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oknstark · 5 years

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Writers

Writer says: So I had this crazy idea one day and I just had to work on it. Here ya go!

Writer means: So I had this crazy idea either right before getting in the shower or right before falling asleep so I grabbed my fucking laptop and shat all over it to create the steaming pile of crap that I now lay before you. I don’t even know if it’s good anymore. I haven’t slept in two days.

Writer says: Wow, real life’s getting busy! Sorry on the slow updates.

Writer means: My life is a literal storm of shit at the moment. Why did I decide to do this. Why am I still doing this. Everything around me is spinning out of control and I am staying up ‘til 5:30 in the morning every night to create a piece of work that will only get two comments and 12 demands for quicker updates. I hope no one’s mad at me, all I wanted to do was write.

Writer says: Wow! Would you look at that! I updated on time! Please enjoy!

Writer means: WOOOOOOHOOOOOO BITCHES LOOK AT THIS PRODUCTIVE ASSHOLE GO YEEEEEHAAAAWWWW TAKE THAT YOU NASTY REVIEWERS ALWAYS DEMANDING ME TO BE FASTER! I GOT THIS SHIT I GOT THIS SHIT

Writer says: This chapter was a toughie. Glad it’s finally done!

Writer means: I don’t know if this is good or not. I honestly don’t fucking know. I’ve read the same words over and over and over again and I just couldn’t look at it anymore. My beta said it was ok but I’m not confident but HOLY SHIT I JUST NEED TO STOP WRITING THIS FUCKIGN CHAPTER.

Writer says: Thanks for reading!

Writer means: Please, oh please oh please oh please leave me a review. A comment. Anything. Please tell me you’re out there. Please tell me someone is reading this.

Writer says: I just want to say that real life is getting pretty hectic right now. Please try to be patient with me, I know you guys want updates. Thanks! :)

Writer means: FUCK. YOU. Who the fuck do you think you are, demanding shit from me?! You don’t know my life! I have a very busy life! I create shit for free, you entitled son of a pig-fucker! STOP LEAVING ME COMMENTS TELLING ME TO UPDATE SOON OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL PUKE ALL OVER MY COMPUTER

Writer says: What’s gonna happen next? Who knows? Hee hee ;)

Writer means: I have no fucking clue what the next chapter is going to look like. What’s my plot? I don’t know. I feel no emotion.

Writer says: Please leave a comment! It helps me write!

Writer means: I am begging you to leave me a comment because I swear it’s the only thing that’s keeping me motivated right now, I hate the work I put out and I need reassurance that people are actually enjoying this.

Writer says: I hope you enjoyed that chapter, big things are coming up! ;)

Writer means: Buckle up bitches, someone’s gonna die.

Writer says: I know I’ve missed a few updates, but I swear I plan on finishing this story!

Writer means: *high pitched eternal screeching*

Writer says: Here we are at long last! This has been one wild ride. I want to thank you all so much for your support and love, I adore each and every one of you. I am so happy to say that this story has come to a wonderful close.

Writer means: My body is numb. Voices call out to me from the void, but I can no longer hear them over the beating of my racing heart. I am stressed to the point where I feel no relief. The story is done. It’s fucking DONE. I loved it, I hated it, it was a fucking storm of horror and pain. I can no longer see color. Now I can at last relax and…wait……wait a second………..holy shit I just thought of the best idea for a one-shot that’s totally gonna turn into a 50 chapter slow burn AU fic leT’S FUCKING DO THIS

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Drabble: Random Meetings (Keanu x Reader)

Author’s note: for @lovelypapug who also requested #4 from the drabble challenge. I really hope you like it!

I tried something different for this one, writing from Keanu’s pov. Hope I didn’t go too off character.

Also, I might have cheated a little with the line. Sorry.

Wordcount: 637

Warnings: none

It wasn’t that Keanu hated after parties, it was just that he already had a long month and that made being social a little harder on him. Too much noise, too many people wanting to say hi and pitch projects and he had to smile and turn it down as gently as he could.

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#keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine

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I heard you’re a big PotC fan 👀👀👀 is there by chance any Norrington fics to be posted in the future? Or just any PotC content in general. My love for the series had been renewed recently and I was so happy to see that you love it too!

"By God – just what are you wearing?"

