with a banjo, the other a scruffy man playing the harmonica. stephen wasn't looking out the window, you felt his eyes looking down at you, smiling with adoration.

the sound of your purse landing on the sideboard of the sanctum entrance echoed off the walls. stephen was always a cocky man, but this heightened when he was drunk. you laughed softly as your back gently hit the wall of the entrance, an overly confident doctor cupping your cheeks, the smell of whiskey on his breath.

“been thinking of doing this all night..” his baritone voice whispered as his scarred hands snaked their way around your waist and his lips met the warmth of your neck.

“you do flatter a girl stephen..." you gasped as he quickly turned you around, your chest pressed into the oak panelling of the sanctum entrance. you felt him harden behind you, pressing into your ass. you threw your head back, leaning into his shoulder as cold hands danced around your back, slowly pulling the zipper to your dress down as it effortlessly fell to the floor, bunched around your heels.

"stephen you're drunk...we should-.. sleep.." she gasped as his hands travelled down the length of her spine, gently.

"drunk and horny" he corrected, you could tell he was smirking by the way he delivered the words.

"please..." you whispered as he rolled up his dress shirt's sleeves to his forearms, his veins deliciously visible.

"please what baby? huh? you got an ache..??" he kissed the back of your neck, humming in contentment. you rolled your eyes, he had a thing about you using your words even when he knew what you wanted, where you wanted.

"i need you..." you turned around, looking up at him with big eyes as he looked down at you, without hesitation, he knelt down in front of you, pausing to look up at you before you nodded gently, he gently slid your panties off and then he grabbed your hips and hoisted you up around his waist, you gasped as his buldge made contact with your core, whimpering in his ear, pushing the photo frames and your purse carelessly off the sideboard before laying you down the length of the sideboard. you whined in anticipation, as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you down to him, standing at the end of the sideboard.

he walked back over to you, looking down at you as he tutted.

"desperate little thing arent you baby..? ive barely touched you..."

"stephen..dont torture me, dont be mean.." you pouted looking up at him as he bent down to passionately kiss your lips, standing back up before brushing his fingertips down your body, your neck, chest, stomach ending inches from your core. he knelt down at the end of the sideboard, delicately wrapping your legs around his neck before he kissed your inner thighs without warning.

"shit! stephen- i.." you threw your head back, back arching against the sideboard as you felt him smirk against your skin. his stubble burned your delicate skin. adding fuel to the already ignited fire. he chuckled lowly before adjusting you to move your cunt closer to his lips. he looked up at your expecting eyes with a gentle look, you nodded laying your head back down.

"fucking soaked..." he whispered deeply, admiring you. he was never one for a quick fuck, i mean he did it of course if you begged, if you had a place to be.. but it definitely wasn't his preference. he wanted to savour you, to fervently worship his wife. your thighs squeezed his neck impatiently huffing below him.

"dont be bratty baby, im just admiring my girl.." he warned lowly. without warning he left a long stripe between the folds of your pussy, you writhed under him as his tongue purposefully missed your clit. what felt like hours of slow, delicate licks led to an ache in your lower belly. his stubble burned your inner thighs, adding to the pleasure as you began to rock your pussy into his mouth, you felt him smirk as he placed one hand down on your lower stomach before sucking violently on your clit. you squealed in pleasure, your thighs weakly handing over his shoulder, shaking.

"god you taste divine, like fucking heaven. i worship you darling.." he whispered between your thighs, as if it were a secret, but he told you it everyday.

"stephen.." you whimpered as he sucked on your clit, his face buried between your legs.

"give it to me baby, make a mess for daddy.." you moaned loudly at the nickname, something you mistakenly whimpered one day in sex that made him choke on his words and look down at you. "m' sorry! i- i.. dont know where that came from" his eyes darkened looking down at you. "say it again fr' me, yeah?" your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pounded into you faster than usual.

