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anne // 21 // likes to write fanfics, occasionally real stories undergoing renovations

[chanluster]

non ducor duco | {m}

oneshot | historical! au | gang! au | 15.2k words 

“The most notorious gang leader in Victorian London can gouge out the eyes of men, steal from the corrupted rich, and terrify an entire city, but cannot figure out a few complicated feelings with you.”

s u m m a r y >> the leader of the sons of seoul, the wanted criminal mastermind, christopher bang, has the courage to commit any deed save for confronting you, his most trusted accomplice, about his feelings. however, when opportunity arises, in the shape of an invitation to a grand seasonal ball, to take down his fated enemy, he takes you to the heart of a lavish estate, both of you unaware of actions that occur inside, and after the mission.

w a r n i n g s >> gonna be using chris instead of chan cause it’s set in 1860s london, chan is a dom of course, jisung and changbin are dumb and dumber, are also massive cockblockers, some cliché scenes cause i’m a sucker for them, sexual! tension!, gore, foul language, making out, dirty talk, aggressiveness, semi-public fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe homies!!), oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, chan has a thing for being called his korean name, whack spelling for ‘cum’ as ‘come’ cause technically that word didn’t exist in 1860s, there is a plot so there will be build up

a / n > > so i went way over the 10k originally planned lmfaoooo but i hope y’all enjoy this oneshot! i worked my ass off on it and hopefully y’all can appreciate gang leader chan in 1860s london cause honestly i’m a 100% whore for that concept

back to masterlist

IT WAS A UNIVERSAL LAW THAT ONE MUST NEVER FUCK WITH CHRISTOPHER BANG. EVER.

Whatever charge you may have against him, it must be withdrawn. Whatever he had done to you — robbed you, murdered your son, destroyed your entire existence — it did not matter. There were always limits, and trying to challenge this specific criminal would only result in your undoing.

It seemed the target, cornered before you and the very man himself, did not fully understand this order.

Keep reading

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not me finding this fic and having it immediately become my comfort fic before my final

[butteredtoastcrumbs]

Me @ writers: you just make that shit up from your brain???

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*squints at the three lines in Word that have remained unchanged for weeks* In theory

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bold of you to assume there are lines

[theleenaproject]

Today’s International Self-Injury Awareness Day, so I wanted to make something. All alternatives are taken from this post, go there for more!

Remember that I love you, and I’m here for you. Please be safe.

[inmy-blueperiod]

Please be safe and I love you even if you don’t love yourself.

[jewish-mccoy]

reblog if you hate nazis and don’t think they should speak on college campuses

[silent-wordsmith]

reblog if you hate nazis and don’t think they should speak.

[thatdiva]

Reblog if you hate nazis.

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Soon

I'll be back soon guys. I'm just having a large writer's block and this tumblr nsfw ban bullshit but once things get fixed it's gonna be fics galore i swear on my life

[yayroos]

For everyone’s information:

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.

[im-hopelessly-crushed]

I’m not active on this account anymore at all due to personal life issues but this deserves to be reblogged

[izhunny]

All notices I have seen show NY, NY midnight the morning of Monday December 17th as the starting time, so adjust for your global timezone.

[perniciouskniddles]

Tumblr boycott start times for those in the United States and Canada:

Eastern Standard Time  (GMT-5)   Monday, December 17, 2018, 12:00 AM (midnight at the end of Sunday December 16th)      

Central Standard Time  (GMT-6) Sunday, December 16, 2018, 11:00 PM      

Mountain Standard Time  (GMT-7)       Sunday, December 16, 2018, 10:00 PM  

Pacific Standard Time  (GMT-8) Sunday, December 16, 2018, 9:00 PM  

Alaska Standard Time  (GMT-9) Sunday, December 16, 2018, 8:00 PM  

Hawaii-Aleutian Standard Time  (GMT-10) Sunday, December 16, 2018, 7:00 PM  

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Sweet, Short Moments (Stephen Strange x reader)

i have nothing to say really except that I am working on a moriarty x reader and that will be the next one soon also you see what i did with the title there? eh, eh?

Pairing: Stephen Strange x short!reader

Word count: 827

Request by anon: I recently found your stuff and i can't stop reading aaaa!! I love you and your works! Could I request a Doctor Strange x Short!Reader fic? Thank you in advance!

Summary: Just short, sweet moments of you and your tall boyfriend.

Requests are open!

Warnings: dear lord all the fluff, maybe a mention of blood?