You shriek and jump in surprise, circling around to see your husband. He stands idly in the doorway, features pulling into a smug expression with his arms crossed over his chest. He's in his regular home attire now; no wig, no suit – he looks spectacularly normal.

You clear your throat, tugging off his Captain tricorn as heat suffuses your cheeks. "I was just... trying to see if it would fit?" It comes out as a question, and the smug expression on his face suddenly morphs – shifting into one of utter adoration.

"Well, it certainly fits you." He takes two long strides toward you, retrieving the tricorn and placing it back on your head. He leans down to kiss your nose. "I think I like it on you more than I do on myself."

"Oh?" your voice is a low whisper, sated and filled with desire.

He nods and smiles shyly, cheeks turning red and taking you completely off-guard – he rarely blushes. What a pretty sight.

You curl your fingers through the lapels of his coat, tugging him down to your lips. "Then I suppose I shall keep wearing for your sake, my darling."

He gulps.

For you, Nonnie. <3

I've not written him before so it's a little rusty, but I get so excited when people come here to talk about my PotC fics!! Thank you!!

#James Norrington x Reader

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Barbossa: *dies*

Barbossa: *gets brought back to life*

Jack: *dies*

Jack: *gets brought back to life*

Will: *dies*

Will: *is brought back to life*

Norrington: *dies*

Norrington:

Norrington, from the afterlife:

#:(#MY BABY JAMES #WHYYYY #potc feels rn sorry

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oknstark · 5 years

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Imagine

Philip Swift saving you

Because he’s hot and there’s not any imagines with him

#potc imagine #phillip swift #hell yes

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Imagine This

☕so I have some small ideas, Imma try out doing some HC's!! As I see them around! Throw in some requests if you want! Next will be what I do and don't do ^^☕

Cannons for :

Barbossa *might trail off, but mostly, what he would do to catch your eye, or things like that*

A~N : ' you. " Barbossa. ^ Any one else

~Him having to be snapped out of staring at you

^Captain?^

"..." he was looking you

^CaPtAiN!!^

"Yes?" He snaps his head, as if out of a trance

~He let's you take the wheel more often then the crew

"Y-N!"

'Yes?'

"Can ye take the wheel?"

'Yea of course!'

~Him asking you to join him, 'dinner, figuring out course, etc'

'We should make port here, we can make trade, and do get what we need'

"Hmm" he nods

"Aight"

~He trusts your decisions, and will most likely take your side

^but going through there isn't quick enough^

'It'll put you and the crew at less risk of being caught by Sirens!'

"Aye, She be right, You would jump off the ship in a heart beat if we went through there"

The crew member huffs and nods, walking away

~Him doing something, that was most likely unplanned and immediately looking to you like *Did you see that?* and you just smiling giggling a little at him

"I assure ye, our intentions are honorable"

The swords come up, and him, you and Elisabeth catch them, he looks at you And smiles a bit

☕that's most likely what my head cannons will be! I'll do some imagines, I'm iffy on one shots, but I'll try! But in the mean time, have some Barbossa staring into the distance ☕

#barbossa x reader #potc imagine

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Kissing Preferences

James:

Definitely hesitant to kiss you. Even if you've been in a relationship for a long time, he won't know whether kissing is acceptable. After the first few times, he gets more comfortable with it, and his kisses are the long but gentle type. He's a touch starved boi; expect his hands to wander a bit. He always asks permission first because consent is important.

Elizabeth:

Your first kiss probably happens when you least expect it. It wouldn't be in public, but you'd likely be out of the house. Her kisses are passionate, but you can both get a little goofy. Things can escalate quickly from kissing to... other things.

Jack:

Gentler than you imagined. Jack is definitely one for makeouts, but he's pretty soft to begin with. Especially if you've never been with someone before. Although, expect a lot of sloppy kissing when drunk. When sober, he certainly knows what he's doing.

Will:

Soft boy. Soft. The softest. Is terrified to kiss you for the first time. He definitely has 0 experience, and it intimidates him to think of making a move. After that first kiss, though, he's always kissing you on the forehead, shoulder, or nose. He gives you pecks on the lips, but can get bolder in private.