"daddy!" you gasped. clutching the drawers of the sideboard for support, your back arching as lewd noises of him eating you out filled the room. "jesus christ! fuck me." you screamed as you came on his tongue, he didn't stop. you shook from the overstimulation he cleaned you up with his tongue, your legs shuddered as he laid them down gently, leaning over your body, his palms resting on the sideboard as he looked down at you. it was pornographic the way his goatee glistened with your seed.

"you're going to be the death of me, you know that darling?" he smirked, cocking his head to the side as his eyes still ravaged your body before reluctantly looking back to your glossy eyes, you were gone, lost in a haze, chasing a high.

#doctor strange #stephen strange x reader #doctor stephen strange fanfic #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange smut

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sweetpinkchampagne · 10 days

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Ghost's just the type of dad that always has a kid hanging onto him. The sort of adult that other adults are spooked by, but kids just walk right up to. He never crouches down to their level just stares down at them until they inevitably ask "why're you so big" and he grunts out a "ate all my vegetables" which always makes the kid stick their tongue out and grimace. Then they'll stand next to him and info dump about whatever they're doing while Ghost watches his own kid fall off the monkey bars.

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sweetpinkchampagne · 12 days

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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

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sweetpinkchampagne · 12 days

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yeah what if

what if...doctor strange was treated with respect in the mcu?

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sweetpinkchampagne · 18 days

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oh 🤭

18+ MDNI Simon fucking you in a headlock

You've been obsessed with his arms since day one.

And you finally asked him to do what you wanted for a while.

He made sure that you were comfortable, asking multiple times if you were ok.

And you breathed out 'yes' eagerly each time.

And now here you are as he fucks into your sopping pussy while having you in a headlock, thick veiny arm wrapped around your neck.

The burly mass of muscles puts enough pressure to make you dizzy, increasing the already intense pleasure of his fat cock splitting your weeping cunt open.

His other hand reaches around your body and lands on your sensitive puffy clit, rough fingers circling and pinching it while his wide hips slap against your rear with each ferocious plunge into you.

"You gonna be a good girl and cum f'me?" he grunts into your ear as he feels the ever increasing pressure of your pulsating pussy on his cock.

And you can only hum in response, the razing pleasure too much to bear, too much to let you form any coherent words.

You hold on to his strong arm wrapped around you, nails digging into his bicep and forearm, surely leaving crescent marks on his skin.

The delightful mix of sweet sensations, the aching drag of his thick cock along your sensitive walls repeatedly with the dizzying pleasure of his arm around your neck,

while his swollen red tip viciously attacks your gummy cervix and his calloused fingertips rub against your puffy clit send you to a state of pure engulfing euphoria.

And streams of your juices and cream gush out of you as you let out hiccupped moans, blended with his low growl of sheer pleasure as he fills up your welcoming womb with his seed.

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sweetpinkchampagne · 19 days

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my masterlist ✩

smut ୨୧

angst ☾

fluff ✩

stephen strange ✧˚ · .

let me look after you ✩

1:49am ୨୧

tolerate it ☾

sweet torture ୨୧ ☾

what im here for ✩ ☾

sinful part 1 ୨୧

sinful part 2 ୨୧ ☾

simon riley ✧˚ · .

gentle love ✩

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sweetpinkchampagne · 19 days

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cw: gun play, throat fucking with a gun im sorry, simon coming untouched, masturbation (reader) I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN SO unedited

simon with a gun kink that he's kept hidden would be crazy.

imagine ur big, beefy husband coming home after a long deployment. he's tense, his fists are clenched tight and it's clear he's got a ton of steam he needs to blow off.

at first, you expect a normal night together of him plowing you into the mattress so hard that the bed creaks and hits the wall with every thrust. the kind of fucking that leaves you trembling for 15 minutes after you've finished and cleaned up. the kind that has him pulling you into his arms to soothe and coo at.

but something is different this time.

he starts removing his gear one by one as usual but instead of removing the holster with his gun and safely placing it down, he unholsters the gun completely.

you're watching with bated breath as he unloads the weapon, carefully pulling it back and peering into the chamber. you're watching his hands move, admiring how strong his fingers are and how the veins in his hands bulge out with every movement

you deviously excited by the time he approaches you -- the gun still in his hand.

he brings it up, placing the nozzle against your chin, finger hovering off the the trigger. but you know how well-trained he is -- how good he is at his job. you know that he could have that finger on the trigger in a milisecond, faster than you would even be able to comprehend.