(gif not mine)

Stephen was less than surprised when he was greeted by one of his favorite sights in the kitchen. Your small figure was standing on a chair as you attempted to reach something at the back of the cupboard with a pair of tongs. “Why in the high heavens do I even ask Stephen to put back my seasonings for me?” He heard you sigh as you gently closed the door and hopped off of the chair.

The sorcerer took this as his chance to sneak up to you and bent down to wrap his arms around your waist. His laugh filled your ears as an embarrassing squeak left your lips. “Good morning, love,” He whispered softly into your hair. “Stephen,” You chuckled, turning your head to the side to press a kiss to his jaw.

“What are you making?” He asked after planting a soft kiss on your lips. The way you tried to hide your giddy smile made Stephen’s lips turn upwards into one of his own. “I was planning to make something with eggs but I’m not sure if we even have any eggs left,” You mumbled and you heard Stephen chuckle. “You’re talking to a wizard, darling.”

You tried to sneak up on Stephen; keyword: tried.

“Baby, I’m so sorry!” You grinned as he tilted your head back. “It’s ‘cause you’re too damn tall!” You laughed as he guided you to a chair nearby. “I didn’t know you were behind me!” He exclaimed as he conjured up some ice and brought it to your nose. “That’s the point!” You giggled and he sighed, kneeling in front of you. “You’re treating this as if my nose is bleeding,” You pointed out and Stephen rolled his eyes. “I elbowed you right in your nose, it should be bleeding,”

You stuck your tongue out childishly and you both laughed. “I didn’t even know you were coming home early today!” He huffed and smiled, his face full of genuine reactions. “The boss didn’t feel so good,” You replied and gently pushed the ice away from your face. “Now give me a kiss before you so rudely elbowed me in the face.” Stephen’s mouth gaped open before grinning and gave you a welcoming kiss. “You’re like an ant,” He mumbled against your lips. You pulled back and feigned hurt.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He glanced at the floor before looking up at you with a cheeky smile. “You’re tiny and you pop out of nowhere.”

Stephen’s eyes glanced down to where you sat as your mutual friend left the table for a moment. You looked over to Stephen followed his gaze before you smacked his arm. “Decency, Stephen!” You whispered with a teasing smile.

“You seem very interested in what she has to say,” He shrugged as immediately tore his gaze to focus on something else. “I’m literally at the edge of my seat just because my feet won’t touch the floor,” You quipped and stared at the doctor beside you, trying to figure out what was bothering him today. “Are you jealous?” You asked incredulously. “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” He answered back immediately, his voice taking on a slightly defensive tone.

A wide smile spread across your face as you let out a small laugh. “You are jealous!” You squealed and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. “My poor baby,” You teased and you watched as he rolled his eyes. “If I say I am jealous, what would you give me?” You paused for a brief moment as you pondered for a bit.

“An answer to a question.”

He glanced down at you with an expression that said, ‘That’s it?’ You shrugged and Stephen stared at the table in concentration, wondering what he would ask you.

“Is that why you always lower my chair?” He suddenly asked and your eyes widened. He laughed as you pulled away, a pout evident on your face. “I-It’s fun too!” His eyes sparkled with delight as you dug yourself a hole. “That’s adorable.”

Reminder: make the chair as tall as possible.

An amused huff escaped his lips as he took in the sight before him. Stephen walked up to the bed, the softest of smiles on his face. “Hey Darling,” You replied in a sleepy murmur as he took a pillow from your grasp.

“Give it back,” You whined tiredly as your hand waved in the air for the stolen pillow. “Darling, you’re sleeping with the other four pillows,” He laughed as he got into bed, facing the lamp and turning it off. “They’re comfy,” You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around the thing closest to you.

Stephen chuckled as your body clung to his back like a jetpack. “Goodnight my koala,” He whispered softly as your hand found his way to his and intertwined them together.

Whereas in your drowsy stupor you mumbled back: “Goodnight talking tree.”

Stephen Strange TAGLIST:

@protectteamfreewill

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Run-Through (Benedict Cumberbatch x Fem!Reader)

yikesss my first smut and my lack of activity? gross. i’m just gonna lay it out there and say i’ve been procrastinating w everything lately and not just writing so you guys aren’t the only people i’m letting down (ahahhhh self deprecation always a sucker *finger guns*) but now that i am done and in tip top shape to start writing again, here is a crappy smut AND I DID NOT FORGET ABOUT YOU GUYS WHO REQUESTED I AM IN HIGH WORKING MODE SO DO NOT WORRY

Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2211

Request by anon (a long frikin time ago): Benedict Cumberbatch x Actor!Reader smut: They have a sex scene, Y/N is nervous cause she’s never done a sex scene before. It comes up in conversation & she tells him she’s nervous so he offers to go through it so the first time isn’t in front of the camera. It starts out with him being helpful & they go for a run through but it gets too heated & they end up actually fucking.