#pirates of the caribbean #Jack sparrow x reader #james norrington x reader #elizabeth swann x reader #will turner x reader #headcanon #pirates of the caribbean imagine

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Wedding Night

For @theokepastos. The tale of you and James on your wedding night. Need I say anything more? ;)

@bonjour-frens @tesserphantom @ilikebritsandbands

WARNING: smut

~2200 words

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You undressed behind the screen, trading your wedding dress for a nightgown. Servants helped you, undoing the strings at the back of your dress and pulling off the corset beneath. Finally, you felt like you could breathe.

The feeling didn't last long. James was right outside the room, discussing something or other with his valet. Once he stepped into the room, everything would change for you.

Wedding nights were one of the most impactful moments in a woman's life. You couldn't help but be nervous. You were a virgin, of course, and were slightly afraid of what was to come. You knew it hurt, the first time. You'd even heard that sometimes, a girl got no pleasure from the activity at all.

You prayed that James would be gentle with you. You didn't want to tell him how worried you were, but you also wanted some sort of assurance. You told yourself that everything would be fine, but it was hard to believe.

James entered the room, startling you out of your thoughts. You stepped shyly out from behind the dressing-screen. He'd never seen you in so little. Soon, he'd see you in nothing at all, but you shoved that thought aside.

He smiled brightly, unable to tear his eyes away from your form. He stepped in, kissing you, tilting your chin up with a hand.

He was still fully dressed, and tugged at his cravat. He set it down on a dresser to one side of the room. He tugged off his coat after that, laying it across the back of a chair.

Help him undress. It was what you were supposed to do. At least, that's what the married girls told you. You had to help undress him to encourage him. It would give him more confidence, they told you, remind him that you wanted him.

You did want him. It just…scared you.

You stepped forward anyway, starting in on the buttons of his shirt. He helped you with one hand, the other resting on your cheek, thumb trailing a slow path over your bottom lip. You untucked his shirt tails from his trousers. Only then did you dare meet his eyes.

He cupped your face with both hands, kissing you a little harder than earlier. His hands left your cheeks to shrug off his shirt, leaving him bare chested before you. He didn't give you the option to look, instead pulling you to him, continuing to kiss you. You placed a hand on his chest. You felt his breath hitch, both against your hand and your lips.

Both hands on his chest, you explored his body with your fingers. One hand trailed to the top of his trousers before stopping. You spread your hand against the skin of his lower stomach, drinking up the warmth of his skin.

A low moan escaped the back of his throat, and he pressed your bodies together. His lips moved to your neck. He sucked little marks into the soft skin there, and bit gently at the space between your neck and shoulder.

It was an entirely new sensation to you. James hadn't done anything beyond kissing your lips; the heat of his breath on your skin drove you crazy.

"James," you breathed.

He pulled away, searching your face. "Am I going to fast?"

Always the worrier. "No." You placed a chaste kiss on his lips, and he responded with a deeply passionate one. There was a strange feeling, and you realized he was trying to get his tongue inside your mouth. You opened your mouth just slightly to let him.

He returned his attention to your neck and shoulders, pulling at the neckline of your dress. You gasped as his hands found your breasts, massaging them lightly.

Something was happening to you, but you couldn't say what it was. Your chest was tight, and an ache was growing between your legs.

Before you knew it, James had pushed you back into the bed. You were sitting at the edge, propped up on your elbows. He was bent over the top of you, kissing the valley between your breasts.

He shifted, catching one of your legs between his. Something hard pressed against your thigh, and his hips rolled into yours.

Oh dear lord. You fell back into the sheets, the ache between your legs demanding attention.

James continued to grind himself against you, groaning with pleasure. His arms were shaking just slightly by the sides of your head. Eyes closed, you listened to the uneven breathing patterns escaping his lips. You twisted your fingers into his hair, and he opened his eyes to meet yours.

You gave him a small smile, one you felt was rather uncertain.

It was all the prompting he needed. He tossed your legs onto the bed, and you scrambled back so your head was against the pillows. He wasted no time in climbing on top of you.

You knew what came next. It both scared and thrilled you. There was something about it that didn't seem so bad now.

He sucked in a steadying breath. "If anything makes you uncomfortable," he whispered, "tell me."

You gave him a weak nod.

"Is there anything you want me to do?"

You didn't know, really. You had no experience with sex. You had, on occasion, touched yourself with the thought of his fingers doing the same. Biting your lip, you grabbed one of his hands, guiding it between your legs.

His eyes grew wide, but he let you guide his movements. His hand disappeared under your skirt, fingers rubbing slow circles into your smallclothes. You whimpered under him. It felt so good to have him touch you.