"open," he orders, a voice that sends shivers down your spine. it's firm, rough, authoritative. it's a tone you imagine he uses when he's on the field.

soliders bow to his every whim and you're no better. but unlike those who are trained to obey him because it's their job -- you obey him because you know if you do, you'll get the sweetest reward in the world; that thick, full cock still hidden in his pants.

your panties are already wet and sticky and your brain’s already feeling fuzzy by the time you open your mouth.

the shock of cold is the first thing you recognize followed by the tang of metal as the weapon settles on your tongue. your lashes flutter as you look up at your husband, face still obscured by his balaclava but his pretty, brown eyes burn holes into you nevertheless.

he slowly and carefully slides the gun deeper into your mouth until it presses against the back of your throat and you involuntarily gag. a groan rips from his cheeks as he watches the tears gather on your lashline.

"that's it, pretty," he coos, "bet you wish that was my cock huh?" you nod your head as best you can with the weapon lodged in your throat, "maybe i'll give it to you if you put on a real nice show for me."

his words take a moment to register in your fuzzy brain but once they do, your hand is flying down between your legs at record speed. you slip it beneath the band of your panties, barely lifting his shirt that you're wearing out of the way so you can finally find relief in the ache that has settled in your cunt.

your folds are wet and sticky as they part around your fingers and you struggle to swallow around the gun in your mouth. there's no give to the metal and drool begins to dribble down your shin in long, thin strings.

simon's cock is hard, heavy and leaking against his thigh. this has been one of his best kept secrets, to watch you submit to his gun -- to the weapon he has used to murder countless people with.

and here you were, doing as you're told, throating his gun while you play with your pretty cunt. he can hear how wet you are, can see the way you desperately hump your own hand trying to get your fingers deeper and deeper. but they'll never feel as good as his, you both know this.

so all you can do is tearfully look up at him through clumped lashes as you choke and gag on the gun he continues to keep stuffed down your throat.

his cock throbs at the thought of being where his weapon is now. he envies it.

you mutter something, muffled and incomprehensible but he knows what you're saying. he can see the way your pupils blow out, hear the way your breathing grows erratic and choppy. you're trembling and breathless, messily jerking your hips into your own hand as you desperately look up at him -- begging for anything to push you over the edge.

his finger finally lands on the trigger of his gun and he sees your eyes widen but the desperate, teary look you give him only tells him more of what you need.

there's a muted, empty click when he pulls the trigger. the gun is empty, you both know this -- but it sends you over the edge anyway.

simons cock twitches and twitches, balls tight and heavy before he's spurting his load down his thigh at the sight of you cumming on your own fingers and moaning around his gun.

the hand holding the weapon trembles as he cums untouched at the entire scene. you pull your head back, gasping for air before pulling your hand out of your panties.

simon lurches forward, you don't even have time to react before he's taking the sticky, messy, cum-covered fingers into his mouth.

he's on top of you, pressing you down beneath his weight, the gun tossed and forgotten on the bed because now all he can think about is fucking you into the mattress. <3

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sweetpinkchampagne · 19 days

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hello lovelies!!! kiss kiss

i privated all of my work and im fixing it all up and making it look prettier, when theyre all ready im going to make a masterlist (EEEEEK) thank you for supporting me <333

i love both of these communities (but im always going to have a soft spot for the stephen strange community <3 thank you to you beautiful people keeping it alive, i admire you and all of your work soso much!!

thank you to @geeky-politics-46 @withalittlehoney @ironstrange1991 @vickiee-mcmuffin @saylorsaysstop @omgstarks @pinkthick (and everybody else!!!xx) you guys have created such beautiful work that literally i think about DAILYYY <3 i hope you recongise how talented you all are.