Summary: ^^^

Requests are closed!

Warnings: SMUT (fingering and UNPROTECTED SEX) || COVER YOUR STUMP BEFORE YOU HUMP YOU GUYS

(gif not mine)

(if anyone knows how to find better gifs pls hmu)

edit: ^^^ THIS CAME OFF AS ME NOT LIKING THE GIF. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT I JUST MEANT THAT IM BAD AT FINDING GIFS RELATED TO THE STORY

“Cut!” Nick yelled and Benedict quickly got off of you. You quickly reached for the sheets beside you as your co-star placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Your eyes glanced at Benedict before trailing up to meet Nick’s.

You sighed and shook your head. “I’m sorry, Nick,” You said, a tinge of stress in your voice. “I-I’m not used to this kind of stuff and-”

“You’re fine,” Nick cut you off with a soft laugh. “No need to apologize, (Y/N),” He said and turned to the rest of the crew. “It’s already pretty late anyway,” He pointed out, checking his watch. “Let’s wrap it up for the day and come back tomorrow!”

A buzz of chattering noises filled the room as people started moving around and shutting off necessary items. Your gaze finally turned to Benedict and you bit your lip.

“I-I’m sorry, Ben,” You whispered, fiddling with the bed sheet. “Hey, it’s okay,” He smiled and you sighed. “Can we talk about it in my room later?” Ben nodded and you smiled softly. “Of course,” He replied sweetly. “O-Only if you’re not tired,” You added quickly as soon as he answered.

He laughed and caressed your face gently. “I’ll see you in thirty.”

Benedict heard your footsteps quickly pacing the hotel floor as he stood in front of your door. A small chuckle passed his lips as he imagined your shorter, distressed figure walking quickly back and forth. Realizing the time he was killing standing outside your room, he brought his hand up to the door.

A knock brought you out of your thoughts and you stopped pacing. You quickly ran over to the door and peeked through the peephole. “I’m sorry!” You apologized, opening the door from its multiple locks and opening it afterward. “Come in,” You gestured to the spacious living room behind you.

“This living room might be larger than mine,” Ben commented with a smile as he sat down on a seat. “Of course not,” You scoffed, locking the door once more. “You’re Benedict Cumberbatch,” That sentence alone made him chuckle. “Would you like a drink? Scotch? Brandy? Water?” You asked as you turned towards the mini bar. Benedict raised an eyebrow, his smile turning into a questioning one.

“Two out of those three suggestions were alcohol,” He pointed out. “Well I didn’t come that prepared,” You replied back before pulling out two chilled glasses and a large bottle of water. “And looking back, I lied,” You stated blatantly and Benedict stared at you curiously. “It wasn’t brandy, it was wine.”

The man laughed as you poured the water. “So what did you want to talk about?” Your smile dropped slightly and you walked over to him, handing him the glass which he thanked you quietly.

“The scene,” You said quietly. “I want to talk about the scene.” Benedict looked to you as you passed the seat next to him and continued to pace around the room. “I think it would help if you sat down instead of trying to wake the others underneath you,” He chuckled and you bit your lip before complying.

He watched how your hands shook nervously (he could see the water splashing around in the glass) as you placed down the cup and the way you were slightly fidgeting in your seat. After spending some time with you on set, he knew your little tells.

“What about the scene do you-”

“I’ve never had sex before!” You exclaimed, burying your face in your hands. “Is that it?” You peeked through a space between your fingers before glaring. “I come clean to you and that’s what you say? ‘Is that it?’” Ben laughed softly as he shook his head. “It’s nothing to be worried about, that’s what I’m trying to get at,” He assured you and you sighed, leaning back into the chair.

“And I’m trying to get at the fact that I have to pull off some pornographic moans,” You shot back but quickly apologized after. “It’s the nerves,” You added and Ben did nothing but smile. “It’s alright, I was the same when I filmed Patrick Melrose,” Your eyes glanced to the side, taking in Benedict’s relaxed position. “How’d you do it?” You asked. “Did you have a run through the night before?”

Your heart sped up and your cheeks flushed as you realized what you just implied. “Oh my god! I didn’t mean that! I was just joking and-”

“(Y/N)!” Ben called out, placing a hand on your knee. “As I said before, you’re okay.” You glanced at his hand before you spoke up. “C-Can we do a run through?” You exhaled a nervous breath before hesitantly moving your leg away from his warm hand.