His other hand pulled your nightgown up over your thighs. Slowly, he pulled your underthings off your body, sliding the wet garment off your legs and let it fall to the floor.

You tried to prepare yourself, but there were too many emotions running around inside you. Mostly, you were torn between panic and curiosity. You knew it would hurt, but at the same time, you wanted to know what he would feel like inside you.

It confused you when he moved his head between your legs. What he was doing, you couldn't fathom. Nobody had mentioned this.

He sucked at the sensitive flesh on your thighs, licking over each mark. Then, you felt something between your legs…

His tongue.

Your hands flew down to his hair, gripping tightly at the dark locks. He continued his ministrations, licking and sucking. It made you an absolute wreck. Never had you felt such a powerful sensation overcome your body.

You felt like you were going to come undone. You did, after crying out James' name, legs shaking. You didn't know if you'd be able to move again.

James stared up at you. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and crawled back over you so his face was level with yours. He used one of the blankets to wipe the stickiness from your thighs. "Would you- um…" He didn't finish speaking, instead guiding one of your hands to the bulge in his trousers. He was flushed from his chest to the tips of his ears.

You weren't sure what to do. He'd been so sure about how to treat you, but you didn't know the first thing about pleasuring him.

It turned out you had to do very little. You cupped him through his pants, pressing against him. He did the rest, grinding into your hand.

He panted and made little strained noises that slowly put the ache back between your legs. You realized he was doing it on purpose, both to receive pleasure, and to give you time to collect yourself.

"Ah…fuck."

You'd never heard him swear before. At least, he hadn't said anything that vulgar.

As if reading your mind, he looked up at you. "Sorry," he groaned. "It's just- ah- too good."

You cupped his face with your other hand, and he leaned into your touch.

Finally, he knocked your hands away, trying to pull himself together. He took a few moments to collect himself, then grabbed the bottom of your dress. You helped him pull it over your head. You lay back down, watching his reaction. Wearing a nightgown was one thing, but being entirely naked was another.

James soaked in the sight, taking his time to explore your body. His hands moved from your stomach to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh. You let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the warmth of his hands on your skin.

His lips brushed against your eyelids. They trailed down your body, leaving soft kisses over every part of your skin.

When you opened your eyes again, James was fumbling with the ties of his trousers.

All the nerves came back in a rush. You stared at the pillow beside you, trying to calm down. Everything up to that point had been wonderful; there was no reason the coming experience wouldn't be.

"James?"

He stroked your cheek with a hand. "Yes?"

"Be gentle with me, okay?"

"Of course." He placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead.

He eased himself into you, groaning as he did so. He rolled his hips forward, pushing as much of himself into you as you could take. He did this a few times, agonizingly slow.

The girls hadn't lied to you. It hurt. You stretched around him, which left you with a burning sensation between your legs. It hurt, but it was a new type of pain. A pain that wasn't entirely unpleasant.

James moved faster, but not harshly. His face was right over yours, and you watched each other's expressions. You could tell he was holding back for your sake, and for that you were thankful.

You gripped his back, nails digging into his skin. Your bodies moved together as he thrust deeper inside you, hitting a tight bundle of nerves. It wasn't like what he'd done earlier, but you realized the result would be the same.

Your toes curled, your back arching off the bed. Your head was pressed back against the pillows, and your eyes were screwed tightly shut. You were so close.

You came as he thrust deep inside you, and he continued to move against you, helping you through.

You collapsed back onto the bed limply. James looked nearly pained as he continued. His breathing was ragged, and he grunted as he pushed into you. His hips jerked against yours, and something hot spilled into you.

You gasped. His seed dripped down your thighs, and he buried his face in your neck. Idly, you ran a hand through his hair. You weren't sure what to do next.

You weren't sure how to feel about it all Physically, you throbbed from his lovemaking. Emotionally, you weren't quite sure. You were spent on all fronts, and wanted nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep.

James pulled himself off of you and reached for towels sitting on the bedside table. Gently, he cleaned you up, rubbing the towel between your thighs and over your lower stomach.

That task finished, he tossed the towel on the floor, preferring to caress your body with his hands. He kissed you, too. On the lips, nose, chest, and stomach. These were light kisses, not meant to mark you. Whatever he was doing, it was working. You felt a little calmer; he was treating you with a tenderness that felt wonderful after the intensity of sex.