OKAY!! IM GONNA GO FIX MY STUFF

goodbyeeee!!11!!1 xx

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sweetpinkchampagne · 23 days

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hi! welcome <3

this space is not for minors 18+ only (please dont just ignore this lovelies, it's said for a reason!)

my name is cass! ✧˚ · .

formerly: floatingfireflies

pronouns: she/her ✧˚ · .

who i write for at the moment:

stephen strange ✧ and simon riley ✧

my masterlist

writing style:

✧ i controversially prefer lowercase stories and drabbles (i know im sorry)

✧ i write for fem pronouns and i love responding to little asks and drabbles (of course, only if you are, or you're above the age of 18)

✧ when writing sexual content i want to state the fact it may not always be a proper example of practicing safe sex, and there may be dark themes that appeal to a specific audience, and not others. if this content is not for you, you are so welcome to find content that suits you and this may not be the place for you (with love and respect) !!

✧ this is a hobby and my posts are not scheduled or on time contraints. i post when i post and unforunately may not be super consistent...lol

#its nice to meet you! <3 #stephen strange #simon riley

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sweetpinkchampagne · 27 days

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fuwndanakeufbsitkwidhajqoe

baby trapping!simon x baby trapping!reader

no warnings read at your own risk

bt!simon who switched your birth control for sugar pills

bt!reader who hasn’t even looked at her birth control in months

bt!simon who checked to see if she’s been taking them and sees that the package is in the same spot he put it in

bt!simon who quickly realizes she’s been lying to him about taking birth control. who doesn’t know whether to be pissed or impressed

bt!simon who takes some out to make you think you’ve actually been taking them

bt!reader who randomly decided to take her birth control because simon made her mad and in her mind she doesn’t want to trap someone who makes her mad but she doesn’t wanna let simon go

bt!reader who popped the pill in her mouth and quickly realized it was sugar when it started breaking apart

bt!reader who starts taking the placebos on purpose to fuck with simon because she’s supposed to be the baby trapper not him and she can’t let him win

bt!simon who finds that the sugar pills are almost gone but can’t figure out why she’s not getting pregnant

bt!reader who’s been taking morning after pills cause once again she can’t let simon win

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sweetpinkchampagne · 2 months

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i have this thought of reader sitting on the egde of the bed and applying lotion to their legs when aaron walks in and asks if he can help but you insist that you can do it yourself until aaron practically begs you to allow him do it 💖💖 he’ll be on his knees making sure you’re all smooth and applying kisses on your legs when he’s done

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You'd been confused when Aaron had offered not once, not twice, but three times to help massage lotion into your legs after a shave, but you finally give in with a laugh.

"Alright, Aaron, you can help me. You really want to that bad?"

Lying is not his specialty- not to you.

"I just figured you'd enjoy a massage," He murmurs, his eyes on your legs instead of your own gaze despite knowing you're watching him as he sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed.

Your legs are glistening with lotion already but he adds more to his palm, spreading it evenly between his large hands and applying it to your skin. He takes extra care in rubbing it in, squeezing and kneading and pressing his palm into particularly fleshy spots.

When he spends more time than necessary rubbing his thumbs over the now-tacky skin of your innermost thighs, you breathe, "Aaron." You barely notice the way your neck aches from being craned downwards, but when he looks up at you with his dark eyes you lift your own gaze.

"Relax." He smooths his hands down your thighs, leaning in to kiss at the supple, sensitive skin he'd just slathered with lotion, "Just let me take care of you, honey."

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sweetpinkchampagne · 2 months

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