“J-Just blocking a-and we’ll talk about the rest?” You sputtered out. “I-If that’s okay with you?” Benedict smiled and nodded before standing up and holding out his hand to you. “Well let’s get started then.” You took his hand and stood up.

“You’re making this harder than it has to be, Christopher!” You exclaimed, immediately taking on your role in the movie. Ben caught on quickly and took off after your line.

“If you look carefully Carmelina, we don’t even have to do this!” You threw your hands up in exasperation and walked into your connecting bedroom. Your co-star followed and you turned to face him. “Yes, we do! You cost me everything I knew, Christopher Scott!” Slowly, Ben walked up to you and he gently placed his hand on your cheek.

You both made eye contact before he leaned down carefully, his lips meeting yours. A nervous gasp passed your lips before you stepped back. “Oh god,” Ben muttered to himself while he stared at your surprised face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” He apologized and you continued to stare at him.

“I-I got lost in the moment and-”

“Do you want to help me?” You asked suddenly, quickly clearing your throat afterwards. “Do you want to help me with the run through?”

A silence entered the room as you could feel your cheeks heat up. “We’ll go through it slowly,” He whispered as he stepped up to you, his hand taking its place on your cheek.

You grabbed his other hand gently, guiding it to the knot of your robe. His gaze met yours as you rested his hand on the knot. “Are you sure you want this?” It was your turn to place a hand on his cheek before pulling him down and kissing him softly. “I do,” You breathed after pulling away. “I want you.”

The knot around your waist loosened as you slid off your only article of clothing. Benedict led you to your bed slowly and another kiss was shared between you, but this time more passionate and less timid like the ones before. His arms circled around your waist as he carefully laid you on the bed. “You’re absolutely astonishing.”

A quiet sigh escaped you as the cool comforter on the mattress contrasted with your warm skin. “I-I w-want to see you too… if that’s alright,” You mumbled, obviously referring to the clothes Benedict still had on. “Of course it’s alright,” He chuckled softly and pulled back, first unbuttoning his top sleepwear and then working on the rest.

You bit your lip in an attempt to keep yourself from whining at the newly exposed skin. Once he finished, he leaned over your body once more, your bodies so close to each other. “Y-You still have your pants on,” The brown haired actor only gave you a warm smile before speaking. “I’m saving it for later, love.”

He continued to press a hot kiss to your collarbone as his hands roamed your torso. Your fingers carded through his hair as a mewl escaped your lips when he squeezed your breast. “God, you sound mesmerizing,” He praised you as he pressed his lips against yours. Your hands came up to Benedict’s shoulders to grasp tightly.

You were so lost in the kiss, you could only feel the trail of heat Benedict’s hand left behind. It wasn’t until his hand was just above where you wanted him most. A quiet whine resounded in your throat and he chuckled. “It might feel a bit uncomfortable at first,”

You quirked an eyebrow at him and he smiled. “Just focus on me, okay?” Just as you were about to reply, his finger pressed into you and something between a gasp and a moan found its way out if your throat. Benedict placed a comforting kiss on your throat before looking up at you. “How do you feel?” You shifted slightly and the pleasure his fingers brought you spread throughout your body.

The male on top of you basked in your moan as he reminded himself he couldn’t take you just yet. “G-Good,” You choked out and Ben nodded, closing his eyes briefly before taking in your appearance; flustered but beautiful. “I’m going to move, alright?” A moan passed your lips as he pumped his hand slightly and your grip on his shoulder got tighter. “You feel so good, love,” He muttered as he continued to move his hand.

“B-Benedict,” You panted quietly, tilting his head to meet yours. His lips met yours in a soft kiss and you kissed back desperately. “I-I’m going to c-cum,” You mewled against his lips and he pulled away slowly.

A loud whine ripped from your throat and Benedict kissed your shoulder before sliding off his underwear. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked one more time and you only narrowed your eyes.

“I’ve already let you finger me, what makes you think I want to stop now?” You snapped and Ben laughed, shaking his head. “For a virgin, you sure do have an attitude,” You were about to scoff until he slotted himself between your folds. Your head fell against the bed as you let out a sigh. “You’re so warm.” He smiled before placing a kiss just above your peaked bud. “I could say the same for you.”

Benedict proceeded to take one of your hands off of his shoulder and intertwine them. “I’m going to push myself in, and…” You felt the tip of his cock delve in slightly and you choked on your breath, grasping his hand tightly. “How is that?” He asked, looking at you comfortingly. You couldn’t trust yourself to speak, so instead, you nodded.