Eventually, he lay on his back, pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, and let your fingers play with the soft hair there. He stroked your hair and massaged your neck. Not that there was much tension left in your body.

"How do you feel?" He murmured. His face rested against the top of your head.

You took a deep breath. "I don't know." It was the simple truth.

"Did I hurt you?"

"I don't think it could be helped. It wasn't bad, if that's what you're worried about. How do you feel?"

"Completed. I finally have a family." His voice cracked, breaking at the end of his sentence.

You propped yourself up to look at his face. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were watering. He could be so much more emotional than he wished to show.

"We're going to have a happy life together, James."

He smiled at you. "We will."

You believed it. There were so many reasons why. Because he was gentle and considerate of you. Because he wasn't afraid to talk. Because he cared, and cared deeply, and it affected every part of his life.

Mostly because, above all things, he smiled every time he saw you, like you brightened whatever room you were in.

And because we can share intimacy that satisfies us both.

It was how you hoped to live. Equally happy. Equally satisfied.

We can. If anyone, us.

For the moment, the future didn't bother you so much. There was a new life ahead of both of you, one that you would share together.

#james norrington x reader #pirates of the caribbean

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Here we go Again

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Requested: Yes

Summary: hi! how r u, i’ve been reading your work and its really cool tbh, and i was wondering if you could do one where Peter is reader and tony ́s son and they’re divorced and thor is readers boyfriend and just some sassy tony dropping off peter at r place, its totally fine if u dont feel like writing this

The past few months have been fairly pleasant. You had Peter during the weekday and the first week of Christmas vacation and the second half of the summer. When you first started dating Thor you were terrified that Peter would be mad but he anything. It mad.

He was thrilled that he now had two dads who were Avengers much to your pleasure. Tony on the other hand was not pleased at all. Snarky comments came left and right and any time he was coming over you tried to get Thor out of the house ten minutes beforehand to avoid tension. Unfortunately Tony found out about your little scheme and started arriving earlier just to get under you skin. No point in trying to fool Tony Stark.

“Hey Peter. Have a good weekend?” You asked over the phone while drinking tea.

“Yeah, dad took me to a science convention in DC, I actually got to help out! It was insane.”

“Well I’m glad you had a good time. See you soon?”

“Yeah. I’m going to arrive in 15 minutes or so. See you then.”

“Bye Peter.”

“By mom.”

“Was that the spider child?” Thor boomed from the other room.

“It was. He’s coming here in fifteen minutes.”

“Wonderful. That’s fifteen minutes more alone with you.” He leaned in for a passionate kiss.

“Watch it mister. Peters going to be home soon. Don’t want him walking in on us like this.” You said blushing and smiling.

“Then let’s go upstairs.” You giggled and started walking up but the doorbells rang to soon. Of course. When Tony says fifteen minutes he really means two.

“Here we go again.” You said under your breath making your way to the door.

“Peter!” You opened your arms for a hug which he ran into.”

“I have so much to tell you and Thor. Dads going to travel to Wakanda to make a new electric car. That has autopilot. He even said that I might be able to go over the summer! Isn’t that insane?!”

“It is. I’m so happy for you.” It always warned your heart seeing Peter exited. It reminded you of Tony when you first started dating.

Speak if the devil. Tony opened the door of the car walking out in his pristine suit and glasses.

“Y/N, always a pleasure.” You forced a smile.

“Thanks for taking Peter to the convention. He loved it.”

“While that’s why I took him. Think I don’t know my own son?” You rolled your eyes at his snarky remark.

“So, your still with the idiot god?”

“He isn’t an idiot, he still is an Asgardian at heart. I’m not going to change him.”

“Well you sure tried to change me. Remember that?” He cocked his head to the side. You always hates when he brought but your past.

“Tony, I’m not doing this today.”

“Doing what today?” You turned around and saw Thor standing right outside the door of your house.

“We were just talking about Peter’s summer plan. But we still haven’t had an idea in what to do so we are trying to schedule a day to sort it out.” You we’re proud for thinking of that on the fly. You didn’t want to pull Thor into this petty debate.

“I thought about taking us to dinner tonight. How does that sound?” Thor said.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You might break to many plates.” Tony remarked.

That was the last straw. Seeing Tony twice a week as already hard enough and talking to him meant nothing but him being rude and you were not going to put up with this.