He continued to push himself further in and you cried out, digging your fingers into his back. Benedict groaned at the feeling of your warmth and your nails giving the extra kick. “I want to tell you I’m halfway, but I’m not sure if you’d appreciate the lie,” A stiff laugh escaped your lips and you shook your head. “Thank you for honesty time, but I’d really prefer it if you could-”

You were cut short before he slipped all the way in. Your loud cry echoed in the bedroom alongside Benedict’s groan. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest and a slight ache in your region.

“Are you good?” Benedict spoke after a while and you swallowed thickly. “Y-Yeah,” You murmured, shifting again in his hold. You both let out moans at the friction it caused. “Please,” You glassy eyes gazed into his. “Please move, Benedict.”

He nodded and thrust softly, testing the waters. It wasn’t until you moaned loudly that Benedict took it as a sign to move continuously. In which he did just that.

Your voices filled the room as he thrust into you repeatedly. The air in the room became thick and a thin layer of sweat covered your body.

“B-Benedict, I-I’m-” You cut yourself off with a loud cry as his hand pressed against your clit. “Cum, darling,” He grunted, snapping his hips towards yours once more.

“Benedict!” You cried out, back arching up. He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing the loud moans. Benedict moaned as you clenched around him, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

The pleasure seemed to spread throughout your body like waterfalls as Benedict pulled himself out, pumping himself to his finish.

Your body relished in the warm feeling of hearing Benedict’s moans as your chest rose and fell quickly. Suddenly, a warm liquid landed on your stomach. You glanced down at the white seed and looked up at Benedict. A shy smile graced your face and he chuckled, getting up and heading towards the bathroom.

“What are you getting?” You questioned, leaning up on your elbows. “Are you going back to your room after this?” Just as you asked, Benedict emerged from the washroom holding a damp face towel. “Only if you want me to,” He replied as he walked over to you and started cleaning up his mess.

Benedict saw the small clench in your jaw as he pulled away. “But I’m quite tired out,” He commented and threw the towel on the bedside table. A small smile crept onto your face as you crawled under the blankets. “That means you just want to stay here,” You piped back just as Benedict slipped under the covers.

“True,” He hummed in response before pulling you close into a warm embrace. “It means I want to stay with you.”

sksksksks Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Ben, mom, and friends i apologize

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I recently found your stuff and i can't stop reading aaaa!! I love you and your works! Could I request a Doctor Strange x Short!Reader fic? Thank you in advance!

i am shorter than everyone else in my life (exceptions with a few people in my family) and benedict is like 6 foot so yes i would love to write a doctor strange x short reader :)

also this answer sounds really sarcastic but it’s not i swear

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OK REQUESTS

Holy crap,,, i never thought i would get this much love!!! You guys are seriously making me soar!!! But it seems like i am a bit inactive, so I might as well put this out here.

I have requests I am still working on and it might be a while until i finish ALL OF THEM. But i'm still super thankful for all your guyss love and patience and support! You are all amazing!!

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Hey I’m the Anon who requested the actor smut, you don’t have to publicly answer this if you don’t wanna. But no pressure on the story, I love your writing and I’d love to see where you go with it☺️

Awh!!! Thank you so much darling!!! No it's alright, i've been practicing trying to write out of my comfort zone so we'll see how it goes!!

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Are you taking requests

yessm! i'm sorry if you waited for a while for me to respond, i'm not used to getting more than 1 ask every time so i was a bit giddy when i saw three asks! but requests are open and ready!

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Master list?

it's definitely one of my works in progress sweetie! so hold on tight! i'm working on a format that will work!

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- my ward (stephen strange headcannons)

oof headcannons,,, my weakness bc i have no clue what headcannons are supposed to be like,,,,, SOMEONE TEACH ME THE WAYS OF HEADCANNONS

Pairing: Stephen Strange x ward!reader

Request by anon: Can i get some Hc's of strange with a ward !! preferably female !! i crave strange with taking care of kids and domestic fluff uwu !!!

Requests are open!

Warnings: mmm i think i let a lil loose w swearing this time

stephen with a kid????

less likely than you think

but nonetheless he ended up with you in his care and trust me

he didn’t want it any more than you did

but publicity only called for it

and he reluctantly agreed

but once he got you?

dear Lord he didn’t really care for publicity anymore

i t  w a s n t  w o r t h  y o u

the peace and quiet that once helped him relax when he got back from the hospital?

none of that anymore

zero

zilch

nada

instead of quietly doing homework

you’d scream lyrics at the top of your head

or just scream at your homework

your choice

and he absolutely hated it and you

and his feelings were reciprocated

And he hated you even more when he got a call from your school telling him to pick you up

bc

goddamnit this child will not give me a break and work is the only way i get time away from this kid

so he gets to your school

and he’s ready to talk

the people at the home said you never got in trouble at school

but he gets to your principal’s office

and he immediately gets directed to the nurse’s office

he’s mad and maybe a lil worried at the same time

but stephen being stephen

he’s never gonna admit it

but he still goes to the nurse’s office and he’s expecting you and another kid glaring each other down

but no

it’s just you and the nurse

and you’re hyperventilating and tears are running down your cheeks

and the nurse is telling you to breathe, to copy her example and it’s still not working

so stephen just takes her place

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)? Can you hear me? Can you look into my eyes for me? Okay, good… good. Now just breathe, follow me, okay? In and out, in and out.”

it took a while

but you eventually started breathing normally

and thank God

because seeing the hard ass child he fought with all the time, cry, was very distressing

“I would ask you how you’re feeling-”

“But that’s just stupid.”

and he did something he never thought he would do and was allowed to do

call in and ask to spend time with you

they let him

so he was driving on the way back to the penthouse when you saw a park

you got so excited and stephen couldn’t say no to you after the fiasco this morning

and there weren’t a lot of people so he really couldn’t say no

“Can I have money so I can get food to feed the ducks?”

“What are you, five? ... Fine.”

and from there you two would actually become p close

he’d help you with school work and stuff

and you’d help him decide on things

“This is a kid’s charity, dude. Not some fancy wine tasting.”

“But I’ve got to look my best.”

“KIDS CHARITY”

and the first time you call him dad?

oh shit

he’s gone

“Hey, dad, is it ok if aicelle and i go out together tonight?”

“What?”

“You’re getting old. Can i go out with aicelle tonight?”

“You called me dad”

“And?”

“You’re fine with it?”

“Course i am… are you?”

“Uh, yeah. I-I’m fine with it”

“Are you crying?”

“Do you want to go out with aicelle or not?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?”

“Get out and have fun”

he definitely started crying happy tears as soon as you left

but guess what

the crash happened not long after

and goddamnit was it hard to see your dad like that bc

he doesn’t deserve that shit

and you try helping him but he’s still egotistical and you’re actually gonna cry

“What have you done with him?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“What have you done with my dad?”

that makes him snap out of his sulking trance and he sees the actual tears in your eyes

and THE doctor stephen strange and willingly giving out full hugs where he uses two arms???

only you got that special treatment

so he hugged you so tight and promised to do better

and you took him on his word

until you realized that meant him using the last of both of your money and leaving you behind

so you were pissed

when you saw him again

you weren’t sure if you wanted to scream at him or hug him

cause this man did not give you any hint of living over the past six months he was gone

did i mention he was a wizard too?

yeah he was

so you’re fukkin stoked

“Teach me the magic!”

“You literally just screamed in my face five minutes ago.”

he still teaches you anyway

but still forces you to go to your last year of high school and finish college bc “You have a life still ahead of you and I want you to be successful.”

many training sessions

and lots of pranking

wong likes to help with that too

“What happened to your shields, dad?”

“I don’t know, normally it doesn’t-”

“THE PIES UNCLE WONG”

don’t forget cleaning

stephen has “no time to clean”

so you give him shit about it

but he unfortunately loves you and helps out around the sanctum when he knows you’re stressing out

oh and must i forget

his father moments

mention a boy?

oh shit

you will be interrogated the entire dinner about “my classmate michael”

his overprotectiveness now that his eyes are opened to the real dangers

“The diner is right down the block.”

“That doesn’t mean someone might hurt you on the way there!”

“Then i’ll kick their ass!”

“Language!”

but he’ll teach you magic when you won’t stop bothering him

and eventually you get better and better

and stephen has to put some kind of pinpointing spell on you bc

this little shit might bring hell on earth

but he thinks it with love

and you guys just grow closer than ever

Stephen Strange TAGLIST:

@protectteamfreewill

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Benedict Cumberbatch x Actor!Reader smut: They have a sex scene, Y/N is nervous cause she’s never done a sex scene before. It comes up in conversation & she tells him she’s nervous so he offers to go through it so the first time isn’t in front of the camera. It starts out with him being helpful & they go for a run through but it gets too heated & they end up actually fucking.

oof okay! i’ll try my best but honestly i have no experience whatsoever with these types of things. i hope i can satisfy your request sweetheart!