“You have a nice week Tony. Thor and I are going back inside. See you Friday night.” You half walked half ran back inside eager to be away from him.

“I can’t believe that I see him twice a week. He is always just so.. So…” Thor sat you down and started to caress your back.

“Don’t let him get to you. He is just trying to get under your skin. Now how about that dinner?”

“Dinner?” Peter popped his head from around the corner.

“I’ve decided to take you and your Y/N out. I believe we all deserve a nice treat.”

“Well I’m in.” Peter said with a smile.

“Me to.” Who cared if Tony acted like a prick. Just take things one day at a time.

#thor x reader

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Whispers in The Dark Part 5

A/N: Just want to say sorry in advance for all the Once Upon A Time references in this chapter… I was watching it while I was writing. Hope you enjoy! Summary: Y/N finally enters the Nightmare World and finds Stephen—her Stephen— alive.

Y/N entered another universe, but this time, she showed up at Kamar-taj.

“Stephen?” she called.

“Who are you?” A feminine voice asked behind her. Y/N turned and came face to face with the Ancient One.

“Stephen Strange is not a master of the mystic arts in this universe,” she says.

“I’m Y/N, I’m from another universe, and I’m Stephen’s fiancée.”

The Ancient One closed her eyes. “Yes, you’re from Earth-199999.”

She takes Y/N’s hand. “I’m seeing something. Your Stephen… He’s alive.”

“He’s alive? I watched him get obliterated!”

“Are you sure? Think!”

Y/N closes her eyes and the memory resurfaces.

“Focus!” The Ancient One tells her. “Focus on him.”

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#doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader

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Sexy walk

#im dead #👀👀👀💓#tom hiddleston

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SHIIIIIIT, THIS TOOK MY STRESS OUT LMAO YES THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVED IT KAJDKSJFJSJDJSJD 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

I NEED A STEPHEN RIGHT NOW JDFJSKFJJSD SEND HELP

Scandalous » Doctor Strange × Doctor!Reader

Request: yes! from: @oknstark - well hi! hope you’re doing great! saw you have requests open soooo I was wondering if you can do a stephen x fem reader full of smut! I just need some really XD love him so much, and I had this idea before he is sorcerer in wich he has an affair with another doctor/nurse and they just fuck the stress out Im stressed now so lol thanks! 💞💞💞

Warnings: foreplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), foul language is most certainly involved, car sex, doctor kink

You and Stephen Strange had an arrangement which involved nothing but sex. Sure, you both still had your friendly banters, so you could consider it friends with benefits. The thing is, you both considered it fuck buddies as you still had the friend aspect, but it was strictly having sex. You both didn’t see the problem with it except that you were both doctors at the same hospital.

You both knew how to keep the “relationship” lowkey, so none of you really cared. You just had to be careful when you’d sneak off to have sex in a private area in the hospital or leave at separate times so people wouldn’t suspect a thing. One day, you were both stressing over your jobs. Yeah, doctors get a good pay, but who said that was ever the key to a healthy life? Stress was very much present!

So, on your lunch break, you and Strange decided to head to lunch together as it was seen as a normal doctor thing. However, the both of you knew “lunch” was just a cover up for what was really in store. You both head to the parking lot and thankfully, Strange always made sure to park where less cars and people would be going. So, you both headed to his black corvette in the secluded area and the first thing Strange did was pull you towards him and pressed his lips on yours.

You kissed him back while running your fingers through his hair. “Stress fucking?” You questioned in the middle of the kiss. He broke the kiss, opened his back door and you got in. “You have no idea!” Since he was wealthy, he was able to make his back seats comfortable enough for moments like these. Not only that, but he was able to make a small bed which is what he did this morning just in case it led to this.

He got in after you and his lips were on yours once again. You both loved long make out sessions as it would always make you both wanting each other more. Today was definitely one of those days where making out was a must. His hands ran up and down your leg as yours traveled up and down his chest. This man was going to be the death of you and you honestly didn’t care.

He broke the kiss before placing wet kisses down your neck. You bit your lip at the feeling of his lips softly sucking your neck, but no hickeys were placed. You tugged on his hair and he groaned as he loved when you did that. “Scared to moan?” He asked while he gripped your hips softly. You couldn’t hold it back anymore as you moaned in response. He smirked while letting out a soft chuckle. He looked up at you as if asking permission and you simply nodded.