[laufyeson]

peter: can i go and get a new lego set i broke the last one

tony: absolutely not

tony: get one from my closet

peter:

tony:

peter:

tony: that’s where i keep all the lego i bought you but never gave you

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Confessions (Sherlock x reader)

FWOOMP IM BACK MY PEEPS || it may look like i’m inactive but i’m really just procrastinating on homework so i’m active almost all the time but i take so long to write,,, i’m so so sorry ;-;

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1702

Request by anon (a long frikin time ago): Could I request a Sherlock x reader high school au? Thanks ❤️

Summary: Childhood friendships can become very confusing.

Requests are open!

Warnings: slight cursing (two words at most), smidge angst(?)

It was quite funny actually, seeing Sherlock Holmes hang out with you, (Y/N) (L/N).

The sarcastic and -often considered- rude teenager hanging out with the open and charming teen. Most people found it weird, some found it endearing, and others made bets on how long it would take for you two to eventually go your separate ways.

You merely laughed at that. Go separate ways after knowing Sherlock? God, life would be so boring after that. Look at you, imitating your best friend’s vernacular. It was only natural for you to pick up his little tells and habits.

“Sherlock! Watson!” You shouted as you spotted them down the hall.

They both looked up and saw you running towards them, making a scene out it. John could’ve sworn you slapped Sally Donovan on the way there and Sherlock smirked.

“You guys looked like you were going to leave me in this hell hole.” You pouted and Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Well you were three minutes late,” He pointed out. “John insisted we wait for you.” A small grin tugged at your lips as you looked over to John.

“I’ve found my new best friend!” You exclaimed, pulling John into a hug. “Don’t get carried away, (Y/N),” John chuckled, rubbing your arm. “I’m with Mary, remember?” The man laughed as you nodded into his chest. “I said best friend, I never said boyfriend,” You mumbled then pulled away.

Sherlock glanced between the two of you and sighed. “Now (Y/N), if you would stop flirting with a taken man,” The taller boy suddenly spoke and both you and John turned to look at him. “Mother is expecting us at home.” You turned to John.

“You’re not coming?” The blond shook his head and smiled. “I promised to take Mary out tonight,” He said and you grinned. “Such a romantic,” You sighed teasingly, placing a hand over your heart. “Oh well,” Sighing, you took a hold of Sherlock’s hand. “Give Mary our best wishes.” You smiled before you felt Sherlock try and pull his hand out of your grip. John saw this and watched in amusement.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Sherlock asked, attempting to tug his hand away. “And don’t forget to use protection!” You called out, ignoring and dragging the taller man behind you.

“(Y/N)!” A smirk tugged onto your lips as you heard John shout in annoyance.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Sherlock reiterated and you shrugged. “It’s cold.” You said simply. “You’re wearing gloves.” He looked down at your intertwined hands and you huffed in defeat. “Fine.” You reluctantly let go of his hand and your hand limply fell to your side.

“Thank you,” He stated and he pulled out his phone from his pocket. “My mother is asking what kind of tea you were thinking of today,” Sherlock said as he checked his screen. “Any,” You mumbled, keeping your stare straight ahead.

He quickly observed the way your hands fidgeted subtly, the slight frown on your face and the small shiver that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Sherlock sighed in resignation.

You weren’t really paying attention. Sherlock obviously didn’t allow physical affection and no affection at all. Hell, he didn’t show anyone any kind of affection. You were no exception.

That was until you felt a warm hand wrap around yours.

Your eyes snapped up to an indifferent Sherlock, who continued walking like he wasn’t holding your hand. You turned your head away from Sherlock, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Are you tired?” You looked up at Sherlock as he rung the doorbell. “Maybe,” You muttered, a large yawn quickly following. He chuckled as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Maybe?” He asked, a slight edge of teasing could be detected in his voice. “Okay, just a little,” You admitted quietly.

“Where the hell are they?” He mumbled, ringing the bell then knocking furiously on the door with his free hand. “Just use the key to your own home, Holmes.” You giggled tiredly at your own joke which caused Sherlock to roll his eyes once again. “You are very tired.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You muttered as soon as the door opened. “(Y/N)! Sherlock!” His mum greeted as you let go of Sherlock’s hand. “Mrs. Mum!” You cheered, enveloping her in a hug.

Sherlock huffed out in amusement as all your energy returned. “Come now, we have an array of teas for you to choose!” You laughed sheepishly and waved your hand. “I would’ve been fine with any, I’m sorry for causing you a hassle.” You apologized as she stepped aside to let you in.