Yes, your relationship was based on sex, but that didn’t mean he still wouldn’t ask for consent and vice versa; you would both asked in case one wanted to stop before it got too far. His hand went in your pants and he bit his lip. “You never seize to amaze me, (Y/N). You’re already soaking.” Seduction was clear as day in his tone of voice which made you even more wet. He smirked before letting his finger slide in. You moan as his finger skillfully hit your g-spot.

His thumb began rubbing your clit and your moans were uncontrollable. “Fuck, Stephen!” He wanted to stop and just fuck you right there, but he wanted to hold himself back for a little longer. That was until you arched your back and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He removed his finger from inside you slowly and you let out a whimper. You wanted more and he knew that. However, you were becoming impatient so you made your way towards him and pulled his pants down.

You stroke him slowly and your thumb ran across his tip which caused him to moan. You loved it when he moaned, but would never say a thing. Stephen knew though as he felt how wet you’d get when he did. He didn’t mind though because he wasn’t scared to show you how much pleasure you gave him. You let your other hand run up his chest and he bit his lip. “(Y/N), please,” Stephen begged as his beautiful eyes met yours. You bit your lip and let your finger trail on his neck. “Such a desperate man, I see.” He smirked before biting his lip. “You have no idea. I want to fuck you so bad right now.” His words made you putty in his hands. You really just wanted him and you wanted him so bad.

His hands went up and down your thighs which made you bite your lip. His lips met yours once more and before you knew it, he was inside you. A moan escaped both of your lips as you both were desperate for one another. He let you get adjusted to his length because you both haven’t had each other in a while. Even though you haven’t done it in a while, he still knew exactly what you did when you wanted more or when you didn’t want him to stop.

Just by looking at how you glistened and your face practically begging for him to continue, he thrusted into you. “Fuck!” You moaned and he bit his lip. You were making him go crazy and there was no denying he wanted to fuck you more than once. You let your arms wrap around his neck as his thrust became more aggressive. You both were now moaning and you were convinced that nothing would stop you both from releasing stress with pleasure.

You tugged on his hair as he lifted one of your legs to his waist. “Holy fuck, Stephen!” He hit your g-spot and he moaned. “Yeah baby girl, I’m right here.” The fact that he could pull you in with such little words amazed you. “Faster, please.” He obeyed as his thrusts became more rough, but faster as well. He wanted you to cum hard for him. Every time you both were sexing it up, he would always focus on your release more than his own because he wants to make sure you feel good instead of being desperate.

One of his hands trailed down your body until his thumb reached your clit. His thrusts became less rough and his thumb began playing with your clit. “Oh fuck!” You moaned as your nails trailed down his back. He leaned down to your ear and bit your earlobe softly. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he moaned in your ear. You loved his moans as they were a big turn on for you. He knew that, but he knew you didn’t want him to know. However, your body always betrayed you as each time he moaned, you’d get more wet.

He bit his lip with a small smirk on his lips. “You have no idea how badly I wanted this. How badly I wanted to be inside you again.” You couldn’t hold yourself back as you pushed him down and started riding him. He rested his hands on your waist and you both moaned. His thumb went back to rubbing your clit and you arched your back. “That’s it, baby girl. Let go.” The fact that his thumb was making you bounce, made it all the better for the both of you.

“Fuck doctor!” He help your hips in place as he began fucking you as you were still on top. “Holy fuck,” he moaned as you never really referred to him by his title. “You like that, doctor?” He thrusts became faster in response and so did his thumb. You couldn’t hold it anymore as you had to cum. “Not yet, baby girl.” You whimpered in response, but obeyed. Stephen was also close and you knew it was because he wanted you both to cum together.

He knew how close he was to cumming, but he wanted to hold it in a little longer. However, once he felt you move your hips on his cock, he gave in. “Fuck, baby!” He moaned and came inside you. With his thumb still working on your clit, you refused to hold back and let loose. “Oh fuck, Stephen!” You came on his cock and you felt yourself get tired. He pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around your body. Sure, you guys weren’t a thing, but he knows better than to let you be without a little bit of cuddles.

“We both needed that, didn’t we?” You asked. He chuckled and nodded. “Stress, am I right?” You both looked at each other and let out soft laughter. Who knew a stressful job would lead to a steamy lunch break?

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