“Oh, nonsense!” She exclaimed, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. “You are less of a hassle than my own two sons.” You both laughed and she ushered you in the direction of the kitchen. Sherlock tried to follow until his mum cleared her throat.

He turned around to face his mother, her arms folded. “Aren’t you forgetting anything?” Sherlock scoffed softly, but still gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. “Hello to you too, Sherlock,” She said sternly but lovingly.

“Thank you so much for everything, Mrs. Holmes.” You smiled as she pulled you into a hug. “Of course, honey,” She returned the gesture before pulling away. Your gaze turned upwards towards Sherlock.

You grinned and held out your hand. “Since your mum told you to bring me to the station,” The taller boy sighed before grabbing your hand reluctantly. “Bye Mr. Dad! Bye Mycroft!” You announced, waving your hand animatedly. You saw Mycroft’s eyes travel down to your interlocked hands and a sly smirk spread across his lips. “Goodbye, (Y/N),” The older brother said, nodding his head your way. You stuck your tongue out and smiled graciously at Mr. Holmes before dragging Sherlock out of his home.

“Y’know,” You started, staring up into the rare sight of a starry sky. “I could’ve walked to the station alone.” Sherlock scoffed and looked around at the small town he came to memorize by walking alongside you, “Well, mother would’ve had my head if I let you walk here alone at night, and your grip on my hand isn't much of a help either,” You laughed and swung your arms softly.

Sherlock chuckled at the childish gesture but let you continue anyway.

A few minutes passed before you spoke up. “Why do you do this?” Sherlock turned his attention to you and you huffed in slight amusement.

“Do what-”

“That.”

Now he was genuinely confused, not like he’d ever admit it though.

“Why do you do things differently with me?” You asked as you slowed your pace, letting go of Sherlock’s hand. “You allow me to hold your hand and get intimately friendly, we rarely quip, and hell,” You paused for emphasis. “You give me your attention after I ask one question when it takes John a murder and a breakup!” Your teeth clamped down on your tongue before you tilted your head back, closed your eyes and sighed.

Sherlock noticed how your jaw tightened and how your breathing pattern changed. “We’ve known each other for years, (Y/N), of course I’m going to know everything about you,” He chuckled. “I’m going to know how you like physical attention or how you noticeably get irked everytime you can’t think of an intelligent riposte to an insult,” He watched as your eyes opened, suddenly glossed over.

“Did I offend you?” He asked almost immediately after noticing your response to his observations. “I’m terribly sorry about-”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Sher.”

He froze. You never called him that since year 7.

“You think you know every detail about everyone and every little thing,” You let out a ghost of a laugh. “But you really don’t.” You quickly wiped away a tear from your eye and quickly glanced at Sherlock who obviously noticed it. “I guess I’m just that great of an actor, right?” Sherlock tilted his head, giving away his knowledge of knowing he was dumbfounded.

More tears followed, one after the other, and you merely laughed bitterly. “Goddamn teenage hormones,” You cursed softly. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Sherlock Holmes.”

The aforementioned teen felt a squeeze in his chest. “I’ve fallen in love with your stupid hair and your stupid vocabulary,” He could tell you were running out of the air in your lungs by the crack in your voice. You were close to crying.

“I didn’t want to fall in love with you,” You cried. Sherlock felt the squeeze again when you said that. Was it possible he was actually hurting because of your words? “I really didn’t want to fall in love with someone who wouldn’t love me back!” Your legs gave out from under you and you collapsed to your knees. Sherlock quickly kneeled down to your height before pulling you into a hug.

You continued to cry into his shoulder, both of you ignoring the harsh weather of London.

“It’s alright,” He soothed, stroking your hair. “It’s too cliché,” You mumbled into his coat. “The best friend from childhood falls in love with the main character,” A sour chuckle escaped your lips before pulling away from his embrace.

A biting smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at Sherlock. “God,” You scoffed and Sherlock returned your gaze. “This is like some cheesy romance fanfic I would read back in year 7,” Both you and Sherlock laughed softly and you buried your face in his shoulder again.

“This won’t change anything, right Sherlock?” You sounded so tired, he wasn’t sure if it was even you who spoke. “My confession won’t change anything?”

Sherlock felt your body start to shake and he pulled you in closer. “No,” He whispered, placing a careful hand on your head. “It won’t change anything except my train of thought.” Your head popped up, eyes wide with worry.

“I’m sorry! We can just ignore-” A chaste kiss to your nose cut you off and you only stared at the boy in front of you, who donned a cheeky grin.

“You’re going to be very distracting, (Y/N) (L/N).”